Wanna Try Something Better?

 

Wanna Try Something Better?

Copyright 2020 by Stormbringer

A South Florida Universe Story

 

 

BBC’S ADULT BOOKS

Miami, Florida

1996

 

 

Ben hated computers.

He sat back on his stool, turning his attention from one screen to the next. The monitor on his register was showing the slow progression of the Windows 95 point-of-sale system installing off a noisy CD-ROM. “Point of sale,” he grumbled, “More like a piece of shit.”

The other screen on his desktop was more interesting, but also more worrisome. The picture finally appeared, a nude woman on her knees, sucking a large black cock off alt.sex. Pornography was on the internet now. Worse news for him, a survey done last year had shown that 80% of internet usage was porn.

The good old days were over.

Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun stood and surveyed his sex store. It had come a long way in the twenty years since he’d opened his shop. A red flashing neon sign simply read ADULT, telling passersby what items the shop sold. Back in those days, he had displays of magazines, dirty paperbacks, and sex toys. It had been a struggle for years, but then came the video cassettes and he’d made a fortune. The booths playing videos brought in more customers and then someone had drilled a glory hole into a wall between the booths. Ben wasn’t mad, he was intrigued. He added holes to more of the booths, widening them to fit his thick black cock.

He’d watched couples and college kids enter his store, giggling, and laughing, buy some tokens from him and disappear into the booths. If the woman was attractive enough, he’d often excuse himself and sneak off to stick his monster cock through one of the holes. There were screams and gasps of disbelief. Sometimes it scared them off, sometimes there’d be a tentative touch on his cock, a squeeze of the hard head of his glans, sometimes he’d get a hand job, sometimes a blowjob, and sometimes, he’d feel the hot embrace of a wet pussy backing into his monster cock.

He wasn’t the only one either. Men started showing up wanting the same and a few women became regulars, addicted to jerking and sucking anonymous cock. Some hung black men had even started sticking polaroids of themselves, pants pulled down to show off their junk, with phone numbers attached. He’d taken to calling the bulletin board the Bull Pen. Some hung white boys tried putting their pictures up, but Ben usually ripped their information down after they left.

He surveyed the store’s extensive video section. Progress was threatening this as well. The movie Twister was being released on a new disk format this year and if that caught on… Ben sighed. He was 51 now and apparently, that was old enough to resent change. His sons, Buru and Bomani, had big ideas for the store, but Ben wasn’t quite ready to turn things over to them. When the millennium came, he planned on taking his bike cross country. He toured several times a year, visiting biker weeks with other members of his biker club, the Black Panthers. The open road was starting to call him more and more.

The chime over the front door rang.

Things were slow during the daytime midweek and he wasn’t too surprised to see a woman walking in. it was eighty degrees outside and she wore a belted overcoat making her figure look bulky. Blonde hair was tied back with a scrunchie and largely hidden under a scarf. Giant sunglasses hid most of her face. She wore slightly heeled sandals. Her feet were dainty and pretty with red polish on the nails.

Dildo!

“Afternoon,” he said. “Can I help you?”

“Just looking,” she replied.

Ben walked back behind the counter and sat down. He glanced at his cash register’s monitor. 80% downloaded and it looked like the damn thing was stuck. He shook his head, annoyed. Ben turned his attention back on the woman.

Her gaze fell on the row of glossy magazines. Not the mainstream publications like Playboy or Hustler, the pure porn publications. She quickly looked away, embarrassed. She surveyed the VHS tapes, looking away from them also. She inched her way to the counter where the dildoes were, quickly surveying the assorted array of sex toys. Her eyebrows shot up above the top of her sunglasses when the lenses fell on the King Dong. The fourteen-inch lifelike black cock. She flushed and looked away. Ben tried not to smirk.

Her hand came up, Ben’s gaze focusing on her wedding and engagement rings. The latter had an impressive diamond. He couldn’t quite tell, but she looked about thirty.

Thirty. Peak sexuality. Her husband wasn’t satisfying her. White dick too small or too limp. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, she was desperate and horny enough to go to a seedy sex shop bordering a black ghetto looking for a dildo to satisfy her needs. Her hands pulled a lifelike white six-inch dildo off the peg board.

“You sure that’s the one you want, Miss…”

His voice startled her and she jerked her hand back, holding the dildo to her coat. “Smith, uh Jane Smith.”

Lie.

She hurried to the counter. “Yes, this is exactly what I want. It’s a gag gift for a bridal shower.”

“Certainly, Mrs. Smith. Bridal shower gifts are usually bigger. Like the black ones over there or even the King Dong here. If it’s a gag gift, the big ones really make you gag.”

“Good heavens no,” she gasped, her gaze running along the foot-long black dildoes. “Something realistic. I like this one. My husband is about this…”

“I understand, Mrs. Smith. Is he having… difficulties?”

Jane Smith’s cheeks turned red beneath the glasses. She nodded.

“Well, I know it can be frustrating, but his problem is probably medical and it’s important you don’t resent him for it. And I know you’re embarrassed being here, but you’re doing nothing wrong. You’re entitled to a satisfying sex life as much as anyone.” Her cheeks were even more flushed now. “Jane, I sell lots of sex toys… sex tools… and they’ve helped save marriages. Now, if you’re husband’s a minute man or can’t get it hard, lots of couples use tools to improve their sex lives.”

“Oh god, no,” she gasped.

“We’re alone here, Mrs. Smith. Store’s empty. You can talk to me.”

“I want it for my alone time.”

She had a lovely voice. Ben was starting to become intrigued, wondering what kind of a body she was hiding under her coat. “And is his problem stamina or firmness?”

Jane Smith sighed, seeming to relax a little. “Both,” she exhaled. “He’s older than me. Our love life started good, but over the years, he’s become more… floppy. And when he does get it hard,” she paused. “He finishes after only a few strokes.” She sighed again, her flush coming back.

“Heart condition?”

“Yes!”

“Penis problems are a common side effect of heart conditions and medication. Shy of a miracle pill coming on the market to cure erectile dysfunction, a dildo’s you’re only choice.”

Jane sighed, a smile spreading across her face. It was a pretty smile. “Thank you for being so understanding, Mr.-” Her gaze fell on his business card. It read; Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun, proprietor. “Calhoun.” She finished. “I guess you put the BBC in the store’s name?”

“I put the BBC in lots of things, Mrs. Smith, but you can call me Ben and yes, I’m the store’s owner.”

“Well, thanks again.”

“You’re sure your husband won’t go for using a toy during your intimate moments?”

Jane shook her head. “It would hurt his feelings too much.”

“Lots of husbands don’t have a problem with bringing toys into the bedroom, but if you’re sure this is for your alone time…” He paused and Jane nodded. “Well then, do you wanna try something better?” Ben leaned over and held his hand over the rack of six-inch realistic white dildoes that she’d just purchased. He moved his hand right, the dildoes growing larger and larger. When they hit ten inches, they turned darker the bigger they got until his hand stopped over the black King Dong, the color matching Ben Calhoun’s skin color. “Generally speaking, the bigger the better and more powerful multiple orgasms.”

“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head. “This is perfect.” She handed him the plastic-encased dildo.

Ben took it and frowned down at it. “And you’re husband’s only this large?”

Jane frowned. “Uh, well yeah. I think so anyway. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it that large, but it’s close.”

“Then why not get a bigger one? Much more satisfying.”

“Well, I wanted one that reminded me of when times were better.”

“Why not a seven or eight-inch one? The eight-inch is also a vibrator. There’s no rule saying you can’t pretend your husband has a larger dick.” He watched her, looking at the one she wanted to purchase and over at the larger dildoes. Still, she hesitated. “Look, I can give you 50% off one of the larger ones. That will make it cheaper than the one you’re buying.” Her eyebrows shot above the sunglasses again.

Bingo! A woman who can’t resist a bargain.

“Well, if you really think they’re better?” Her gaze was on the eight-inch vibrator, but her hand came out for the safer choice and took the seven-inch one. It was a realistic pinkish one, no different than the six-inch dildo, just longer and slightly thicker. “I’ll try that one.”

“Very good, ma’am,” said Ben. The new sales program was still loading, so he just pressed a button to open the register. “That’s $29.99.”

“You mentioned 50% off?”

“Of course, my bad. $14.99 then and if you wanna try something better, I’ll give you a discount on an upgrade too.”

“Thank you, Mr. Calhoun. Is a check, okay?” Jane Smith took a checkbook out of her purse.

“Certainly,” he said, looking at her curiously. “I’ll need to see some ID and if it isn’t printed on the check, please write your phone number in the memo line.”

She quickly wrote out a check and handed it over to him with her driver’s license on top.

Ben glanced at the license. Her real name was Dawn Connor and she lived in an upper-class section of Miami and the photo showed an absolutely lovely face with bright blue eyes and just the hint of an upturned smile. It matched the address on her check so he slid it back to her. “Thank you, Mrs. Connor… I mean Mrs. Smith.” He gave her a pronounced wink as her face turned red.

“Good afternoon,” she replied, turning and racing towards the door. Probably wanting to get out before any other customers came in.

Ben watched her go, his cock swelling as he pictured the lovely woman’s face on her driver’s license. The bell chime went off as she exited, glancing right and left before she hurried off down the sidewalk. Ben Calhoun followed her to the door. By law, he had to cover his windows and he’d taped brown paper tablecloths along his panes. At some point, a corner had become torn. He pulled the paper back and gazed out into the street.

Jane Smith aka Dawn Connor was approaching an expensive mini convertible. She tossed the bag with the dildo in the back seat before opening her coat and pulling it off her shoulder.  Ben’s cock swelled even more as her ass appeared. It was encased and displayed by tight shorts that stopped high on her thigh. Her legs were tanned, athletic, and fit. He could see the small of her back under a tight pink tee shirt.

Please turn, he thought. Please turn.

She turned.

Ben’s black cock started straining at his pants, trying to burst free. Dawn Connor had a killer body. Her tits had to be pushing an E-cup. The pink tee-shirt was low cut and showed off her cleavage. It also ended above her navel showing off a flat sexy belly. The t-shirt had black letters on it. GIRL… He couldn’t quite see from this distance, but it looked like, GIRL POWER. Not only was she lovely, but Dawn Conner had a real South Beach, Miami body. A body suited for a stripper’s pole… or a big black pole, not some limp-dicked rich man’s wife.

She got in the car, letting her long blonde hair down as she buckled up. The last thing Ben saw was Dawn removing her big sunglasses and replacing them with smaller sexier shades. She ran her hand back through her hair and pulled off into the street.

“And I’d sure like to put the BBC in that,” he mumbled.

Ben looked down by the door and grabbed the BACK IN sign that had a clock on its face. He moved the hands down to show half an hour in the future, hanged it up, and locked the door. He turned, freeing his cock and sighing as the real King Dong came free, stroking it to hardness as he headed for the back room where he kept a king-sized mattress on the floor.

Ben often took a break to jerk off during the week. Sometimes he grabbed a magazine off the shelf and sometimes he jerked off in one of the video booths. Today, he’d wank off with the image of Dawn Connor fresh in his mind.

**********

Dawn stretched and sighed. It was hot and humid, the sun beating down on her bikini-clad body. She reached down beside the cot and grabbed an ice cube from her cup of iced tea. She ran the cold piece of ice over her chest and the tops of her breasts to cool off.

Beside her, Scott whistled, watching her. His stare was lustful but sad.

Dawn glanced at the crotch of his suit, wishing for signs of a bulge or any sign that his penis was growing. Scott Connor was a handsome, fit, and desirable man despite being fifteen years older than her 28. The penis problems started at forty and it had been more than three years since she’d seen a truly hard erection on her husband.

The only hard thing she’d seen lately was her new dildo. Thinking about it had her nipples swelling, pushing out the front of her bikini top. The bottom of her bikini panty turned wet. She didn’t climax easily, maybe every third time with Scott early on in their marriage. She had her first orgasm in five years with her new toy and once the damn had burst, she’d masturbated every day since and sometimes twice. The larger size had been the right choice as her pussy seemed to love the added length and thickness. Lately, with each use, it seemed to be taking longer to get off with it. She wouldn’t mind sneaking inside for another session, but she figured Scott would wonder where she’d gotten off to. They didn’t get a lot of time together and it was nice sitting by the pool with her husband.

The phone rang.

“I’ll get it, dear,” she told him. Dawn stood up from the cot presenting her bare ass around her thong to her husband. He spanked it playfully.

The phone rang twice more before she made it inside.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Is this Dawn Connor?” said a deep voice on the other end.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Mrs. Connor, this is Ben Calhoun from BBC’s Adult Books,” said the voice.

Dawn gasped, glancing fearfully outside at her husband. “Why are you calling me? You can’t call me here,” she said, her voice lowering to a whisper even though there was no way Scott could hear her.

“Sorry Ma’am,” said Ben. “I’ll put you on the do not call list. This is a courtesy call to see how satisfied you are with the product you purchased.”

“Seriously?” she asked in disbelief. “Yes, I’m very satisfied with my purchase,” she said, rushing through her words. “Now, I have to get going, Mr. Calhoun. Have a nice…”

“Any thoughts on that upgrade?” he asked. “If you wanna try something better, the vibrating ones do all the work for you. The biggest con with your purchase is that you have to use your hands to work it and that can be a little distracting. I can even give you another discount.”

“Hmm, another discount?” she said, glancing out the sliding glass door again. Scott was turning his attention from his Sport’s Illustrated and towards the door, wondering where she was. “No. No, the one I purchased is just fine. Thank you, Mr. Calhoun. Please don’t call me at this number again.”

“Mrs. Connor…”

“Good afternoon.” Dawn hung the phone up. Scott was sitting up on his cot. She stuck her head through the sliding glass door. “Just a salesman, dear,” she yelled. “I’m going to run upstairs and use the bathroom. I may be awhile.”

“Fine dear,” he replied. “I’m going to hop in and cool off.”

Dawn heard the splash as she turned and hurried to her bedroom. She retrieved her dildo from its hiding spot while pulling the strings on the sides of her panty as she approached the bed.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the dildo into her pussy. Her pussy lips spread out around the head, embracing it as she started working the shaft deeper inside her. As her needy pussy swallowed all seven inches, she laid back on the bed, feet on the floor. Her bikini top consisted of two black triangles that barely covered her nipples and had to be adjusted constantly. She had little problem showing off her assets, but this bikini was so skimpy she only wore it in the privacy of her pool.

As her nipples hardened, they began to form little pyramids on her chest, pulling her top tighter and stretching it so that hints of areola appeared. Dawn flicked the top up above her breasts and squeezed her bare nipples. They had always been sensitive and pinching them sent spasms of pleasure down to her womb, the pleasure slowly growing and growing. She raised her hips off the bed, into the imaginary thrusts of Scott’s hard prick. “Oh god,” she moaned, sitting back up. She wanted to keep squeezing her nipples, but she needed to move the dildo like it was fucking her. She settled for one hand slowly moving the dildo while the fingers on her other hand pinched and tugged on her hard nipple. The pleasurable sensation stayed where it was, stopping growing. Dawn moaned with frustration, releasing her nipple and using both hands on the base of the dildo to move it as fast and as hard as she could inside her until…

“AAAHH!” she cried out, her body relaxing back down onto her bed, her pulse beating rapidly. Needing to use both hands sure was a distraction to climaxing.

A vibrator would be better.

**********

Three days later, Dawn returned to BBC’s Adult Books. The door chimed. Ben looked up, a smile spreading across his face. This time, she hadn’t tried to hide her great figure. She was wearing jean shorts, her bare feet in flip-flops. A blue tank top, hugged her waist and flat tummy, stretching out around her large breasts. It was so tight, he could see the indentation of her navel, her ribs, and even the outlines of her nipples through her bra. She still hid her face behind the large sunglasses with her hair under a baseball cap for a disguise. Ben felt his cock twitch as he gazed at her body. “Afternoon, Mrs. Connor,” he said.

“Mr. Calhoun,” she answered with a nod, not meeting his gaze. She hurried towards the counter and the display of sex toys, her head turning slightly as she scanned the display. “I can’t believe I’m buying an eight-inch vibrator,” she mumbled, reaching out for the large bullet-shaped sex toy. Her head turned as she took in the larger realistic looking ones, turning darker the bigger they got.

“What was that, Mrs. Conner?” asked Ben, leaning over the counter.

“I can’t believe I’m back here buying a vibrator.” She put it on the counter, eager to get in and out as fast as possible.

“You’re not, Mrs. Connor,” he said with a smile. She finally glanced at his face; brow furrowed above the dark lenses. “Jane Smith is,” he answered with a wink. “Would you like anything else, Mrs. Smith?”

Dawn’s lip curled up in the beginnings of a smile. “No thank you, Mr. Calhoun,” she replied. “Is the fifty percent offer still good?”

“Certainly,” he said, ringing her up. The new POS system was up and running and despite his grumbling about it, he was rather pleased with it. “Let’s see, $39.99 with a fifty percent discount. That will be $20, Mrs. Smith.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out a wallet, pulling out a twenty. “Here you go.”

Ben reached for it, but his hand stopped. He pulled his hand back. “How would you like to get it for free?”

Dawn pulled the bill back. “Free?” she asked. “Wait, what’s the catch?” Her brow furrowed with suspicion.

“I need a product review of the item. Just agree to come back in a few weeks and tell me how it’s working out for you.” Ben held his hands up defensively. “I don’t need a lot of detail, Mrs. Smith. I just need to know if the product is working for you.”

Dawn looked down at the packaged vibrator laying on the counter. She had plenty of money, but she was still a sucker for a sale and an even bigger sucker for a great deal. “No offense, Mr. Calhoun, but I can’t keep coming back to your establishment. I’m afraid someone I know might see me.”

“No offense taken, Mrs. Smith. You and about fifty percent of my clientele feel the same way.” Ben reached out and grabbed one of his business cards. “Call me when you come back and I’ll let you know if I have any customers. I can lock the front doors for a few minutes and let you in the back door. I can even do that for you if you’d like to shop around a bit privately.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure this will work well. I’ll keep my promise and come back with a review, but I won’t be needing anything else.”

“You ever watch porn, Mrs. Smith.”

“Certainly not, Mr. Calhoun. I find it disgusting and demeaning to women.”

Ben backed up and stepped down from behind the counter. “I’m sure, Mrs. Connor feels that way, but I think your friend Jane might like it. Watching a good porn can get the arousal flowing and enhances the pleasure from your purchase.” He reached out and grabbed a video off his rack. “Here, just give it a try. I could use an honest review of a few movies too. Bring it back the next time you come in.”

Jane reluctantly took the video. The slipcase showed a few large-breasted bimbos and an ugly hairy man with a gut, not exactly her idea of a stud. She handed it back to Ben when he stepped back behind the counter. He slipped the video and her vibrator into a brown paper bag. “Thanks, Mr. Calhoun. I can’t make any promises on the video, but I’ll come back with a quick review. I’ll call and use your back door.”

“Sounds good, Miss. Smith. Have a good afternoon.” She didn’t answer and Ben watched her pause at the door, making sure no one was watching. “I’d like to use your backdoor,” he mumbled staring at the shorts hugging a great ass.

**********

Dawn stepped out of the shower and toweled her wet body. After rubbing the towel through her hair, she brushed her blonde locks in place and brushed her teeth. Nude, she strolled into the master bedroom, walking to the window and glancing down to make sure Scott had left for work. Her pussy was already lubricating as she walked over to her dresser and removed the bullet vibrator from its hiding place under some folded clothes.

She laid down on the bed, sighing as she spread her legs open and flipped the switch to vibrate on the dildo. She closed her eyes and held the shuddering toy against her clit, letting the pulsations increase her arousal until an orgasm slowly start to build up. Time to bite the bullet, she thought, pushing the vibrator into her pussy, smiling at her little joke as her pussy lips easily spread open for the bullet-shaped toy. “AAH,” she moaned, flipping the switch to maximum vibration as she pushed it deeper. “AAH AAH.” She released the toy and grabbed her swollen nipples, squeezing the hard nubs. “AAAAHHHH!!” Her hips bucked up off the bed as she came hard. Her ass fell back on the mattress. Dawn gasped for breath. That had been a big one, maybe her biggest. The vibrator was still doing a number inside her pussy. She kept pinching and tugging on her nipples. Another climax was growing, coming quickly. “OH SHIT!” she moaned, her hips leaping up again. Her orgasm, forced half the dildo out of her pussy, before her vaginal muscles squeezed down around the plastic, contractions trying to pull it back in wanting it thrusting in and out of her like a real man. Another outward contraction pushed it out of her completely.

Satisfied and still gasping as she tried to catch her breath, Dawn sat up and reached down to switch the vibrator off. She fell back down on the bed, placing the vibrator between her large heaving breasts. Contented, she closed her eyes and easily could have fallen right back asleep. It was sad, but her new toy was better than her husband had ever been at getting her off. Yesterday had been the first time she’d used it and she’d been shocked by how good the eight-inch toy had felt inside her and at how quickly, she’d cum. Having a double today had been a surprise. Her day was mostly free and she’d planned on having a second session with her new toy, but after two orgasms, she might just skip a second session.

Dawn forced her eyes open. She planned on laying out by the pool this morning and could always nap outside. She got off the bed, cleaned off the dildo in the bathroom, and hid it back beside the brown paper bag containing Mr. Calhoun’s porn movie.

Dawn did fall asleep beside her pool. The heat on her skin and her state of sexual gratification put her asleep quickly. When she woke, the sun was high in the sky, near noon. She sat up on the cot, stretched her arms over her head, and got up, jumping in her warm pool to cool off.

Dawn swam a bit before climbing up the ladder and drying herself off. She went inside to eat lunch, fixing a sandwich, and staring outside as she ate. She wanted to lay out some more, but her mind kept wandering to the toy upstairs. “Why not,” she said, finishing her sandwich. Her pussy was already lubricating as she walked up the stairs. Dawn pulled at the strings on her bikini, the two pieces falling to the floor in her bedroom as she once again went to retrieve the vibrator. This time, her eyes fell on the bag containing the adult video. “I did promise a review,” she mumbled, putting the tape in her VCR.

Dawn hit play and pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit again, switching it on. The vibrator did its job arousing her even if the movie didn’t. It was exactly what she expected, cheesy music, bad production values, worse acting, even worse dialog, and an essentially non-existent plot. She watched the first scene and found herself bored. Honestly, it was more arousing to close her eyes and imagine Scott fucking her with a hard, oddly shaped bullet penis.

She moaned, starting to push the dildo inside her, ready to turn the movie off, but she didn’t want to take her hands off her new toy. The ugly hairy man was in the next scene. Dawn shook her head. These things might have more appeal to women if they got attractive men to act in them. She couldn’t even say much for the big boobed slut that quickly kneeled in front of sasquatch man. God, the man was hairy and he had a gut! Seeing him in a sex movie was more of a turn-off than arous… “Holy crap!” Dawn gasped when the man’s penis sprang up. The woman grabbed the shaft and started stroking it. Her eyes widened as the huge penis swelled up even more, the actress soon wrapping her lips around it, sucking the huge dick.

Dawn’s nipples were aching for attention. She reached down and switched the vibrator to maximum, laying back and squeezing her nipples, her attention fully focused on the ugly hairy man’s penis. It made her dildo look small and inadequate. She was equally impressed by how much of the big cock the woman was managing to swallow.

Dawn watched fascinated as the actress spread her legs open and took the huge cock. Dawn reached down and pushed the base of the bullet vibrator in as deep as it would go while working one nipple with her other hand. She came hard as the chubby troll pulled his monster penis out of the woman, several large blasts of sperm striking her tits. She quickly sat up, jerking the man’s shaft, a few more wads of semen striking her face or falling on her outstretched tongue.

Dawn switched the dildo off and removed it. She laid down, catching her breath and watching the next scene. It was as boring and poorly acted as the rest. The man was fitter and better looking, but inches smaller than the hairy actor, but still an inch or two longer than her husband back when Scott got a firm erection.

Dawn found herself using the dildo once or twice a day for the rest of the week. Sometimes, she watched the scene with the hairy man and the actress, again and again, trying to time her orgasm to the man’s. She came hard watching him pull that monster out of the woman, his cock swollen and rampant as her came on her tits, face, and tongue. Other times, she laid down, closing her eyes, picturing herself with Scott, but his cock was 10” long and each time she had the fantasy, Scott was looking hairier and hairier, his fit stomach growing a gut until Dawn was picturing herself as the actress getting fucked by the hung porn star.

**********

Ben let Dawn in through the back door in the alley behind his store. She wasn’t hiding her body anymore, wearing low-rise jeans and heels along with a tank top that showed off her sexy belly almost down to the tops of her pubes. Her blonde hair was down and her blue eyes weren’t hidden behind big sunglasses, but then it was a cloudy day with rain in the forecast. He smiled and let her in.

“Stores empty and the front door’s locked,” he said.

Dawn gave one last nervous glance down the alley towards her car before slipping in the backdoor to the stockroom. “Thanks,” she said, following him into the store. “Just worried about my car.” Her eyes fell on a mattress and blanket laying on the stockroom floor.

“Neighborhoods not that bad,” he assured her.

Dawn grinned wryly and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Sure, it isn’t.” She glanced over at the bars on one window in the stockroom. The display window in front had a shutter he could pull down and his counter was behind bulletproof glass with a little sliding glass door he could shut by the register to secure himself in the booth. There was also an alarm bell above the front door and the backdoor, she’d just entered through.

“Not that bad,” Ben repeated. His store had survived the Overtown race riots in 1980 and a few riots since. BBC’s ADULT BOOKS was barely in Overtown, just off I-95 and most of his clientele were white men sneaking in for their porn fix. “Here for an upgrade?”

“No, just a product review like we agreed upon.” Her eyes glanced over at the hallway with BOOTHS on a sign above it.  To the right of the hallway was a corkboard with a dozen photos pinned on it. Letters taped to the wall above the board read, THE BULL PEN.

“Video booths with a selection of adult movies to choose from,” he explained. “Would you like some tokens?”

“Ah… no thanks,” said Dawn, shuddering. Her mind pictured a small booth with a porno running while some man jerked off watching it. She still couldn’t believe she was in a sleazy place like this.

“How did the bullet work for you?”

“Fantastic. The thing’s amazing.”

“And you orgasm every time?”

She blushed a little and nodded. “Yes, it’s perfect.” She glanced at the row of dildos beside the counter. Her gaze falling on a giant flesh-colored one beside a black one that had to be a foot long. The white one looked like HIS cock!

“And what did you think of the movie?”

“Not much,” she replied. “Mostly boring, bad acting, bad dialog, no plot.” She kept staring at the 10” lifelike penis.

“Did you watch it to the end?”

“Uh, no. I never made it that far.”

“You need to watch it to the end, Mrs. Connor… I mean Miss. Smith.”

Dawn smiled; her eyes glued to the dildo. “Dawn is fine when we’re alone, Mr. Calhoun.” She continued staring. “Say, do you know who the actor was in that movie you gave me?”

“Which one, Dawn?”

“The hairy one, a little chubby, not very attractive.”

“The one with the big dick?” he asked. She blushed again. “That’s Ron Jeremy. Pretty famous. They call him, “the hedgehog”. You have a good eye, Dawn. That’s his cock you’re staring at.”

“What?”

Ben stepped up behind the counter and pulled a plastic-encased dildo out. It was called the Ron Jeremy Dong and had an image of the actor on it. The package stated the dildo was 9 ¾” long. “If you wanna try something better than the bullet, it’s yours. Same deal. Just give me a review.”

“I couldn’t, it’s too big.”

“Did the actress have any trouble taking it?”

“Well, no,” she replied. The actress seemed to be enjoying it despite the ugly man it was attached to.

“Well give it a try then,” said Ben, pulling a brown paper bag open and slipping the large dildo inside. “What about another movie?”

“Not really my thing.”

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right one. “I’ll get you another one with Ron Jeremy.”

“Okay,” she replied meekly, embarrassed her nipples were starting to harden at the thought of seeing more of Ron’s dick.

“But finish the first movie so you can give me a review. I want to know if it’s worth putting in one of the booths. The same for the second movie.”

Ben removed the slipcase from a video and placed it in a plastic rental box. He added the nearly ten-inch model of Ron Jeremy’s cock in a nondescript brown plastic bag. She slipped out through the storeroom and into the back alley, eager to get out of this section of town. She was also eager to try out her new toy tomorrow.

**********

She tried out her new toy as soon as she got home.

She hadn’t planned on it. Dawn removed the large dildo from its wrapping and found herself staring at it. Her mind was filled with images of “The Hedgehog” thrusting it in and out of the actress as she ran her hands along the bumps and ridges of the realistic-looking plastic cock.

Almost before she knew what she was doing, Dawn was naked on her bed, eyes glued to the actress trying her best to suck the ugly man’s monster appendage. She ran the head of the dildo along her slit, her arousal growing as she stared at the woman blowing the actor. Dawn didn’t like sucking dick. She’d done it for her husband a few times on special occasions, but the actress looked like she was enjoying it. Of course, she was an actress and was probably acting.

Ugly Ron sat up on his knees and pressed his cock down on the woman’s slit. Dawn pushed the head of the Ron Jeremy Dong against her labia and pushed the head inside even as Ron’s disappeared in the actress. “OH!” she moaned, raising her hips into the dildo as she pushed it deeper. She tried to work the dildo in and out of her pussy in time to Ron’s thrusts, but she couldn’t keep up. “AAAHH!” she cried cumming hard. Dawn’s hips fell back down onto the bed. She held the dildo inside her, trying to catch her breath, staring at the TV until Ron pulled his gorgeous cock out of the woman and splattered an impressive load of semen on her fake tits.

**********

Dawn waved at Scott from the upstairs window as he backed out of the driveway. Her hand was out of sight, pulling on the belt of her robe even before his car was driving down the road. She let the robe fall off her shoulders and hurried back to her dresser to pull out the dildo and the movie.

She inserted the movie into the VCR and hit play. It showed the actress rubbing Ron’s semen into her breasts. Dawn rewound it, watching the reverse fucking until the woman sat up, leaning in to suck Ron’s dick. Dawn stopped rewinding and hit play.

She grabbed her dildo and sat on the edge of the bed. Once again, she rubbed the head along her moistening pussy, pushing it in as Ron pushed his real cock inside the actress. Dawn remained on the edge, working the new dildo in and out, staring at Ron’s cock on the screen. The beautiful images of his cock were repeatedly ruined when the camera would move up to show the expressions on his face. “Fuck me,” she whispered as the actress cried, “Fuck me.” Dawn moaned; her noises similar to the actress on the screens. She wanted to lay back and enjoy the thrusts of Ron’s cock while pinching her nipples. She wished this one was also a vibrator so she could do just that. “AAHH!” she gasped, her vaginal muscles squeezing tightly down around the big plastic cock as she came.

Dawn fell back on the bed, gasping for air, completely satisfied, watching Ron’s cock spewing his seed all over the actress’s tits.

Dawn reached over to the head of the bed and pulled a pillow over and under her head. She’d promised to watch the movie to the end so she laid there to catch her breath, waiting for the actress to quit making goo-goo eyes at the Hedgehog while rubbing his cum into her tits. Dawn relaxed, letting the feeling of sexual satisfaction wash over her. The long dildo was still deep in her pussy, all the way up to the suction cup on the bottom. She sighed, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed so fully. It made her feel complete somehow.

The blonde in the next scene was more natural-looking than the fake-looking porn star with Ron. She was sitting reading a magazine, twirling her hair when the doorbell rang. She smiled, dropped the magazine, and bounced up to answer the door. “Ugh!” Dawn muttered when she opened the door and a black man entered. Dawn scrunched up her face at the black man and white woman kissing. She didn’t want to watch an interracial sex scene, though to be honest, the black man was better looking than Ron Jeremy. He had a flat top afro and an attractive face though his skin was too dark.

Still, she had no interest in watching the scene. She reached out for the remote and fast-forwarded the tape hoping the Hedgehog had another scene. The girl led the black man over to the couch. She pulled her shirt off over her head. They kissed again. She kneeled, looking up at him. She pulled his pants down. His enormous cock sprang… “What the fuck!” said Dawn, pressing play on the remote to stop the fast forward. A huge black cock nearly a foot long was bobbing before the woman’s excited-looking face.

“Just what I wanted,” said the actress, grabbing the shaft. “A big.” She kissed the tip. “Black.” She ran her tongue over the crown. “Cock!” She let the shaft rest on her face. It took up her entire head. Her tongue came out and she licked up the shaft back to the tip before taking the head in her mouth and starting to suck what to Dawn’s eyes looked to be at least a-foot-long penis that made Ron Jeremy’s seem small in comparison.

A fresh flow of arousal ran down around the plastic shaft in her pussy.

As the dark black shaft hardened and started to glisten from the woman’s saliva, Dawn had to admit, the huge black cock was simply magnificent, total rock hard, ebon perfection.

Dawn was almost sorry to see the actress stop sucking it she was so turned on staring at the veiny shaft each time the woman sucked back to the head. The couple moved to the couch, brushing her discarded magazine aside. The black man sat down and held his cock up while the woman straddled him backward so that she was facing the camera. She lifted her skirt up, revealing that she was panty less (of course she was). She slowly lowered herself down over the shaft, taking more and more of it. She paused briefly, a painful expression crossing her face before she sank into his lap. The painful expression was gone, now replaced by one of pure bliss. This wasn’t acting!

Dawn grabbed the base of the dildo and began working it in and out of her pussy, staring intently at the blonde riding the 12” black shaft. It was one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen. Big black hands were on her pale hips. They moved up, coming around to cup her breasts, looking like she was wearing a dark black bra. His fingers spread, squeezing her hard nipples between them.

“Ooh, fuck me, baby. Fuck me. You fuck me so good,” mewled the woman. “Fuck me with that big black cock.”

“Oh, fuck me,” grunted Dawn. “Fuck me, baby.” She stared at the couple on-screen another climax growing. “You fuck me so good.” She couldn’t bring herself to say, big black cock, but she thought it. “OHGOD!” Her orgasm exploded so quickly, it caught her off guard. Waves of pleasure emanated out from her womb reaching the tips of her toes to the hairs on her head. “JESUS!” she cried, at the strength of the orgasm. She started pulling the dildo out, slowly opening her eyes to see that the actress had jumped off the swollen cock and was now kneeling, jerking it off, with her tongue stretched out. Dawn shoved the dildo back in her pussy all the way up to the suction cup, staring as strand after strand of white semen erupted from the cock head covering the woman’s face. “OHFUCK!” She came again. Hard. One giant orgasm on top of another. There man’s semen plastered the actress’ face. There was so much, Dawn began to wonder if it were faked somehow.

Her strength drained; Dawn fell back on the bed. She stared dazed at the screen, the movie ending and going to the credits. Her vaginal muscles were still squeezing the shaft of the dildo, tremors trying to push it out before reversing to pull it back in. It was like her pussy wanted to get fucked by it more. Finally, the outward tremor forced the dildo from her body. It fell to the floor with a thud. By then, the screen was showing all static.

Dawn laid on the bed exhausted for 45 minutes before she finally had the strength to get up. She cleaned the dildo and showered.

She got some errands done before going back to the bedroom and putting her bikini on. She sunbathed by the pool, falling asleep under the sun’s hot rays. She dreamed the black man from the video was coming through the gate carrying a pool net. She glanced at him, lowering her sunglasses to take in his sweaty dark torso. Bad music started playing in her head, the black man reaching for the waistband of his shorts and pushing them down to reveal the root of a thick black cock. She woke up just before half the swelling shaft was revealed.

Dawn hopped in the pool, swimming a few laps, her mind filled with images of the black man and the white woman. She climbed the ladder out of the pool, briefly toweled herself dry, and walked back into her house, heading to her bedroom.

Dawn tossed the wet bikini into the tub. Once again, she retrieved her new dildo and laid down on the bed. She rewound the tape to the woman sucking Ron Jeremy’s prick, watching for a few minutes before finding it boring. She picked up the remote and fast-forwarded back to the woman opening the door to the black man. The moment his big black cock was freed from his pants, her pussy started getting wet.

She pushed it inside her as the woman sat down in his lap. Dawn wished this one had a vibrating function again as she stared at the screen. She kept most of the dildo inside her, working only a little in and out of her while she squeezed one nipple with her free hand. “FFUUCCKK!!” Her body leaped off the bed from another huge orgasm the second she watched the huge black cock erupting his semen all over the woman’s face.

“WOW!” cried Dawn, panting. Going to that seedy adult store had sure been worth it.

**********

Dawn was fixing dinner, her mind already focusing on her next session with the dildo tomorrow morning after Scott left for work. She was feeling like an addict, wanting her next fix. The phone rang. It was Scott telling her he was going to be a few hours late. She told him she didn’t mind. She could reheat his dinner in the microwave.

Dawn was pulling the dildo out from under the pile of clothes a few minutes later.

She had time for a long slow session so Dawn decided to try out the second video. She wanted to see more of Ron’s big cock since the other scene had suddenly turned uninteresting to her. The movie started. “Hmm,” she hummed. Ron Jeremy had directed this one, but the star was apparently a former pro football player.

And he was black!

Dawn’s eyes widened as she took in the black man. They were playing up the concept that he’d played football in real life. He was in uniform, returning from practice to an attractive light-skinned black woman. She gasped out loud when he took off his shirt. The man was broad-chested with muscles on muscles. He wasn’t as good-looking as the other black man, but he was bigger and more brutish looking.

“God!” she gasped when his cock sprang up. It was as long as the first man’s, but probably a little thicker. This new big black cock quickly became the new image of masculine perfection in her mind as did the muscle man it was attached to.

She was so enraptured by it that she forgot to use the dildo until the scene was almost over. She spread her legs and was inserting it just as the man’s cock was erupting on the black woman’s brown tits and face. Dawn came suddenly, a small intense orgasm, but she’d only inserted the head of the dildo and it left her craving a bigger one. The man’s cock twitched shooting several more wads of white semen than the first black man had. The volume was greater too, almost twice as much.

She was glad she’d been daydreaming during the last scene as the next one featured the same man, but this time with a very pale white woman with big breasts and blonde hair. The contrast of their skin was far more erotic. She was sitting on his ass nude, massaging oil into his V-shaped back.

“Oh god, fuck her,” moaned Dawn, working the dildo in her pussy, wanting the sex to get on with it.

The scene did get on with it. The white woman taking the big cock in her mouth, before riding the huge shaft, grinding her pussy into his crotch. Her pale white hands, resting on his broad black chest.

“OH, GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” cried Dawn, working the dildo harder into her pussy. “YYYEEESSS!!!” she cried watching the white woman jump off the shaft and kiss his balls, her dainty white hand jerking the black cock off. Massive eruptions of cum shooting up from the bulbous head.

Dawn rested the dildo between her breasts. She let the movie run its course. There was one more scene with another white woman and the same black man. Ben had been mistaken about Ron Jeremy being in this one, but she was happy for his mistake. The second scene with the black man and the pale white blonde that resembled her had been the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Dawn put a robe on, went downstairs, and ate her dinner. She was famished and ate more than usual. She fixed Scott a plate and put it in the microwave.

She ended her day heading back upstairs and taking a long bath.

**********

“I didn’t expect to see you back so soon,” said Ben, letting her in the alley door. She’d called him from a pay phone on the street.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d return this video.”

Ben opened the case. “Oh Dawn,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to have to charge you for this.”

“What? Why?” she asked, startled.

“You didn’t rewind it.” He wagged his finger at her, smiling to show he was kidding. Ben also noticed the tape was stopped on the final scene with the black man.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“No worries. And the other tape?”

“I left it at home. I’ll bring it back when I watch it.”

“That’s fine. Take your time.” He noticed she was looking flushed. He led her to the door to the store. There were voices on the other side. She froze. “We have one customer,” he explained. “He’s checking out. It’s Friday and we’re busier. There’ll be a crowd in a few hours.” He opened the door and peered out. “How’s the Hedgehog’s Dong working for you?”

“It’s amazing.”

“Alright, he’s gone,” said Ben, pushing the door to the store open.

Dawn followed him into the now-familiar adult book store. She glanced up at the counter and froze. Another black man was standing behind the counter. He grinned at her, his white teeth standing out against his black skin. The man appeared mid-fifties, close to Ben’s age. He was thin and unthreatening. His beard was half gray and he wore a white kufi hat. Though he was grinning and appeared harmless, his eyes were dark and piercing, staring at her predatorily.

Ben stopped, noticing the two staring at each other. “This is Abu Hanifa. He helps me out on busy nights when my boys are off sowing their oats. Abu, this is Jane Smith. She’s doing some product reviews for me.”

“Miss Smith,” said Abu, nodding his head towards her, still grinning and still staring.

Dawn forced a smile and nodded back, saying nothing. She felt her nipples start to grow and quickly broke eye contact. Despite his thin appearance, Abu Hanifa had the same aura of masculinity that the much more muscular Ben Calhoun gave off. Her nipples turned fully erect; their outlines now visible through her tank top.

“You have sons, Ben?”

“Two. Buru and Bomani. Buru is 30 and Bomani is 28.”

“Little old to be sowing their oats.”

“They have lots of oats.”

“Interesting names,” asked Dawn. “African?”

“Yeah, it was all the rage in the 60s and 70s.” Ben was grabbing another video tape and putting it in a plastic container. Buru means, “One Who is Like a Bull,” and Bomani is Swahili for “Great Warrior.” He handed her the tape. “Here, another movie.”

Dawn nodded. “Thanks.” She noticed Ben wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. “And Mrs. Calhoun?”

Ben smiled sadly. “She passed away.”

“Oh Ben, I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago,” he replied, shrugging.

Her eyes swept the display of sex toys, going from left to right. They were small and white, her husbands’ size. Some were pink and not even shaped like a penis. The white one’s stopped with Ron Jeremy’s dong and then they turned darker, brown, and black cock-shaped dildos, 10-13” in size. The final one, the KING DONG. It was a 14” monster, with multiple vibrating settings. Her eyes landed on the foot-long black one, so like the two black actor’s cocks in the movies she’d watched.

“See anything you like?” asked Abu, still grinning.

Dawn glanced at him, quickly glancing away from his dark eyes. Her cheeks flushed. “No, I’m just returning the movie.”

“You ready to try something better?” asked Ben.

“No, I’m fine. My last uh… marital aid is perfect.”

“Are your sure, Daw… Jane?” asked Ben. He stepped past her and removed the 12” Black dildo. It was marketed as a foot-long and pornstar-sized. It was called the BBC LIFELIKE DILDO. “I could use a review.” He handed it to her. “No charge of course.”

Dawn’s hands were a little shaky as she reached out and took the proffered cock in her hand. “I really don’t need… but if you want a review.” Her eyes were running up and down the length of the shaft. “Do you have any that are flesh-colored?”

Ben’s broad lips curled up in a slight smirk. “That is flesh-colored, Miss Smith.”

“Oh! Of course. I’ll a… okay. I’ll give it a… I’ll get you a review, Mr. Calhoun.”

“Abu, hand me a bag for Miss. Smith.”

Ben took a brown paper bag from Abu and slipped the large dildo inside it. Just in time as the bell over the door chimed. They hadn’t locked the front door for her. A white man in a suit was standing in the doorway, frozen and staring at her. He obviously hadn’t expected to see a woman in here and especially not a woman built like the actresses on all the movie slip case art and magazine covers. He quickly turned and headed to the movie section.

Ben could see she was ready to get out of there. More people were passing by the front of the shop. “I’ll let you out the back, Miss. Smith,” said Ben.

He led her back into the stockroom. “What did you think of the movie?”

“They aren’t my thing, but it was fine.”

“And you watched it to the end?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Is it worth putting on in one of my booths?”

“I guess so.”

“And what did you think of the second movie?” he asked, approaching the alley door.

“I haven’t watched it yet,” she lied. Dawn wasn’t quite ready to return it.

“Well, give me a review when you can.”

“Sure. Ron Jeremy wasn’t in it anyway.”

“He wasn’t?”

“No, he just directed it.”

“The movie you didn’t watch?”

“Yes, I mean no. Uh, thank you, Mr. Calhoun.” She slipped through the door.

“You can keep the new movie, Dawn. It’s used and I’m getting ready to discard it.”

“Uh okay, thanks, Ben.”

**********

Dawn removed the BBC LIFELIKE DILDO from its plastic sleeve the second she got home. She washed it in the bathroom, drying it with a paper towel and wrapping a dry paper towel around it to keep it clean. Dawn stripped and laid back in her bed. The nipples on her ample breasts were already standing to attention and her heart was beating rapidly as she stared at the 12” black dildo. If she hadn’t seen a cock like this in action in the pornos, she wouldn’t have believed there were penises this large. She chuckled to herself. A few short weeks ago, she’d gone to an adult bookstore to purchase a little sex toy that reminded her of Scott’s penis just to keep her sane and now she was laying nude on her bed about to use a foot long black one on herself while watching porn where a white woman was about to take a black man’s mammoth cock. Ben had certainly been right about the big ones being more satisfying and something about the skin contrasts between a dark-skinned black man and a pale white woman was rapidly becoming a major source of arousal for her.

Dawn hit play on her remote. She held the dildo to her breast, absentmindedly stroking the plastic shaft while watching the black football star arrive for his massage. The blonde straddled his back rubbing his shoulders and muscular back. When he turned over and the woman began sucking his cock, Dawn slowly lowered the dildo down, lining the head up with the entrance to her pussy.

She gasped, pushing it in as the blonde actress took the mammoth cock in her pussy. Dawn moaned, feeling full and stretched out like never before. She felt an orgasm rapidly growing and exploding around half the dildo, her arousal running down the plastic shaft to soak her fingers where she was holding the base.

Dawn took a breather, keeping it inside her and watching the action on screen. When she’d recovered, she slowly started working more inside her. The head pressed up against her cervix. Dawn moaned, looking down at her pussy. Her hand was still wrapped around the base, with inches to go. She couldn’t take the whole thing, wouldn’t have believed any woman could. The actress on screen certainly was taking the entire cock. Of course, Dawn wasn’t a porn actress.

Dawn sat back and watched the action on screen, pinching and pulling on her nipples. The new dildo felt amazing inside her, the best yet, but again she wished it had a vibrating function. She came when the actress did. Her vaginal muscles squeezed down over the shaft, orgasmic convulsions pushing several inches out of her pussy before reversing and sucking several inches back inside her.

“JESUS!” she gasped, catching her breath.

Dawn climbed out of bed, took a quick shower, and cleaned her new toy in the shower with her. She hid the video and gave one last glance at the BBC LIFELIKE DILDO, before tucking it away. She covered it up with her clothes like she was putting a baby to sleep. “Goodnight new best friend,” she whispered. “See you in the morning.”

**********

She did see it in the morning. She fixed Scott breakfast, kissed him goodbye, and watched him back out the driveway. She immediately headed upstairs, loosening the belt on her robe as she went.

Dawn wasn’t in a rush and decided to take her time masturbating. She decided to check out the new video Ben had given her. If she didn’t care for it, she could always put the one with the muscular black man back in the VCR.

She gasped as she removed the tape from the slipcover. It wasn’t even a movie. It was a compilation video titled Blacks on Blondes, and it was 6 hours long! She pushed it in and hit play.

Dawn sat on her bed, one hand squeezing her left breast, teasing her hardening nipple. Her other hand resting on her pubic hair, its index finger rubbing her slit. This is total crap, she thought, watching the scene. There wasn’t a plot or even a semblance of a plot. A blonde answered her door, letting in a black man carrying a vacuum cleaner. He mentioned its powerful sucking action. “That’s not the only thing with a powerful sucking action,” she replied, kneeling and undoing his pants.

The blonde was attractive, nice figure, and had perfect tits. Her hair looked very eighties and Dawn guessed the scene was about ten years old. The man wasn’t much to look at. He was dark black, had sideburns, and looked like some street thug out of a 1970s crime movie. In the real world, she was way out of his league and these two would never hook up in real life.

His cock sprang up.

“Mmmm,” moaned Dawn, the finger rubbing her rapidly dampening slit. The blonde’s eyes lit up, staring at his cock before smiling up at him. She stroked his shaft making it fully harden.

The man’s cock was gorgeous. It closely resembled her dildo, though the cock was darker and had a slight upwards curve. The head had a large flare to it. It wasn’t long until the large flare was pushing past the woman’s upper lip.

Dawn didn’t suck dick. Yet, in every scene in every movie, she’d watched, it always started with a blow job. Her arousal grew the more she watched the woman sucking the 12” cock. The oral scenes always gave her a nice close-up view of the man’s penis. The woman often took the huge shaft and ran it over her breasts or cheeks, head turned to lick the shaft. She liked how the dark-skinned shafts glistened in the light from the woman’s saliva.

The black man sat on the couch, spreading his legs open. The woman moved between them, sucking his cock a little more before standing and turning around to face the camera. Dawn grabbed the dildo and brought the head down between her legs. Just as the actress’ pussy was being speared by the man’s huge cock, Dawn was pressing the dildo against her labia, spreading her lips apart until the head was inside her. She worked the dildo deeper, watching the woman doing the same, raising and lowering herself over the coal-black shaft.

“Mmm, fuck me with that big black cock, baby,” moaned the actress, who looked to be enjoying it.

“No, fuck me with that big black cock,” growled Dawn, working her dildo in and out of her wet pussy as fast as she could. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Ah… Ah… AAAHHH!” Dawn shuddered and came all over the dildo. She didn’t stop working it. She kept thrusting it in and out of her pussy through the orgasm, waiting for the man to orgasm. The actress jumped off his cock and spun around, kneeling again. The camera zoomed in as the swollen black cock shot its first load across the woman’s face.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” Dawn thrust the dildo as deep as it would go and fell back on the bed. Her hips bucking into the imaginary thrusts of her black lover as she came even harder this time over her black dildo. Dawn laid there, gasping while the next scene started. She reached out for the remote and stopped the video.

She watched the second scene later that day, cumming two more times, and loving her new dildo even more with each orgasm.

**********

Dawn Conner spent the next ten days watching the movie scene by scene until she’d seen them all. She’d watch one scene during her morning session and the next during her late afternoon, post-chore session. She had her favorites, the biggest, the thickest, the heaviest ejaculator, or the best-looking black man, but she loved them all.

Weeks passed. The movie and orgasms were affecting her. She began associating sex with black men and black men only. Even if Scott could have gotten his penis completely hard, she wouldn’t have been interested in it. Every time she saw a black man, she found herself giving his crotch a quick surreptitious glance. Few appeared to have noticeable bulges, but that didn’t stop her from checking. Scott took her out to dinner on a date night and she caught a glimpse of what she was looking for. The black man was seated a few tables down, big and powerful looking. He was good-looking, broad-shouldered, and wearing an expensive suit and tie. Dawn was certain he was a well-endowed bull.

SNAP!

“What?” she jerked startled. Her husband was snapping his finger in front of her face.

“Earth to Dawn,” he said, pulling his hand back.

“Sorry,” she blushed, “Just daydreaming. Scott went on telling her about his work day at the pharmaceutical company and her eyes drifted back to the black man. He stared back, giving her a little smirk, embarrassed she pulled her eyes away and back to her husband. She glanced back, but the black man had turned his attention on the couple at his table. They were a white couple, the man had his arm around the back of the woman’s chair, possessively. Dawn’s eyes wandered down. The black man was facing her. Under the table, she could see his spread legs. A giant black hand was under the table, resting on the woman’s knee. He started sliding it up her thigh. Dawn glanced back between his legs. There was no bulge in his crotch. The bulge was a massive tubular object running down one leg of his slacks. Her eyes widened as she stared at it.

“So, Bob says, I want this office to go 100% paperless and I said, sounds great until someone needs to use the bathroom.” Scott slapped his hand down, laughing.

“What? Oh, good one honey,” she said, turning her attention back on her husband. Their food arrived and Dawn quietly ate, glancing at the black man occasionally. The outline of his cock had grown so much, she wondered how he’d be able to get up and walk. The woman was flushed now. Dawn could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse. Under the table, the black man’s hand had stopped between her legs, her skirt was pushed up and his hand was moving around her pubic mound.

“Your lights are on,” whispered Scott.

“Sorry, I’m listening to you, just a little distracted,” she replied.

“Your headlights are on,” he said, nodding down toward her bosom.

“Oh dear,” Dawn muttered glancing down. Her large bosom filled the front of her blouse and she’d chosen a thin bra. Her nipples were prominent and swollen, pushing out through her blouse. “Must be cold in here.”

“Would you care for some dessert?” asked the waiter, his eyes giving a glance down to her large nipples.

“Honey?”

“No thanks,” she replied. “I’m stuffed.” The waiter left their check and Dawn bent down, trying to pull her blouse away from her breasts, to make them a little less obvious.

“I think it’s sexy as hell,” said Scott, his hand coming to rest on her knee and giving it a little squeeze. “Let’s go home.”

Sex with Scott had been disappointing for years and that night was no exception. Sex always went in one of two directions. He couldn’t get completely hard, his penis grew but was floppy, and she’d have to mount him, squeezing the base the get it hard enough to fit inside. Or, it got hard but squirted almost immediately. Usually, he’d rub his hard prick along her slit, trying to get her aroused enough to push it inside, but he usually came from rubbing her before he’d even entered her. Tonight, was better, she was soaking wet between her legs. His hard prick entered her quickly. They both groaned as he entered her. Almost before his groan was over, he was grunting, and squirting several short bursts of semen inside her. “Sorry,” he said, pulling his spent dick out and rolling off her to breathe heavily.

“It’s okay, dear,” she replied, patting him on the stomach. He’d lasted five thrusts and that had been the best sex she’d gotten from him in years. She’d get hers after he left for work the next morning.

He leaned in and placed his hand on her stomach, rubbing her tummy just under her belly button. She could sense him willing his seed to impregnate her. They’d started trying years ago, but nothing ever seemed to come of it. Now neither thought they were trying to get pregnant; they just weren’t trying to prevent it anymore. With Scott’s weak erections preventing him from ejaculating his seed inside her most of the time, she could tell his fingers were crossed from this rare instance.

 Dawn fell asleep and dreamed she and Scott were the couple sitting at the table with the black businessman. Scott was obliviously retelling his lame joke while the black man’s hand was sliding up Dawn’s thigh. His finger worked her panty aside and slipped inside her. She responded by leaning away from Scott and reaching under the table with her hand to squeeze the giant cock.

Later, her head was down in the pillow while the black man fucked her from behind. One of his hands was holding her hair up like reins and the other hand was spanking her ass. He was no longer the man from the restaurant, but one of the actors from her movie. The actor she found the most animalistic and brutish looking. Scott was seated in a chair, his pants were down and he was jerking off, and still babbling on about work while watching his wife get black fucked.

Dawn woke up, sopping wet. Scott was already dressed and tightening his tie. “Didn’t want to wake you,” he said. “Seems like you were having a good dream.”

“Mmm, I was,” she replied stretching.

“Seemed hot.”

“I can’t remember,” she lied, “but you were in it.”

“See you later,” he said, bending down and kissing her.

“Good luck storming the castle,” she replied, a phrase she frequently used when he left for work.

She flew out of the bed, reaching for the dildo the second she heard the door downstairs close. The head was pushing between the folds of her pussy while she listened to his car backing out of the driveway. Dawn was so wet and aroused from her dream, she didn’t even bother watching a scene from her movie. She just closed her eyes, working the dildo in and out of her needy pussy, thinking about the black man from last night. She came three times, two good ones, and the final being one of her most explosive.

She left the house that day in a great mood, hoping to get her errands over with so she could start her second session with the dildo earlier. She planned on watching the scene with the actor, she’d dreamed about from start to finish, slowly using the dildo while fantasizing she was the actress on all fours.

Her errands took her near South Beach and she decided to drive down Ocean Drive to check out the beautiful people. There were plenty of gorgeous young models. Most were young women looking to break into the business and some were like her, built like strippers and they probably were strippers as there were several clubs just a few blocks over, Temptations being one of the most popular.

There she saw another hung black man and he took her breath away. He was ebony perfection, naked except for a white speedo. His musculature reminded her of the ex-football star from her porn movie. The white speedo was so stretched out in front, if she were closer, she’d be able to see glimpses of the base of his huge cock. Of course, he wasn’t alone. A young white model that looked half his age was holding hands with him and wearing a tiny bikini that exposed her rear end, the top little cups that barely covered her nipples.

The car behind her honked.

Dawn looked in the rearview mirror. She’d been stopped at a red light when she saw the black man. She waved at the car behind her and started to drive, her nipples scraping her short halter top. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, wishing she’d have a dream about this black man tonight.

Ben’s sex shop was just a short jump onto I-95 and a few exits away. She had promised him a review.

**********

Dawn couldn’t see inside, but the street wasn’t crowded, so she went into the sex shop through the front door. Ben’s black face broke out in a smile when he saw her. “Mrs. Con… Miss Smith, so good to see you again. Abu was stocking the porn magazine rack. He looked up from the box he was unpacking and smiled at her. Her eyes flickered down to his crotch, widening when she saw how big his bulge was. She quickly looked away.

Ben came out from behind the counter. Her eyes roamed down to his crotch. Ben was wearing sweats with a massive tubular bulge in the front. Dawn looked up. He was grinning at her. Sweat beaded her brow. Dawn felt her arousal growing, her panty growing damp, and her nipples starting to push out her top. “I owed you one last review,” she said.

“Yes, the BBC LIFELIKE DILDO, if I recall. How’s it workin for ya?”

Dawn blushed and glanced around, embarrassed. Abu was grinning at her. “It’s amazing,” she confessed. “I’m completely satisfied with it.”

“Great, I love a satisfied customer. Did you watch the movie?”

She flushed even redder. “Yes.”

“And you used the dildo while watching it?”

“Yes.”

“And it helped you arrive at your climax?”

“Yes.” Suddenly, she wanted to get out of there.

“Do you use it alone or does your husband use it on you?”

“Alone. I don’t think he could handle it.”

Ben nodded. “It would be better if he used it on you. The one negative with the BBCLD is that it doesn’t vibrate. If you wanna try something better, I have the…”

“No, I’m good. I’d just promised you a review. Thanks for all your help, Mr. Calhoun.” Dawn turned to leave, ready to put the seedy store behind her and even more ready to get home and use the dildo again.

“Wait Dawn,” said Ben. He grabbed the KING DONG off the shelf. “Are you sure you don’t want an upgrade? The KING DONG is state of the art with multiple vibrating functions. Just give me a review.”

Dawn gulped, glancing down at it. The vibrating function would be nice to free her hands up. She made her decision. “No thanks. My current aid is perfect for my needs.”

“Oh!” said Ben. He had a hurt expression on his face. “May I ask why? I haven’t steered you wrong yet.”

“Because… well quite frankly, that thing is ridiculously large.”

“Bigger than the men in the movie I gave you?”

“Yeah, but some came close.” She looked at the plastic-encased cock. It was advertised as 14” long. “I can’t even take all of my current marital aid, why should I need a bigger one?”

“Oh,” said Ben, looking thoughtful. “Some women need the real thing first to open them up before they can take a plastic one. Shame, you’re missing out a lot. “Would you like to see the real thing? One this big?” He held up the KING DONG.

Dawn turned pale. He’s not saying…

“Abu, hand me some tokens,” said Ben, loudly over the roar of motorcycles outside.

Abu was wearing an apron. He reached into the pouch and pulled out some tokens, dropping them in Ben’s large palm.

“Follow me,” said Ben.

Dawn reluctantly followed Ben towards the hall with the video booths. Her eyes flickered left as they neared the Bullpen corkboard. They widened when she saw that all the pictures appeared to be black men showing off their huge cocks and offering up their service as sex partners. She stared at the board until they entered the dark hallway. They passed a little stand with a roll of paper towels on it, some hand sanitizer, and a spray bottle filled with cleaning fluid. The hallway ended at another hallway, leading left and right with about five doors on the opposite walls. Though it was hard to see in the dim light, the handles had green or red panels indicating whether or not they were occupied much like a portable toilet. Ben opened a door. Inside was cramped but held a bench and a TV screen across from it. There was another roll of paper towel on the bench. “Yech,” she said, surveying the booth.

“Here,” said Ben, holding out the tokens and dropping them in her hand. “Turn it to channel 14. It’s an amateur, but you’ll see what I’m talking about.” He moved to close the door. “Oh, and you might want to stay in here for a while. Those motorcycles are probably some Panthers coming to shop. I’ll come knock when they’re gone.”

“Panthers?”

“Motorcycle gang,” said Ben. “Nothing to worry about. I’m a member.”

The door closed and Dawn was alone in a seedy little booth. Her hands were shaking when she raised her hands and dropped some tokens into the slot. The video roared to life. It was a standard scene. A white woman and man sitting on a couch. The man put his hand on her knee and they looked at each other. Dawn advanced the channels. She paused briefly when a gay channel appeared. Two men were embracing, one white and one black. They were both built like bodybuilders and they both had fat cocks nearly a foot long. She changed the channel as the hung white man knelt before the black man, planting a kiss on the dark plum-sized head of the huge cock before opening his mouth wide to embrace to black cock.

There was a channel with two white women kissing and the next appeared all interracial, though the black man’s cock was only a couple inches bigger than Scott’s dick. Finally, she arrived at channel 14. It was an amateur. A pretty young white girl in a bikini was kneeling, unbuckling a man’s pants. She looked up into the camera which appeared to be held by the man whose pants she was unbuckling. She reached into the man’s pants, eyes lighting up, as she pulled out an immense black cock.

Dawn’s eyes opened wide as she stared at the screen. The girl was stroking the dark cock, which grew in immensity. She continued to stare at the camera, turning her head slightly to plant a side kiss on the head of the cock. “They do get that big,” Dawn whispered. The girl was licking up the side of a 14” black cock as thick as a pringles can. She opened her mouth, stretching her jaw wide, and took the head in her mouth, she began to suck. The man in the movie’s cock was every bit as big as the KING DONG. Not only was it as big, but it bore a strong resemblance to the plastic cock sold in the shop.

The machine wanted more coins so Dawn eagerly fed it a few more, wanting to see where this was going. Her body was reacting to the sight of the huge cock in this homemade video as much as it did watching professional porn. Her nipples were so hard they were throbbing as they pushed against her bra and her panties were rapidly becoming soaked. She watched raptly as the girl fought not to gag swallowing a quarter, a third, and finally half the cock.

Dawn jumped as something thudded in the next booth.

She glanced to the right. The light coming from the screen revealed a rather large diameter hole between the walls. Something covered the hole on the opposite wall. The hole wasn’t perfect, it had been cut and torn out, the edges sanded so there were no jagged pieces.

She turned her attention back to the screen. The woman was now jerking off the huge black member with both hands, her mouth bobbing rapidly over just the head, sucking it just past the crown. The image had Dawn’s attention, but she still saw light appear out of the corner of her eye. She glanced back at the hole in the wall. The covering had been pulled away and she could see the other screen. It also had an interracial scene running. It was a different woman, but the cock slowly forcing her pussy lips open appeared as large as the KING DONG. Something darkened the screen in the other room. Dawn assumed the person had replaced the covering and she returned her attention to her screen. The fourteen-inch black cock was just erupting huge amounts of semen over the woman’s head. Her face was completely plastered with a thick layer of white pudding.

Dawn had never seen any of the actors in the previous movies she’d watched cum so much. She stared raptly at the giant black cock, still jerking, and still shooting smaller yet powerful blasts now across the woman’s breasts. Again, movement out of the corner of her eye distracted her. Dawn glanced at it, jerking back as something started pushing through the hole in the next booth. The giant head of a black penis soon breached the hole coming into her booth.

Dawn scooted down the bench away from the black phallus as it kept coming and coming. It was every bit as big as the one she’d been watching on screen. At first, she was horrified, but she quickly relaxed and chuckled. “Good one, Ben,” she said, believing he had just pushed the KING DONG through the wall. “Funny,” she said, a little louder, but there was no answer from the next booth.

The odd thing about the dildo sticking through the wall was that it was slightly curved down. The KING DONG had appeared to be completely hard, but then it was encased by plastic. The screen lit up the dildo. It was amazingly lifelike with swollen veins crisscrossing the shaft and a large flare to the glans. Dawn raised one hand and reached out to touch the head.

Spongy, she thought. She grasped it, letting her hand slide down just under the head. The skin was hot too. The king ous head swelled even larger even as the gap between her fingers where she gripped it widened. So lifelike, she thought, her mind starting to change about giving the KING DONG a try. Almost absentmindedly, her hand slid down to the hole in the wall and back up to the head. Light from the screen reflected off a large pearl of fluid that suddenly appeared on the long meatus at the head of the… fake cock? She could even feel a strong steady pulse in the large vein where her hand was gripping it.

Dear God, she was holding a real black cock! Her brain screamed for her to let it go, but her grip on it didn’t lessen. Instead, her hand slid back down to the base and back up, down, and up. The fluid was now dribbling from the urethra, the flow not stopping. It expanded even more; all floppiness was now gone. The cock was steel hard, straight as a black torpedo.

“Wow,” she mumbled, running her hand back down and up, this time over the head before sliding back down. She got some of the fluid on her palm and realized that the monster was dribbling as much as it could to try to lubricate the whole shaft.

“SUCK IT!”

Dawn jumped, startled by the voice. She looked up the wall. There was another hole with an eye staring at her from the other side.

“SUCK IT!” he said again.

Dawn looked away from the eye and back at the big black cock in her hand. She jerked it a couple more times. That was what you’re supposed to do, wasn’t it? When a black man presented his cock to a woman, you might gaze at it in appreciation, stroke it to make it completely hard, but you always showed your appreciation for it by putting it in your mouth. All she had to do was raise the shaft a little and lower her lips down to the huge head. The TV had demanded more tokens and the movie had stopped with just static light reflecting even more off the pre-cum pouring from the tip, but it was also reflecting off the diamond in her wedding ring on the hand now holding a black man’s cock. She was a married woman, not some slut in a porn movie. “I don’t… I can’t, I’m married,” she told the cock. She jerked the shaft several more times, not wanting to release it, but knowing she should. “I need to…” The cock slowly pulled back. Instead of releasing it, she squeezed it, trying to hold it still. The cock pushed back into the room. The man had only been adjusting himself.

BONK!

“Ow!” she grunted, bringing her free hand up to the spot on her head that something had just bounced off of. She looked up and saw the eye return to the other hole.

“JERK IT OFF!”

She saw a small vial on the floor and picked it up. It was a bottle of lubricating oil. Dawn gulped. She flipped up the cap and finally took her hand off the shaft long enough to fill her palm with the oil. She quickly returned her hand to the head of the stranger’s cock, twisting her grip to well lubricate the end of the shaft. Dawn squirted some more oil along the top of the shaft before adding her second hand to the large cock. Even with two of her hands on it, the remaining length of his phallus was still larger than her husband.

Dawn slid off the bench, crinkling her nose as she kneeled on the floor. It felt sticky on her bare legs. She was now looking down the shaft as she began moving her hands along its length in slow steady strokes. This black cock was perfect… flawless… superior to anything she’d ever seen before. After watching so many videos of large black cocks, she was grateful for the chance to see and hold one in real life. She wanted to look up at the man staring down at her and thank him, but that thought was crazy, she was the one giving some strange black dude a hand job. He should be thanking her. Still, Dawn stared down the long shaft and mouthed the words, “Thank you,” to it, fighting the urge to lean forward and plant a kiss on the swollen head. She did turn her head up, smiling at the overseeing eye, hoping she was pleasing the owner of such a perfect big black cock.

“SHOW ME DEM TITTIES”

Dawn looked back down at the black man’s cock. There wouldn’t be any further opportunities to touch a pornstar-sized cock in her future. Reluctantly, she released it, lowering her oily hands to the hem of her shirt. She pulled the shirt up and over her head, resting it on the top of her legs. She stared at the black shaft bobbing gently while she unhooked the clasp in her bra. Probably a good idea, she thought. She couldn’t see the man’s testicles, but big black cocks usually had big black balls that blasted out really big loads. Dawn sighed as her captive breasts sprang free. She dropped her bra down between her legs.

“DAYUMN!”

Dawn flushed at his approval. Her E-cups had always been a source of unwanted male attention. They pushed out her heavier tops making her look heavy so she always wore tighter tops to show she wasn’t overweight which unfortunately drew even more attention to her breasts. They were big, round, and close-set, still proud and high on her chest, but she could feel the weight of gravity starting to pull them down. If the black man’s cock was as big around as a Pringle’s can, so were her areola. They were puffy, raised slightly from her breast, faded on the edges, turning pinker the closer they got to the nipple. Her nipples were darker and everted, always sticking out from her areola. This caused them to stimulate easily, her nickel diameter nipples growing close to an inch long when aroused.

They were sticking out a full inch now.

She was glad the man on the other side of the wall approved of them. She sat up and arched her back, grabbing his cock with one hand. She lifted the shaft, letting the head of his cock rub over her nipples. Dawn whimpered as the big black cock rubbed her aroused nipples and she heard an answering moan from the other booth. He was enjoying this.

Her free hand grabbed the little bottle of oil and squirted some more on the head, letting the lubrication run down to her hand slowly stroking his shaft. Her hand started gliding up and down more rapidly and she added her other hand to the shaft, steadily jerking him off still pulling it across her breasts and nipples.

Who was this man? She wondered if she’d bump into him in the hallway. Would they hug or just grin and pass each other? What happens in the booth stays in the booth. She wanted to meet him. Could it be Ben? She hoped it was, but couldn’t believe that some old guy in his fifties had a cock like this. This was the cock of a much younger man which also left nasty old Abu out.

She looked back up at the eye. “I like your cock, mister.”

“It loves you, gurl.”

Dawn continued staring up at the eye as she released the huge cock. She hefted her breasts and pulled them apart, raising and wrapping her soft white breast flesh around the man’s dark black shaft. She bounced slightly on her knees also hefting her breasts up and down the black cock. “You like this, mister? You like me squeezing your big black cock between my white titties?” She was even talking like one of the porn sluts in the movies and it didn’t make her proud.

“FUCK YEAH!”

She stared cross-eyed at the large cock head thrusting up and down between her breasts. She moved her nose closer, for some reason wanting to smell it, but all she could smell was the oil. The cock thrust up high above her cleavage, just brushing her nose. Dawn’s tongue flickered out as it was sliding back down. She licked up the underside and over the frenulum. The oil tasted as unpleasant as it smelled, but just as she yanked her tongue back, the meatus spat a spoon’s worth of pre-ejaculate across her tongue. She pulled it back into her mouth. The giant cock’s little spurt of precum rivaled one of Scott’s entire orgasms but was even richer and thicker than her husband’s semen.

“SUCK IT!”

“No,” said Dawn, releasing her hands so that the hard cock sprang up out of her tits. “I’m married. I shouldn’t even be doing this.” Truthfully, she wanted to suck the man’s cock, especially after tasting his precum. It made her crave more. She took the shaft back in her hands and started pumping it again. She stared at it, reconsidering taking it in her mouth and regretting that she’d used the lubricating oil.

Dawn sighed, sitting back on her legs, jerking the big shaft as fast as she could with both hands. This man had stamina. She was beginning to worry he was going to outlast her strength. The black cock seemed like it was swelling even more. It felt harder and firmer now. She stared at the base, worried that if she couldn’t get it off, it might swell to the point it got stuck in the hole.

Jesus, this thing was a beast! The flare of the glans even hardened as her upper hand swept up and down over the angry-looking swollen head. “Wow!” she said, staring at the monster just as it jumped in her hand.

SPLOOGE!

The giant cock’s first wad splattered all over her face. Dawn reared back, thrusting her breasts up, another load of hot seed spraying all over both breasts. Dawn’s grip on the jerking black cock tightened trying to hold it still. Her mouth opened as she gasped for air, the spurting head of the swollen cock was aimed right between her lips. The third or fourth jet of semen, she’d lost count, came out as a thick strand flying right into her mouth. Dawn swallowed the delicious seed, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide. More sperm shot into her mouth even as her lips embraced the head of the still bucking cock. She gulped down several more mouthfuls and found herself stroking the shaft towards the head, milking the black cock for more of his semen. All trace of the oil was gone from the head and all she could taste was the pudding thick yummy seed squirting into her mouth in a seemingly endless supply. Dawn found herself bobbing her head over the tip of his cock, the swollen glans sliding back and forth over her upper lip. God, it was so good.

When the flow finally stopped, she licked her tongue around the head and over the meatus, licking up his last and final drop before planting a kiss of gratitude right on the tip. That wasn’t her last taste of sperm though. She scooped two wads out of her eyes and licked the heavy seed off her fingers. The black cock was still a rigid rearing 14” monster sticking through the hole. It appeared to be expanding and contracting like it was gasping for air. She was coated in its semen. She licked his cum off her lips and slid some more thick wads off her cheeks and into her mouth. The black cock was bent down now, still jerking with the rapid beat of the man’s pulse. Semen was dripping off her erect nipples. She scooped it off her tits and licked her palms. The cock had deflated and was now a foot-long black banana hanging down out of the hole.

She remembered seeing some paper towels under the bench. She grabbed the roll and tore off some pieces. Dawn looked down at her breasts and wiped up the voluminous part of his load coating her upper bosom and chest. When she glanced up, there was just a black hole leading to the next booth. The cock was gone.

His cum was everywhere and she spent ten minutes trying to clean as much of it up as she could. Even then she wasn’t sure she’d gotten every bit of it. She dropped the sticky paper towels in a small wastebasket under the bench. She added her bra to the wastebasket when she discovered that large amounts of semen had dripped down on it from her breasts. “Crap,” she muttered finding sticky wet spots on her thin top also. She pulled the crop top back over her head and stretched it down. She stood and unlocked the door, quickly stepping out.

Dawn hurried towards the hallway into the porn store. A giant black man was coming towards her in the middle of the hall. Shit, she thought, he waited for me. She froze, staring up at him. It was dark in the hall and she couldn’t see his features well, but he was wearing jeans and a biker jacket.

“Damn, girl,” grunted the man, looking her up and down, his eyes stopping to stare at her breasts. “Why ya in such a hurry?”

“Sorry, gotta be somewhere,” she replied, moving aside to pass him on the right.

“I was just headin to the booths if ya wanna join me in one.”

“Uh, no thanks,” she responded, turning to face him and slip past. He wasn’t the man she’d just jerked off. He turned to face her as she squeezed by. Her breasts pressed into his chest, nipples scraping on his jacket. He thrust his hips out, pressing a hard bulge into her stomach that told her he might rival the man in the booth.

Dawn stumbled into the light. There were four other large black men in the store, leafing through magazines or browsing the porn collection. They were all dressed similarly. Two with their backs to her had jackets, showing a snarling and leaping jaguar on the back. BLACK PANTHERS MC was written above the image. One jacket was fancier with BLACK POWER 1970 written under the image. The men looked up from their porn browsing to stare at her. The two facing away turned to see what the others were seeing. None had a knowing smirk on their faces telling her that she’d just jerked him off.

She turned left to avoid the men and found herself staring right at the BULLPEN. There were around two dozen Polaroids tacked to the board with cut index cards and phone numbers ready to rip off. All were black men. All had huge Porn star-sized cocks. Some men were pulling up their shirts to show off impressive abs with sweats pulled under their balls. 10”-12” semi-hard cocks hanging out over their sweats. Some were nude and erect. Others, plump and soft, with dark brown cocks dangling nearly to their knees. Many had written things on their index cards like women only, no condoms, married women preferred, and other preferences or conditions.

One read, “Which means, One Who is Like A Bull.” Under the name Buru. Buru… Buru… she thought turning her gaze on the photograph. He was a big muscular sexy black man sitting back in a chair, nude and holding up a hard cock every bit as big as the massive one she’d just jerked off. Buru… Ben’s son! Surely, Ben wouldn’t let his son advertise his cock out for desperate women! All Buru’s phone numbers had been ripped off.

Dawns saw movement out of the corner of her eye. A couple of the black bikers were moving towards her. She gave a glance towards the storeroom door and hurried towards it. “Miss Smith,” said Ben from behind the counter, standing next to Abu. She kept going, not glancing his way. “Miss Smith,” he said again. “Dawn!” Startled, she finally looked up as Ben stepped down. He intercepted her beside the storeroom door and opened it for her. He was holding a long brown paper bag, the kind you’d use for a foot-long sub. “Here,” he said, handing it to her.

Dawn took it, glancing inside, flushing when she saw the top of the KING DONG. “Thanks,” she replied.

“I thought you might have changed your mind after what you saw in the booth.”

Dawn flushed some more. Was he talking about the channel he’d told her to watch or about the man in the booth? Was he the man in the booth? No way, as hard as that cock was, it had to belong to a much younger man. Ben was staring at her chest. Liquified semen had made a large wet spot right over one nipple, hugging it and now partially see-thru. Her nipples were still fully erect.  She gasped. “Thanks, Ben. I need to go.”

“Just one final review, Miss Smith,” he called after her as she hurried through his stockroom.

Dawn’s massive bosom was bouncing and quaking as she practically ran down the alley. She hated bras, they felt constricting on her breasts, but without one, she had almost four pounds of weight bouncing freely on her chest. She navigated her way through a line of motorcycles parked at the end of the alley and safely made it into her car. She pulled her shades on checking herself in the mirror and staring aghast when she saw multiple strands of her hair were stuck together and sticking straight up.

Dawn drove home as quickly as she could. She got a good view of herself in front of her dressing mirror in her bedroom. There were sticky spots from wads of sperm all over her hair. She’d missed some on her face which now had spots with dried flakes all over it, and her top was ruined. It had oil stains from where her slick hands had pulled it off as well as dried crusty patches still see-thru all over it, including the one covering her nipple. She pulled the shirt off over her head and pushed it down into the wastebasket in the bathroom while wincing. She’d liked that shirt.

Dawn stripped the rest of her clothes off, finding her scissors on the dresser. She grinned slightly. She’d left the scissors there from all the plastic-encased dildoes she’d been getting over the last few months. Her hands were trembling as she cut into the plastic encasing the KING DONG. She wasn’t sure if they were shaking from her desire to try out this new giant dildo or from worry that she needed to hurry using it before Scott got home. Perhaps both?

Finally, she pulled the black vibrator free of its plastic prison. The resemblance to the man in the booth’s cock was uncanny. The head was the same size and shape, even the veins and ridges on the dildo appeared to match the veins and ridges her hands had been rapidly stroking. The batteries were preinstalled. It had multiple settings, slow, hard, and one that slowly built up in intensity. That setting sounded amazing.

She started slow, letting it vibrate as she rubbed the pulsating tip along her swollen clit before pushing it down between the soaking wet folds of her pussy. She gasped as the head spread her open, pushing inside her. “Mmm, vibrations good,” she squealed, deciding never to go back to a non-vibrating dildo. It pushed deeper. She worked the shaft, pulling it out until the flare of the plastic crown cleared her labia, then pushing it back in, working it deeper. Her vagina stretching even more around her new toy than it had around the previous one.

“FFUUCCKK!!” she screamed, cumming hard. The orgasm had come out of nowhere, she hadn’t even felt it building up. She froze, pausing to catch her breath before pushing more in. “Mmmm, so big,” she groaned as her new dildo pushed deep inside her. “UNNHH!” Her hips bucked up off the bed as she came again. The head had pushed up against her cervix, the vibrations triggering another orgasm. The extra thickness of the KING DONG felt great, but the added length was pointless. She could only take it as deep as the ten inches of the foot-long BBC LIFELIKE DILDO, but with the KING DONG, there was more sticking out of her that she could grab.

Dawn Conner didn’t watch her porn. She closed her eyes and pictured herself back in the booth. The real-life black cock emerging from the hole. She was squirting oil on it, stroking it, guiding it into her mouth… Dawn opened her eyes and sat up. She reached down, switching the vibrations settings to hard. She gasped as the KING DONG started violently shaking inside her pussy. “Jesus,” she muttered, laying back down. Her hips were jumping off the bed into the imaginary thrusts of the big cock. Dawn closed her eyes, licking her lips as she imagined she was sucking the real thing again. She could still taste the stranger's seed on her tongue. “UNH!” she grunted. Your cum tastes so good, she thought, sucking his cock while staring up at the all-seeing eye above her. “UNH!” His cum was shooting across her tongue. “UNH!” She gulped it down as fast as he was ejaculating the delicious seed and he was ejaculating it pretty fast. “UNH!”

“UNH! UNH! UNH! AAAAHHHH!!!” She came hard around the new dildo. Her greedy pussy was loving the new toy. Her vaginal muscles were squeezing tightly around every inch of the black plastic shaft, contracting inwards, trying to pull it deeper, the head battering at her cervix. Dawn squeezed her nipples hard, pulling on them. Her orgasm didn’t seem to end. Finally, she couldn’t take anymore, reaching down to pull the aggressively quaking KING DONG out of her pussy. She switched it off, collapsing back down on the bed, and laying semi-comatose for fifteen minutes before she had the strength to get up and clean the dildo off.

She hopped in the shower, spending close to a half-hour, cleaning off the remains of the man’s semen from her face and hair as well as lathering up between her thighs to clean off her juices. She got out and straightened up just before Scott got home.

The next morning, she got up and cooked Scott breakfast while wearing only a skimpy negligee much to the delight of her husband. As soon as she’d kissed him goodbye, she raced upstairs, untying the string holding the sheer lace over her breasts. It fell to the floor leaving her clad in only her panties. She quickly pushed them down, noticing that a wet spot had already formed beneath her crotch. Her pussy was eager to get the giant black dildo back inside it.

Dawn laid back on her bed with the KING DONG, setting it on low. She pressed it against her clit, letting the quivering black plastic cock head get her arousal flowing even more. Her clit swelled with blood, her lower lips glistened as her arousal grew, coating them, preparing her for penetration. Dawn slipped the plastic head lower and pressed it between her lips. “Mmmm,” she moaned, tensing up and relaxing as the head pushed inside her.

“Aaah,” she came at the seven-inch mark. Her hips rising off the bed, into the imaginary thrusts of a real man. She came again when the vibrating head pushed against her cervix. This time she just mewled with pleasure, her vaginal muscles squeezing and tugging on the plastic dildo, trying to pull it in past her cervix.

Dawn panted, trying to catch her breath. Her body was writhing, slight undulations rippling across her belly at the continuing vibrations coming from her plastic phallus. She sat up and reached down for the base of the penis, switching settings. She laid back down and closed her eyes.

At first, she didn’t notice and change. The vibrations continued at the lower setting. After several minutes, she detected a slight increase in the trembling cock. She slid her hands up over the soft globes of her breasts and squeezed her hard nipples. “Oh,” she gasped, the plastic cock shaking harder. Dawn was back in the booth, sucking the giant fourteen-inch cock. This time she stopped and gave the head a long lingering kiss. “Unnnhh!” The cock’s vibrations picked up speed. Dawn stood, straddling the long penis. She slid her pussy back and forth along the long shaft, bracing her hands against the wall of the small booth, she moved her head closer to the upper hole. The eye disappeared and the stranger’s tongue came through it. She opened her mouth and sucked in the black man’s tongue, teasing it with her own as her pussy slid back to the head of the cock. She pushed down the black man’s cock entering her as their tongues continued to duel. “Uh uh uh…” Dawn was panting. The KING DONG was vibrating on maximum now. She was riding the real thing now. Two large holes had appeared in the booth, strong muscular arms reaching through to grab her ass. The black man was lifting her up and down his cock now, rapidly fucking her. “Fuck fuck fuck me,” she cried, continuing to French kiss him through the hole.

“FFUUCCKK!” she gasped as the KING DONG bucked like it was ejaculating. “I’m CUMMING!” she screamed, her pussy squeezing down around the cock before her muscles pushed it halfway out of her. “No,” she cried, leaning up and pushing it back in deep, her orgasm continuing along with the leaping jerks of the plastic cock. She collapsed when the vibrator shut itself off.

“Incredible,” she muttered five minutes later, sitting up and pulling the fourteen-inch dildo out of her.

**********

Dawn Conner used her toy cock twice more that day. For her afternoon session, she pushed it in upside down and rolled over on her stomach, raising her ass as she kneeled head down on a pillow. She pictured herself in the booth again, backing into the man’s cock. His arms came through the walls again, grabbing her hips and pulling her back into his cock as he rammed it through the hole. She had three small orgasms and a giant one, that collapsed her face down on the mattress, her ass rising and falling until the vibrator shut off.

For her late afternoon session, she sat on the couch, laying on her back as she slowly pushed it inside and up to her cervix. She imagined she was sucking the cock in the booth again. This time, the cock slowly pulled back, her head following it to the hole, desperate to continue sucking it. The wall between the booth slid open. She found herself staring at the giant cock again, this time attached to the lower torso of the black man. The bobbing head approached, she kissed it, looking up at her lover. Her eyes lit up with delight when she saw Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun staring down at her. “Thank you. Thank you,” she told him, kissing his cock and sucking it back into her mouth. Ben sat down on the bench in the booth, holding his cock out for her. Dawn pushed herself up off her knees. She straddled him, taking the proffered cock, she guided it between her legs and sank down on the thick shaft. “Thank you. Thank you,” she said again, kissing him all over his face before she pressed her lips against his broad black ones. Their tongues fighting back and forth between their mouths.

Dawn moaned, tightly holding the base of the dildo, she worked it in and out of her needy pussy as fast as she could while she fantasized, she was riding Ben’s big cock in the booth. In her fantasy, she’d taken the entire thing, each time she came down, she was sitting in his lap, the tops of his huge sperm-filled balls pressing into her ass. She pushed the dildo deep when it went into ejaculation mode, crying out as she had her biggest orgasm yet.

Dawn opened her eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her face. She reached down to remove the KING DONG, crinkling her nose when she saw patches of red jelly coating it. Great, she thought.

She continued using the dildo during her period. She either laid out an old towel under her crotch or sat back on some spread-out paper towels. Her imagination kept taking her back to Ben’s Adult Books. Sometimes she was in a booth with Ben. Another time, it was the black gang member, she’d bumped into in the hall leaving the booth. “Damn girl,” he said, looking down at her. “Why ya in such a hurry?” She smiled and reached into his pants, pulling out a rapidly hardening twelve-inch cock. “I’m not,” she said, leading him back into a booth. Another time, she was kneeling in the booth. The walls were now glass and see-thru, all the black panther gang members were lining up to fuck her.

Her weirdest fantasy was a dream she had one night as her period was ending. She was in a booth again only it was the size of a small room. The walls were covered in poster-sized polaroids of black men and their huge cocks. As she kneeled naked in the center of the room, the black men all stepped out of the giant photos, massive swollen cocks hard and bobbing as they led the way towards the smiling and very willing Dawn.

She woke up, the pad in her panty was soaked with her arousal and she was relieved to see just a few spots of blood. She was so horny, she rolled over and played with Scott’s little penis until it swelled enough, she could roll over and mount him, squeezing the base of his penis, trying to make it hard enough she could get it inside her. She bounced in his lap five times before it slipped out of her just as it spat out several watery drips of semen into his pubic hair. He was sad and apologetic. She bent down and kissed him to tell him that it was alright. It wasn’t, but she’d get hers after he left.

By the end of the day and over the next week, she went back to watching her porn. This time she pretended she was the actress in the scene, even practicing sucking her dildo when the actress on screen was sucking her partner's big cock. She used her dildo as best she could in whatever position the couple on screen was in.

Two and a half weeks after Ben gave her the KING DONG, she sat back satisfied after having a large orgasm during her morning session. She took the slick plastic cock out of her and held it up, staring at her fluids coating the dark plastic. “I really owe you for this, Ben,” she said, still examining the fake cock. Ben? She thought, laying the cock between her breasts while she recovered. I owe you one last review, don’t I? she thought.

Dawn showered and dried herself off. She pulled open her underwear drawer. One of her sexier bras and panties was on the top stack of underwear on the left. The bra was blue, sheer, and pushed her breasts together creating an impressive amount of cleavage. Her nipples were visible through the fabric as was the tightly shaved blonde triangle of pubic hair through the lace front of her panty. The rear was a thong, blue fabric rising out of the well-rounded plush globes of her firm rear end, splitting into two pieces to wrap around her waist.

Dawn slipped a sleeveless yellow sundress on over her head. The short skirt stopped mid-thigh. The straps over her shoulders were just large enough to cover her bra straps. The front was low cut on her chest displaying her ample cleavage. She got a lot of male attention in this dress and deservedly so. Lastly, she slipped her feet into flip-flops, walked downstairs, grabbed her car keys, and left.

**********

Dawn also got a lot of male attention, speeding down I-95 in her convertible. Drivers passing her all turned to glance her way. Her long blonde hair waved behind her. She didn’t worry about messing her hair up, she tended to look sexy with a windblown look.

Dawn took the exit towards Overtown and pulled up in front of BBC’s Adult Books a few minutes later. She locked her expensive Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses in her glove compartment. This close to a poor black neighborhood, she made sure there was nothing of value in her car. She didn’t worry too much; she didn’t plan on being long inside the dirty bookstore. All she had to do was give Ben a final review and thank him for all he’d done for her. Maybe even hug the old black man to show her gratitude. Dawn felt her nipples hardening as she pictured herself hugging Ben Calhoun.

She froze in front of the door to his shop. Some black youths down the street were checking her out. An old Cuban man came out of Ben’s store, also freezing when he saw the beautiful blonde he’d almost bumped into. “Excuse me,” he mumbled, carrying a brown paper bag thin enough it must have contained some porn magazines. Dawn smiled at him as he stepped aside.

“Wow,” she said, staring at the door. A few months ago, she’d approached the seedy adult book store wearing an overcoat with her eyes hidden behind large lens sunglasses, trying to disguise herself and hide her figure. Now she wasn’t even sneaking in the back door. She was about to walk in the front door dressed for a night out with her husband and hadn’t given it a second thought until now.

**********

Ben was leaning over the register examining the POS report he’d just run using Windows 95. After several months, he’d changed his mind on the system. He now knew what percentages of his sales were videos, magazines, adult novelties, etc.

The bell above his door rang. He glanced at the customer to see if it looked like a robber and he’d need to lock himself behind the counter. His cock swelled at the sight of Dawn Conner. He’d expected her sooner, but better late than never. He smiled and stepped out to greet her. She smiled back. “Nice to see you, Mrs. Conner.”

“You too Ben,” she smiled back, glancing around the store to make sure they were alone. She turned her attention back to him as he stepped down from the raised counter onto the sales floor. Her eyes fell on his crotch, widening at the sight of the large tubular bulge running down his pant leg. He was wearing a blue and white tracksuit with no underwear. His cock was tenting out the front, trying to rise, and creating an impressive tubular bulge. The last time he’d seen her she’d been jerking off his cock through the glory hole. Thinking about looking down at her through the eye-level hole didn’t help reduce the swelling.

Dawn quickly turned her eyes away, glancing at the hall to the booths. They lingered longingly on the hall, remembering the first time she’d seen and held a real big black cock. She pulled her gaze away, surreptitiously looking at his crotch again, smiling as she looked back up to his face. “So, I guess you’re here to give me that final review.”

“Yes, and to thank you,” she said. “I was so frustrated, I thought I might go crazy. Now I feel… like a woman.”

“Well, you look great,” he said, glancing down her dress to her cute little feet and back up. Her nipples were noticeably more prominent through her top as he raised his gaze back to her face. “You shouldn’t hide a body that great under a big overcoat.” Her nipples swelled even more. “Or hide your beautiful face and eyes behind big sunglasses.”

Dawn blushed. “Thanks.” She looked around. “No offense, but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me going into a sleaz… an adult bookstore.”

Ben smirked. “You’re not the first woman to come in here trying to disguise herself, nor will you be the last.” He ran his eyes down her body again. “But this is much better.” Damn, she had some big hard nipples. “So, you enjoying the KING DONG?”

Dawn blushed again. “Yes, it’s perfect.”

“So, you’d recommend it?”

“GOD YES!” Dawn blushed again. “Absolutely,” she said more softly.

Ben chuckled. “On a scale of one to ten?”

“Fourteen,” she replied. They both laughed. “Seriously. I think every woman should try it. It’s better than Scott ever was back before he started having difficulties. The vibration settings are a big plus too.”

“Were you ever able to take it all?”

“No. I don’t think it’s possible.”

“It’s possible. You’ve seen the actresses in the movie take really big ones.” She didn’t answer, but frowned in thought, one eyebrow arched. “You need resizing. You gotta train yo pussy to take it. Usually, the vibrations will open you up, but some women…” Ben shrugged.

“I guess I’m some women then,” she replied. “And I’m certainly not a porn star.”

“Shame,” said Ben.

“That I’m not a porn star?”

“Shame that you’re not experiencing the full power of the KING DONG,” said Ben. “And that you’re not a porn star.”

She laughed before glancing around the store, looking towards the video section. “I guess that’s it then.” She kept staring at the videos. “I should be going.”

“Interested in another movie?”

“I could use a new one,” she said. “Could you recommend another? One like the last one.”

“Of course, Mrs. Conner,” said Ben. He walked over to the row of movies and pulled one out. “How about this?”

Dawn took the cassette. Her face turned redder with embarrassment. A big-breasted blonde woman was holding her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp as she stared down at her hand gripping an enormous bulge under a black man’s silk boxers. All blondes, all big black cocks, read one header. She flipped it around, looking at the screen shots on the back. She slowly nodded. “This will do,” she said, hoarsely.

“I’m sure she’ll love it,” said Ben.

Dawn looked up. “Who?”

“Your friend Jane Smith.”

Dawn grinned wryly. “I’m sure she will.” She looked at the price tag. “Forty dollars?”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Ben.

“No, let me pay. You’ve done enough for me already.”

Ben shrugged and walked back behind the counter. He accepted her money and rang her up, slipping the movie into a brown paper bag.”

“Thanks again, Ben. For everything. It’s been rewarding.” Her eye turned towards the booths again.

“Want some tokens?”

Dawn jumped a little. “Uh, no thanks. I have to get going.” Dawn took her bag, smiling at Ben and nodding.

“Wait, Mrs. Conner.” She stopped and turned, her eyebrows up inquiringly.  “Wanna try something better?”

Dawn looked perplexed. Her eyes glanced at the row of sex toys. There was nothing above the KING DONG. “Like what?”

“I’d have to show it to you in the stock room.”

“Seriously Ben. What’s back there, a fifteen or sixteen-inch dildo? I couldn’t even take the foot-long dildo.”

“You gotta trust me. It’s better, a lot better.” He stepped down from the counter again, strolling past her to the front door. Ben flipped the latch and turned the sign around to read closed. “After you,” he gestured towards the back door. She headed towards it, Ben following.  He stopped at the counter and flipped a switch, starting the cameras he had hidden in the stock room. “I’m doing you a big favor here, helping with your resizing problem.” Ben unzipped the front of his tracksuit, dropping the jacket behind him.

“Ben, you’ve done enough for me?” she asked, opening the door to the stock room. Dawn looked around.  

“Head over to the mattress,” said Ben, slipping off his loafers. “I want to do more, Dawn. I want you to experience the true power of a big black cock.” He bent, slipping the pants down to his knees just as Dawn reached the dirty stained mattress and turned around.

“BEN!” She cried, staring at the shirtless black man bent over. “What are you…” He stood, her eyes staring at his nearly fully erect cock, now bobbing in front of him. “JESUS!” Her eyes widened as she stared at it in disbelief.

Ben stepped out of his pants. Naked, he walked towards her, giant cock dipping up and down before him. Her eyes stared at his shaft, hypnotized by its enormity. “If you wanna try something better than the KING DONG? This is it. The real thing. A real live big black cock and it’s all yours Dawn.” Ben was towering over her now. He reached down and grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft.

“All mine,” she whispered, staring at her hand on the shaft. It felt familiar. It looked familiar. Her hand slid down to his pubes and back up over the veins and ridges, her index finger catching the flare of the head. He was fully erect now, his cock a swollen fourteen inches, so thick there was a gap between her fingers where she was gripping it. “I’ve done this before.”

“Yes, Dawn. You’ve held my cock before.”

“You were the man in the booth?”

“Yes.”

She slid her hand up and down, the urethra was open, spitting precum. “I don’t believe it.”

“Maybe you need a closer look, Mrs. Conner.” Ben placed his strong hands on her shoulders and pushed down. Dawn didn’t even resist. She stepped back onto the mattress and kneeled before Ben, her eyes and hand never leaving his cock.

**********

Dawn still didn’t believe it. Ben’s black cock’s resemblance to the KING DONG was uncanny. It was like the blue fairy from Pinocchio had brought the hard plastic dildo to life. This cock felt warm and alive. She could feel his pulse throbbing through the large veins crisscrossing the shaft.

“God Ben,” she whispered, looking up from his cock, her eyes running up his nude body. The old black man looked great nude. He was fit with well-developed muscles, very masculine and dominant. He had a bit of a gut, but his belly was also hard and muscular like a wrestler. “I like your cock, mister,” she told him, repeating what she’d told him in the booth.

“It likes you, gurl,” he said, cockily grinning down at her. He reached down and laid his hand on her head, pulling her face closer to the end of her cock.

Dawn stared at the large head of Ben’s cock. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, hoarsely.

Ben snorted. “What you’re supposed to do.”

Dawn looked up at him, leaning forward. She placed her lips against the end of his cock. She opened her mouth further and started sucking the tip of Ben’s big black cock. This was what she was supposed to do. In every scene of every porno she’d watched, the actress kneeled before a big black cock and took it in her mouth. Dawn stretched her jaw, the head pushing past her uvula. She bobbed her head over the end, both hands holding the shaft and jerking him off.

“That’s it Dawn, suck that black cock,” groaned Ben. He grabbed her head again, trying to make her go faster and take more down her throat.

Dawn relaxed her throat, several more inches sliding deeper down her throat. It wasn’t easy sucking something so thick, but the memory of how good his seed had tasted spurred her on. She hadn’t expected it to taste that good. She found herself licking her lips whenever she thought about Ben’s huge cock shooting his cum all over her in the booth and she thought about it a lot. She moaned contentedly, sucking at least half Ben’s cock in her mouth.

“You think that’s good, wait until you feel it stretching out that white pussy.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned at the thought but came to her senses. Dawn pulled back until his cock left her mouth. She held it above her head, jerking it off. “We can’t fuck. I love my husband. I just want to suck you. Taste your sperm again.” Her tongue came out to lick her lips. Ben grunted in response.

She was jerking him off above her face, holding his shaft up. The veins under his thick pipe perfectly matching the KING DONG. Dangling at the base of the shaft was one thing her dildo didn’t have, a pair of absolutely gigantic testicles. To say they resembled two large grapefruits would have been an exaggeration, but not by much. No wonder he came so much, she thought, releasing one hand from his shaft to heft one of his heavy nuts. One weighty ball filled her palm. She went back to jerking him off with both hands. “It’s so big, Ben,” she said, pulling the shaft back down to her mouth. “It looks just like the KING DONG.” She opened her mouth and started sucking on the head again.

Ben chuckled. “Gurl, that’s the original KING DONG.” She didn’t stop sucking his cock, but her eyes flickered up to look at him. “The KING DONG’s made from a mold of my cock. Cost me a pretty penny, but I’ve made a fortune off it.” He grabbed her head and pulled her forwards into his cock. Dawn snorted, breathing out on his shaft. Two-thirds of the huge black cock was forcing its way in and out of her throat. His pubes were only four or so inches from her nose now. Ben’s cock flexed and she braced for him to shove it even deeper, but instead, he pulled back, until his cock sprang free of her lips. She gasped for air.

Ben bent down and pulled her to her feet. “Don’t want to get this cute little outfit stained.” He reached down to the hem of her little yellow sundress and pulled her skirt up over her ass, past her waist. Dawn raised her hands and he pulled it over her head. He bunched her dress up and tossed it away from them on the floor. “Fuck Dawn,” he growled, taking in her tight figure in the sheer blue bra and panty. He pushed her back down.  He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it down towards her lips.

Dawn started sucking him again. Her throat felt stretched out and sore. She kept her efforts to just sucking and licking around the head while both her hands jerked off the rest of his cock. The gaps between her thumbs and index fingers widened as Ben’s cock expanded. She stretched her mouth open wider as his cock head inflated, the flare on the crown flickered back and forth through her lips, barely missing being scraped by her teeth. Dawn braced herself knowing what was coming.

His cock jerked back like a shotgun firing. A hot wad of his thick voluminous seed immediately filled her mouth. She gagged, cum dribbling down her chin and shooting out the sides of her mouth. She gulped what she could. Her cheeks expanded, more cum squirting out around her lips. She swallowed again. “Mmmm,” she moaned when the taste of his semen finally registered in her brain. It was like a craving was finally being satisfied, a craving she’d had since… since the last time she’d tasted his seed several weeks before. She was in control now, lips wrapped just behind the crown of his cock, her hands doing all the work. She swallowed several more mouthfuls. His cum was so good, so rich, and thick as pudding, but salty, not sweet like pudding.

A muscle beneath his cock near the base kept throbbing, making his cock jerk and spit semen in her mouth. She pulled her lips back a little, pursing them around the tip of his cock, so that the less powerful blasts of cum shot right across her tongue. His semen quit shooting out but continued dribbling out of the urethra and on her tongue. She licked it up and around the tip, her pursed lips puckering and kissing the tip before she pulled back, looking up at the black man in awe and releasing his shaft. He was finally done cumming.

Or so she thought.

The second her hands released it, his cock reared up, shooting out a strand of sperm that fell on her nose down to the bra’s hook between her breasts. It jerked twice more shooting cum on her bra just over her left nipple, and the final wad spitting out, but not quite reaching her. His semen fell to the mattress between her legs, adding a fresh stain to the dozens of old ones.

His cock remained swollen and hard after cumming. Its head bobbing slightly a foot from her nose. Her gaze followed it when Ben turned. He quickly retrieved a roll of paper towels and handed it to her. Dawn tore off some, wiping her face and the semen off her bra. A large thick wad was sliding down her stomach and into her belly button just as she wiped it up. When she finished there were three wads of wet paper towels beside the roll. She felt embarrassed and looked up, gasping to see his cock still bobbing before her face. “How is it still hard?”

Ben laughed. “I told you it likes you, gurl. Now sit back.”

Dawn quit kneeling and sat back on her rear end. Ben squatted and kneeled. He reached out for her crotch and she thought he was going to finger her, but his fingers dug into the top of her sheer blue panty and yanked them. The front came down exposing her blonde pubes and the soaking wet slit between her legs. The end of her thong caught above her rear, stretching out and ruining her sexiest pair of panties. He yanked again, making her gasp as the thong spread her pussy lips apart and slid down between them. He pulled the rest of her panty down her thighs, and off over her feet.

Her pussy quivered with lust as she watched him toss her panty away. It was such a masculine animalistic act to have her underwear ripped off her. She willingly opened her legs for Ben and He lifted one knee, his hypnotically bobbing cock now aimed between her legs. “Wait,” she said, coming to her senses. “We can’t have sex. I’m married.”

“Fine,” he grunted. “But you gotta let me resize you.” He grabbed the base of his shaft and smacked his cock down on her blonde pubic hairs. “Just so you can take all the KING DONG.”

“What’s that mean?” she asked, staring down at the giant shaft with fear, but also lust and awe of Ben’s mighty black shaft.

“I need to put it inside you and work it till I’m balls deep.”

Dawn gulped staring at it but shook her head. “You can’t put it in me.”

He snorted. “In a way, it’s already been in you.”

Dawn thought of all the times she’d used the KING DONG in the last two weeks and all the times it had made her cum. He wasn’t wrong, but the real thing was a lot more dangerous than a plastic mold.

“We won’t fuck or nuthin,” he said while pushing her thighs up, so her legs were spread open for him and putting her pussy on full display. She blushed feeling her arousal coating her lower lips and leaking down the crack of her ass. Ben grabbed the base of his shaft and pushed it down, the bottom of the head pressing down between her labia.

“Okay, but don’t hurt me.” She raised her head, looking down at the giant black cock. “Wait!” she cried, staring at the angry purplish-black head of his cock pressing down between her legs. “You need a condom!”

“I don’t have one and I can’t resize you with a condom on.” Her pussy lips were spreading open around his cock head now.

“Ben, it’s a bad time for me and it’s still dribbling sperm.” She stared down at the head. It was still drooling sperm. Her clit was swollen, distended, and covered with his semen. Most of the urethra was pushed down inside her, a white puddle of sperm now between her pussy lips.

“That little bit’s nothing to worry about,” said Ben. “It’ll help with your resizing.” He pushed down on the shaft of his cock.

Dawn gasped, staring down as the long head of Ben’s cock disappeared between her pussy lips. His entry felt both familiar and different. She whimpered, lifting her ass into the source of her penetration, her legs spreading wider. He slowly worked his cock, pulling back and pushing more in with each thrust. “Mmmm,” she sighed, still lifting her pelvis into his thrusts. “Can’t fuck,” she moaned.

“Just workin’ it deeper, baby.” Ben slid about a third of his cock in and out. Each time he pulled back the wetness coating the end of his cock traveled a little farther down his shaft until half of his cock was slick from her arousal. “Getting there,” he muttered, staring down at his cock smoothly gliding deeper, her arousal now coating two-thirds of his cock.

“It feels like we’re fucking.”

“Feels good though.”

“Feels great,” she moaned the rising and falling of her hips, helping his cock probe deeper.

Ben quit holding her thighs but leaned forward so she was still spread open. His hands reached down between her breasts and unhooked her bra. The cups practically flew off to the sides. Dawn sighed as her breasts were freed from confinement. Her nipples were fully prominent and scraping against her bra. “Damn, you got some great titties,” he growled.

“Thanks,” she said, her engorged nipples throbbing under his gaze. Ben leaned back, lifting her rear off the mattress by cupping his arms under her knees. He resumed his slow pistoning in and out of her. “OW!” she jerked slightly when the head of his cock pushed against her cervix. He was now as deep as any of her dildoes had made it.

“Knock knock,” said Ben, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix.

“Ooohhh,” she moaned, humping her hips up into his cock, wanting him deeper even though she’d taken as much as she could. He was flexing his cock sending vibrations throughout her pussy and bringing her close to an orgasm. The tip of his cock was rubbing along the opening to her uterus. “Yyess,” she writhed on the stained mattress, her belly undulating down towards where he was penetrating her. Her hips were moving quickly humping into his cock. “What are you doing to me?” she gasped with pleasure.

“Coating your cervix with my seminal fluid.”

“Why?” she groaned.

“To soften it up,” he said, sitting up on his knees and lifting her ass higher. “So I can do this.” He pushed his cock hard against her cervix.

Dawn winced slightly, but the initial pain quickly disappeared as his cock slid through. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “OH MY GOD! OHMYGOD!” She felt his thighs press against her, his heavy balls swinging forward to slap her ass.

“Balls deep, baby,” he grunted. “Consider yourself resized.”

“AAAHHH!” she screamed as her pussy exploded around the entirety of Ben’s cock. He flexed his cock a couple of times prolonging her orgasm. “No,” she whimpered as his cock pulled back to the point the flare of his glans slid over her clit. It shot forward burying itself again. “YYEESS!” she cried, another giant orgasm exploding from her womb before the previous one had even finished. He pulled back, slamming his cock forward again. “SOGOOD!” Dawn’s pussy tightly clamped down around his shaft, but couldn’t stop him from pulling back and slamming his cock forward again. “Stop,” she gasped. “Stop.”

Ben held his cock deep but didn’t quite listen to her. Instead, he only worked about four inches of his cock in and out, letting his glans slide back and forth through her cervix.

“Mmmh,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Can’t fuck,” she gasped, her hips still bucking up into the gentle thrusts of his cock. Dawn was acting like a bitch in heat for Ben’s big cock. Her hands pushed her breasts back together, fingers tugging on her nipples like she was jerking them off. “Yes,” she cried, humping his cock faster. “Can’t fuck.”

“Just making sure your resizing takes,” he grunted. “This ain’t fucking.”

“Oh god,” she cried, moving her head from side to side as she lost control. Another orgasm was building. The previous two Ben had given her had been the biggest she’d had yet. She wanted this other one to happen before he stopped moving it. “Fuck Ben. Fuck. If this ain’t fucking, I don’t know what is.”

“OH!” said Ben, sitting up straight and lining his cock up with her pussy. “This is fucking.”

“AAAAHHH!” Dawn raised her head, mouth open, staring at Ben in awe as he started power thrusting his huge cock in and out of her. “Yes! Fucking,” she gasped. “FUCKING!” she screamed. “Fucking me. Fuckin me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!!!” Dawn quit playing with her tits and placed her hands down on the mattress in an attempt to hold her up. Ben had lifted her entire lower half off the mattress as his monster cock hammered her pussy into submission. “AAAHHH!” She came again. “Fuck me, Ben. Cumming! Black cock so good. Love black cock. So good. Cum. Cum. CCUUMMIINNGG!”

“Me too,” he grunted, slamming his cock forward, and bellowing.

Dawn was in the throes of a powerful orgasm when the first spurt of his seed splattered all over the back of her womb. There was more fertile sperm in that first discharge of semen than her husband had ejaculated in his entire life. Her mind couldn’t even register the danger, only the intense pleasure exploding outwards in warm waves from her womb. The intensity of her orgasm doubled as he seeded her and only grew with each subsequent release of wads each containing tens of millions of sperm inside her.

Dawn couldn’t do anything, but moan as she came. Fortunately, Ben seemed to come to his senses after discharging over a half dozen wads of ejaculate into her. He slowly started to pull his cock out, her vagina fighting him the whole way. Her pussy muscles tightly squeezing his shaft, contracting inwards, milking more discharges of his seed into her. She moaned in displeasure when his cock cleared the entrance to her pussy, springing up and showing that she hadn’t completely drained his balls. His cock spat out three long strands of sperm that covered her body from her chin to her belly button.

Ben sighed and lowered her ass back to the mattress.

“Oh,” Dawn moaned, staring up at the ceiling. Her hips still lifting into imaginary thrusts of his cock. “Mmmmh. So good.” Her hands ran all down her body. She raised her head to see what they were doing. She was rubbing his cum into her skin, smearing it over her belly and breasts. She shuddered, collapsing into the dirty mattress. “Asshole,” she whimpered.

“What was that for?” asked Ben.

“You came in me,” she complained. “A lot!”

Ben chuckled. “That’s how sex usually ends.”

“But…” She stopped and thought about it. He was supposed to pull out and cum on her tits and in her mouth. That was how… That was how they did it in all the porn scenes she’d watched. Now all she could think about was that she may have been impregnated by an old black man that owned a pornography store. And if he had… It would still be worth it. That had been sex like she’d read about in Cosmo or romance novels and her insemination had made it all the more intense. “Help me up?” she asked, holding her arm up.

Ben stood and reached down, pulling her to her feet. Dawn stared down, half expecting his cock to still be rock hard and sticking straight out, but he’d gone soft. Of course, Ben’s cock’s version of soft was that it was still as thick and as long as it got when hard only it was now hanging down and still dribbling even more semen onto the floor beside the mattress.

“Bathroom?” she asked. Ben nodded towards a door near the exit to the alley. Dawn waddled towards it; her hand cupped between her legs to catch the constant flow of leaking semen. She froze, crinkling her nose when she pushed the bathroom door open. The bathroom was filthy and the toilet bowl looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years. There was a pile of dirty magazines piled up beside the toilet. To be fair, this was exactly what she would have expected a bathroom in an adult bookstore to look like, but she’d never expected to be using one. “Yech,” she grunted, turning and sitting on the dirty seat. At least it had been up and didn’t have pee all over it.

Dawn spent fifteen minutes leaning forwards and trying to force as much of his semen out of her as possible. She did get a lot. She could hear it dribbling into the toilet water between her legs. When that finally stopped, her womb still felt bloated with semen. She pushed on her abdomen and a fresh trickle of semen splattered into the water.

A roll of brown paper towels was sitting on the back of the toilet. She ripped some sheets off and ran them under the sink faucet to get them nice and wet. She spent another fifteen minutes wiping down her breasts and stomach before wiping her face. “Good enough,” she whispered at her reflection in the dirty mirror. She wasn’t going to actually feel clean until she got home and showered.

Dawn slipped out of the bathroom, heading to her clothes planning on getting dressed. She was surprised to see Ben waiting for her, laying on his back on the mattress. His arms were behind his head, eyes closed. His plump cock was laying over one powerful-looking thigh, facing her. “What are you still doing here?”

Ben opened his eyes and turned his head. “I work here,” he said, sitting up.

Men, she thought, sighing. “I know. I mean why aren’t you dressed? Don’t you need to open your store back up?”

“I’m not done with you yet, Dawn.” Ben climbed to his feet and waved her closer.

She approached, glancing at his cock. It wasn’t dangling anymore and had risen slightly. Ben took her in his arms and pulled her tightly into his body. She raised her head into his lips as he kissed her passionately. His hands came down, squeezing the firm globes of her ass as their tongues danced together. Her nipples hardened, poking into his chest even as his cock started pressing hard against her stomach, the tip pushing against her thighs and pubic mound. He broke the kiss, pulling back. Her eyes stayed closed, her head following his with her lips still parted, not wanting their kiss to end. Dawn opened her eyes. She looked down. His cock had risen, sticking straight out now, the head pressing against her navel. “Wow,” she said, her hand rising to cup the underside of his shaft, slowly sliding along it. “What a man you are, Ben,” she stated. “I can’t believe I took all this monster.” She quit caressing it, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft, she started stroking it.

“Your body was built for big black cock, Dawn.” Ben reached out and grabbed her arms. She looked up at him. Ben spun her around and pushed her forwards until she stepped onto the mattress. His hands slid up her arms to her shoulder, pushing down. Dawn fell to her knees and then onto all fours as Ben kneeled behind her. “Your little white boy, never gonna satisfy you again.”

Dawn shuddered. Her little white boy had never satisfied her in the first place. His cock head pressed hard between her pussy lips, spreading her open as he began to enter her again. She leaned forward, his cock almost exiting her pussy. “Promise me you’ll pull out this time.”

“Sure baby,” he agreed. “If that’s what you really want.”

“It is,” she stated, pushing back into his cock. He pushed forward, spearing her deeper. “Just don’t cum in me again…” Dawn moaned, her lust for his cock renewing fast. “Even if I tell you to.” Her mind pictured his cock spurting inside her again. “Aaaah!” she gasped, cumming around the end of his cock. He worked it deeper, eventually grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back into the thrusts of his cock. There was a moment’s resistance, but Ben just thrust harder, his cock pushing into her womb again. “GAWD!” she cried, cumming again as he fully penetrated her. Ben held her tight against his crotch until she came down from her orgasm.

“Told ya, you were built for big black cock,” grunted Ben, chuckling.

“It’s true,” she moaned, her pussy still quivering around every square inch of his shaft. “I love your big black cock, Ben.”

“Better than that limp-dicked little white boy you married?” Ben started pushing and pulling on her hips, fucking her steadily his heavy balls slamming into her thighs.

“Oh,” she moaned, not wanting to betray her husband, but Ben seemed to get off on it.

“Whose cock?” He slammed his cock forward as he pulled her ass back into his thrusts.

“Your cock,” she screamed. “YOUR COCK! OHGOD! OHGOD! Your cock’s better. Fuck me.” She’d been trying to brace herself against his hard thrusts, but her arm strength gave out. Dawn’s head fell to the mattress, ass up to me Ben’s thrusting cock as he fucked her into submission. “Fuck your cock’s so much better than my husband’s.”

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You do Ben” she whimpered into the stained smelly mattress. “You do. Your pussy. Fuck your pussy. Oh god, I’m cumming again!” Ben surprised her again. He moved his right hand to squeeze her ass cheek. Just as her orgasm broke, his thumb pushed hard against her anus. Her tightly puckered little rosebud opened up for his large thumb, pushing inside. She couldn’t jerk away from this intrusion, but instead of being unpleasant, her rectum clenched down around his thumb even as her pussy exploded around his cock.

Her cum squirted out around their conjoined crotches, splattering against his black pubes and abdomen, dripping down his balls. Ben fucked her through her orgasm and a few more. His thrusts were a hard steady shafting, even as he worked his thumb in and out of her ass. Dawn’s world became nothing but big black cock and orgasms. “Oh,” she moaned, engulfed in waves of pleasure. “Fuck me. You fuck me so good. So good. Cumming… cum… cum in me. Cum in me, Ben. Seed me again.” She t ground her ass against his cock each time he thrust forward, desperately wanting to feel his cum spraying inside her again. Dawn drew on the last vestiges of her strength. She pushed herself back up, fucking him back as fast as he was fucking her. Her pussy squeezed his cock, contracting inwards around his shaft, helping to coax his cum out. “Oohh, Ben. Give me your cum. I want it. Seed your pussy. Seed me.”

“You want it, you got it, babe,” he grunted. Ben slammed his cock forwards, pushing his thumb in her ass past the knuckle to the final joint. His first wad exploding into her womb.

“YYEESS!” screamed Dawn. Ben’s spurting cock quickly filled her uterus, triggering her own orgasm. Pleasure erupted from her womb like a chain of firecrackers. Each time his cock jerked, spitting out another torrent of seed, the next firecracker detonated another wave of pleasure. She collapsed back down on the mattress, her head resting on her folded arms. “Yes,” she hissed, still cumming. Ben worked his cock around letting his contractions and her tight pussy milk out the last of his seed. “Yes,” she said again, a smile spreading across her lips, the warmth emanating from her womb felt good. He pulled half his cock out, his thumb slowly following it until both cleared their respective holes. “No,” she whined missing them.

Ben pushed himself up. He stumbled. Their session had drained his strength as much as it had hers. He walked towards a desk in one corner and collapsed into the chair.

Dawn remained on the mattress, head down, ass up for a good ten minutes. Even though her vagina was angled up, his semen was flowing out of it, coating her pubes and dripping down to add more stains to the mattress. The mattress was covered with so many stains, she found herself wondering how many times had he done this? And with how many women? Dozens? Hundreds?

Dawn finally pushed herself to her feet and waddled back towards the nasty bathroom. She spent another half hour cleaning herself up and trying to get as much of Ben’s semen out of her as possible. When she opened the door, she half expected Ben to be waiting for her, cock erect, but he was dressed and gone. The door to the store was partially open and she could hear voices. The store was open again. She snuck past the open gap in the door and grabbed her underwear.

“Great,” she muttered, trying to pull the thong up. The fabric that covered her pubic mound and the thong were stretched out and hung down between her thighs. The band around her waist wasn’t much better and kept slipping down over her hips. She gave up and tossed it in the waste basket beside his desk. Her bra followed her panty. It wasn’t stretched out, but the cups were stained with gooey liquified semen. Plus, it was a matching set to her panty. Both were ruined now. Dawn settled for pulling her sundress on over her head.

She peeked out through the gap in the door. The store had a small crowd. There was a white man in a suit browsing the magazines. She also saw two black youths that looked like gangbangers and barely old enough to be allowed in a porn store. She turned her gaze towards the counter. Ben was dropping some tokens in another white man’s hand. Her nipples hardened as her eyes fell on the black man that had just given her the best sex of her life. Without a bra, they rubbed the front of her dress, driving her crazy and sending tingles down to her pussy. Completely exhausted and sexually satisfied, she would have willingly fucked Ben again if he had been waiting for her, but even he must have limits.

Dawn shuddered at the thought of Ben inseminating her again. It was too dangerous and too risky to come back. Neither of them could control themselves apparently. She was done with all this. Her pussy was resized and she could get all the total satisfaction she needed from her KING DONG. She should at least go tell Ben goodbye, but maybe it was better this way. She closed the door and left BBC’s Adult Books by the back door to the alley.

This time for good.

**********

Despite her best efforts in the bathroom, Ben’s semen leaked out of her pussy the whole drive home. She ended up lifting her hips at a stoplight and pulling her dress up to her waist to keep that from getting ruined. She drove the rest of the way home with her crotch on full display. Luckily, no truck drivers passed her on I-95. She used some tissues to wipe the pool of semen on her driver’s seat.

A hot shower wiped away all the dirt and dried semen still covering her body. She’d felt dirty just using the store’s bathroom and she’d put her face on that nasty mattress while Ben fucked her.

While Ben fucked her!

Dawn closed her eyes, soaping up her breasts, pinching and tugging on her aching nipples, picturing her first fuck with Ben. One hand was between her legs, a finger sliding along her slit when she pictured their second fuck. Ben was there in the shower with her, fucking her from behind as she braced herself against the glass enclosure. Afterward, she kneeled, pumping out the last of one of his mighty loads into her hungry mouth. Thinking about him made her horny.

And she had something to satisfy that horniness.

Dawn left her bathroom, hair still wet and quickly pulled out the KING DONG from its hiding place in her dresser. She only had an hour until Scott got home so she needed to hurry. She laid down on the bed and held the dildo up, examining this perfect replica of Ben’s cock. The KING DONG was a stupid name for Ben’s cock, she thought. She laughed. “From now on, your name is BIG BEN. Got it?” She turned it on fast vibrate and made her dildo nod agreement before switching it back off. “Good. Now get to work, BIG BEN.”

Dawn lowered BIG BEN down to her pussy. She spread her legs, smiling with satisfaction as he slipped inside her. She worked the base around pushing him deeper and deeper, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. She met slight resistance at 11”, lifting the base and angling the head slightly down, she pushed, the resistance yielding to the hard plastic cock. “Aaaahhh!” she moaned, thrashing from a small orgasm as she took Big Ben in its entirety. “Wow,” she gasped. The dildo felt better than ever.

She had been resized!

Dawn reached down between her legs, easily finding the switch on the back, she set it on the mix setting, the dildo starting to vibrate. “Yes,” she sighed. This was good. Real good. But the real thing was better. She opened her eyes, missing the sight of the powerful black man raising her ass off the bed as he slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. She missed the contrasts of their skins, the grunts that came from Ben’s throat. Mostly, she missed the rapid thrusts of his cock.

Dawn closed her eyes, pretending Ben was there. Her memory of their encounter in his stockroom would fuel her fantasies for some time. She didn’t need to watch a movie. Fuck, she’d left her new movie in Ben’s store. “Fuck me, Ben,” she moaned, closing her eyes. She thrashed her head from side to side as the dildo began vibrating faster. “Your pussy. Fuck your pussy.” Dawn’s throat made purring sounds which turned to whimpers. “Cum. Want your cum.” She squeezed the ends of her breasts pulling on her hard nipples. “Cum. Gonna cum, Ben.” The dildo’s vibrations grew even more intense. It started bucking, simulating ejaculation. “SEED ME!” Dawn, screamed, cumming hard.

Only there was no explosion of a man’s hot fertile seed into her womb.

Something else the dildo lacked. Ben was right about the real thing being better. Her orgasm was big. The biggest she’d had with the dildo, now that she could take the whole thing. But Big Ben wasn’t Ben big. The two times he’d ejaculated inside her had been mind-blowingly good.

“That’s how sex usually ends,” he’d said.

Dawn laid on the bed gasping. The dildo quit vibrating after reaching its final setting. Even though she’d missed it, the dildo not being able to ejaculate was a good thing. Safer than being with Ben. Her dildo couldn’t get her pregnant without any fertile sperm.

Or could it?.

Dawn reached down for the base and slowly pulled Big Ben out of her. She raised it above her stomach, staring at the black plastic shaft in shock. The tip of the dildo down to about five inches was covered in pudding thick semen. It slowly ran down the shaft until it covered about half the fourteen-inch dildo. A large glob of cum dripped off the head and into her navel. “What the hell?” she muttered, one hand coming down to scoop the wad out of her belly button. She raised her finger to her mouth and licked it. “It was cum! It tasted like Ben’s cum! And it was still hot! “What the fuck,” she said, bringing the black dildo towards her face, she licked around the crown, tasting Ben’s sperm again.

Dawn lowered her hand to her lower stomach just over her womb. She’d thought she’d pushed all of his semen out of her but now realized there were ounces of his semen trapped inside her uterus. His fertile sperm could be swimming inside her for days. She’d read somewhere that sperm can stay alive for up to five days. If Ben hadn’t gotten her pregnant yet, he might still days from now if she started ovulating. Hell, she’d also read those female orgasms increased the chance of pregnancy. Cumming all over her fucking dildo might just have helped her get pregnant. “Bad boy Ben,” she told her dildo, moving it left to right like it was shaking its head no.

**********

The next morning, Dawn used her dildo just after Scott left for work. She withdrew it after her climax and was dismayed to find the plastic head still covered in Ben’s semen. There were still some spots on the head after her second session that day. The following day the only fluids she could find covering Big Ben were her own.

Five days after her encounter with Ben, she woke up from a dream where she was back on the dirty mattress riding Ben’s cock, cumming over every inch of his shaft while he fertilized her womb with another voluminous load of his hot seed. Dawn moaned, pumping her hips up and down into her imaginary lover’s cock. She rolled to her side and reached out. Her hand slipping down Scott’s stomach and under his pajama pants. She fondled his little penis, tugging on it, trying to make it hard. It did swell a little but remained floppy under her administrations. She sighed her disappointment and withdrew her hand.

“Sorry,” he said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. He looked as disappointed as she was. He slipped out of bed and went to take his shower. Scott came back and dressed for work. “You know Dawn,” he said.

“Uh-huh.” She stretched under the covers.

“Maybe you should…” He paused. “Maybe you…” He looked heartbroken.

“What is it, honey?” She sat up in bed, worried.

“Maybe you should get a dildo,” he finally said.

“HA!”

“What?”

“Uh, nothing. You just looked so upset, I’m relieved that’s all you were trying to tell me.”

“Well, it’s not an easy thing for a man to admit he can’t please his wife. Maybe if I went off my meds?”

“NO!” Dawn slipped out of bed. She was wearing a sheer nighty and a panty. Part of the nighty had gotten shoved into her panty. She pulled it out and straightened it. “We can’t risk you having a heart attack.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Remember what happened to your father?”

“I know. I know. It’s just not right. Especially at my age. I should have a huge erection just looking at my sexy wife in that nighty.”

“It’s okay, honey.” She hugged him closer. You’ve never had a huge erection, she thought. She kissed him on the lips before separating. “I don’t need a sex toy.”

“Think about it. I could use it on you?”

“Hmmm,” she raised her eyebrows as if considering it. “I’ll think about it.” She wondered how his ego would handle seeing Big Ben?

Scott left and she went to take her shower. Nude she walked to her drawer opened it and pulled out Big Ben. She put it back in the drawer. This wasn’t what she wanted today. She wanted something better. She wanted the real thing, the real Big Ben.

Dawn pulled on one of her sexier bra and panty combos. The set was black and lacy. The panty was low cut, sweeping down almost to the tops of her pubic hair. The bra was also low cut, covering the outsides of her breasts and squeezing them together. They went well with her top. A black low-cut crop top that displayed a lot of cleavage. The open bottom of the top was triangular, the apex being just under the front hook of her bra so that most of her flat tummy was on display. She pulled on a denim skirt before slipping her bare feet into some denim-colored canvas shoes.

It was a sexy outfit that turned heads. Too sexy for a seedy adult bookstore, but she doubted Ben would be capable of turning her down after seeing her in it. She snickered at the thought that the old black man would have even considered turning down another shot at this. She turned around before the mirror. Not a chance, she thought, smiling at her reflection.

Dawn looked so good, even the clerk’s hands at the drug store were shaking when he rang her up. He appeared to be straining not to stare at her cleavage. She thanked the man and checked her purchase when she slipped into her car. The condoms were XXL, the biggest she could find, but they would barely cover half of Ben’s huge cock. Maybe less considering that his girth might strain the latex to the max. Hopefully, the fit would be so tight she wouldn’t have to fear the rubber slipping off and getting trapped in her cervix? She stared doubtfully at the image on the box. The tiny receptacle on the tip wouldn’t be able to cope with the volume of semen Ben’s balls produced. Hell, Ben’s cum would fill the entire condom up with semen until it was the size of a grapefruit. Just thinking about Ben was making her hornier than ever. Despite her misgivings about the condom, it wasn’t a deal-breaker.

Unfortunately, Ben’s store was rather busy when she walked in. There was a small group of white guys in their twenties sifting through videos as well as a few businessmen, and even a young black man tacking a polaroid of his dick up on the Bull Pen. He didn’t notice her, but every other man in the store looked at her and stared. She ignored them. The door to the stockroom was open and she could see Abu pricing some glossy porn magazines. Ben was behind the counter, the security door open. He looked up, a smile spreading across his face. “Hello Mrs. Smith, what can I do for you?” he asked, one corner of his mouth slowly curling up in a smirk. He knew exactly what he could do for her.

“Hi Ben,” she said, her nipples turning fully hard just looking at him. “I forgot the video I purchased last time I was here.”

“Yep,” he replied. “I got it here behind the counter.” He retrieved the video tape and slipped it into a brown paper bag. “Anything else?” he asked. She didn’t reply. She just stared at him, a crimson flush darkening her cheeks. “Would you like anything else?” Ben stared into her eyes, borrowing into her soul, her true desires. Her pussy gave a little spasm before starting to leak.

“I…” Dawn gulped. “I want it again.”

“Want what, Mrs. Smith?”

“Your… your cock.”

“For what?”

“I want you to fuck me again,” Dawn said quietly, looking around, but no one was near.

“With what?”

“Your cock… your big black cock… I want you to fuck me with your big black cock.”

“I’d be happy to,” he replied. Ben looked around at the crowd in the store. “Let me take care of some customers first. They’re too busy checking you out.” He reached under the register and pulled out a handful of tokens. “Why don’t you get out of sight for a while. Same booth. Same channel. I think you’ll like my latest video.”

Dawn nodded and swept up the token. She quickly looked around. Abu was staring at her from the storeroom still holding the pricing gun. The young white guys were elbowing and nudging each other, trying to encourage one of them to make a move. The businessmen were staring too. The black guy had turned around from the Bull Pen. He was younger than her, sexy, and had ghetto written all over him. She walked towards the hall and the booths.

“Dude look at those tits.”

“She’s gotta be a stripper. Find out where she works.”

She ignored the young white men and their comments. She did glance at the black man, then looked past him at the picture he’d tacked on the board. It was a torso shot. The top showed his chin pushed down to hold his tee-shirt up. His chest was chiseled and rippled with muscles, his skin a dark brown. Sweat pants were pulled down under his balls and he’d pulled his cock out. He wasn’t Big Ben, but it was big and gorgeous, as chiseled as his chest. His cock was probably around a foot long, but it was also angled down, only semi-erect. Her jaw tightened as her eyebrows raised. She bobbed her head several times at the picture, indicating she was impressed.

“Hold on there, mama,” he said as she disappeared down the hall.

She didn’t stop. Ben had followed her and pulled a little gate across the hall behind her. It was a minor barrier with no lock. It had a handwritten sign on it that read, Booths Closed. She waved at him grateful he was protecting her from these strangers.

**********

The booth was as she remembered. It smelled of bleach. The booth next door was empty. She brought her face up to the dark hole, wrinkling her nose at the smell of semen coming from the next booth.

Dawn turned her attention on the video screen and added some tokens to the slot. She advanced through the channels, wondering how this setup worked. Was there an array of VCRs behind the wall for each booth? Channel 14 started with the girl in the bikini pulling out the huge cock. She recognized it as Ben’s cock now. Dawn licked her lips watching the young woman suckle on the head of the familiar black penis. She advanced the scene. Ben’s cock sliding back and forth between a pair of oversized white titties. The woman was chubby, squeezing her breasts together and smiling up at the camera. Dawn recognized the dirty mattress the woman was lying on.

“Jesus,” gasped Dawn. Another scene had a white girl laying over a motorcycle seat. Ben was fucking her hard while another black man was shoving an equally large black cock down her throat. She couldn’t see their faces but recognized Ben’s body. The man getting the blow job was slimmer. Someone else was filming the scene.

Channel 14, must be Ben’s personal channel, she thought as every scene featured him or his cock. “Wonder if he’d sell me a copy of this?” she mumbled. It reminded her of the interracial compilation video Ben had given her only with him as the featured actor.

Then she got to the final scene.

Dawn gasped in horror as she watched herself walking through Ben’s storeroom towards the dirty mattress. Ben was following her, stripping off his clothes. Soon, she was kneeling and sucking Ben’s huge cock. Funny, she would have sworn she’d resisted more. She was sucking him enthusiastically. She’d wanted his cum. She’d craved it. After tasting him in this very booth, she was hungry for more. She was just as hungry now and the thing that could satisfy her craving was pushing through the hole between the booths even as her belly rumbled hungrily.

The semi-hard cock kept coming and coming through the hole. She spared it a glance, but it was dark and her attention was still on the screen. Her hands came up to grab the shaft. It plumped up and grew in her hands as she stroked it to full hardness.

“You shouldn’t have filmed us, Ben,” she said, jerking him off. Or put it on display where anyone could see it, she thought. She should have been mad. She should have been furious, but staring at herself sucking Ben’s huge black cock was completely opening the tap on her leaking pussy. Dawn Conner was in a porno! She was a porn star! Not only was she a porn star, but she looked like she was born for the role. Dawn slid off the seat and shoved Ben’s cock in her mouth, keeping her eyes turned towards the screen.

The head felt funny pushing past her uvula. The flare on his crown was more swollen as it pressed hard against the roof of her throat. She bobbed her head, eyes open and staring at herself on video, hungrily gulping down Ben’s semen. She moaned, knowing she’d have more of his succulent seed in a few minutes. Out of the corner of her eye, Ben’s cock was bobbing up and down, spraying strands of semen over her face and breasts.

Dawn sucked harder, her lips pushing closer to the hole and making it difficult to see the screen. As she pulled back up, she could see Ben pulling her thong off her, stretching them out so they were ruined. She sucked down again, the black shaft now slick with her saliva. Dawn pulled back sucking on the end while jerking off the rest with one hand.

“We can’t have sex, I’m married,” said her voice through the audio.\.

“Fine, but you gotta let me resize you.” Ben was smacking his cock down on her pubic mound. “Just so you can take all the KING DONG.”

Dawn sucked Ben’s cock as hard as she could. She would have loved to take her time, worship this black cock as it deserved, but desperation was growing inside her. She was desperate to taste his seed again and even more desperate to feel this monster inside her. It was more a need than a desire.

The black cock was expanding now, swelling bigger, the flare scraping her tonsils even more rigid. She was about to have one of her cravings satisfied.

The cock shuddered.

Her belly filled, satisfying her hunger.

Dawn pulled back. His seed filling her mouth, bulging her cheeks out. She gulped it down and then she gulped again. Ben’s cum tasted even better than she remembered. It was fruitier, less bitter. There was something different in his diet and whatever it was, she loved it. Dawn jerked his shaft, letting the lesser, weaker squirts of cum shoot across her tongue she that she could roll it around her taste buds. Dawn squeezed the base hard and stroked upwards while tightening her lips around the head and sucking up. She was rewarded by one last strong blast of Ben’s tastier cum inside her mouth.

One craving was satisfied focusing all her attention on her next craving, her need to have this monster stuffing her pussy.

“Keep it hard,” she ordered, pulling her top off. Dawn stood and undid her skirt. Her hand slipped into her pocket and pulled out the sleeve of condoms. She slipped her panty off.  “Sorry, but you have to wear a condom.” Dawn kneeled again on the sticky floor, ripping the condom open. Again, she had her doubts, staring at the flimsy rubber condom and the small semen receptacle that shouldn’t even be able to contain one blast of Ben’s ejaculate let alone his entire load.

Ben’s cock had stayed hard. Indeed, it still looked as swollen as it did during ejaculation. It wasn’t drooping at all and was slightly curved upwards. Dawn furrowed her brow as she raised the condom to the bulbous head. Ben’s cock was as straight as an arrow and his glans were more streamlined with less of a flare to… Dawn gasped as she realized this wasn’t Ben’s cock. She looked up from it, her eyes climbing the wall to the upper hole. She thought she caught the glimpse of a white eye staring down at her. Dawn was confused as to what she should do even as her hands were stretching the condom out over the head of the stranger’s cock and rolling it down over the large flare and a few inches past the head. The biggest condom she could find only covered a third of the huge black cock sticking through the hole, but at least the fit was so tight, she didn’t believe it would come off.

She was so familiar with the KING DONG now, she should have known this wasn’t Ben, but she’d been too focused on watching herself on the screen. Her new toy was smooth, powerful, and young-looking. Her mind flashed to the sexy ghetto thug by the Bull Pen. His cock hadn’t looked this big in the picture, but it had been angled down, not completely hard.

Dawn stood. “Fuck me,” she begged, looking at the eye in the hole.

She turned around and backed her rear end towards the wall, standing on her tiptoes so she could straddle the young thug’s black cock. He slid it back. Just as she pushed down onto the head, her lips pressing hard against the man’s cock head as she quit standing on her toes. But she came down on nothing!

He’d pulled his cock back through the hole!

The tip came back, pushing between her thighs. Dawn stood up on her toes again, leaning forward to help spread herself open. She braced her hands against the far wall, holding herself still as the stranger’s cock probed between her pussy lips, pushing inside her, ready to satisfy her other need.

“AAAHHH!” She cried out in orgasm. Only she hadn’t cum. It was her voice coming from the screen. “Fuck me, Ben. Cumming! Black cock so good. Love black cock. So good. Cum. Cum. CCUUMMIINNGG!”

“Me too,” grunted Ben.

Dawn saw the expression of triumph cross Ben’s black face as he buried his dick in her and filled her with his seed. She watched as he withdrew his monster cock and shot multiple blasts across her body.

“Fuck,” she groaned as the stranger’s cock pushed deep. “Fuck,” she said again. She angled her pussy down as the tip of his cock pushed against her cervix. “Fuck! Gonna cum.” She whimpered, her pussy contracting and squirting all over this new black cock as he pushed the full length into her pussy.

“I can’t believe I took all this monster.” She was jerking off Ben’s cock on screen. He’d edited out her trip to the bathroom.

“Your body was built for big black cock, Dawn. “Your little white boy, never gonna satisfy you again.”

“Fuck me. YES! Fuck me,” she growled to the stranger fucking her through the hole. He made her cum again and again as she hung her head down, turned so she could watch Ben fucking her from behind on the dirty mattress.

“Oh,” came her voice from the video. “Fuck me. You fuck me so good. So good. Cumming… cum… cum in me. Cum in me, Ben. Seed me again.”

The young black man grunted in the other room. He proved his youth and vigor by rapidly slamming his cock into the hole in the wall at a pace she doubted even Ben could have handled for so long. 

“Oohh, Ben. Give me your cum. I want it. Seed your pussy. Seed me.” On-screen Ben buried his cock and filled her pussy for a second time.

“SEED ME!” screamed Dawn to the stranger. Her pussy squeezed his thrusting cock, pulling him inwards. He complied, pushing deep and holding his cock still as a powerful blast of ejaculate filled her womb with his hot fertile sperm. Dawn cried out as her pussy exploded around his pumping cock, each time his cock jerked sending more sperm into her womb, another orgasmic wave flowed out through her body.

“So good,” she cried, “So good,” as the little eruptions rocking her body turned to tremors. His huge swollen cock still jerking inside her, dribbling out the last of his sperm. “Hmmm yes,” she sighed, coming down from her high. Oh no! she thought, realizing there was another load of semen in her womb. The condom must have popped? He wasn’t in a hurry to pull it out either. His cock was still buried inside her, plugging her womb full of his seed.

Dawn weakly pushed up against the far wall and stood up trying to wiggle her way off the ghetto youth’s cock. He finally helped, pulling back enough that it exited her womb, her cervix closing up to trap billions of sperm inside her. The rest poured out of her pussy, pooling on the already sticky floor.

Like the last time, there was a roll of paper towels under the bench. Dawn pulled some off. She squatted and put the wad of paper under her pussy. She was facing the stranger’s big black cock. He pushed it back through. It was still huge but now angled down. A three-inch strand of semen was hanging off the meatus.

“Clean it off,” he ordered. She looked up towards the eye hole. “Now bitch!” Dawn was startled a little, but she leaned forward, her tongue coming out to catch the dangling wad of semen just before it dropped. She licked up and took the head back in her mouth. A large wad of his nice tasting semen shot across her tongue as she sucked the tip. She swallowed more, her lips getting closer to the hole. His entire cock tasted like his fruity cum having been coated with it after cumming inside her.

Inside her! There was no sign of the condom anywhere on his cock. No busted receptacle, no broken ring around his shaft halfway down. What if it were floating around in her womb? What if it were stuck halfway through her cervix? She’d have to go to the hospital!

Dawn sucked back up, surprised, but not surprised when another squirt of delicious cum filled her mouth. The flare on his glans cleared her lips. As the head slowly pulled from her mouth, her lips closed down to connect on his meatus, where she surprised herself by planting a kiss right on the tip.

She stared at the plump black cock. It was dark and hard to see, the screen lighting the room had long since turned off. His cock wasn’t rock hard, but still swollen enough to fuck again and it still aimed down, not having swelled anymore while she sucked it. Still, an impressive instrument.

“Psst,” said the man, through the upper hole.

Dawn looked up. Something emerged from the hole and fell. She missed catching it, but reached down and picked up the distended rubber off the floor. She held it up by the base. It was stretched out, dangling down, whole and unused. He’d simply pulled it off. “JERK!” she spat, looking up at his cock and considering grabbing it and pulling hard on it. As if he could read her mind, it was swiftly yanked back through the hole. She heard a raspy chortle in the other booth. Not long afterward, she heard him exit.

**********

Dawn cleaned herself as well as possible in the booth. She still needed to use Ben’s bathroom to try to drain as much as the other black man’s cum out of her as possible. She dressed and left the booth. The hall was empty and dark. The partially closed gate was still pulled across the hall. She slipped around it and entered the sales floor. Ben was ringing someone up at the counter, Abu standing beside him bagging the purchase. They were new customers. Two attractive young women were buying the BBC LIFELIKE DLDO. Abu placed the dildo in a long brown bag. Ben and Abu were talking the women up and the two women were enjoying the attention and laughing. Dawn had the impression the dildo was the standard gag gift for a bachelorette party. There was also a white man in a suit browsing the movie section. The young black man was gone. She considered getting his number off the BULL PEN, but his sperm was currently leaking out into her panty. Everyone seemed distracted, so she slipped past the BULL PEN and into the stockroom.

Dawn used the filthy bathroom again. It still hadn’t been cleaned. The dirty magazines by the toilet were the same ones as last time. It had been stocked up with toilet paper since she’d been here last. She sat down, leaning forward, squeezing as much semen as she could get out of her insides. It was futile she knew from the last time. She’d still be leaking for days.

Dawn washed up. She’d gotten her needs satisfied and planned on slipping out the back door, but when she left the bathroom, Ben was standing by the mattress, pulling his shirt off over his head. Dawn approached him and he grinned at her as he tossed the tee shirt to the floor. “Ben…” she started to say, planning on telling him she’d taken ill and had to leave.

“Dawn,” he replied, taking her arms and pulling her against his chest. His broad lips pressed down on hers and Dawn found herself melting into his arms. Her arousal grew again as she felt his swelling cock pushing against her belly. She reached into his sweat pants, fondling it while they continued to kiss.

Dawn broke the kiss, kneeling in front of him, she pulled his sweats down. Her head bent forward to catch his cock as it sprang up free of his pants. He groaned as her lips closed around the head. She started sucking him while pushing his pants down around his ankles so that he could step out of them. She wanted to taste him again but didn’t know how much more semen her belly could hold. Like the stranger in the booth, She pulled back and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. She looked up at the old black man. “Lie down on the mattress,” she ordered.

Ben quickly complied, putting his hands behind his head and grinning at her. Dawn stood and pulled her clothes off. He stared hungrily at her body in the lacy bra and panty. He nodded his approval when her breasts sprang free. Dawn turned and bent over presenting her rear end to him. She swiftly pulled her black panty down, not wanting his to get a good look at how wet her bottoms were from the man in the booth’s leaking sperm. She turned back around. Ben held his cock up for her.

The stranger in the booth’s cock was the same size as Ben’s, but she liked Ben’s better. Ben’s cock was simply magnificent, a monstrous streamlined torpedo. Dawn straddled him, quickly squatting over his cock afraid she might drip the booth man’s cum on it at any second. She groaned feeling Ben’s cock head push between her pussy lips, surprised at quickly, she’d become aroused again. “You shouldn’t have filmed us,” she complained, pushing down into Ben’s cock.

“Sorry babe,” he grunted, thrusting his hips up to get more of his cock in her. “Security reasons.”

“Huh!”

“Can’t have you accusing me of rape. Happened once to me back in the seventies, but I had her on a Super 8, begging me to fuck her.”

“Are you… are you… OH, GOD! Filming us now?”

“Of course, baby.”

“YYEESS!” Dawn thrust her crotch forwards easing herself down on his cock. She sank easily into his lap. “Your big black cock feels so good, Ben.”

“Better than your husbands?”

“Oh yes.”

“Say it.”

“Your big black cock is so much better than my husband.”

“Don’t tell me, tell the cameras.”

Dawn gasped as she rode his shaft. She looked around at the shelves. Judging from the angles of the movie she’d seen in the booth, at least three hidden cameras were filming her. “YOUR BIG BLACK COCK FEELS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY HUSBANDS!” she screamed. “CUMMING!” Her pussy spasmed, contracting around Ben’s shaft, her strength failing her, she sank to the base as she caught her breath. “There’s nothing better than your big black cock, Ben,” she gasped.

“Sure there is,” he grunted. His large black hands slid from her waist down to squeeze her ass cheeks.

“Nothing better,” she said again, laying down on him, her lips finding his. They kissed, tongues pushing back into each other’s mouths. “Nothing better than a big… black… cock…” She ground her crotch down into his. Dawn tried to push herself up off his chest so she could ride him again, but he held her down, squeezing her ass tighter.

“There is, Dawn. Do you wanna try something better than a big black cock?”

“Sure,” she groaned, kissing his broad lips and sucking the lower lip into her mouth, teasingly.

“Tell the camera.”

Dawn threw back her head and yelled. “I want to try something better than a big black…CCOOCCKK!!” His hands squeezed and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Something hard and thick pushed hard against her tight little sphincter. “OW!” Her puckered rosebud pushed in and began to spread open. “MY ASS!” She struggled to push up, but Ben held her to his chest. She didn’t know what the hell was happening. He might have been shoving the KING DONG in her rear except both his hands were on her ass cheeks.

“UGGHH!” grunted a voice behind her that sounded like Abu.

“OH FFUUCCKK!” she screamed as the knobby head of Abu’s cock pushed into her rectum. He worked it around pushing deeper. Most of the pain was coming from her tight opening and as he worked his huge cock deeper, the pain didn’t grow any worse. “GAWD!” His big cock head forced its way deeper. Luckily, he’d oiled it up with something that made his cock well lubricated for her tight ass. Not only was it greased up, but the insides of her ass began to heat, the warmth spreading through her rectum. Some sort of warming lotion, she wondered? Her over-stretched sphincter warmed, the pain fading swiftly.

“By Allah, dats a tight ass,” groaned Abu. He grabbed her hips, working his cock in and out, pushing a little deeper with each thrust. He pulled her up, Ben letting go of her cheeks. She leaned forward at a ninety-degree angle between the two black men.

“What’s better than one black cock?” asked Ben, chuckling. His big hands moved to her breasts, covering them like they were made to go together.

“Two black cocks,” she gasped trying to catch her breath. Dawn hated to admit it, but having two black cocks filling her up was starting to feel good. Abu’s cock slowly pumping in and out of her ass seemed to be enhancing the pleasure she was feeling with Ben’s cock in her pussy. She was glad the ugly black Muslim was behind her so she didn’t have to look at him even if his cock felt as amazing as Ben’s.

Dawn pushed down on her knees raising herself so that Ben could thrust his cock in and out of her pussy while Abu did the same to her ass. It took the two men a few tries to get their rhythm, but soon they were alternatingly thrusting their cocks inside her. “Fuck,” she gasped. “Unh! Unh! Unh!” The grunts came from her throat each time one of the cocks pushed deep. Then suddenly they both started thrusting their cocks at the same time. “Oh, God!” Dawn felt an orgasm growing. The two fourteen-inch black cocks seemed to be fighting for space inside with Ben’s cock winning as her ass couldn’t take the entirety of Abu’s black dick. “Fuck! Cum… cum… CUMMING!”

Ben pinched her nipples just as she came harder than she’d ever orgasmed before. Her pussy contracted around Ben’s cock, pulling along the shaft in an attempt to milk his seed from her balls. Her ass clenched down around Abu’s cock so tightly, it stuck. Dawn collapsed or would have if Ben hadn’t propped her up by her breasts. Her head hung down, hair falling in his face. “So good,” she mumbled. “So good.”

“Like that, slut?” hissed Abu in her ear.

“I’m not a…” Dawn stayed frozen, panting while she came down from the biggest orgasm of her life. She was a married white woman suspended between two black men, getting off on their huge cocks on a dirty mattress in the back of a seedy adult book store while cameras were filming everything. “Yes,” she moaned. “I liked it.”

“That’s a good slut,” said Abu. “Now tell us you like it.” Her ass had unclenched and he started fucking her rear again, pulling back until the glans on his cock head appeared through her sphincter before pushing deep again.

“Fuck me,” she grunted, pushing off Ben’s chest so he wasn’t propping her up. “Fuck my ass. Fuck my married white pussy.” Dawn whimpered, their cocks both thrusting at the same time again. “Your big black cocks have turned me into a slut. Fuck your slut. Gonna cum again. Oh god! Oh shit! I’m…”

Ben’s buried his cock inside her, bellowing like a bull as the first wave of his cum flooded her uterus.

“AAAHHH!” Dawn’s pussy squeezed his shaft, contracting inwards again finally getting what it wanted, another load of fertile black seed filling her womb. Her contractions, milked his cock, perfectly timed with each expulsion of Ben’s seed. She was so lost in the throes of her orgasm that she was only vaguely aware of Abu’s cock spurting an equally large load of semen into her ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dawn stayed like that, head down, ass up. Her belly and womb were full. Her belly was so full she felt sick to her stomach and her normally flat tummy was bulging out. Her womb was so full, semen was still pouring out of her pussy, covering her inner thighs and coating the mattress.

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

SMACK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” said Ben.

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

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

**********

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

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

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

It hit her in the shower.

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

Dawn remembered it was Thursday.

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

She pulled out her privacy bikini. The one she only wore at home and only Scott had seen her in it. The black bikini was little more than triangles that covered her nipples, a tiny patch over her pubes, and a string that ran between her ass cheeks to connect with the thin strings around her waist. She had to constantly adjust the tiny patches to keep her areola from showing. This was the bikini she should wear for Ben. She put it on, adjusting the triangles over her nipples. She added a see-thru black mesh top to cover it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What followed was the best, most satisfying day of Dawn’s life. She showered and put her bikini back on, not bothering with the mesh covering. She joined Ben at a little tiki bar beside his pool as he was pulling the burgers off the grill. They sipped margaritas and ate lunch before jumping in the pool. The two splashed around and kissed. The kiss turned into Ben lifting her onto the rim, untying her bikini again, and fucking her while he stood in the water and she wrapped her legs around his waist, screaming out as she came, and telling him that she loved him again.

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

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

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

“Where’s he work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed her goodbye at her car and waved as she drove off home to an empty house and a husband that could never satisfy her.

**********

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

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

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

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

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

“Is Abu here?”

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

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

“Two maybe three weeks.”

“But I need your cock, lover.”

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

“Damn, Ben. I need it bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They wouldn’t be better but so many cocks promised new and interesting experiences. She looked forward to trying them out.

 

Epilogue

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the bedroom, Dawn giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-no,” said Scott.

“NO WHAT, CRACKER?”

“N-no, sir,” said Scott.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell yo hubby whose cock you like better.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why doncha thank me then, white boy?”

“Thank you for fucking my wife, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YECH! No.”

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

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

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

“Maybe you should start from the beginning.”

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

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

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

“Until…” Scott pointed at the giant black phallus rising majestically skyward on top of the dresser.

“Until that one,” she added.

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” she replied.

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Non, Scott. Keep your hand on it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, her belly continued to swell.

**********

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

Scott was gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. This is…”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” she asked.

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

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

“What’s that?” he grunted.

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got milk?” Buru grunted laughing.

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

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

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

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

Ben’s sons had come home.

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll just order a pizza,” said Ben.

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was nothing better than that?

THE END