The following story is of one occurrence that I partially witnessed and later became aware of what else had transpired from conversations with two of the daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the names of the people involved.

It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss, Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliver to a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been in Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently been promoted again over several other long-term English employees. I had wondered as to why he was favored by Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth.

As I entered the villa where he and his family lived I noticed several expensive automobiles parked outside. The gardener met me at the gate and took me to the door. As I entered I thought perhaps that I was intruding as Atkins and his family along with several guests were in the family room.

A bizarre setting in that there were five very black Africans seated on the chairs and sofa with Atkins' three young blonde daughters sitting on several of their laps. I later found out that these men were from wealthy families and worked for the company that Atkins was employed by.  His wife, Joan, was seated next to one of the Africans with his arm around her shoulder as she was pouring drinks. Atkins, seemingly blushing, stood up and greeted me. "My apologies for interrupting on your meeting but Mr. Motambi gave me these contracts to deliver to you," I said.   I could not help but notice that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time but none of them except for Atkins seem to acknowledge my presence.   The Africans appeared high on something and were enjoying the blonde playthings next to them. One of the girls was sitting on the lap of a black African. 

After going over the papers with Atkins in the breakfast room, he suggested we go outside onto the patio. As we walked through the large family room I couldn't help but again notice his wife and two daughters sitting so close to the black Africans or on their lap. The lighting had become a bit dim with the drapes closed and it was just about sunset but I could tell there were some black hands under the skirt of one of the daughters and also in his wife's blouse. The oldest daughter, Sandy, a junior in college and home for spring break, was dressed in a short skirt and low cut blouse. She was now slow dancing with a tall black African in the parlor.   Her blonde hair and pale skin was such a contrast to the charcoal skin of the tall African who was in short-sleeve shirt and tie. His black muscular arm was holding her tightly against him while his other arm draped down her side with his hand holding her bottom.   Sandy’s head was rested against his chest and she appeared to enjoy the close contact.  Her father did not know but Sandy had experienced black sex after only three weeks in country.  Her first being a black African senior college student. She had also had sex with a black professor several times.

The second youngest daughter, Cindy, had just finished her first year in the Peace Corps. She was sitting on the lap of a very black African on the couch with an with his arm draped over her left shoulder while his right hand was laying on her leg just under her short skirt.  The lighting was dim and her mom was seated close to  another African with wandering hands. Her mom had told her daughters to treat these black Africans with respect and entertain them with friendliness. What she did not tell them, except for Sandy,  was just how friendly these black men would expect.   The girls knew that their daddy was about to have his contract extended and that they were expected to entertain his bosses for dinner and drinks.   Cindy had worked with blacks in the Peace Corps, even dated one, but never had sex with a black African….let alone a man over twice her age.   She seemed intrigued with the shiny gold Rolex that snugly adorned his left wrist. She was also trying to be grown up in the presence of important black men and also impressing her mom.  Joan smiled as she watched Cindy rubbing the African’s gold watch and squirming in his lap. 

The youngest daughter, little Jenny, had been seated next to one of the Africans but was definitely uncomfortable watching her mom and sisters being touched by these black men. She asked her mom if she could go to the den and play games. Her mom smiled and thought for a moment, "why don't you take one of our guests with you and teach them how to play Monopoly, dear. I want you girls to entertain these men since they are our guests and are also very influential in your father getting a new contract. The African smiled and replied, " I would really enjoy learning this game you call Monopoly."  Jenny knodded okay and took the African's hand as she guided him to the back den. Her mother then placed her arms around the African beside her and gave him a l kiss as he rubbed her loins. "I certainly hope he enjoys learning the game," she said sheepishly. "Oh, he will indeed madam...he will indeed....and she will too," the African replied.

Cindy was really high on the African herb they had smoked and the touch by this black African was titillating.  Her mom, also being fondled by black hands,  was enjoying the sight of her young girl also being touched by black hands.  The African's hand had slowly moved further up her skirt but Cindy, not noticing, was just chatting away and pleased with the attention.  Before long  his black hand crept even further and began slightly touching her vagina. His left arm was aroung her shoulder as his hand slid down and into her blouse and began fondling her breast.  Her mother glanced over and could see the reflection of the African's Rolex crystal glittering as he fondled her daughter's breast. Cindy, although high on herb, was a bit shocked but his hands felt so masculine and good that she did not object. Her body tingled as she became wet.  Her mother knodded over to her giving approval.  It was a strange feeling knowing that her mother not only approved but was prodding the African on. Cindy, was really feeling high from the herb and she slightly parted her legs, inviting the black hand to venture further. The African responded as two of his fingers pressed softly into her vagina. His Rolex felt cool to her skin and also excited her. As she squirmed on his lap she felt his manhood getting rock hard beneath her.  

She never ever thought she would be letting a black man, a stranger, fondle her like this....but she was becoming absorbed in a captive feeling with black arms and hands molesting her and black lips kissing her neck. Her vagina was very wet and her heart was pounding. The African then  whispered  in her ear asking her to invite him to her bedroom.  He only wanted to lay next to her body and kiss....promising not to harm her.  Cindy was gullible and high on herb so she said yes. The African then politely asked her mom, Joan, if they could leave the room. "Of course you can.....just be nice to my girl."  "Yes miss Joan, I will," he replied. They held hands and walked briskly to the back bedroom and shut the door.  The African and Cindy then cuddled on the bed as he again fingered her vagina. Then he lowered his head as he pulled her panties down and began kissing and licking her. It felt so good that Cindy did not object. His tongue was now inside her and Cindy wrapped her legs around him.  An orgasm shot through her as she soon realized that she was being "eaten" by a black African. Never in her young life had this happened so it was orgasmic joy. Within minutes, the African shed his and her clothes and then spread her legs again. Cindy felt something large entering her vagina.  "Please put a rubber on, please," she pleaded. "No girl, I want you to feel my manhood inside of you and know that my blackness will be in you. Cindy watched helplessly as he guided his black shaft into her. "Oh my gosh, I'm really being fucked by a black man and a big cock....it feels soooo.....Ugh, oh my, oh my...it's too big...please be gentle....please.....ooooooo

Her mother in the bedroom next to hers, could hear her daughter's squeals as she was impaled on and pounded by a big black cock.  Joan, who was in bed with two of the Africans, was even more titilated hearing her daughter, Cindy,  finally being black fucked and hard.  Cindy had her legs wrapped around this African's buttocks as he held her wrists down to her sides while he kept pounding. Cindy had saliva drooling from her mouth and her blue eyes were open wide and teary. This black deamon was in full control and she was helpless to stop him.  She knew that his seed was going to explode into her.  With a jolt of his muscular body and even more stiffness in his black shaft.... he spewed his jism into this young white girl. Cindy felt what seemed like ounces of cum invade her belly and another orgasm erupted. The earth had moved. 

Her mom, Joan, had instructed the girls to make the Africans feel welcomed.   What she did not divulge to them was that she and her husband knew that on this night the girls would be exposed to black lust.   Atkins’ new contract was worth a million dollar salary over the next 18 months.   Joan, who had already been bedded by his boss and several supervisors, had tried to convince her husband that it was inevitable the girls would not return to the states before experiencing black cock. Joan, at first, wanted nothing to do with having interracial sex. Then, after having a 10" black cock pound her one night....she became a slut for black men. She became infatuated with seeing that her daughters also have black lovers. One could say that she was crazy but Joan's obsession with black sex had charred her mind and she was intent in having her daughters exposed to it. Normally I would question a mother's devotion to her children by inviting this sort of thing but I had witnessed several times before how white women were drawn into sex with black men and some of them thought nothing of subjecting their daughter to it.  This is truly macabre to the white civilized world but in Africa there were strange things occuring. I still question this but it is strangely true.

Atkins had initially revolted at her prediction and was adamant in saying he would protect his daughters from being subjected to sex with these black men.   “Not my little girls, no way.” Atkins protested.   This was the situation when his family first joined him in Africa two months ago.   Joan knew differently and worked on her husband’s mindset even harder.

She had heard the stories from other wives about how they and their daughters were taken by black Africans willing or unwilling. Many ex-pat families were invited to parties and while the husbands drank and gambled , some of the wives and daughters were danced with, groped and led to a bedroom or limo where after being drunk or drugged.... a black cock impaled their white bottoms. They remained silent in fear of their husbands and fathers loosing their jobs.

Also a number of families had black domestics that did the house cleaning and gardening. When the husbands or fathers were at work during the day or sent out of town on business, these black domestics enticed many of the lonely white wives into sex. These wives had also heard of the black man’s sexual lust and many became a victim because they enjoyably had teased them by wearing swimsuits at the pool or a scanty dress.

These black Africans would not take no for an answer and many wives were fucked silly because they slightly opened the door of opportunity.   After their first fuck, many not all, soon found themselves wanting more of what their white husbands could not give them. A large, stiff, rigid black cock inside them as they were held tightly under a black pounding African.

This in turn opened the availability for the black men to put a cock in their young daughters. They even used the wife’s seduction against her in order to blackmail them into surrendering their young little darlings. Before long mothers and daughters would be taken at the same time as they watched each other being ravaged by black lust.   The daughters usually squealed louder than the mothers, which pleased the Africans.

Another little known tribal practice which was randomly used in out lying areas, was to dominate a mother and daughter. Nothing was more exciting to these black warriors than to sometimes pull innocent teen white girls from their mother’s clutches. Then as one or two Africans held the mother away other Africans would tightly hold the young girls and begin fondling them.   The girls wiggled and pleaded for them to stop but then the big black men would pull them up against their chest with their feet dangling off the floor.   As the girls squirmed their panties would be pulled down while a big black cock head began rubbing their bottoms. The girls would squirm and resist which only excited these black men. And mind you, a number of the girls got their jollies by being taken this way.  Yes, it sounds strange, but most of them had sexual desires building rapidly as they had heard their mother's squeals of delight fucking a black man for weeks prior.

Then, while standing, they would rub oily lubricant on their bare shafts as they lowered the girl’s bottom on to their hard black shaft while their white legs dangled in the air.   The white girl would try and grab the African’s neck for support but their arms became weak from the struggle and gravity pushed their bottom down.   The African would loosen his arm holding the small girl as black cock pressed into her more. Some girls screamed excitingly, some moaned and some just cried as they surrendered knowing they could not escape. A number of white girls had seen or heard their mothers being fucked by these black men and wanted to have that same exotic feeling of a black cock in them. The black Africans knew this and were only too happy to oblige.

The African’s lust thrived on impaling these teen daughters while listening to them squeal, scream and begging for them to stop. For most, not all, of these young darlings, fear was soon replaced by a sudden orgasm….something they had not experienced with their white boyfriends.   After only minutes the ultimate feeling of orgasm would shoot through their bodies as the black African jerked and poured his jism into their bellies. The vision of seeing a young 18 year old white girl with her pale white legs around a black waist, arching her back and slowly laying back with her arms motionless was awesome.   Impaled on black cock and surrendering to blackness as the African held her from falling but still stroking his black meat in her.  

Even more awesome was at the same time their mother was being held a bay as her daughter was being blacked, the other two Africans were quickly removing her clothes. She would struggle but then one black cock would split her legs while her head was held and being fed another black cock. She and daughter were being blacked at the same time. Africans enjoyed family affairs and even more when a shocked father was tied to a chair and forced to watch his wife and daughters taken in this manner.

Race and age was of no concern to these Africans. It was not uncommon to see in the outer townships after school a young black girl being fucked against a building wall.   Consider how horrifying it would be for a white father to be driving home from work and approach an alley to see a helpless white girl being ravaged against one of the buildings.   Wanting to help, he would stop the car, and as he approached the building would recognize it was his young daughter with an African cock inside her pounding away. Her head bobbing up and down as she gasped for air while squealing.   As he gets out of his car he is confronted by several other black men who drag him into the ally.   They rip his pants down and one Africans mounts him.   Now he is butt-fucked while watching his sweet daughter being banged.   This has happened more than once.

Also, there were the weekend church retreats where the mom and dads were not allowed to attend.   It was not long after they had dropped off their daughters that the orgy began. Innocently at first there would be readings and group prayer meetings. Then at night the native dances would perform.   As the girls sat at the campfire, black African counselors would approach and sit along side of them. They would entice the girls to smoke some African herb or slip a drug into their fruit drinks.   Before long the girl’s head is swirling as a couple of black hands began fondling her breast and slowly rubbing her loins.

A number of the girls knew what to expect as they had been to a retreat before.   Unknown to their parents, they were not new to African cock and knew the pleasures awaiting them.   For the innocent girls who had not known, there was an excitement being with an older man, a black man, and not having their parents around to scold them.   As the night grew late, girls would one by one leave the campfire with one and yes, two or more black men. They would be guided to a counselor’s hut or the girls tent where before long they would have a black cock in their mouth, in their belly….or both. As a long time African counselor once told me. “These retreats are not for prayer. They are camps for breeding white girls.”

It was nighttime now and shortly after arriving, Atkins had asked me to sit out on the patio with him. We had been there for close to an hour as Atkins was drinking heavily. probably escaping from the scene inside his home.  “Damn man, what in hell is going on here? Do you know what is going to happen with your wife and daughters with these Africans.”I inquired.   Atkins was on his sixth drink and was almost drunk. “Please do not tell anyone of this evening here, I beg you. I am very upset about it but I have no choice. I owe some gambling debts that are way past due to some very mean Africans that know our boss, Motombi.   My wife Joan only knows about the million dollar contract that I am suppose to get.   She has already given herself to black lust in order to get my previous promotions.   Now my boss is demanding I subject my three daughters to his African partners who are here today.    I am so miserable that I can’t live with myself but I’ve finally surrendered my resistance and invited these black predators into my home.   I’ve got to have that contract money in order to pay the debts and hopefully send my family back to the states.   If I do not pay they will kill me and perhaps Joan.   I fear for our lives.”

I just shook my head in disbelief and patted him on the shoulder. This was really bizarre yet titillating in a shameless way. Here I was in this home where a family was going to be ravaged by black Africans.   Even more eerie was that these Africans did not seem to care about my being present.   My instincts told me to leave but my curiosity and bizarre sexuality begged me to stay.

As I re-entered the family room I noticed that his wife, Joan, and two of the daughters were no longer there. As Atkins excused himself to the bathroom I ventured down the hall. As I peeked into one of the bedrooms I alarmingly saw the oldest blonde daughter, Sandy, seated on a bed as one of the tall black African was rubbing her cheeks with his long erect black cock. The African then reached around and grabbed her wrists behind her back as his other black hand held her head.   “Open your pretty mouth blondie,” he demanded. “Please, not this….don’t expect me to suck you, please no,” she pleaded. “I thought that you were just going to screw me.” Her dad was unaware that this was not Sandy’s first black man but she had only had black meat between her legs…not in her mouth. Nervously she opened her mouth as the African held her and the shiny head of his rich black cock slid into her mouth. He pressed a couple more inches in until she began to gag.   He pulled back a little for her to catch her breath but then began stroking her mouth as she looked up at him.   Her blue eyes were opened wide and tears began to well up in them as the African began slowly fucking her mouth. Her head bobbled up and down as her hands were clasp held behind her.   At first afraid, she began to enjoy this black cock filling her mouth.

The African was truly enjoying fucking this pretty young girl’s mouth knowing before long he would be splitting those small white legs and his 9” shaft would soon spew into her belly.   He wanted to save it but the excitement and warm feeling of her mouth was overwhelming.   His eyes became fixed on hers and his body began to shake as his cock hardened even more. Gripping her head even more tightly he could no longer hold it as his cum exploded out.    She squirmed and gagged as the jism poured from her lips.   Her mouth was no longer a virgin to black cock.   He then removed his clothes and then undressed Sandy.   She knew what was in store for her now and her heart was racing with excitement.    “Sir, please put on a rubber….please,”   she begged.   The black African, ignoring her request, pulled her down on the bed. Sandy, lying on her back, watched nervously as his muscular black body mounted her. “White girl, you’re going to get all meat, hard black meat between your legs,” he chided.   The African’s cock was throbbing hard again and as he pressed the head into her vagina Sandy yelped. “Oh no, it’s too big…oh my gosh, oh my gosh…pull it out, please,” she begged.   The African thrust more into her as she moaned and pleaded for him to slow down. Then, after several thrusts, her mouth and eyes were open wide starring at the ceiling as this coal black African grind more cock into her. His hands gripped her bottom as his black buttocks rolled up and down. I was getting excited as I watched him fuck this white girl silly but I wanted to see what else was going on with the other daughters.

I returned to the family room.   Atkins had passed out in his chair.   As I turned and begin to enter the dining room I heard young female moans from the back bedroom.   On the bed was Cindy, naked, and a black African was on top of her.   She had already had one black cock spew in her earlier and now another African was on top of her. She was pleading for him not to kiss her with his black lips. The African then stood up and removed his pants as a large cock and charcoal ass was shining in the light.   He reached down and slid her wet panties off while rubbing some vaseline on her. “Do I really have to do this in order for my daddy to keep his job,” she questioned.   The African quipped, “you damn right and you will enjoy it anyway. Your sisters and you will want more of our black dicks after this day is over.” Cindy’s mouth was open and her blue eyes were wide in fear as she mumbled. “No, please no.   The African mounted her and guided his black shaft into her snatch. “You’re too big, that thing will hurt me. Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh. You’re pressing into me.   Please don’t put your big black thing all the way in me….pleaseee.”

The African had her pinned to the bed with a small pillow under her rear.   With a sudden thrust he pushed his black shaft into her.   Cindy yelped and again begged for him to stop.   The black African now knew this young white morsel was his.   He pressed more of his blackness into her as she hopelessly wiggled under his large black body.   Her protests became silent and she moaned as the African slowly stroked his blackness in her.   Although scary, I could not help the excitement I felt watching this black man screw this small white girl knowing that he would soon spew his jism into her belly.   I watched as her white legs rose and began quivering in the air from an orgasm.   The African was now in full bore with his black ass humping vigorously. Mercifully, it was only a few minutes or so when he began shaking and began muttering, “I comes in you, I comes in you….Oh, my Lord….you feel so good white girl…ohhhhhh.you are mine.” Cindy’s eyes were popped out wide with her mouth gasping as another orgasm bolted through her loins as she felt the eruption of African cum spewing into her body.

He dismounted and rolled over yet still caressing her naked body next to his.   Cindy lay there motionless except for some trembling. Her eyes were teary from orgasms and her legs were weak. She had truly been black fucked twice in less than an hour and was full of African spunk.   Cindy was no virgin before this but it was her first time fucking  black Africans with a big charcoal black dicks.   Little did she know that she would have several black cocks filling her belly during this night and the next. Before the weekend ended she would be black bred.  

It was titillating as I watched her sprawled out on the bed. The black African holding her while his black semi hard and dripping dick was resting on her belly. She had a serene but lost look on her face. It wouldn't be long before that same African would revive and again be spreading those small white legs. She knew but was still in denial of being blacked.

My attention returned to Jenny in the den. They were last playing Monopoly and laughing but the den was quite silent now. I slowly peaked in the room and saw that the black African was smoking herb and giving some of it to little Jenny. She had never had alcohol let alone any drugs.  Her eyes were wide yet becoming glossy.

Jenny, the baby of the family, was mentally younger than her age. Her skin was fair, her frame was very petite and her two white blonde ponytails that made her look child like. She was such a contrast to this 6'-2" jet black African in his early thirties.  She had never been alone with a black man yet here she was in the back den playing Monopoly with him. She was dressed in a short pink dress with two straps over her shoulders tied in bows. She was so cute.   She could not have weighed over 85 pounds. Her blonde hair really enhanced her blue eyes and little pink lips.   The African’s eyes were fixed on her and I could not help but notice the bulge in his pants.   Jenny was giggling as she tried to teach the African how to play the game.   She would throw the dice and grab the African’s hand and march it around the board.   He too had a big gold Rolex on and Jenny thought that was so cool.   I could tell that the African enjoyed the touch of this young virgin white girl touching his wrist and watch.   He nudged over closer to her saying that he needed better supervision.   Jenny only giggles and kept trying to show him the game.  

I interrupted and asked if they were enjoying the game but the African glared at me and demanded that I not bother them.   As I left the room I saw the African place an arm around her tiny waist. She appeared a little frightened but he told her that was just an African cultural way of thanking someone.  

The African did not want to play Monopoly.   He wanted to play with little Jenny. Unlike the other Africans there,  he was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt...very muscular and very black.   His white shorts contrasted his coal-black legs. He was almost twice her age. The African’s black hand was massaging her leg and his other was lightly touching her hair as she was now sitting with her back to him and his legs split apart.   Jenny was too young to know why a strange feeling was tingling in her loins. Her mother had told her to engage the African men with friendship but this was getting out of hand.   She called for her father but he could not hear her since he was passed out. “Relax girl, I mean you no harm.   Just enjoy the herb and friendliness I offer,” The African softly spoke. .

He asked her to turn and sit on his legs facing him.   Jenny, now feeling bubbly, complied while asking “What type of game is this?” “I’m going to show you how Africans have the power to place people in a trance.”   “ Awww, I don’t believe that people can be hypnotized,” Jenny replied.

The African instructed Jenny to place her arms to her side while he held them.   He quietly began to hum a slow melodic tune.   As she looked into his eyes she begin to feel calm. This was indeed strange but Jenny kept looking into his eyes and after a minute passed she could not look away. A strange feeling of absorption crept into her as he began moving her closer to him.   Her head was now less than a foot away from his and the African had pulled her bottom to the top of his lap.   Jenny could not move.   All she could do was look into the charcoal black face with large nostrils, rigid cheekbones and white eyes that peered back at her.   She could feel his warm breath swirl around her neck.

I stood at the side of the doorway mesmerized myself at watching this small white girl sitting motionlessly on the lap of the black African.   She truly seemed hypnotized.   She was oblivious to any other sounds in the house, especially to quiet moans of her sister in the dining room.

Jenny became aware of the bulging of the African’s manhood under her.   As she wiggled slowly she could feel it move beneath her.   By now the African had slid his Rolex adorned black hand into the top of her dress as his eyes still glared into hers. She could feel his large hand rubbing her breast. Although a bit frightened, she was almost helpless in a hypnotic way. The African slowly pulled her head closer to his with his eyes peering into hers. Then his large black lips lightly touched her small mouth.

Jenny began to shiver as her body tingled. She felt her panties becoming wet. Her young body had never felt this way. The Black African slowly began to kiss her mouth as he continued humming a melodic tune.This African was kissing her and although repulsive to her normal segregated life it was warm and capturing.   His other black arm embraced her small back as she could feel his strength.   Still she was looking into his eyes captured by a surrendering spell.

“Girl, go to the bathroom and take off your wet panties.” he announced.   Jenny was totally shocked by this. “Girl, in Africa we have a custom that young girls do not wear undergarments.   Especially when they are wet.   Our women bare their bottoms cleanly and you must learn this even though you are so young.”   Jenny, still partially under a spell got up and walked to the half bath in the den.   What kind of custom was this, she wondered.   If only she could ask her mom and dad….but her mom was in one of the bedrooms with two of the Africans and her father was passed out in the living room.   She slid off her panties and then returned to the den.

The black African was smiling as she re-entered the den.   Somewhat shocked, she saw him with the front of his shorts unzipped.   There was a bulge that was noticeably there.   “Sir, I had better go to my bedroom and not play Monopoly any more,” she angerly stated. “Girl, please do not be afraid. Come over here, relax with me and let me be close to you.”  

Jenny, although hesitant, did not want to anger her father’s bosses. Thinking that she could just be friendly and entertain.   But she was much too young to know of the situation that she was in.“Come and sit back on my lap and we shall play this game you call Monopoly. "Your pants are unzipped.   I do not want to have it touch me.   I’m a good girl and feel uncomfortable by a man’s nakedness.   I’m too young to be next to a man’s private,”she answered.

By now the herb had begun to have it’s effects on young Jenny and she almost felt listless except for the pulsating in her virgin vagina.    The African pulled her up on his lap with her facing him.   Jenny pushed herself away but then this black man strongly placed and held her on his lap.  Jenny could feel the throbbing cock under his shorts rubbing against her bottom and as she wiggled his black cock got harder.

Again, he hummed that melodic African tune and Jenny began to relax.   She was becoming even higher from the herb each minute and as she had tried not to do previously, she slowly rested her bottom on his crotch.   This pleased the African. Now, he slowly moved his black arms around her waist and shoulders.

His arms felt like tentacles embracing her body.   Jenny was feeling captive and an unexpected excitement began to embrace her.   She was helpless as she gazed at this large black head with wide white eyes. “Please, please don’t hold me this way.   I feel so strange and helpless.   My daddy would not like your holding me like this.” She pleaded.

“Shii, do not resist my affection my tiny white princess.   Your daddy knows I mean you no harm but he also knows that his daughters are going to be absorbed in black flesh.”   “What does that mean,” asked Jenny. “Your are too young at this moment to understand but soon you will experience joys that will fulfill your womanhood and introduction to African culture.” The African replied softly.   “Your father is passed out and your mother is between two thrusting black Africans. Your two sisters are presently being loved on by black Africans and are squealing with delight.   Indeed, it is time for you, the youngest, to be deflowered by an African man.   A very rich and black man I must add.”

“Please, don’t’ hurt me. I am too young to be taken by a man….let along, by such a dark black man.   You are so black that I am afraid of you,” Jenny protested.   As she muttered her feelings the herb began to render her helpless.   She then felt the strong arm of this black man pull her more tightly to his lap and her head began to tilt backward.

With a light motion he untied the two small bows to her dress top and lightly pulled it down.   Two young budding white breast appeared. Jenny, still in a trance,   offered no resistance. The black African became even more aroused and his large lips kissed down her neck and shoulder and began to kiss and suck on her breast. Her body tingled all over while goose bumps rose on her arms. Here she was with a jet-black skinned African kissing her chest as she sat straddling his lap. She felt helpless yet mesmerized by the touch of his maleness and blackness.

The black African then slightly pulled and raised Jenny from his lap while not taking his eyes off hers. Jenny was motionless with no expression except for her mouth partially opened. .   He held her back with one hand while his other hand slowly released his throbbing manhood from his shorts.   He then let Jenny back down on his lap.   Jenny did not have any panties on now so it was only moments before she felt his black cock rubbing against her young vagina.  It was warm and hard.

I stood there in the doorway almost in a trance myself.  Watching this black African cradling little Jenny was so eerie yet titillating.  I wondered if she really knew what was going on.  Perhaps she was indeed in a trance.

The African again massaged her breast..   Jenny was truly mesmerized and under his spell as she offered little resistance except to softly mutter, “please don’t.” The African replied,”relax girl, and let us bond together.   I want you to feel the joys of African manhood.   I offer no harm.” Jenny, although under his spell, was still frightened.   But the captive feeling of a black penis rubbing against her vagina lips along with the erotic feeling of being held by this black African was overcoming along with the high from the herb. She was too young for sex with a man this experienced and did not want to be deflowered by a black African yet her loins were afire and her juices flowing. She was shaking yet mesmerized.  

The black head of his penis had now found her entrance.   He guided it with his right hand and slowly pressed it softly until the head partially slid into her. Jenny was very wet and her juices soaked the head. With a small thrust, the African pressed the entire head of his black cock into her.   Jenny yelped and again pleaded, Noooo, pleaseee, nooo.   With her dress pulled up and two black arms holding her, the African slowly impaled a couple of inches of his blackness into her.   Her maiden skin was now broken.   Her eyes were still fixed on his yet as her protests grew silent and her eyes widened as she began to feel his black meat press further inside of her..  

The African pulled Jenny’s arms up around his neck and slowly laid back on the floor with her bare chest on his. Jenny was moaning as the African worked another inch of   black cock into her.The African’s thighs and legs were so black in contrast to the small white ass of Jenny.   Her small legs, with knees bent along with her feet dangling in the air.   That large black cock head stuck into her seemed too big to enter something so small. Jenny was squirming as he held her tight.   He placed his large black hand on her bottom. Another inch pushed into her. There was no escape from this lusting African now.

He pulled his cock out and slowly rolled her on her side.    The African then removed her dress as he removed his shorts. Now the two were naked on the floor.   He then held up her left leg with his hand while his Rolex adorned arm tightly held her back.   His black dick was even more erect as it again found her vagina lips.   He pressed the head in again as Jenny moaned. With each small stroke he pressed more of his black shaft into her. Jenny protested again,"please don't do this...it hurts and I'm afraid."

After a couple of minutes a third of his black dick was in her. Her small white body was held against his blackness by his muscular arms.  She began to feel split and impaled on his black manhood. In a daze, her eyes left his and began peeking over his shoulder as they sighted me in the doorway.   Her eyes had a pleading look seemingly wanting help.   The trance had worn off and reality had set in.   “Please help me mister, please,” she muttered. “Where is my daddy? I want my daddy,” she pleaded.  

As I started to approach them a black arm from behind grabbed me by the neck. “Leave them alone white man. Do not interfere or I will hurt you,” the large African growled.   “Now watch how a white girl enjoys being taken by a black man, whitey. His muscular arms held me as we stood in the doorway. I noticed how Jenny’s eyes become glassy again. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened. Her head slid from view as her frail white body was dwarf and covered by the large black man pressed against her.

The black African stroked a couple of more inches into her and now half of his black cock was in her moving in and out.   Jenny was moaning and grunting as she began enjoying such an erotic feeling.   The African was pleasured to the extreme and again found her small lips kissing them. His hand tightly held her bottom while he kept thrusting his blackness into her.  

The African rolled Jenny completely on her back with his arm around the back of her neck and his right hand tightly holding her bottom. His chest pressed her to the floor. Jenny was so small compared to this black African that only two small white legs were visible along with her frail white arms clinching to his neck.   Her small white legs were now quivering and her breathing was heavy. Her mouth was open as saliva dribbled from the edges.

The other African held me captive at the doorway. There was nothing I could do to aid Jenny. The black African on top of Jenny began jerking even more with her now completely under his thrusting blackness.   As she let out a loud moan the African covered her lips with his and his buttocks again pounded up and down.  He tried to hold back but the excitement of taking this small blonde beauty but was overwhelmed and his black shaft stiffened even more as he could no longer hold his jism from pouring into her.

Finally the African pulled his lips from hers and let out a tribal moan as he was about to spew his jism into her belly.   Although only half in her, Jenny felt his black cock swelling as it was splitting her bottom. Due to her smallness the African had mercifully not pressed all of his black shaft into her. He didn’t need to, her bottom was packed with black cock She was too small for more of his massive size.

His cock began to burst.    Jenny’s eyes grew wide and her mouth opened wide as she yelped out loud. Her body tingled all over with orgasms. The black African suddenly began spewing ounces of warm African cum into her belly as this small white girl looked like a ragged doll shaking in his clutches. His black arms clutched the girl as her two small white legs rose in the air shaking and then clasped his buttocks.    It seemed like he filled her with everything he had yet he still slowly pushed his black cock back into her for minutes afterward.   Slowly oozing every drop of African jism into her belly.  

Jenny now lay on the floor completely exhausted and full of African spunk.   Her frail little body was limp and her eyes were glazed over. She was so young and yet no longer a virgin. She was soaked from the African’s sweat and her loins were burning from the lust that had invaded her body. The African rose and left the room.

The African that was holding me released my neck and arms.   “Do not interfere white man. The girl is mine now,” he grunted.   As he released me he walked over to Jenny lying on the floor and placed himself on the floor next to her. He pulled Jenny’s small white legs up around his waist and released his black cock from his shorts.   With his left hand around her neck his right hand began to guide his hardened black manhood between her thighs.   Jenny pleaded, “please, don’t, I’m exhausted.   I don’t want another black thing in me….please.don’t, not now.”  

Her pleas fell on death ears as the African slowly pressed his blackness into her. Jenny’s vagina was lubricated from the spunk left in her by her previous captor so this black man’s cock slid in more smoothly. She quickly tried to push him away but as she did he grabbed her wrists tightly holding them to the floor while thrusting his black cock more deeply into her.   A look of fear and helplessness was all over her face.   Her baby blue eyes were wide and her lips quivering as she became impaled again on a black pulsating cock.   Weak from fear and being ravaged, Jenny slowly laid back on the floor.   She was no match for this muscular black man invading her body.  

The African chided her. “Just lay there little white girl and feel this throbbing black nigger dick in you.   I’m gonna fuck you, spew in you and there is nothing you or your daddy can do about it.   Both of your sisters and your mother are getting black African cock in them and they are squealing with delight.”

This African was not a gentle as the previous predator.   He wanted all of his black shaft in this girl as he began vigorously pressing more of his 9” hard dick into her.   Jenny felt pain again and yelped, “Oh no, please no, it is too big and is splitting me into. “Shut up girl and get use to it. You and your family are going to have black cocks in you all weekend.”

I stood at the doorway watching this tiny girl being ravaged by this black demon.   Her head bobbled up and down while her small white legs wiggled around the African’s buttocks.   She was pinned to the floor by his hands around her wrists.   Jenny was now groaning and sputtering as the charcoal black African was thrusting between her loins.   Her eyes were rolled back, mouth opened as sweat from the black man was dripping on her. “Oh my gosh….it hurts, but it feels sooooo good,” She moaned.

Her head rolled from side to side. Standing there I was astonished again as this jet- black buttocks pounded up and down while Jenny’s frail white legs shook in the air.   Another orgasm bolted through her body as her eyes grew wide again and her mouth sucked for air.   Then her legs clasped his buttocks as her small white wrists were still held tightly to the floor.

Almost all his black shaft was in her and so rigid that his cock was pulling her bottom off the floor as he grind it into her.   Mercifully, it only took a few more minutes.   The African could feel his cock swelling and wanting to burst.   He wanted so badly to spew into this pale white beauty and surrender her small frail body to deep black lust. Finally, as he could not hold it any longer, the African let out a cry, “Ohhhhh, I cums in you, I cums in you, baby girl feel my jism spew in you,” as he shook violently with his hard black cock buried deep in her.   Another almost not ending orgasm raced through her body as her mouth was sucked by his and she felt his jism exploding in her. He released her wrists and she grabbed his neck and her legs again rose in the air and shook.

With a final few thrusts, thousands of African tadpoles began spewing into Jenny’s belly.   Loads of African spunk began pouring out of her bottom.   Jenny’s eyes were again wide and glazed.   Her mouth quivering as her exhausted legs lowered to the floor. This little girl was again black fucked.   The black African just lay on top of her limp body as the room grew silent.   Jenny was almost passed out.  

Jenny had never felt anything like this.   She was disgusted from having sex with this charcoal black heathen yet she also felt more like a woman and was beyond sexually satisfied. As sickening the thought of being pressed against a black African, there was also something macabre and titillating about being truly blacked with his sperm filling and pouring out of her once innocent white loins.

What she did not know was that by tomorrow she would be under the breakfast table with that same charcoal black dick in her mouth.   Sucking more juices out of it as the African ate breakfast. Little Jenny along with her sisters and mother were going to be sexual slaves for the entire weekend.   Their white bodies would be black fucked and sodomized to where they would no longer think of ever being bedded by a white man.   Next weekend they would be separated and each driven to one of the black man’s home where they will be stripped and again have their legs split by black cock.

After all, their father had signed an eighteen month contract for over a million dollars. Now his wife and daughters will be slaves to black African lust.   Many black dicks would be spewing their loads in their little white bottoms and mouths. Two of the daughters were seeded and had black babies. One of the daughters later committed suicide. The Atkins family was truly torn apart. But then again, many white families were drawn into a black nightmare because of African lust and power over them.

There are other true episodes that I encountered during my tenure in Africa. Some are even more shocking. If there is interest from the readers, I will share them with you.

Africa was indeed a dark continent when I was there and from what I've been told by others that followed me.....it still is.

Me and Nate were reading a sex story about a teacher fucking her student after class. Nate told me to print it out cause he wanted to read it at home. He was saying that his computer at home is not working and need some relief at home, i laughed and said ok. As i was printing the story, my mom came barging into my room. I thought she went out for a bachorlette party of her friend's, and didn't notice that she got back home. She was wearing a long floral nightgown. She said hi to us and asked what we were doing. I quickly replied that we were printing out a term paper. She said alright, and snatched the paper from the printer. She said that she would look over it and proof-read it for us. I hinted a smell of liquor from her, may be from partying. She seemed composed, and then walked out of my room. I was then shitting in my pants, me and Nate was dumb-founded and was lost of words. Nate told me he had to go, i told him to wait. I am not going down for this by myself. Big mistake for letting him stay, you will understand as you read.

After a long five minutes, I hear my mom shouting for both of us to come into the living room. We both went in there with our heads down in shame. She asked "What the hell is this?" She threw the papers at us. There was silence in the room. She then said "You guys are supposed to do school work, but end up reading these nasty stories." She was saying that she expected better. Then she paused and said "If you guys want to see a naked lady, I will show you a naked lady." With that she reached for the bottom of her nightgown and started pulling it up. I reacted saying "Mom stop it!" But I saw Nate with a small grin forming on his face. By then the nightgown was by her mid thighs. She held it there when I yelled stop, but Nate said "Keep going, teach me a lesson Mrs. Veerma." My mom looked at me and told me to go to my room. I tried to protest, but she said "No buts, go to your room. Let this be a lesson for you to respect every women. Women aren't a piece a meat young man. Next time think of a women as your mother. Would you like your mother to be nude in front of your friend or anyone else? While you sit there, i am going to show your friend my body. Let this be a lesson!" I remember long ago my mom caught me drink out of my uncle's cup of whiskey. She then made me drink a least a quarter of the bottle straight, i was only twelve years old then. Since then i haven't drank liqour. She is now trying to teach another tough lesson by doing this to me. I couldn't believe Nate encouraged my mom and he gets to see her body and i get into trouble. I was feeling jealous and very upset, but felt my dick stiffening in my shorts. The thought of my prude and faithful indian mom being naked in front of my black friend, was very erotic. I stopped as i went upstairs to my room, and peeked downstairs and caught the whole scene unfold in front of me. I could also hear everything they were saying. 

The scene resumed were my mom's nightgown was by her mid thighs. My mom had a blank stare into Nate's face. Nate just smiled and said "Go ahead continue." I guess my mom was also shocked how Nate was reacting, he wasn't scared and seemed in control. My mom the broke of the stare, and continued pushing her nightgown higher exposing her panties and it went higher by exposing her flat tummy. Soon her black bra was showing. She had the nightgown over her head and had it bunched up in her hand. Nate said "Let me help you with that." He then grabbed the nightgown from her. He was now staring at my mom's body up and down. She had her eyes looking up to the ceiling in shame and disbelief. She was now standing half naked in front of a teenager, my best friend. At the time my mom was wearing a conservative pair of black panties and matching bra, but looked very sexy. We got to see an older lady semi-nude, but i never knew it would be my own mother. Nate remarked "Very nice, can you do a little spin for me?" My mom began to spin her body, Nate told her to stop when her ass was fully displayed for him. He said "wow". My mom now seemed comfortable in the situation and spoke "I guess you boys have your hormones running wild at this age." Nate said "I guess so, but you can teach me how to control it anytime Mrs. V." By then my mom turned back to reply to his smart comment and caught a glimpse of his raging hard-on through his shorts. It looked like a good 7 inches. My mom's face had distorted look. Nate caught her looking and felt more in control. The next thing he did, surprised me. He began to untie his shorts and pulled them down exposing his bare black cock. He kicked of his shorts and threw them on the floor with my mom's nightgown. He said "I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, by being naked all by yourself." At this point, they didn't know i was watching from up the stairs. My mom was staring hardcore into his meat, like she hasn't seen anything like it before. Nate started to move closer to my mom, as he moved his dick was wiggling up and down. My mom said "I think we should stop now, I wasn't going to get naked ." then moved back and sat on the cold coffee table. She was still glancing at his cock which is now directly eye level with her. He openly began to stroke his cock and playing with the head, as if he was trying to lure her with it. He asked "Is it big?, Is it bigger than your husband's?" My mom just looked at it and nodded her head yes. He laughed "I guess thats why he doesn't like me around here, he knows black guys got bigger ones." He then asked her about the bachorlette party she went to and if any male strippers came by. She replied yes there was one. Nate asked if the girls played the game with the whip cream. She said that all her friends played the game. Nate said "Thats a shame, do you guys have whip cream?" Mom said its in the fridge. Nate then quickly went into the kitchen and got the whip cream. I was confused at this point. As Nate shook the canister, my mom said "I should be going to my room now." But didn't get up and watched as Nate spread the whip cream all over his cock. He said " I bet you wanted to try it at the party, but was scared what people would think. Don't worry no one will know, here is your chance, go ahead!" Then he inched his whip cream covered cock to my mom's mouth. She took one look up at Nate towering over her and then her eyes were locked on his cock. My jaws dropped as i saw her open her mouth and began to take in his cock. My mom had his head in her mouth and you could hear the sucking noises. Nate was encouraging her on saying "Oh thats real good, keep sucking, take more. Taste good right?" My indian mom was sitting on the coffee table giving my black friend head. She grab hold of his hips and came closer to his groin, taking more of his meat. Her nose was now touching his pelvis and her chin touching his balls, my mom was deep-throating. Nate grabbed her hair with two hands and guiding her back and forth. She had all the whip cream wiped clean. She was coughing and gagging when she went deep, which made a build up of salvia around the cock. Her eyes were tearing from all the action. He pulled out and made her lick the tip of his dick. He said "Lick that shit, make it wet Mrs. V." She licked from the base to the head. His cock was really glistening. This went on for a solid five minutes. Then Nate stepped back and pushed my mom's shoulders back onto the coffee table. For a second, she was laying completely flat on the table. He wanted to fuck her! 

I know my mom wouldn't allow that to happen. She then got up halfway and said "I can't do this." Nate then scooped her off the table and placed her flat on the living room carpet. He said "Of course you can't, that must be a cold table and can get damaged from the action." My mom replied "No, its because i am married, its not right." Nate quickly replied "I just want to return the favor, a quick five minutes." He didn't wait for a reply and grabbed the waist band of my mom's black panties and pulled them off her hips. I noticed my mom raised her ass for him to do this. Both of them were naked from below the waist now and Nate had her panties in his hand. My mom was laying flat with her legs bent and knees touching, trying to prevent any exposure. He said "I just want to take a closer look and may be kiss it like you did to mine." My mom kept her mini protest saying "No, I can't, its not right." But Nate was focused and he parted her knees, it looked like my mom's words were being betrayed by her body. May be she was curious and excited as well. Nate lowered his head to my mom's mound and began to lick her twat! My mom closed her eyes and a moan escaped her lips. Nate was lapping her whole vagina and sucking on her clit. He used whatever he learned from porn on her. He never spoke about going down on a woman, but was going at it like a pro. He had my mom's head moving side to side in ecstasy. Then he started to finger her and asking "How does that feel?" No reply. He then began rubbing her clit and asked the same question after a minute. She was biting her lower lip and trying not to reply. He asked the same question again, this time in between licking her clit and pussy. She whispered "good". While he licked her clit, he was finger popping her. He then stopped and asked "How about the real thing?" He was pointing at his dick. My mom raised her head to look and see. She then put her head back down and said "This has gone to far, no more." He pleaded saying "I just want to put two inches inside, just to see how it feels, i am learning a lot, please it will be quick. I won't even move. Just two inches." She said "My husband is coming home soon from work and my son is upstairs, and its not right. I am not a cheat." Nate just said two inches. He grabbed the base of his cock and started to guide it towards her hole. She knew it was coming and said "Hurry then, and no moving, two inches only." His black meat entered her pussy. He said"Its soo wet, i think three inches went inside." He laughed and my mom broke his laughter and told him to pull out. He said hold on and started to jerk his hips back and forth a little. My mom said stop that. He teased her saying"Don't you want to feel the rest of me, i think i am seven inches. bigger than your husband's." She said "Your moving it, stop it please." But he kept on doing his mini strokes back and forth. He said "Just chill, take a deep breath, and close your eyes." She did as told, he then pushed his black ass deeper and his cock was balls deep in her. He held it there, my mom then opened her eyes in disbelief and then she rolled her eyes in pleasure. He asked "How is it?". She opened her eyes and remarked "Its so big." He then asked "Can i fuck you now?" She just nodded her head yes. He then began the assault on her pussy slowly, she mentioned to him to make it quick, cause I was upstairs and can't get caught for this. He was operating nice and slow, with his long strokes. I saw that this got my mom worked up, she was moaning from time to time. She peeked downwards to see his cock slide in and out of her, then she closed here eyes and bit her lower lip again. He made comments how good her pussy felt and is better than jacking off at home. I heard him saying that he always wanted to get in her pants and didn't know it was possible until now. He yelled "Fuck this feel to damn good, it feels like velvet glove on my dick. You one bad mama!" My mom told him to stay quiet and hurry. He replied "Make me, make me stay quiet. kiss me,kiss me now." He leaned in as his dick is in balls deep. She initially refused by turning her cheek. He then wrapped his arms around my mom's upper back, with that she looked at him. He then went to kiss her and she obliged. He was darting his tongue in her mouth and she accepted the offer. My dick was getting sore from watching this porno like action in my own living room. He motioned for her to flip over and now she was on top of him. When they changed position, his dick never slipped out of her, not skipping a beat. They also were making out as they changed position. She just sat on his entire dick, it was completely disappeared inside her. When he saw she wasn't moving, he grabbed my mom's two ass cheeks and began to squeeze them. He started to pump his meat at a fast pace. She was holding onto his chest for support and moaning a bit louder this time. 

I then heard the garage door opening, knowing well that it was my dad coming back from work! I had limited time to cover up what's going on. I then approached them, Nate saw me and stopped fucking her. My mom's back was towards me and didn't know i was there. She asked Nate "What's wrong, why did you stop?" Nate looked at me with a smile and said "Hey man, a nigga got to nut. Your mom is just helping a brother out. We cool right?" I said "Get up, my dad is home." By then my mom knew i was there and jumped of his dick. She try to cover up her bra covered tits and bare pussy. I saw sex juices around her inner thighs. He said "Oh shit, thanks man." He got up and took hold of my mom's forearm and lead her upstairs. All i saw was two half naked people running up the stairs, especially my trailing mother's ass jiggling as she ran. I thought to myself, what is he up to and shouldn't he try to get out. I then had to pick up the loose article of clothing they left behind. I picked up my mom's panties, his shorts,her nightgown,etc.. I made sure the area was clear of any suspicion by my dad. I don't think he would ever imagine his wife fucking a teenager in the middle of the living room. I retreated back to my room, before i entered i heard Nate. He said "Don't worry about him, he is cool with it. He helped us back there. Lets just finish." When i went in i saw Nate had my mom on the edge of my bed. He had her legs sprawled out and the tip of his dick entering her orifice once again. He placed a hand on my mom's chest to push her to lay down. He was in the middle of calming her down while getting another go at it. Her legs hanging of the bed. I think she was more worried about my reaction to all of this. How her slut like actions will result in me losing respect for her. For me, the jealousy was slowing fading away into pure lust. He saw me and said "I was just telling your mom that you are cool with it, and not to worry about you." He added "I am making sure she gets the relief she needs and gets the best." With that being said, he slammed his cock deep with her legs on his shoulders. She quickly grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. He paused to look at me, to see my reaction. I was thinking, why he thinks i am cool with all of this, and why is he thinking for me. He was lucky that, i also was horny from watching and not completely upset with him. Now my mom removed the pillow from her mouth and looked over at me as well. It seemed like they were trying to get consent from me. With all the thoughts going through my head and seeing the compromising position they were in. Their pelvis touching,my mom's legs in the air, his dick hidden in her womb. There wasn't any real need of my consent. I think my consent would calm my mother down and let her continue her interracial affair in peace. In my mind i wanted to see the climax and see this other side of my mother being unleashed. I then said"I guess continue what you guys started, just keep it low." He said "Thanks man, I owe you on." The door of my room was closed and i pulled my computer chair and sat. I watched as Nate took off his shirt and then pulled down the straps of my mom's bra. He told her to take it off. She reached behind and unclasped it. Both garments were on the floor now. By now i could see white stuff forming around his cock, it was coming from my mom. She was getting into it and was showing now. He was sucking on her tits and tweaking them. Her nipples became even more stiff. She told him NOT to stop. She would bite into the pillow from time to time. He was beating away his meat inside her. He made a sly comment "Sure beats jerking off at home, i got the real deal here." I couldn't sit back and take that comment, i told him "I guess i get to fuck your mother now?" He said "Yeah you wish, if she lets you." Not that i wanted too cause his mom is a bit out of shape. I think he got annoyed when i mentioned his mom, what a hypocrite. He said "Whenever i want to get my rocks off, i will just come here. Isn't that right Mrs. V? We will do this again and again." She just shook her head no. He stopped fucking her and asked "No?!" She pleaded for him not to stop. He said firmly "I ask again, I can come over and fuck you whenever?" As he waited for her reply, he moved and inch or two to remind her how good it felt. The vein of his dick must be pulse-sating inside of her, his think member teasing my mom. She then nodded yes. He asked "What does that mean?" She spoke "Yes yes.....come whenever."  Nate asked "To do what?" She continued "You can come whenever to fuck me, just fuck me now." He said "That sounds more like it, now shut up and kiss me." Her arms locked around his neck and both had tongues down their throats. She also wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in. Then a knock at the door. My dad spoke "What you doing? Where is your mom?" I told him she is still out. He asked to come in. I threw all their clothes into my closet. They had broken of the kiss but was still in braced. I instructed them to get inside the closet. Nate just simply bear hugged my mom and carried her over there. My mom holding on tight with her legs still wrapped around him. His cock still buried inside her. They sat on a pile of clothes in the closet. I closed the closet and let my dad in. He asked again what i was doing. I said"Oh nothing, just studying." He said "Alright, i think your mom may come home late. She hasn't gone out in a long time. Have some dinner. Oh and i think she forgot her cell phone." He asked if she called. I said "Oh yeah, she did. She said it would be late and not to wait up." He said that he is very tired, is gonna take a quick shower and sleep. He then exited, I locked the door behind him. I opened the closet door and both of them fell forward still kissing. Nate was on top of my mother pounding away. I said take it easy man. He broke of the kiss, saying "I am ready to nut man. Are you ready ma, are you ready to come?" Looking down at my mother, Nate took hold of both titties and pulling at her nipples. She said "YES YES, go ahead, i am ready!" He was banging harder than ever before, balls slapping noises filled the room. More white foam was gathering, my mom was certainly ready to come. I was worried if my dad could hear, but then i heard the shower running. I looked down and saw my mom coming. She had her eyes closed, toes curling,her hands clutching Nate's biceps,legs spreading wide and then closing. Her hips raised to met his hips. She was grasping for air. All she said was "oh shitt." I never really heard her curse before or imagined her fucking. Seeing is believing. Nate got the green light to come now. About two minutes later he said "Oh shit here it comes, ahhhhhhh!" He pulled out his dick and jerked his seed out onto my mom's stomach and tits. His sperm had the distance and was thick. He rolled over and lay by my mom. My mom looked up at all the gooey substance on her. She asked me for a towel. I had to give up my towel under the circumstances. She wiped her self down clean, the towel was very damp from their sex juices. Nate finally spoke "Damn mama, that was some good pussy you have there. I don't think i have any more man juice after that one." He laughed and said he could just fall asleep right there. My mom spoke with a surprising smile to her face "Just how old are you again?" He said "You know i am your son's age. But i had experience with my friend's white mom. Thats a long story and it all happened where i used to live." He added "I guess i get welcomed by the neighborhood moms." Me and my mom were shocked to hear of his experience, he never told me that before. May be he thought i would get offended and think he was coming onto my mom. Well there is no point now, he got into my mom's pants. Son of a bitch. The question remains, is this going to be a regular activity for the two. That question was soon answered. He got up and put on his clothes. He said "Its late, i gotta go. When are you free tomorrow?" He wasn't asking me, he was asking my mother. She looked up and replied "After four,why you ask?" He said "Cool, come over my place. No one will be home." He finished the sentence with a wink. My mom replied "Ok, i will come." Nate gave me a pound and said "And I will se you on monday at school." He left the room with swagger in his step, he knew that my mom's pussy was his for the taking. I had to confirm this and asked my mom while she was getting dressed. "Are you really going over his house tomorrow? You know what he wants right?!" She was pulling up her panties in front of me while her ass was facing me. She simply told me "You did a mistake today, then i made a mistake today. Now we have to pay for it. I don't want him telling your dad or anyone else about what happened today. That means i have to go there tomorrow and take care of business." I thought to myself pure bullshit. My mom loved every minute and wanted more. I could use this as blackmail down the road, so i stayed quiet as she left the room. This was her way of teaching me a lesson..........to be continued

I went to the bedroom and pulled a long sheer gown out of a bag and sandals. There was a bikini thong, black also and I slipped it on then the gown. MY hair was down on my shoulders and I put on Steve's favorite body oil musk. I came out and sat on the couch next to him, "So, what is the special occasion?" "Oh, a little surprise" he said kissing me. We relaxed and Steve put in a video but did not turn it on and then there was a knock on the door. "Go see who it is" Steve said. "Like this?" I laughed. "Yes" he said and slapped my botom and I walked to the door I opened it and Randall and Lynn wee there and smiled really big as I stepped back and let them in Lynn hugged me and said, "Damn girl, you are hot." Randall hugged me too, his cock growing as he did. He was hung at 8 inches and was growing and Steve smiled. "Come on in folks, have a cooler." He handed them both one and they sat on the couch across from us. I sat next o him my pussy soaking wet sipping another cooler.

"Let's watch a video" Steve said amd he turned it on. We all smiled as a well hung black man and his Asian wife came into a living room to greet a well endowed white woman wearing the outfit I had on. THey all sat drinking and soon the black man took the white woman by the hand and they danced to some slow music and the Asian woman sat next to the woman's husband and began stroking his cock. We all watched as the white woman and black woman lost their clothes and bega fucking like crazy and the Asian woman and white man did the same on the couch.

Steve got up and put on the same music and said the Randall, "Why don't you and Teresa dance a little, loosen up some." He reached out his hand and I got up and he took me in his arms. He is 6'3" and so his bulge was at the height of my chest and it was actually between my tits as we danced and I held him to me. His cock was hard and making me hotter than I was and we looked over to see Steve and Lynn almost naked on the couch, her tits over his face and filling his mouth as he sucked her nipples making her moan. I stepped back and dropped my gown to the floor and the thong next, Randall smiling and stepping to me and then I undid his pants and they fell to the floor. I moved his shirt up and he took it off and now we stood naked looking at each other and then he began dancing with me again. I slipped his cock between my tits and his pre-cum was getting on my tits. I found the head with my tongue and licked it clean.

Lynn spoke first, "Careful Teresa, he likes to ram the hell out of a pussy and he does it all night dear." I felt myself lifted off the floor and my lages wrapped around his hips, his cock driving into my pussy. "Oh yes, I love being fucked hard" I said to Lynn. "I like it slow and long" Lynn said. Steve smiled and said to her, "Good, I like it that way too." She swung her leg around and was on his lap and her pussy swallowed his cock 9 inches into her. She began riding him slow enjoying every inch of his hard cock. Now I was being lifted up and down on Randall's cock, each time pounding deep into my pussy and each time the speed building up until I shook with an orgasm that soaked his balls. He laid me on the matted cusion on the floor and spread my legs over his shoulders and began pounding harder and harder into me making me hae orgasm after orgasm then after I had about 5 he filled my pussy with the most cum anyone ever has. He kissed me and then said as he drew out his still hard cock, "Over on your knes."

I rolled over and he drove it into my pussy from behind and began grabbing my hips, pulling me onto his hard cock driving faster and faster as he did. I was being fucked by a ram rod and was screaming as he drove into me. I don't know how long or how many orgasms I had but he filled me again. I laid on my stomach and expected him to slip out but he didn't. Lynn said, "He is like the rabit on TV, he goes all night I told you. That was the beginning of the night. The rest was even more cum filled and I will write about it later.

If this was all there was to this story however, I wouldn't be writing it and you wouldn't be reading it. Our lives were changed completely one Sunday night last fall.

It was around 10PM on an ideal fall night, the air had that crisp, fresh feeling and we had opened the windows to let it blow through the house. Our daughter was asleep upstairs and we had retired to the bedroom, hopefully for a little late night loving before we drifted off to sleep. After a few minutes of the standard 'been married forever' foreplay, we got into the missionary position and began to make love slowly. It seemed so quiet and peaceful we were hardly moving, both just slowly pressing against each other with our eyes closed, savoring the feeling of the breezes blowing across us and the feel of each others bodies.

We had been making love for about 5 or ten minutes when suddenly I had an incredibly strong hand reach around my head and clamp itself over my mouth. As my eyes flew open, I saw another hand cover my wife's mouth as well. Before I could react, I was forcibly pulled from on top of my wife and flipped onto my back next to her. At this point I got my first look at the intruders. Standing next to our bed were three of the largest black men I had ever met in my life.

The first man, holding his hand over my mouth, was at least six feet tall and fairly light skinned. He was wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed his well-muscled frame.

The second man, who was holding my wife's mouth, was just a little shorter than the first, more compact and muscular, and wore the same jeans and T-shirt.

The third fellow was standing by the foot of the bed with a slight smirk on his face. This man was truly frightening, and not just because of the semiautomatic pistol he was holding. He was at least 6'6", probably about 250 pounds, and every ounce looked to be muscle. His skin was dark as coal and his hair was shaved so low that he looked almost bald. He wore a tank top and a pair of baggy shorts, both white, which made him look even darker. In the brief moments before he spoke his size and hard look reminded me of an NFL linebacker.

"Well boys, I think we hit the jackpot!", he said.

In my mind I registered surprise that he spoke with almost no dialect. In my limited experiences with blacks they had usually been hired yard workers who almost seemed to speak another language.

"No shit Lamar, looks like we're going to have a party!", said the one holding my mouth,

"You think the lady wants a REAL man Bobby?"

"I think we need to find out Skate," said the man holding my wife's mouth.

"It sure looks like her man can't give her what she needs!"

They all started laughing and I realized it was my rapidly shrinking cock they were laughing at. While I am not small, just around seven inches, and according to my wife very thick, at this moment the fear in my belly was causing me to shrink up like I had been dunked in ice water.

Lamar came around to my side of the bed and pressed the muzzle of his gun to my head.

"Why don't we just move you out of the way little man." he said as he dragged me off the bed by my hair and dropped me against the wall.

"Now before we get started, lets set some ground rules, you're going to take good care of us bitch, make us real happy or your little man here gets a new hole in his head!", he snarled at my wife.

My wife just stared at him, her eyes wide with fear.

"Do you understand bitch?" he almost whispered in a deadly voice.

My wife's eyes looked at me, and then at the ceiling and I realized she was thinking about our daughter asleep upstairs. After a moment her head nodded.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear," Lamar said,

"now no screaming or yelling cause it will go bad for your hubby here." He waved the gun at Bobby who was holding my wife down, and he slowly uncovered her mouth and released her.

"Bobby, you go first, then Skate," he said,

"judging by the little man here, you'll need to get her ready."

They all laughed and my guts twisted a little as I hoped that didn't mean what I thought it did. As my wife lay flat on the bed, Bobby began to strip off his T-shirt revealing his rock hard chest and stomach muscles. Next he kicked off his shoes, and then undid the clasp of his jeans and slid them down his legs. When he stood back up his half hard cock sprang out. At that moment I was afraid for my wife. Bobby's cock was only half hard and had to be at least 9 inches long and probably two inches thick. I could see Ann just staring at his dick and as he reached for her she let out a slight whimper.

"Come here baby," Bobby said as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed and onto her knees in front of him.

"Suck my dick!" he commanded.

I watched as my wife cast a fearful glance at his awesome cock then looked over at me.

"Now!" shouted Lamar who pressed the gun harder against my head, "and do it good."

Ann looked at me with pain in her eyes then turned back to that chocolate colored flesh stick bouncing in front of her face. I watched with horror as her little hand moved slowly up to wrap itself around that cock. She leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly and began to suck on the massive head.

"Oh yeah, that's the way bitch," moaned Bobby, who's cock began to swell, growing to at least 11 terrifying inches and thickening even more in the process. Ann continued to suck on the head and began moving her small white hand back and forth slightly on that dark shaft. As she did Bobby reached his hands up and grabbed her head.

"You're going to have to do better than that!", Bobby grunted as he began to force his cock forward.

Ann tried to pull back but his hands held her head tightly, and that massive cock began to slide deeper into her mouth. Bobby pushed almost three inches of cock into my wife while her mouth stretched impossibly wide and her lips slid down that long shaft. He began to fuck in and out of her mouth, his now glistening shaft sliding deeper and deeper with each stroke until almost five inches was fucking in and out of my wife's mouth.

Bobby was breathing harder and my wife was making low, almost grunting noises as his cock hit the back of her throat. I watched with disbelief as my wife took that massive member in her mouth, thinking about all the times she said my cock was too big, that it made her jaw hurt to blow me. As Bobby fucked my wife's mouth he began to take small steps backwards until Ann was leaning forward on her knees and would have fallen on her face were she not impaled by his shaft. Bobby pulled his cock almost completely out of her mouth and pushed it forward again, this time with force. When his cock hit my wife's throat he kept pushing and it began to slide even deeper.

Ann began to struggle as she felt his cock start into her throat, making choking noises and trying to push him away with her small hands. But that cock kept coming, and kept sliding in until only two inches of Bobby's eleven inch cock was still outside of Ann's mouth.

"Man, your wife sure can suck cock!" laughed Bobby looking at me and ignoring my struggling wife.

I felt almost sick as I watched, knowing that my wife always had said she couldn't deep throat me because I was too big. And here she was with nine inches of black cock down her throat. Bobby began to pull out again, allowing Ann a gasping breath before he shoved it back again. He established a rhythm, literally fucking my wife's face with his black cock sliding in and out of her throat. He began to pant, his thrusts becoming more rapid, his massive cock pistoning in and out of my wife who knelt almost passively now, her eyes closed, saliva dripping from her bottom lip.

"Oh god, I gonna cum! Swallow it all bitch!" he shouted, and forced his dick into my wife all the way, the last two inches sliding into her mouth and her nose pressed into his scrubby pubic hair. He shuddered and I could tell he was shooting his load down Ann's throat. As if on cue, I could see her throat begin swallowing, trying to take all his spunk before she drowned in it. Bobby continued to cum for almost 30 seconds, his cock buried to the hilt in my wife's mouth, until at last he shuddered and slowly pulled it out. As his cock left her throat Ann took one shuddering gasp and collapsed onto the floor, panting and choking.

"No bitch ever sucked my cock like that! You are one lucky dude!" Bobby laughed, winking at me as he pulled his clothes back on.

As he dressed, Skate went around the bed and grabbed Ann's collapsed body and easily lifted her and threw her onto the bed on her back. She just laid there in a daze as he stripped off his clothes, pulling down his pants to reveal a cock the equal of Bobby's in length but probably three inches in width. Underneath that impossibly large cock were a set of balls that had to be seen to be believed. The swung low in his sack and looked like two extra large eggs swinging back a forth as he moved.

Skate got onto the bed and walked on his knees over to Ann and grabbed one of her tiny ankles in each massive hand. He yanked her legs apart and pushed them back until they were directly above her shoulders, her ass lifted slightly off the bed and her pussy lips parted and her tight pucker anus winking below. Looking between her legs, I could see that she was still glistening with wetness despite the fifteen minutes she had spent with Bobby.

"Look, she's still wet and ready!" said Skate,

"Guess she likes it from real men!" he said leering at me.

As I looked at that huge black fuck stick pointing at my wife's tiny pussy I was almost glad she was still wet, but part of me wondered why. Skate move forward and pressed the massive head of his black cock against my wife's pussy and pressed forward, but it slipped away, unable to gain entry. He tried twice more without success.

"Bobby, hold her legs for me, this is a two hander." he called out.

Bobby, who had dressed by now, crawled onto the bed and knelt by my wife's head, taking her legs from Skate and holding them wide. Skate, his hands free, reached one hand down aiming his cock at my wife's tiny hole and pressed forward. Ann's pussy lips were mashed to the side and the head of that cock moved forward, seeking entry. Once he had the tip of his cock lodged in her, Skate took his hand away, leaned over my wife, and mercilessly shoved forward with all his strength. Ann, who until this point had lay on the bed as if unconscious, suddenly came to life. Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened into a high-pitched scream, so high it was almost inaudible. Skate laughed, drew back, and shoved forward again, now forcing six inches of his cock into my wife.

From my vantage point I could see his cock sticking out of Ann's pussy like a baseball bat. Her pussy lips had been forced inside of her by the size of cock and her thighs were quivering. Skate began to stroke his cock in and out of Ann's pussy, going slightly deeper with each stroke. Ann was now whimpering and tossing her head side to side as he fucked her. I watched for the next two minutes as that huge black cock slid in and out of her, now coated by her juices, going deeper with each stroke until all eleven inches were buried in her. Skate's huge balls were slapping against my wife's asshole as he deep stroked her, pulling his cock out until I could see the head, then slamming it back in to the hilt. The scene was unbelievable, my wife, who had always said my cock was as big as she could handle, was taking this black man's huge cock completely into her body.

What was truly incredible though was what happened next.

Ann stopped whimpering, and then, very quietly began moaning! She was being raped by this horse cock and enjoying it! Skate waved to Bobby, who let Ann's legs go. Skate then leaned all the way over her body with her feet trapped on his massive shoulders.

"Guess she needed a real man after all!" Skate said looking over at me with a big smile.

Then he went to work, pile driving that huge cock of his in and out of Ann's doubled over body. The only sound in the room was Skate's panting, the slapping of his huge balls against her asshole, and my wife's increasing moans. Soon my wife began to thrust her hips back up to meet his thrusts, their bodies slamming together violently, his huge cock forcing itself in and out of her widely stretched pussy. And then Ann began to cum, a low, continuous moan that built to a scream issued from her open mouth. Her arms reached up and tried to wrap around Skates body but could only barely touch his back. I could see my wife's pussy begin to pulse and the added lubrication allowed Skate's cock to slide even faster in and out of her. I watched, horrified, as Skate's balls tightened up as he prepared to come. Then he leaned down and pressed his black lips over my wife's mouth, and with a deepening sickness I watched her suck his tongue into her mouth. This seemed to be all Skate could take and he slammed into her one last time, buried his cock to hilt, and held it there as he shot his load.

Ann, who had had at least two orgasms, screamed out as she felt his hot sperm shoot into her, and began to cum again, thrashing and moaning, her little white body squirming, pinned underneath this huge black man. They laid like that with Skate's cock buried to the hilt in my wife for almost a minute, then he leaned up and began to slide that cock from her pussy. As he pulled it out Ann whimpered for him to keep it in, until the head left her pussy with a pop.

I almost tossed cookies right there as I looked between her legs at her pussy, stretched, and gaping wide, thick globs of sperm flowing out and dripping across her asshole onto the bed. Everyone was silent, except for Ann who continued to moan quietly, as Skate got off the bed. Finally Lamar broke the silence.

"Bobby, come here and keep an eye on this guy, it's time for the main event!"

They traded the gun, and while Bobby kept it pressed to my head, Lamar knelt in front of me.

"Seems like you wife likes a little dark meat doesn't it?" he said, his teeth flashing in a big smile.

"Guess you just haven't been man enough for the little slut."

I really just wanted to crawl away and die at this point. My wife was a slut. She was being raped by three hugely hung black men and loving it.

"Well, like I said, time for the main event," said Lamar,

"After this your little slut won't be able to sit for a week."

It took a moment for me to realize what he meant. He was going to fuck my precious little wife in the ASS!

Standing right in front of me, Lamar began to strip off his clothes. I could see from the bulge in front of his shorts that he was already hard. Unfortunately for my wife I was wrong. When he pulled down his shorts, a coal black cock sprang out and almost hit me in the face. Lamar was hung like no man I had ever seen or heard of before. His cock was as big as Bobby's was when hard, and Lamar was only just now beginning to swell. I could barely tear my eyes away from it and look up at his face. Lamar could see the fear in my eyes and laughed.

"Hope your little wife is ready for this, because if she isn't, I'm going to split her in two." he said, turning away from me and kneeling on the bed.

While everyone was busy Ann had laid sprawled on the bed, her hand now buried between her legs, busily frigging her clit while she gasped, oblivious to what was coming (so to speak).

"Skate, come over her and hold her!" Lamar commanded.

Skate got back on the bed by Ann's head and Lamar handed her legs to him. He stretched them back until her knees were touching the outside of her shoulders, her ass lifting off the bed. Bent like this her asshole winked at me, lifted up and pointing right at Lamar. Lamar paused for a moment, pulling on his shaft as it hardened and lengthen to at least 14 inches and thickened until it looked to be about 3 1/2" inches across.

He then spit on his hand and rubbed it on the head, coating it. Looking at me, he winked, then moved forward. As I watched I almost yelled a warning to Ann, who was busily trying to catch Skate's still slimy cock in her mouth. But watching her sluttish actions I decided she was going to get what she deserved. Lamar settled in front of Ann's ass, and brought the head of that massive cock up and pressed it against her asshole. Finally Ann realized what was happening and looked down at Lamar and the massive jet black cock about to sodomize her.

"NO!, nobody does that!, STOP IT!, I'll do anything you want!", she began to babble.

"That's right, and this is what I want!", replied Lamar coldly.

Ann continued to beg him not to do it, so Lamar calmly took one hand and placed it over her mouth, and with the other he steadied that cock and began to press forward. As he pressed against her sphinchter, Lamar's cock seemed to do nothing but press her asshole away from him, that whole area of her body pressing inward without any penetration. Lamar pressed harder, and still nothing.

"Guess you're not much of a backdoor man are you?" Lamar said to me,

"She's still tighter than shit! Bobby, go into the bathroom and get something to grease her up with, he ain't going to move."

Bobby stuck the gun and his pants and walked into the bathroom where I could here him rummaging around. While we waited Lamar just stared at me and I listened to Ann struggle and her muffled pleading. When Bobby returned he tossed a small jar of Vaseline we had in the bathroom over to Lamar and returned to guarding me. Lamar caught the jar with one hand, leaving the other on Ann's mouth, and placed it on the bed beside him.

"Just what the doctor ordered." grunted Lamar.

He dipped his fingers into the jar and took out a large glob which he coated his now throbbing member with. He stuck his fingers in again, coating them up, then leaned back. Sticking his hand out he placed a single greasy finger against Ann's asshole and turned to look at me as he suddenly shoved it all the way in. Ann let out a muffled scream which Lamar ignored as he pulled his finger out and shoved it right back in, wiggling it to grease up her asshole. He then pulled out and scooped up more vaseline, then placed two fingers against her asshole and jammed them in without warning. Again Ann screamed, though with less conviction this time. After working his fingers in and out of her anus for a few seconds Lamar removed them and moved forward again to press his cock against her asshole.

"Get ready honey, cause here it comes!" he said to Ann with a viscous grin on his face.

He pressed forward, and this time Ann's anus began to open as his greasy cock began to force its way in. Lamar continued to press in until half of the head of his cock had spread open Ann's clenching anus. Ann was crying and thrashing and had managed to work her hands down and was futily pushing against Lamar's muscled stomach.

"Relax honey, you're going to enjoy this!" he said.

Then with a flex of his huge buttocks he speared into Ann's asshole. My stomach flipped as Ann let out a long muffled scream, her hands and body twitching. Lamar paused for a moment and I could see the head of his cock lodged in my wife's asshole, the other 13 inches looking like a long black log sticking out of her. Lamar scooted his knees forward, then with another flex, shoved six inches of massive cock into Ann's bowels to the accompaniment of another muffled scream. He brutally ignored her and began to saw in and out of her ass, slowly working another 3 inches of cock in. By this time he was working up a sweat.

"Man, busting your wife's ass cherry is hard work!", Lamar said to me with a grin,

"This would have been a lot easier if you had been doing you job."

With that he turned back to Ann, whipped his cock completely from her ass then plowed back in to the hilt. Ann screamed as if she were dying and seemed to faint, going completely limp. Lamar took advantage of this and removed his hand from her mouth, steadied himself on both hands and began to brutally saw in and out of Ann's ass. He used full strokes of his massive cock, pulling out until only the head was in, then slamming back in to the hilt, pressing his balls against her flesh. He continued to piston her ass for almost two minutes when Ann began to move again. Her hands which had been laying limp at her sides began to move up across her body, one hand grasping her left breast and the other moving down to her empty pussy. As Lamar brutally sodomized her she began to pinch her nipple and frig her clit, small gasps coming from her mouth each time Lamar slammed it home.

I watched transfixed as my wife was ass fucked, sodomized by this strange black man's massive cock, and loved it! She began to grunt words as he ass fucked her.

"Fuck my ass!

Fuck me in the ass!

Hurt me!"

I couldn't believe it. She would never let me do this and here she was getting off on it from a stranger with the cock the size of a horse.

"Looks like your wife is a real ass slut. Guess she loves it in the ass!" grunted Lamar as he continued to ass-fuck my wife.

He was now pulling his cock completely out of her ass before slamming it home, forcing her sphincter open with each stroke. And Ann loved every inch of it. She began to moan that she was cumming, the only intelligible sounds coming from her mouth. Lamar picked up the pace even more, his glistening jet black cock a blur as he pistoned it in and out of my wife's asshole. Finally after ten minutes of this, during which Ann came almost continuously, Lamar's strokes began to get erratic and his balls tightened.

"I'm busting my nut in your wife's ass!" he panted and buried it to the hilt and held it.

I could see the base of his cock start to pulse as he shot his load into my wife's bowels.

"You're cumming in my ass! Shoot your cum in my ass!" Ann managed to gasp out, then her whole body was racked by another orgasm. It was over and Lamar leaned up, and suddenly whipped his cock out of Ann's ass.

"Look at this little man, I'd let you do her now, but I don't even think you'd touch the sides!" he laughed at me, still holding Ann's legs so I could see her asshole. Her asshole was gaping hugely open, Lamar's cum flowing freely out of it and running down to stain our bed. Leaving Ann lying on the bed in a heap, they dressed, took all the cash I had, some jewelry, silverware, and left.

They were probably so tired they never even went upstairs where my daughter was. Ann didn't look me in the eye for almost a week (she didn't sit either). We are still married, although things will never be the same. For one thing I don't take NO for an answer.

The End

Let me know what you think of this story.

Posted by: chasendragons

E-mail: chasendragons@yahoo.com

 

I was in my new college apartment maybe three days when Tyrell called and wanted to come over and say hi and hang out. When he got there, we sat and talked a while and decided to have a few beers. Well Tyrell is a complete light weight and after like four beers, he was feeling happy. Not only was he feeling happy, but he started being very blunt. He just flat out told me that he was gay and that Jason had told him about our secret fun. Then he wanted details, so I decided to humor him and said, "well there’s not a lot to tell, it’s pretty basic, he comes over, we get naked, I suck his cock, and then we have sex." He seemed to be getting mildly aroused and said, "tell me more." I too was starting to feel the effects of the beer and I just let it all out and said,"well I am totally different when I am with him, I become his whore and I wear panties for him and I suck his dick as many times as he likes and I let him give me facials, you know, stuff like that." That seemed to really get him hot and I could see a bulge forming in his pants. I was getting pretty horny myself and slut mode kicked in. I smiled and pointed at his crotch, and said, "getting kinda happy there aren’t you." He laughed and said, "yeah I got that way after envisioning you in

 

some pretty pink panties." Without any hesitation, I stood up and dropped my shorts, revealing to Tyrell that I was actually wearing some pretty pink panties. His eyes damn near bulged out of his head when he saw that and he said, "man I know some brothers that would love to get some of that, including me." I looked at him with a smirk and said, "oh really, including you huh? And who are these other guys?" And he said, "just some of my homey’s that I know, and yes that includes me." Before I could even respond he said, "would you ever consider being with a black guy, or black guys?" I thought for a sec and told him that I would as long as they were hung, because I have never had an actual big dick in my mouth or ass, but the dildo I have was patterned after a black porn star. He smiled real big as he stood up and dropped his pants, and out popped the biggest, most beautiful black cock I had ever seen. He took it in his right hand and said, "is that hung enough for you?" I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, so I just nodded my head yes.

He started to walk towards me and when he got to me, he put his arms around me and started to feel and rub on my ass. Then he whispered in my ear, "I want you," with that the slut within me came into full swing and I immediately hit my knees and took his huge man meat in my mouth. I took as much as I could and sucked it furiously, stopping occasionally to give it a good licking and jack him off some. It was such a great experience, I was in love with huge black cock and loved having one in my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Tyrell shot a huge load down my throat and I loved every second of it. When I was done Tyrell looked down at me and said,"so, how was it?" I just smiled and said, "it was great, I loved every second of it." He seemed pleased by my response and asked, "what would you say if I asked you to be my little whore from now on?" I thought for a minute and said, "what would that mean exactly? Like what would you expect from me?" Then he told me that it would mean regular sex and blow jobs for him and his friends and me doing whatever he and they wanted. I loved the idea of being a dirty little whore for a bunch of black guys, so I agreed to be his whore, starting right then. I was good at it and played the part well, after he stood there a few minutes talking to me, I saw that his cock had become hard again, so I said, "I want you to fuck me daddy," and he complied, he had me on all fours, just ramming the hell out of my ass, and it was absolutely wonderful. After he was done with me, he had to go and informed me that I would be having some visitors coming by soon.

 

to be continued....

She had picked the wrong day to fuck with him. Dave was already in a bad mood to begin with. It was Monday, and Mondays were always the worse days for paperwork. Paperwork gave him the biggest headaches. She’d also done something else far too inappropriate to ignore.

“Lawanda,” blurted Dave, “you nearly caused a patient to expire! You have to be careful not to get the patients aroused with your sexual behavior in the intensive care ward!”

Lawanda flashed a wry smile. She looked at him and said, “I know. But doctor, I was only taking the patients…temperature.”

Oh, please! How corny can you get, thought the doctor.

“Taking care of the human body is a form of art. You cannot go around jamming your thermometer up everybody’s asshole.”

“The patient took my skirt and lifted it above my ass. I guess he was trying to see if I was wearing my panties.”

“Oh, he was taking a liberty?”

“No, he was taking a risk,” said Lawanda.

It seemed like Dave was starting to calm down. She could swear she heard a little bit of a laugh in his last statement and his tone seemed to soften.

Then he said, “Did he find out?”

Lawanda looked over her shoulder and made eye contact for the first time. “Find out what?” she asked.

“If you were wearing panties.”

Lawanda was a slut. She knew flirting when she saw it. Dave was flirting with her without a doubt so she answered by grabbing hold of her skirt and lifting it up.

The doctor gritted his teeth. He leaned forward towards her tight, black ass and the sexy, white, laced panties that it was wrapped in, and then he stood and moved extremely close behind her.

Lawanda’s heart was pounding with excitement. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. Tingles filled her body.

She felt the bulge poking her rear end, and then Dave’s warm breath as he said, “Those aren’t regulation panties.”

“I know, but these are the only clean panties I have with me. I’ve been pulling a double shift. I’ve been here all night long, so when the sun came up, I decided to sneak away to the ladies room in these panties.”

Lawanda handed him the pair of underwear that she had been wearing when she went to the restroom to masturbate. Their bodies were pressed tightly together so all she had to do was hand them over her shoulder.

The doctor accepted them, stuffed them into his nose, and took a long hard sniff. The scent of wet cunt filled his head. He was now consumed with lust and Lawanda felt his cock pushing harder into her back even though Dave hadn’t moved any closer to her. His cock was getting harder.

He bit the panties and then spit them out of his mouth. He started kissing Lawanda’s neck and ears and then grabbed her face, pulled it around and shoved his tongue deep in her mouth.

They separated and Dave started feeling her up. He squeezed her tits like he was trying to extract liquid from them, then he slid his hands up and  down her body finally coming to rest on the thin layer of material separating his hands from her pussy.

“Oh, doctor,” Lawanda hissed.

He spun her around. He raised her skirt and grabbed two hands full of soft, fleshy ass. Still, Lawanda could feel his cock stiffening some more. But now it was pressing into her crotch, right where she liked it.

He grabbed the top of her head, applied about fifty pounds of pressure, and Lawanda happily dropped to her knees. He undid his pants and pulled out a rock-hard dick.

It was beefy with veins bulging everywhere and it was bobbing and waving just a couple inches from her face. It was like the bait tempting the fish. Lawanda took the bait.

She wet her lips, spread saliva all over the pulsing cock head, and then started sliding it into her mouth. She went a little deeper each time until she had stretched her mouth to its limits.

There was still about half his cock left out of her mouth, so she used her hands to force feed it deeper inside. Repeatedly, she shoved inches of stiff, white dick as deep as it could go as she listening to Dave moaning his approval.

In fact, she was doing such a good job that he had to stop. He was getting close to popping in her mouth, which was a good thing, but not before he had a chance to get in her pussy.

He helped her to her feet and then helped her out of her clothes. She had small tits with really big nipples. Her body was slender, but she had plenty of curves in all the right places. Dave was using his hands and mouth to get familiar with as many of those curves as he could.

The only thing left on her body was her sexy panties, which—now that her uniform was gone—the doctor could see was actually part of a lingerie set. Everything was laced and the panties hooked to the stockings with straps.

The see-through laced shirt had the bra built into it. They had pulled the straps off her shoulder so her tits could be out, but other than that, they didn’t bother taking anything else off.

The doctor motioned for her to stand facing the wall. He made her lean over a bit so he could have better access to her pussy.

He moved her panties out of the way and started sliding his cock around her pubic area trying to find the hole. Wow. She was really soaked down there. This woman was dying for a dick in her right now.

As soon as his cock touched her pussy, it slipped right in with very little resistance. Her juices spilled all over his cock, leaving it saturated in a bath of heat and wetness that made his lust for her grow.

He began thrusting into her. Lawanda was thrusting back. “Oh, yeah, give it to me,” she said.

After a while, the doctor pulled out and sat in his chair. He moved away from the desk so they’d have more room to work with.

Lawanda sat on his cock facing away from him. She started bouncing on his meaty shaft.

Dave noticed immediately that she was ten times better when she was on top. She would bounce on him, then grind on him, and then lean forward with her elbows on her knees and do a combination of grinding, bouncing, and dancing that drove him nuts. He had never seen anything like this from white women. On top of that, she was giving him the dirty talk and it was making him want to nail her some more.

As she rode him—and now that he’d gotten his second wind—he began to mirror her movements. Later he just started thrusting lustfully into her. Eventually his thrusts were coming so hard that they were lifting her off his lap so she got up.

Dave got up with her. He reached for the back of her head and guided it so far down that she almost fell over.

Her legs were spread wide apart. He had a perfect path to her sweet hole. He slipped into it and continued pounding her like the whore she was.

He could feel an orgasm coming. He needed it badly, but he wanted to pop on her tits and look her in the eyes as his seed soiled her body.

He made her lie on the desk. He took his shirt off. He was back in her hairy twat seconds later.

The only thing on his mind was releasing that built up anxiety. He couldn’t wait to drench her in his fluids.

His hands gripped firmly around Lawanda’s tits. She was moaning and screaming and egging him on.

The tingles in his cock intensified. He felt the burning of hot semen coming up his shaft. He let out a loud moan.

He pulled his cock out, grabbed it from the bottom, and started stroking it frantically.

He pointed it at her tits, but just like many other men in Lawanda’s sex life, his aim was horrible. A little landed on her tits, but the majority landed on her shoulder blade. Neither of them cared though. They were satisfied, tired, and spent.

Lawanda used the napkins on the doctor’s desk to clean up and then she went to the dressing room. There were at least a half dozen black nurses having a conversation about the new white woman with the nice ass and how she’d make for a good dancer (most of the nurses made extra money on the side as dancers).

She joined in the conversation like nothing had happened, but she couldn’t help but wonder how many of the other nurses had been fucked by Dave.

They chatted with the white girl. She seemed to be cool with it, but it was obvious that she didn’t have much experience dancing.

The other girls worked with her, and when they’d gotten her bent over a toilet shaking her ass, someone else came in. Lawanda didn’t know who he was, but she’d seen him around and she knew enough about him to know that he ranked pretty high around there.

Lawanda was one of the last people to leave. She looked over her shoulder as she left out the door.

The white girl was still shaking her ass over the toilet seat. She was wearing headphones so she’d have some music to work with. The radio was up loud so she had no clue that all the girls were gone and the only person left was a large black man gawking at her ass.

Lawanda chuckled and shook her head. She knew what about to happen. She just wished she could be a fly on the wall so she could watch.

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Maria was there again. We went through the same motions again. She had learned a little. This time, during her dance, she got down on her knees and played with my dick through my pants. I started to unzip. She immediately stopped me by climbing on my lap. She wiggled around some more and still played coy with her pussy. On the third trip, I finally got her to show me her pussy. She briefly showed me two plump bare pussy lips. When I reached out, she quickly hid her pussy.

I sloid my finger along her slit, through her panties. "Maria, I want some of this" I told her. "You want some panocha?" "Yes" I replied. She shook her head. "We no do this here, you want panocha, we go somewhere else". I made arrangements to meet her after shift. She met me outside work and had me drive her to a shitty looking apartment complex. Upstairs, she had a small one bedroom apartment.

There wasn't any real furniture to speak of. A few broken pieces, and a mattress in her room where she had us undress. She wanted to be in control and lowered herself on to my dick. "Ohhh" she moaned as she took me in her. She put her tiny hands on my shoulders and worked her hips.

I squeezed her tits, then caressed her body. I wanted another position, and we sort of wrestled until I got her on all fours. I grasped her tiny hips and pounded her until I came. I layed next to her. "You like?" she asked. "Oh yeah", I told her. Then we laid there quietly. I must have dozed a bit because I was only aware of a door closing. I opened my eyes to see a girl standing in the bedroom dorway. She looked like Maria, but much younger. Mama?" the girl asked, a very confused look on her face. Maria got up and ushered the girl away from the room.

I got up and got dressed. I walked into the next room. Maria was in the kitchen, wearing a T shirt. The girl smiled at me in a polite, but quizzical way. She was a cutie, having all of her mother's beauty. I went into the kitchen and discreetly paid Maria. I didn't see her again for a week.

This time, she managed to get off of work early. We went to her place again, this time for a longer sex session. We were dressed when the girl came in. Maria introduced the girl as her daughter Anna. She was twelve, stood four six, and had little bumps on her chest that I imagined were like her mother's. I told Maria that I thought Anna was pretty and I'd like to take pictures of her at my studio. I offered Maria the same rate I paid her for sex. Maria lit up and we made arrangements to have Maria bring her to my studio the next afternoon.

Actually, I only dabbled in photography, but I was renting the studio for next to nothing. I had shot a couple of models in a couple of close to proffesional shoots, so I had some ideas when Maria and Anna arrived. The studo has three sets, one looking like a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. I had Anna come in the door leading to the living room, where appearing as if she just came from school, I had her strip down to her underwear. Then I had her go to the dressing room and put on a sheer babydoll nightie. I next posed Anna in the kitchen where I had her pretend to be thirsty and do several cleaning tasks after pretending to spill water. Next, I had her put on a black nightie, and posed her in the living room, pretending to read and watch TV. Finally, I had her put on a two piece blue nightie and prepare for bed in the bedroom. The climax came when I had her start to tease the camera by showing me her shoulders, then pretending to strip before climbing into bed.

I finished the shoot and paid Maria. I saw Maria three days later. After our fuck session, I told her I'd like to shoot Anna again, this time in the nude. Maria got a concerned look on her face. I assured her that since she would be there, nothing would happen. She reluctantly agreed. The next day at the studio, I had Anna come in the living room door again, and undress, only this time, more deliberately.

I had her in her underwear in the kitchen. I had her open the fridge door, then teasingly take off the bra. I had to fight my excitement the first time I saw her tiny breasts. Her nipples were large, like her mother's, but more defined. I had her playfully put milk on her nipples, then some strawberry glaze. Then I had her clean up before moving on to the bedroom. There I had her tease me with her waistband, before taking the panties off and climbing on the bed. I even got some great spread leg shots of her hairless pussy, then called it a day. I paid Maria, then drove them both home. I waited a week before I saw Maria again.

After our sex session, I made her ask if I wanted to shoot Anna again. "Sure" I told her. The next afternoon at the studio, I had Anna go straight to the bedroom. I had her seductively undress, then introduced her to sex toys. I had gone to a porno shop and bought the smallest toys they had. First, with a day glo orange vibrator, I had pretend to have oral sex with it before playing with her nipples, then playing with her pussy. It was a little more round than a pencil, and I got her to insert it in her tiny pussy. The other toys were too large for pussy, but I had her pretend with them anyway. The one that nearly made me came was the flesh colored dick shaped dildo. I wanted to fuck her, but first things first.

After my next sex session with Maria, I made Maria ask if I was going to shoot Anna again. Of course I had plans, but I didn't tell Maria what they were. The next day, at the studio, I had Anna do another strip tease. I did the next series of shots from the looker's point of view. I sat on the couch and had Anna crawl on all fours to me. I had her open my zipper and take my dick out.

I could tell Maria was nervous, so I went slow. I had Anna open her mouth and take my dick, an inch at a time in her mouth. She was able to get most of it, before gagging. I then had her move to just giving me a handjob, making sure to have her press my dick to her cheek as I came. I shot my load all over her face. I cleaned her up and paid Maria. I went over to Maria's the next day. This time, we had a wild fuck, as she attacked me with energy, and the whole time I was imagining she was Anna. We were spent, and had time for another fuck before Anna got home from school. We were still on the matress when Maria came in the room.

I asked Maria if it was alright if we rehearsed tomorrow's shoot at the studio for Anna. I had several positions in mind, and I wanted to see if everything worked. Maria said yes and the young preteen eagerly undressed. I had her get on all fours. I wet my middle finger and placed it on her asshole. I entered her , then added more spit. I wet the tip of my dick, then placed it next to her ass. Going slow, I got the head of my dick in. Anna yelped, and flinched. I pulled out.

Using the other hand, I then played with her pussy lips before placing my finger in her. I could feel some of her hymen, still there after the vibrator session. I was able to get the whole finger in. I pulled it out, then readied my dick. I inserted just the head. Anna said "Aye", then asked her mother something in spanish. I pulled out, and had Anna lay on her back. What happened next unfolded like a kabuki play. We all played our parts, knowing the inevitable outcome.

I placed my dick at the entrance to her tiny pussy. I inserted just the head. Anna and I made eye contact. I inserted another inch, then paused. Then slowly, I continued into her before shad taken my entire length. Anna reached over and took her mother's hand. Slowly, I began pumping her tiny pussy. Her breathing increased and her tiny nipples became smaller as she became excited. I leaned over and kissed her. The kiss became a smouldering kiss as she wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug. I pulled her up into a sitting position, working her hips as her tiny pussy worked my dick. I quickly became excited and shot my load in her.

I collapsed backwards as Anna laid on me. Maria leaned over and kissed me., then rubbed her daughter's back. "More?" Maria asked. "I'm tired" I told her. "We eat, rest, then do more later, ok?" I nodded as Maria got up and left the room. Anna and I cuddled. We had fallen in love. I made plans to move the two of them into my place the next day. A love like this could no longer be allowed to wait.

After a while, Nancy got used to listening to their hot stories and watching them practice new dance moves in the ladies locker room. She was becoming one of the girls and she even enjoyed listening to their wild sex stories. It seemed like these black women were having the time of their lives and a part of Nancy—who had lived a sheltered lifestyle until now—wanted to experience the wild side firsthand.

She had become such good friends with the black girls over the last few weeks that she had began to talk like them sometimes; she had began to act like them all the time.

It was a little after 4 o’clock. The locker room was cramped. The women who worked first shift were getting ready to go home; the women who worked second shift were getting ready to start work.

Everyone was feeling extra frisky this fine evening, so the ladies decided to teach Nancy a few of their stripper moves. Since they were in a hospital and couldn’t play the radio very loud, they gave Nancy a walkman to listen to as they tried their best to teach her the one thing that every stripper needed to know above everything else—how to move her ass.

They all agreed that Nancy was a sexy white woman and she had a nice body. The problem was that she shook her ass like a white girl. She was too stiff, she needed more motion in her hips, and she smiled too much, which took away from her sex appeal.

One of the other girls tried to give her a demonstration. She stripped down to her skimpy underwear and started prancing about while she talked shit and flaunted her body.

Man, oh man, was that chick sexy, thought Nancy.

All the girls in this division looked so good. Nancy liked their skin colors the most. Nancy had always thought black people had the prettiest skin. It was no wonder white people were always on the beach trying to darken up.

A few seconds later, the girls had told Nancy to take everything off except her underwear. She needed to be in “uniform” to get her attitude right. The lessons started again, but Nancy still wasn’t feeling it.

“Can I listen to my walkman so I can have some music?” she asked.

They handed it to her. They told her to bend over the toilet and the lessons were on again.

“Where the hell are all the nurses?” Sean, the Assistant General Manager, said to himself. It was almost 4:15 PM and he hadn’t seen anyone from second shift.

He got a little more of his paperwork done and then checked his watch. He went outside of his office. Still, there wasn’t a single nurse to be seen.

He started walking towards the nurses’ locker room. Anger was boiling inside of him. Even from this distance he could hear the hooting and cheering. He knew most of the nurses were strippers, and that was fine, but when their other job got in the way of their current job, that was going to be a problem.

Sean was a cool man. He was an easy guy to work for. He never made a big deal about petty things, but he hated it when he had to tell people who were considered professionals to do things that they already knew they were supposed to be doing.

Just that quick, these stupid chicks had managed to screw up his good day. He was set to tell them off. He was going to kick ass and take names later. There would be write-ups, suspensions, reprimands, all kinds of…

OH SHIT!!

Look at that.

The first thing he saw when he got to the locker room door was half naked women, but the one that caught his eye was the new nurse, Nancy. She was bent over the toilet seat wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties that fit nicely up her ass, leaving plenty of flesh visible on the sides.

Sean took a deep breath. He felt his cock sliding down his thigh. Luckily he was wearing dark sunglasses so no one could see in his eyes and know how turned on he was.

He smirked at them, crossed his arms, and stood to the side of the door without saying a word. The message was clear. He wanted them to leave.

Some were ashamed and couldn’t look him in the eye. Others looked like they were glad he caught them. Either way, the nurses started filing out one by one as they noticed him standing there.

The only person who didn’t leave was Nancy. Why was she still bending over the toilet doing that rhythm-less booty bounce dance? Was she really that defiant?

Sean was half angry and half horny now. He hated disobedience, but it was hard to stay angry when he was looking at a sight like that.

He was about to say something to her when he heard something coming from her direction. It sounded like music. It was really low. That’s when he realized what was going on. Nancy was listening to loud music on a walkman. She didn’t know he was there and she didn’t know all of her friends had left.

His glasses were too dark so you’d never know it by looking at him, but Sean had a twinkle in his eye. With his 6’3” frame and 220 pounds of muscle and sinew, he advanced.

The music was loud. Nancy was trying to lose herself in it, just as the girls had told her.

She wasn’t aware of anything going on around her. All she knew was she felt a lot of hands moving her butt in different directions.

After a few seconds, all the hands were gone and she was bouncing her ass to the beat of the music all by herself.

Nancy’s confidence had risen. If no one was guiding, she obviously must be doing it the right way.

Her eyes were closed. She let the loud music take control of her as she waited for one of her friends to intervene.

For a long time, no one did, so she kept bouncing her ass around trying to make it as appealing as possible as she imagined herself on stage with the other girls.

She’d probably be the only white girl stripping in club. She was thinking maybe she could give herself a name like Vanilla, something that said she was white and didn’t mind shaking it for the brothas. Or maybe she could…

WHOA!

There it was. She felt a hand. It wasn’t around her hips like before. It was on her ass and it was getting into some regions where none of the girls had ever gone before. If this was their way of saying she was ready for the night life, they’d certainly made their point clear.

The hand groped her ass cheeks and then she felt another one touching the part of her panties that covered her pussy. She looked over her shoulder and saw the assistant GM standing over her and none of her girlfriends anywhere.

Her first reaction was to run and put her clothes on, but she didn’t flinch. She figured there wasn’t going to be any trouble if he was feeling her up.

Her strip tease had obviously gotten him horny, and she wanted to have the first wild sex of her life. It seemed they could solve each other’s problems, so Nancy remained bent over the toilet and let the assistant GM do as he pleased.

Yes!! She had turned around. She’d seen who was behind her and she wasn’t objecting to it. Sean was on cloud nine.

He started kissing and sucking her ivory ass cheeks as he caressed the mound between her legs. There was a lot of heat coming from it. The more he kissed her, the stronger the scent of pussy became in the air.

He slid her panties off her supple thighs. She stepped out of them. This white woman had a nice ass with a fat cunt decorating the middle.

Nancy lowered her head farther down and arched her back. She let her ass sway slowly from side to side.

Sean stood up and started undoing his pants. “I like to watch you like this,” he whispered as he fought to free his ten-inch cock from his underwear.

Once it was out, he gently slapped it on her ass. “You’re a bad girl,” he said.

He continued slapping her with it and sliding it on her rear end, allowing the body heat and the eroticism of the moment to fully harden his penis.

“Sit on the toilet for me and spread your legs,” commanded Sean.

She did, and when she turned around, she was happy to see that he had opened his shirt up. She could tell he was well-built by the way he filled out his shirts, but she had no idea he stacked like this. Sean was a tall, dark pile of rippling muscles.

He took a step forward and stood with his semi-erect penis hanging in front of her face. They stared at each other for a few moments with neither of them making a move, although Nancy’s eyes did drop occasionally to Sean’s humongous prick.

He was making it jump. Every few seconds it would jump and go limp, jump and go limp. It was very inviting and tempting. Nancy was transfixed with her fingers in her mouth not even realizes how hard she was sucking on them.

Simultaneously, that hand dropped to her pussy and started stroking it as her other came up and grabbed hold of the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

She started stroking her pussy and his cock. She watched it stiffen to full length in her hand. There had to be close to a foot of throbbing black dick in her hands.

Her pussy was soaking wet. She was horny as hell. The only thing she could do was stuff him in her mouth.

She couldn’t take much cock in her mouth other than a few inches past the head. There was too much of it.

She used her hands to stroke the rest in sync with her sucking motion. All you could hear was Sean moaning as he humped into Nancy’s mouth.

He motioned for her to sit back, then he dropped to his knees. He opened her legs and raised them a little bit.

Nancy had a pretty pink pussy with a little fuzz growing on it. It smelled sweet and fresh and tasted even better.

Sean sucked it, slurped it, fondled it, did everything to it for five minutes straight. He had Nancy bubbling up her juices as she screeched, moaned, whimpered like a baby, and spilled pussy juice into his eager mouth. It was the best tonguing of her life, and when he was finished, she couldn’t have been more ready for the dick.

They traded places. Sean’s cock looked like a flag pole growing out of his pelvis. It was kind of scary. She’d never had a cock anywhere close to that size.

She mounted him anyway, trying very hard not to show any fear. Sean squeezed a handful of ass with one hand and pulled her meaty cheek out of the way.

He placed the head of his cock on the hole. Her juices spilled all over his shaft as he entered her, leaving his cock drenched in her fluids.

It was an easier entry than either of them had expected. Nancy was so wet and stimulated that her pussy stretched to a perfect fit. She could handle his girth, but there was still a little bit of his length that couldn’t quite make it up her cunt.

Regardless of that, it was still a great fit. Nancy started bouncing up and down on his shaft as she cried out and let her tits jiggle in his face. He was playing in her asshole as he helped her bounce and grind on his cock.

After a while, he lifted her off of him and put her on the floor. Like they’d started, she was bending over the toilet seat, this time on her knees, head down, ass up, and ready to be poked.

She liked this position the most. She could feel him a lot more because he was in control of how deep he went in her. When she was riding him, she backed away from the pain. She didn’t take all of his cock in her. Now that Sean was in control, he could shove every inch in her.

Nancy’s moans got louder with each passing minute and eventually turned into shouts. It hurt so much, but it hurt so good.

He was jamming it all in her tight hole. He stroked it in different directions. She could feel her guts yielding to the size and solidity of Sean’s massive prick.

When he felt he was nearing an orgasm, he pulled it out and put it in Nancy’s face. She nibbled at the head and then started stroking and sucking him off as he watched her and moaned with delight.

“Ohh, yeah,” said Sean. It was getting so close. “Go, baby. Ohhh.”

His whole cock was drenched with saliva. Nancy was fingering her twat and sucking for all she was worth.

“Oh, baby, oh, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Sean took his cock from her mouth, pointed at her, and stroked it. Streams of white spoo splattered her face and mouth as he groaned in passion, making no attempt to keep the volume down.

“OHHH! OHH! OOHHHHHHH!!!”

She licked his balls and followed it all the way up to the tip of his penis. She grabbed it and stuffed it back in her mouth trying to suck the remaining drops of semen from his balls.

Sean’s body tensed. He began convulsing and screaming until she let go of his spent cock.

Nancy got up. She stared at him. He stared back. No one said anything. She started getting dressed.

The moments afterward were awkward. It seemed like someone should say something. The only problem was that they didn’t know each other. There wasn’t anything to say.

Maybe they’d talk about it on a later day, but even if they didn’t, at least she had a great story for the girls tomorrow.

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Michelle was feeling like a horny slut. Sex was the only thing on her mind.

Besides being bi-sexual and getting turned on by seeing all the half-naked nurses doing strip teases, a friend of hers had told her she’d fucked the head manager in his office just before they got to the locker room. She went into very intricate details and it left Michelle wanting some cock (or pussy) of her own.

Michelle worked the top floor. That was where they kept the patients who had mental problems. These weren’t people with serious problems.

They could function, but their thinking was a little off and they could be a little slow at times. They had a tendency to be very forgetful.

Michelle had picked up a platter with their snacks and medicines on it. She was thinking about all the sex she was going to have tonight when she got off work. That’s when the obscene noises coming from the TV caught her attention.

As she was sitting the platter on the table, she turned to look at the TV. There were women on their knees deep sucking some serious cock.

Michelle wasn’t horny anymore. She was confused.

She turned to the men to ask what was going on. Her mouth dropped wide open. Now she was in shock.

The two men were sitting on the couch with their cocks out, hard and throbbing. They were masturbating. They didn’t seem to pay any mind Michelle walking in on them. Their faces showed no emotion or feeling what so ever.

Michelle watched for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts. She didn’t know what to do. This had never happened before.

The nurses had been having a very sexual day up to that point. She knew of one nurse who had already had sex and another who was most likely getting fucked right now.

She knew what she should do. It was as obvious as the two boners sticking up in front of her.

But their faces seemed so emotionless. She wasn’t even sure if they’d know what to do with her if they had the chance.

There was only one way to find out. She turned the TV off so they wouldn’t have anything else to concentrate on other than her.

Steve, the older of the two, the one with the most facial hair, picked up the remote and clicked it back on.

She shook her head at them. They were hopeless.

She took the medicines to the other side of the room and came back. She was going to try turning the TV off again, but then she thought maybe it’d work just as well if she left it on. They had pussy on the mind, so why wouldn’t they notice pussy if it were there in person.

Michelle slowly stepped around to the front of the couch as she unbuttoned her blouse and eyed them seductively. She was a tall black woman with huge natural tits, a plump ass, dark skin, long hair, full lips, and a pussy that was so juicy it looked like water would burst out of it if you gave it the slightest squeeze.

Of course they noticed her ample tits pressed snugly together behind a white bra that contrasted beautifully with her ebony skin as she opened her blouse and started touching them. Of course they noticed her flat belly as she dropped her uniform to the floor. Of course they noticed the sexy way she looked at them as she breathed heavily and grinded her pelvis in small circles in a dance of seduction.

Michelle’s pussy was so hot watching them masturbate. They were rock hard and ready. It seemed like such a waste of good, long cocks.

She could not wait any longer. She dropped to her knees and took hold of Steve’s dick. She put it in her mouth and sucked it with long, slow strokes.

Steve barely showed any emotion, but she could tell it felt good by the way his legs shivered every now and again. Whatever was wrong with his mind, it didn’t effect his cock any.

She started shoving more of it down her throat as she moaned with delight. She went so deep that she could feel his pulsing cock head bumping the back of her throat.

The whole time she could hear the moans of the women in the porno. Her pussy was gushing so much that even she could smell her own scent in the air.

She started looking over to Tom, the younger one with a body like an athlete. His hair was long and darkish blonde. He was really handsome and had a lot of sex appeal.

She wanted him, but she liked the cock that was in her mouth. She didn’t want to let it go. She started rubbing it in her cleavage and stared intensely in Steve’s eyes.

He reached up. He pulled her bra to the sides, revealing more of her supple flesh.

Finally, a reaction, thought Michelle.

He started touching her dark mounds and felt her flesh. He lifted them up and pulled them free. They were so huge and natural and jiggly.

Steve put his cock between them. He pressed them tightly together. He started humping them as Michelle moved her torso up and down joining in with him.

When she was done, she moved over to Tom and started sucking his cock, and she was pleased to see that she had gotten a smile out of Steve. These guys didn’t smile too often.

They both suffered from the same illness, but apparently Tom’s was a lesser case. His face twisted in a passionate grimace as soon as her lips touched his aching cock.

His breathing grew rapid. He grabbed her shoulder and held on tight. The longer she sucked, the better it felt, and after a while, he was digging his nails into her shoulder.

The effects of her blowjob were still fresh on Steve’s mind. He had sat up and was gently stroking his cock with one hand while he caressed Michelle’s ass with the other. Neither of them was paying the porno attention anymore.

Steve stood up. With cock in hand, he walked behind Michelle, knelt, and slipped every inch of hard, white, cock up Michelle’s pussy.

“Ohhh” Michelle moaned.

She paused on her cock sucking. She relished in the feel of finally having some man meat inside her eager snatch.

She squealed from the friction and grunted each time he thrust into her. There was less friction with each stroke. Her juices were coating his cock.

Both men were consumed with passion. Tom had even stood up so he could ram his cock in her mouth harder.

After a while, she made them both pull out so she could lie on her back. Missionary was her favorite position and she came the easiest this way. She lay with her legs wide and high, her tits out, and looking sexy as hell in her laced stockings.

Tom was first. He eased his cock inside of and started pounding her sweet mound. The guys took turns and repeatedly hard fucked Michelle as she moaned in pleasure.

She was having one orgasm after another. She loved the sight of them towering over her with every muscle rippling as they thrust into her, taking turns fucking her like a cheap whore, making her pussy cream and spasm and her tits jiggle and shake.

“I’m gonna cum!” screamed Tom.

Michelle was surprised to hear that. They never said anything, and when they did, it was usually just a word or two. This was the first full sentence she’d ever heard from either of them.

Tom pulled out and started stroking his cock. He was moaning and grunting as ropes of white, sticky juices shot from his cock and soaked her face and tits.

He kept stroking after there was nothing left to shoot. When he caught his breath, he moved out of the way and Steve wasted no time getting back inside her.

Like Tom, he pulled out when he was about to cum. Sticky spunk landed all over Michelle’s tits and belly. Between the two men, they had managed to leave a shiny coat of semen on Michelle’s upper body. It made her look like a finely waxed automobile.

Michelle got off the couch and headed for her clothes. She needed to finish making her rounds.

She was glad to see that Tom and Steve’s mental condition was getting better because of good sex, but when she came back to check on them after she was dressed, they had sat back on the couch. They were still naked, stroking their cocks, and staring blankly at the porno as if they hadn’t just gotten their cocks polished a few seconds ago.

It was weird, but it gave her hope. They were back to normal, but she knew she’d seen emotion and alertness on their faces during sex.

Maybe sex could be used as a cure for such illnesses. It was a long shot, but not entirely impossible. She needed to find a doctor that she could trust and tell him what happened.

The year was 1935 and Catherine and Carl rushed home, never having the opportunity to consummate their marriage.

It had been a night that Catherine had dreaded and was only too glad to put it off.

The funeral was 2 days later and, of course, the whole town attended. At her new home, which Carl had recently finished building, the guests mingled with everyone and expressed their condolences to both of them. It lasted well into the night and by the time the last family had left the two of them were too tired to think of anything buy sleep. In the darkened bedroom they got undressed and quietly slipped under the covers of the bed and quickly fell into an undisturbed sleep.

Catherine's grief gave her an excuse to refuse Carl the chance to take his wife's cherry and, after many weeks of trying, Carl decided it was time he did something about it.

The next week Carl visited the local library and did some research into the history and application of hypnosis. He'd heard some things from his best friend, Jerry, and thought it might be something he could use on Catherine to weaken her resolve towards sex.

Many times after the funeral he'd brought up the subject, only to have his wife either ignore him, walk out of the room, or start an argument. Many a night he'd have to crawl out of bed, after making sure that Catherine was asleep, and go into the bathroom and jack off for some relief. All he could do was
imagine what his wife looked like under all the night clothes she wore every night. She wouldn't even let him cop a feel of her boobs, not that she had anything to play with in the first place. Like his former mother-in-law, Catherine was almost completely flat chested.

Carl would go to the library two nights a week and do his reading. He didn't want Catherine aware of what he was up to. If he could come up with the courage to do this then he wanted her to be completely unaware of what was happening. He wanted her to believe that she'd never released her pent up feelings and given in to his advances.

After three weeks of reading he was ready to try out his technique, to see if he could actually get her hypnotized and do what he wanted to with her.

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On the following Saturday night he got ready for bed, like every other night. This time though, he decided the time was right to try and hypnotize Catherine.
As he sat in the bed, waiting for his wife to emerge from the bathroom, he worked on his plan. He would get up to her when she sat on her side of the bed and begin to massage her shoulders. It was something he'd already started the previous week and he was glad that she liked it. He also noticed that several minutes later her head would start to nod and fall forward until her chin rested on her upper chest. He already started to try and get her into a trance, and several times thought he'd succeeded. One one occasion he'd actually gotten her to answer his questions and was glad to find out the next morning that she apparently didn't remember anything from the previous night.

Tonight he was going to go further and try to plant a suggestion in her mind and wait and see what would happen.

As he waited his plan formed and by the time Catherine sat on the bed he was ready.

For ten minutes he massaged her shoulders, feeling the days tension slowly release its hold. As he worked he talked to her and once again her head nodded forward and eventually rested on her chest.

"Catherine?"

No response.

He tried again. "Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered dreamily.

"Good," he thought to himself. "I want you to listen to me," he began.

"Ok."

"From this minute on you will listen to my voice. You won't hear anything else by my voice."

"Yes, dear. I will hear only your voice."

He quit his massage and moved to sit next to her on the side of the bed. He took her hand in his and talked slowly and clearly to her.

"Whenever I mention Buttermilk, you will go into a trance and you'll do everything I ask you to do." He stopped for a moment and let the suggestion sink in.
"Do you understand?"

"Yes. Whenever you tell me Buttermilk, I'm to go into a trance and listed to you and do whatever you want me to."

"Yes. I'm glad you understand."

He got back behind her and started his massage once again. After a couple of minutes he woke her up and let her know he was finished and it was time to get in bed and turn out the lights.

That night he dreamed of fucking her.

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After he got out of his morning shower he was tempted to try out his suggestion at the breakfast table, but decided he would wait till he got home that evening after work. After all, he didn't want to push it.

He'd been patient for a while now, so it wasn't going to hurt to wait a little longer.

While Carl was at work that day Catherine decided it was time to hire someone to help her around the yard, doing the work to maintain the lawn and the hedges. Her father had used one of the towns many black men, his name had been Jessie, and she decided to get in touch with him to see if he knew anyone
who would be willing to work at her place. Of course she'd pay a decent wage, just as her father had. She sent word to Jessie that she needed to talk to him and could he be at the house around noon that day.

Jessie as only a little older then she was, somewhere between 30 and 35 and had worked for her father for a number of years before the accident. She'd grown to like the man. He was honest, didn't cause any problems, and never missed a day of work. She hoped she'd be lucky enough to find someone like him to help her.

His reply was that he'd be there.

At 12:15 she heard a knock on her back door and knew it would be Jessie. She found him standing on the back porch waiting for her.

"I'll be right with you, Jessie. Please, have a seat and I'll bring you a glass of water. I know it's hot out there today and after that long walk I'm sure you're parched."

"Thank you, Misses Wilson. I sure do appreciate it."

When Catherine returned she found him sitting in the rocker, next to the porch swing, where she sat after handing him the water. She watched as he drank the whole thing in only two or three gulps.

"Thank you, Misses Wilson. That was mighty nice of you."

"You're welcome, Jessie.

"The reason I asked you to come here today is that I need to find someone to do the chores around the house. You know, like you used to do for my father."

"I'd be happy to do that for you, Misses Wilson."

"Are you sure, Jessie?"

"Yes, mam. I'm sure. I haven't really done anything since your parents passed and I really enjoyed working for your daddy. He was nice to me and respected me, as much as I respected him."

"Yes, Jessie. Daddy liked your work very much. I'd be happy to pay you a little more the he paid you, considering it's been 10 years since the accident. I know he didn't pay you much, but I'd like to increase that, if it's ok with you."

The look of surprise on Jessie's face told her he'd gladly accept the raise.

"Good! When can you start?"

"I'm in the middle of re-doing my bedroom at home. I should be finished by the middle of next week.

Would the following weekend be ok with you?"

Catherine didn't even think about it.

"Yes, that would be fine. I can have everything ready for you by then. I'll pay you at the end of each week, on Fridays, if that's ok with you."

"That'll be fine, Misses Wilson."

"There's only one condition, too, Jessie."

A puzzled look now appeared on his face, which was as black as the blackest coal in their coal bins. "And what would that be," he asked.

"I'll have to insist that you don't call me Misses Wilson anymore."

"Oh, Misses Wilson, I couldn't do that."

"Yes, you can. From now on I want you to just call me Catherine, or Miss Catherine, whichever you prefer."

"But what would Mr. Wilson say to that?"

"You let me worry about Mr. Wilson," she told him. "You and I have know each other for most of our lives and I see no harm in you calling me by my first name. OK?"

"Yes, mam."

Catherine stood up, indicating to Jessie the conversation was finished.

"You take care of your business at home and I'll see you next weekend."

"Thank you, Misses Wils......, I mean Miss Catherine. I'll be here."

With that settled, Jessie left the porch and headed down the road, towards his house.

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Carl fantasized about what he was going to do all that day at work. At times it was all he could do to concentrate on the work on his desk. Finally he decided that if he didn't want to get fired he'd better get his work done, and done on time. The rest of his day went without incident and by 5:15 he was on his way home, and to his wife.

Catherine was in the kitchen when he got home, putting the finishing touches on supper. Tonight there would be fried chicken, field peas, biscuits and homemade tea.

He stood in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen and watched her as she worked on finishing the meal.

Without really thinking about what he was going to do he said, "Buttermilk".

What happened caught him off guard.

As soon as his wife heard Buttermilk, she slumped and sagged towards the floor. It was all he could do to catch her before she hit the floor. He picked her up and carried her to the living room and placed her on the sofa.

"It worked!" he almost shouted. He couldn't believe it had actually worked!

"Catherine? Can you hear me, dear?"

"Yes, Carl. I hear you."

She sounded far away and he noticed her eyes were closed. Apparently his hypnotic suggestion had worked just fine.

"Easy," he thought to himself. One step at a time here. After all, he wanted to make sure this worked and he didn't want her waking up and discovering what he was doing. She'd be mad as hell at him, not that he wouldn't have deserved it.

He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment.

"Catherine."

"Yes?"

"I want you to sit up straight and remove your blouse and bra, please."

As he sat there he was startled to see her sit up straight and start to unbutton the front of her blouse. Once she was finished she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling her arms our of the straps and placing it in her lap.

In the just over 10 years they'd been married this was actually the first time she's exposed herself to him.

He'd always wondered what her tits looked like. He knew they were small, almost nonexistent, but what he saw in front of him truly amazed him. Her Areolas were as large, or larger, than silver dollars and her nipples appeared to stick out from her chest like erasers on a pencil.

"Pinch your nipples until they're hard," he told her.

He watched as she raised her hands to her chest and took a nipple in each hand, pinching each one between her fingers and thumbs until they stood out even further.

Getting up from his chair he crossed the room and sat next to her, noticing that her nipples to stand out at least an inch or better. He reached out to feel them himself and found them to be as hard as rocks.

"Nice," he thought.

He returned to his chair. He wanted her to feel safe and secure and didn't want to appear to intimidate her or make her feel ashamed of her body.
"Now, I want you to stand up and remove your skirt and your panties, please."

Catherine stood up, unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Next her white cotton panties joined it. She stepped out of them as sat back on the sofa.
"Spread your legs, please."

She did and he could see her pussy for the first time. She had an abundance of hair between her legs and he found that he'd like to see her without any hair down there at all.

"Tomorrow I want you to shave your pussy and keep it that way. You'll think it was completely your own idea and think nothing else about it.
Understand?"

"Yes."

"You can get dressed again, dear. Once you've gotten all your clothes on you'll return to the kitchen and finish with supper. You will not remember any of this. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Carl got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for supper. When he got to the dining room the meal was already laid out on the table and ready to eat. They enjoyed a nice meal and every time Carl would look at her he'd smile.

"I hope this works," he thought.

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As Catherine grew up she was led to believe that sex was only for procreation and not for enjoyment.

Her mother drummed into her that sex was nasty and she was only to consent to 'relationships' with her husband when they decided it was time to conceive and have children.

One time her mother has caught her masturbating and gave her the beating of her life. She explained that it was nasty and she wasn't to do it again.

Even though Catherine had enjoyed the feelings she'd gotten from stroking herself (She never realized what that dizzy feeling was when she climaxed) she decided that her mother was right and she never did it again.

She knew that her Carl would want to 'have her' on their wedding night, and she'd secretly dreaded just the thought of it. Then the accident had happened and she'd used her grief as an excuse not to give in to her husband. So far it had worked out.

But, she knew she wouldn't be able to deny him much longer. His insistence that she give in to him only grew each and every week and there were times when she hated going to bed, because she knew what he was going to ask of her.

Lately though, after his nightly massage, he'd quit asking her and she decided that he'd finally realized she wasn't going to let him do anything until she was ready. And that was only going to happen when she decided she was ready to start a family. She'd use sex only for procreation, as her mother had
told her.

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For the first time in years Catherine overslept the next day.

When she finally woke up Carl was already gone to work. He'd left a note on the table for her though.

"Cat,

I knew you weren't feeling well, so decided to let you sleep in today. Take care of yourself and
I'll see you when I get home.
Love you,

Carl"

"Now wasn't that nice of him," she thought.

She got up and went to the bathroom to draw her bath. As she stood before the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door, her attention was drawn to the hairy triangle between her legs.

For some reason it seemed to bother her that she had so much hair down there. It had never bothered her before, but her attention kept coming back to it. Finally she decided to do something about it. She opened the medicine cabinet, where Carl kept his razor and shaving cream, and took both out and laid them on the side of the tub, within easy reach. She also set out a pair of scissors.

Once the water was drawn she settled down and began to relax. There was not really anything she had to do today, so she'd thought that a nice, relaxing soak in the tub would help her feel better.

She sat there until the water began to cool and then she'd lathered up her wash cloth and bathed herself. Once she finished she let the water out until it reached a level slightly below her stretched out legs and got the shaving cream and razor. She took the scissors and began to cut the longer strands of
hair between her legs, getting as close to the skin as she could without cutting herself with them. Once she was satisfied it was short enough, she lathered up her outer lips and began to use the razor.

Once the outside of her pussy was well shaved she pulled her lips apart and used the razor on the inside of them, trying to get as much of the hair as she could. She would occasionally rinse the lather off and feel between her lips, trying to locate any stray strands. Once she was sure she'd gotten it all
she rinsed again and ran her hand over the new smoothness, amazed as to how nice it felt not to have any hair down there at all.

Then, for the first time in almost 20 years, she began to play with herself, bringing her clitoris to a full erection and rotating her fingers around the bud until she climaxed. It was the first climax (she now knew what that tingly sensation between her legs was) she'd had in years and she sat there in the
remaining water and let the sensation spread throughout her body. Then she pushed two fingers inside her and moved them in and out, rubbing her clitoris with each stroke. It felt good. After several climaxes she realized what had happened and grew red with embarrassment. It was like
she was afraid someone would catch her, even though there was no one around and her mother certainly wasn't going to catch her again, not after all these years.

Rising in the tub, she toweled herself and stepped onto the cold bathroom floor, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and noticing how much better she looked. The bare patch between her legs looked almost natural to her and she wondered what had made her decide to shave herself. She
decided that she liked how it looked and never gave it a second thought. She dried her hair, powdered herself and got dressed, then returned to the bedroom, made the bed and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

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When Carl got home that afternoon he found Catherine sitting on the sofa, reading one of her magazines.

"Buttermilk," he said.

Catherine instantly slumped back into the sofa, dropping the magazine into her lap.

"Show me what you did today, dear. Please."

Without any hesitation Catherine stood up and unbuttoned her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and then removed her panties, showing her husband the now naked region of her loins.

"Very pretty, dear. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Carl."

"How does it feel?"

"Better then I thought it would," she answered.

"I want you to keep it shaved for me, please."

"Yes, dear. I will."

"Now I want you to sit back and spread your legs as far as you can."

He watched as Catherine did as he'd asked. Once she was settled she spread her legs, hooking her knees around her arms, opening herself up for him to see deep inside her.

At once Carl was on his knees, between Catherine's thighs, and leaned closer to her opening. He inhaled her aroma, savoring that smell for the first time. Now he was going to enjoy himself to his wife's treats.

Without hesitation he lowered his mouth to her opening and drew his tongue along the inside of her lips, tasting for the first time the juices within. His cock got instantly harder than it'd been in years. He continued to lick her lips, sucking off the juices gathered on his tongue and savoring them. It had literally been years since he'd eaten any pussy. While he could've had his share of any of the women at work, he'd declined to fall to adultery and only fantasize about what it would be like to finally get his wife where he wanted her. For now he didn't intend to fuck her, just suck her off now and then, perhaps a couple of times a day. He wanted to enjoy this for a while and knowing he could do this anytime he wanted to only made the desire that much stronger.

Once he finished licking her clean he covered her pussy with his mouth and drove his tongue as deep into her box as he could. The hotness of her pussy completely consumed him. His cock was now leaking pre cum like never before and he could feel its wetness not only on his shorts but slowly
sliding down the length of his cock and onto his balls. With one hand he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his uncut cock. He used his abundance of juices to lubricate himself and then he started to jerk off while eating out his wife.

Catherine was reacting as he thought she would, by rotating her hips and trying to push her pussy up into his mouth. He sucked out her juices and rotated his tongue into her with each shove.

Yes, he was totally enjoying this
.
It was only a matter of minutes before he shot off his largest load of cum in ages. He let himself shoot off into his hand, trying not to make a mess of the front of the sofa. After all, how would he explain the mess to Catherine, especially when she wasn't even aware of what he was doing to her?

Once he was finished sucking her off, he settled back on his haunches and looked into the box he'd just enjoyed for the first time. He knew that he would be doing this again, and soon!

When he finished he left her sitting on the sofa with her thighs still spread open and her remaining juices causing her lips to glisten. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up and then returned to the living room. He brought with him a warm wash cloth and cleaned Catherine up as best as he could. After all, he didn't want to leave any trace of what happened. He was sure she'd figure something had happened, but she wouldn't be able to remember what it was.

"Catherine, you can now drop your legs. I want you to get dressed and sit back. Pick up your magazine and when I count to three you'll be alert but won't remember anything that just happened."

He watched as his wife got dressed and picked up her magazine once she settled back into the sofa. Then he counted to three, while going into the dining room and acting as if he was just getting home.

"Hi, honey, she said when he came into the living room. Have a good day at the office?"

"Had to work a little late tonight, dear. Sorry I'm late getting home."

He'd decided that the little lie was something he'd have to come up with once she noticed the lateness of the evening. After all, he'd munched on her pussy for almost an hour, bring her to multiple climaxes. He realized she'd wonder what had happed with the lost time, so he'd decided to come
up with something himself. He thought it would be easier that way.

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Carl did his thing with Catherine every night for two months before he decided it was time to move up to the next level. Now that he'd 'satisfied' her for a while it was time for her to do something for him, so he decided that the next move would be for her to use her mouth on him.

This move would come later, and Carl didn't realize that he'd be observed by an outside source as well.

One evening Jessie had worked late on the property when he's heard Carl's truck come up the drive.

He watched as Carl got out and went into the house. He suspected something was up, because for the past two weeks when Carl got home, he'd look around as he got out of the truck, almost as if he was afraid of being spotted. Now Jessie had no idea of what was actually going on inside that
house, but he intended to find out. After watching Carl enter the house, Jessie used his passkey and followed into the house. As he stood in the kitchen he heard Carl tell Catherine to get undressed.

Sounded funny to Jessie. A man shouldn't have to ask his wife to get undressed in the living room.

That's what the bedroom was for.

Next he heard Carl tell Catherine to sit on the sofa and to undo his pants. He heard as Catherine unzipped the pants and heard them hit the floor with a thud.
He sneaked to the end of the hallway leading into the living room and stood there. His view was a profile of the two of them, so he had a good view of what was about to happen.

As he watched Catherine lowered Carl's boxers and he was amazed at what appeared. Carl had the biggest cock he'd ever seen on a white man. He wasn't bigger then Jessie was, but he was still big. He also noticed that, like himself, Carl was uncut, with an ample amount of foreskin draped around the head of his cock. He watched as Carl told Catherine to grab his cock and stroke it for him. Even hard Carl's foreskin continued to cover his cock head, and even with his wife stroking him, the cock head only appeared a couple of times.

It made Jessie's mouth water. There was nothing he liked better then sucking off a huge cock.

Of course he loved to fuck a tight pussy, but cock sucking was his favorite pastime. He knew right then that one of these days he'd suck Carl until he shot his load in his mouth.

As he continued to watch, Catherine lowered her head and took her husband's cock into her mouth.

She nearly gagged the first time and Jessie wondered if this was the first time she'd ever sucked her husband's cock. Surely not. After all, they'd been married almost 15 years by this time. He'd now worked for them for almost 5 years and he'd never witnessed anything like this before.

Catherine seemed like she was enjoying her blow job. Her head bobbed up and down while her hands jerked her husband at the same time. Every now and then Carl would tell her to bite on his foreskin, but not too hard. From the groans escaping his mouth Jessie figured she was doing exactly what he told her to.

One time he watched as she bit onto the skin and pulled it out with her teeth. Must of pulled all that skin at least 5 inches from his cock head. And all Carl did was stand there, eyes closed, and enjoyed the feel of his wife's mouth on his cock. Then he watched as Carl grabbed his wife's head and pulled it closer to his crotch and, from the sounds escaping Carl's mouth, he could tell that the man had just shot his load into his wife's mouth. He could see strands of cum leaking from her lips and the load was apparently too much for her to swallow at one time.

Then he noticed that Catherine was naked as she sucked her husband off. He knew she didn't have much in the chest area, but was greatly surprised to see how long her stiff nipples were. He wished he could get those hard nipples in his mouth and swish his tongue around them just once. He also saw that Carl was now slightly slumped over, towards Catherine. His had was between her legs and he could tell the Carl was fingering her pussy. He didn't know that
Catherine kept herself completely shaved for her husband. If he had he probably would've wanted to join right in with Carl himself.

He loved a nice slick pussy, free of hair.

Next he heard something that he'd never forget and it would come in handy years later for him.

"Now, Catherine, I want you to listen closely to what I'm about to tell you. Remember, whenever you hear the word Buttermilk, you'll go into a trance and will do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand, dear?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then."

"Whenever I hear the word Buttermilk I'll go into a trance and do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good. Also, once I wake you up you'll not remember anything that's happened. Remember?"

"Yes. I won't remember anything that happened."

"Great! Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. When you're finished come in here and get dressed again. After that, when I count to 3 you'll wake up and not remember any of this."

Catherine went into the bathroom and Jessie could hear the water running as she cleaned up. He stayed where he was and waited for her to return. As she got dressed again he noticed for the first time that her pussy was completely shaved and his erection got harder and he thought he'd shoot in
his pants. He didn't want that though. He wanted to wait till he got home, so he could jack off with the memories of what he'd just witnessed.

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For the next 5 years Carl would get Catherine to alternately suck him off and he'd suck her as well.

He never tried to fuck her though. That was to come later. First he had to get her use to having something large inside her, so he got her to start buying cucumbers. He have her shave all the bumps off the outer parts of the vegetable and then tell her to satisfy herself with them as he watched.

He'd stand there and jack off, sometimes getting her to blow him while she fucked herself.

He even got her to satisfy herself when he wasn't at home. When it finally came time to fuck her himself, he wanted to make sure she was loose enough for his huge cock. After all, with 10 inches of hard, uncut cock, he didn't want to hurt her the first time he sank his cock into her.
Little did he realize that Jessie was also watching all this as it happened.

Chapter 2

It's 10 years later and Catherine and Carl have been fucking on a weekly basis for almost 8 years now. Catherine just doesn't realize it.

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Catherine sat on the bed, well actually reclined in the middle of the bed. She was naked and stroking a shaved cucumber in and out of her pussy. She'd done this now for 3 months and she enjoyed each session. Not only was she having fun, but she was totally alone in the house. Carl was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for another 3 days. In the course of 3 days she'd already worn out 6 cucumbers fucking herself with them. It was getting harder and harder to find anything big enough to use on herself, but she kept looking. She'd even gone to the next town and visited the local Farmer's Market hoping to find something that would satisfy her, but with little luck. She'd just have to make do with what she could find locally.

She didn't hear Jessie enter the house.

Jessie had tried for two days to get his nerve up to where he was now.

He'd witnessed Miss Catherine and her evening ritual for almost a week now. He knew Mr. Carl was away on a business trip and had decided that if he was to try this it would have to be tonight.

He entered through the back door, being as quiet as he could. After all he didn't want to scare Miss Catherine and thus make her do something, like call the police on him.

He'd watched, and listened, often enough to know what he had to do to get Miss Catherine to do what he wanted done, and tonight he was determined to get her to not only give him blow job but to also allow him to fuck her. He knew from watching that she was using the cucumbers on herself andhe also knew that his black cock was much larger then any vegetable she'd be able to use on herself.

Sneaking down the hallway he stopped at her bedroom door and listened. The door was not closed, since she never gave it a thought that someone might enter her house without her knowing it, and he glanced into the room, spying her on the bed and using the cucumber on herself. He watched as she
dipped it into her hole and then began to fuck herself with it. He listened as she make noises of contentment with each stroke.

His cock was already straining in his pants, aching to be released.

He could see that her eyes were closed, so he quickly removed his shoes and entered the bedroom on stockinged feet, careful not to make any unwanted noise.

As he approached the bed he got on his hands and knees and continued to move to the side of the bed. Once he was there he poked his head above the mattress and said one word....

"Buttermilk."

Catherine instantly stopped with her thrusting and slumped down onto the bed, her hands dropping onto her body.

Jessie knew from experience that the woman was now in a trance and would be receptive to his commands.

"Miss Catherine, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, Jessie. I hear you."

"Damn," he thought. "How did she know it was me?" he wondered.

Then he realized that she'd probably just recognized his voice. No harm, and no foul. Yet!

Now it was time to get down to what he wanted.

"Miss Catherine, I want you to suck my cock and swallow my cum, like you do for Mr. Carl."

"Ok."

Catherine sat up on the bed and turned around so she sat on the edge of the mattress. Jessie was standing there, waiting for her. She undid the belt holding up his pants, undid his zipper and let them fall to the floor.

In anticipation of this Jessie had not worn his boxers today.

What Catherine saw in front of her immediately made her forget all about the cucumber she'd been using just moments ago. For a man of Jessie's age (he was now 53, 12 years older then Catherine and Carl) he kept his body in excellent shape. With all the work he did around the house and grounds, it
wasn't hard to keep his body in shape all the time. In fact he liked to keep trim and fit.

Sticking out from Jessie's crotch was a cock like she'd never seen before. Of course she only had the vision of what her husband's cock looked like, and even then she only remembered it when she was in a trance, like she was now.

Carl's cock was about 10 inches long and quite thick, with an abundance of foreskin covering his cock head.

Jessie's cock looked to be about an inch or two longer and much larger around as well. It even had an amount of foreskin attached that made Carl's look short in comparison.

Reaching out she grabbed the skin and pulled it out from the black rod she held in her other hand, admiring it's length. Once she had it stretched as far as she could she guessed it was easily as long as the cock was.

"Amazing!" she thought.

With her other hand she pulled the loose skin back onto his cock and watched as the slightly darkish head of his cock appeared. It was almost pointed, with his piss hole situated at the top of the glans, much like her husbands. The only difference was the color. The cock in her hand was just a black as the man
himself. The difference between her white hand and his black cock startled her, as well as amazed her at the same time.

The texture of Jessie's cock was also different from Carl's. Jessie's skin had a velvety feel to it. It actually felt like she was holding something other then a cock in her hand. If she hadn't been looking at it she'd have sworn it was just a wooden rod with velvet cloth draped over it.

As she slowly began to pump up and down on the cock a drop of clear liquid appeared at his piss hole and she remembered Carl telling her it was pre cum, a lubrication he shot before he actually ejaculated. She touched it with the end of her tongue and realized it tasted much like the fluid she'd suck from Carl's cock before she's suck him off.

Slowly she took the cock head into her mouth, using her tongue to slather around it, feeling its texture and sponginess. Using her tongue further, she slipped it between his foreskin and his cock head, tasting the juices accumulated there. Much like Carl's it had a tanginess about it, but it excited her just the same.
Already her juices were beginning to collect between her legs and she knew from experience that they'd soon be flowing and spilling from between her legs and onto the sheets beneath her. With her other hand she played with her clitoris as she sucked off Jessie, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and her own fingers in her pussy.

Jessie stood there and watched as his black cock disappeared into Catherine's hot mouth. It'd be a while since he'd been sucked off and it still felt as good now as it had then. The only difference was that the last time it had been a man with his cock in his mouth, sucking him until he shot his load into the man's
mouth.

Catherine took as much of the cock into her mouth as she could. She'd only recently learned to take all of her husband without choking and gagging. Jessie though, was much longer and she'd have to work a little longer to be able to get all of him into her mouth and throat, but she knew she could eventually do
it. In face, she knew she'd end up doing it.

As she sucked she also jerked Jessie's cock, allowing the foreskin to cover and retreat from his cock head, feeling the skin as it slid up and down the hard rod. She enjoyed the feeling of the excess skin as it slid down the back of her tongue and into her throat, and she didn't gag on it, either. Once she'd gotten
it all down her throat she'd enjoy the feeling as it reversed when she pumped the cock and retreated back to uncover the head once again.

To Jessie it felt like a dream. None of the men who'd ever sucked him off had done what Catherine was now doing to him and the feeling just increased the feeling, making him feel sure that he wouldn't be able to keep from shooting his load into her mouth.

Once, when Catherine had felt he was about to shoot his load, she remembered something Carl had taught her. She slid her hand down the length of his rod and squeezed the middle of his organ between her thumb and her first two fingers. That would stop his ejaculation and lengthen the time she could
still suck on him.

She continued to suck and jack, suck and jack, until she was certain he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, then she pulled as much of him into her mouth as she could at that time and used her tongue to jab into his piss hole at the same time. Once she'd done that she pulled out and bit down on his
foreskin, then immediately sucked him back into her mouth. After doing that twice it was only a matter of time before she shot his load. In fact, the next time she sucked him in she could feel the first eruption hit the back of her throat and she swallowed as fast as she could. She didn't want to miss a single
drop of his semen. With each shot she would pull him back slightly and then take him in once again, greeted each time with another shot. Finally, after about five minutes, the shooting was reduced to a trickle and she pulled her mouth off the cock and used her tongue to gather up the remaining traces of
his juices.

Catherine looked up at Jessie and smiled.

"How was that, Jessie?" she asked him.

"You did fine for your first black cock, Miss Catherine." There was a big smile on his face as well.

"Now, are you ready to see how this feels between those legs of yours?" he asked her.

Turning around and positioning herself in the center of the mattress, she replied, "Ready and waiting!"

No further encouragement was needed as Jessie got up on the bed and quickly positioned himself between her spread legs. Her pussy was open and dripping her juices, begging to be fucked by that big black, uncut cock. Jessie was determined not to let her down.

He grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. With his other hand he pulled her lips even wider, creating a larger opening for his cock to enter. Then he touched his cock to her clitoris and began to rub it up and down, with his piss hole catching her clit on every stroke, stimulating her even
further. After watching her with her cucumbers he knew she'd be ready for him, so he decided not to wait any longer and pushed his cock into her until his pubic hairs were touching the bald flesh of her vaginal lips.

Catherine groaned in appreciation to the penetration. With her pussy already stretched by the cucumbers Jessie's cock slid easily into her. His girth and length quickly filled her up and the feel of his velvety cock inside her excited her even more, causing more of her juices to be produced, making his penetration even easier.

Once he settled in, and was sure she would be able to handle his size, he began to stroke in and out, causing her to groan even louder.

"Feels soooooo gooooood," she moaned.

She also clutched his cock even harder with her pussy muscles, gripping him tighter and causing even more friction with her body.
Jessie knew it wouldn't be as long as her oral stimulation before he shot another load deep into her, but he wanted it to last longer so by the time he'd been fucking her for about five minutes, he pulled out of her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she groaned. "PUT IT BACK!!!!"

"Oh, I will. First thought I'm going to use my mouth on you for a while."

That thought excited her very much. She loved it when Carl sucked her pussy and she was sure she'd love it when Jessie did it.

Once he'd pulled out, Catherine grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back until her knees were touching the point of her rock-hard nipples.
Before Jessie dived into her pussy though, he pushed her legs aside and use his mouth on those nipples.

He's always been amazed at those hard nipples and her almost flat chest since that first moment he'd witnessed Catherine and Carl that night almost 15 years ago. Now he was finally getting his chance to suck those nipples and he was enjoying it, too.

Catherine loved to have her nipples handled and sucked on. Carl would spend what seemed like hours sucking and biting her nipples, until she'd finally have to tell him to quit. The next day she'd be glad that she didn't have to wear a bra, because her nipples would be constantly hard, and sore, at the same time.
It would take about a week for them to lose their tenderness and be ready for the next assault on them.

Not that she complained about it.

Jessie loved the feel of those nipples against his tongue. He was surprised at just how hard they actually got to be. He'd never sucked on nipples this hard in his life. It was almost like sucking on a rock, but that didn't stop him. He'd suck on one then the other, using his teeth as he'd seen Carl do, and he
continued working on them until he heard Catherine tell him she couldn't take any more.

Only then did he begin to work down her body, traveling to her open pussy, which was just waiting and begging for his oral attention.

First he concentrated on her outer lips, licking up the remaining juices and enjoying the smoothness of her naked pussy. While he preferred a little hair around the lips, he certainly enjoyed the feeling of no hair as well. He dipped his tongue into her hole and gathered the constantly running juices, swallowing
and savoring them like a fine wine. Her juices had a sweetness to them, not the usual tartness he had occasionally encountered on other women he'd eaten in the past. He licked and sucked. Sucked and licked. And continued that until she begged him to once again stick his cock into her and fill her with
his load. By this time he was only too willing to do as she asked. So she straddled her legs once again and pushed all the way into her with one stroke. She was so wet from her juices and his that it hardly felt like he was in her at all. After five more minutes he finally shot another load, this time into her
pussy instead of her mouth, and he held himself in her until he was sure he was finished.

Once he withdrew he once again went down on her with his mouth, this time cleaning up the load he'd shot into her and he didn't stop this time, not even when she begged him to. He loved the taste of his own sperm and wanted to make sure he got every drop inside her. When he'd finally finished he pulled
his mouth off her hole and sat up on the mattress, between the still spread legs of Catherine. He moved around until his legs dangled off the side of the bed, his feet resting on the floor. He turned to Catherine and noticed she'd already had her fingers between her legs and was busy stroking her clitoris.

"Damn!" he thought. "There's no satisfying this one."

Once Catherine had brought herself to one final climax she withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth, and licking off her own juices. She looked at Jessie and smiled again.

"Thank you," she told him.

"Buttermilk," was all he said.

Catherine immediately went limp and once again entered a trance.

"When you wake up you won't remember any of this. You'll feel quite satisfied and relaxed. If you want to pleasure yourself you're free to do so, but you won't remember that I was in your bed, or that you sucked my cock, or that I ate you out and fucked your wonderful pussy. OK?"
"Yes," was the only reply.

"When you hear your alarm clock you'll wake up refreshed and ready to go." And, while he spoke, he set the alarm clock for the following morning, got dressed, collected his shoes in the hallway, and went to the building at the back of the grounds where he lived.

All in all, he was quite pleased with himself.

Now, his only thought was how was he going to get Carl in a position where he could suck that wonderful white cock and have his cock sucked as well. He'd do a little research himself and see what he could come up with.

Chapter 3

When Carl got home on Friday night Jessie was there at the front of the garage, waiting for him.

Getting out of his car he saw Jessie in the headlights, as he stood to the side of the door. He could tell that the man wanted to talk to him, so he indicated for Jessie to join him at the back of the car. As he opened the trunk and removed his suitcases he asked Jessie what he wanted.

"I want you to tell me how you hypnotized Miss Catherine, sir."

No preamble.

Just a straight forward question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jessie."

"Sure you do, Mr. Carl."

Now Carl started to sweat. How could Jessie know about the hypnosis, unless..............

"I see you, sir. I've watched you doing things to Miss Catherine that she ain't aware of."

"And how do you know she's not aware of them," he conceded. Apparently Jessie had witnessed him and his wife, without him knowing it.

"I heard you, sir. You told Miss Catherine that she wouldn't remember anything the two of you did each night. I listened real good, sir. I know what you do each night, but I'm not sure how you did it. I want you to show me. Please."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll just have to do the same thing to her, sir. But I'll tell her that she'll remember it all and then we'll see what happens."

Carl knew he was in a tight spot on this one. He loved having Catherine do things every night, and then wake up in the morning and be totally unaware of it the next day. He'd had a hard enough time keeping this all to himself to begin with, but now, with Jessie knowing all about it, he had to do something.
But what?

"Can we talk about this, Jessie?"

"Sure, Mr. Carl. We can talk about it. How about right now, down at my place?"

"Sure, Jessie. That'll be fine with me. Let me take my things to the house and let Catherine know where

I'll be. I'll just tell her that you and I have some talking to do. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Fine, sir. I'll be waiting for you." With that said Jessie turned back towards the garage and moved on to the building where he stayed. He'd wait there for Carl to show up and then the two of them would do things other then just talking. He'd already come up with a plan and now all he had to do was implement it. He wouldn't mind waiting at all.

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Catherine met him at the door, wearing nothing but a smile. It was one of the programs he'd used on her for the times he had to go out of town on business.
This way he knew she'd be waiting for him, ready for a hot session in their bedroom. Tonight though, he'd have to wait until he got done at Jessie's place.
"Catherine, I want you to go to the bedroom and wait on the bed for me. I have some things to take care with Jessie and I want you to be ready when I get
back."

"Yes, dear," Catherine answered. "Can I play while I wait?"

What she meant was, could she use her toys while he was busy.

"Sure you can, dear. I want that pussy nice and wet and ready for me when I get there." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then left and headed towards Jessie's place.

Fifteen minutes later he knocked on the front door and waited for Jessie to answer.

"Come in, Mr. Carl," he heard Jessie call.

He found Jessie waiting in the living room, apparently already for bed, since he was dressed in his night robe and slippers.

"You mind if I sit down, Jessie?"

"No, sir. Make yourself comfortable."

"How did you find out I'd hypnotized Catherine," he asked.

"It was accidental, sir. I was putting some things up in the shed out back of the house and I saw you come home one night. You looked mighty nervous to just be going into the house, like you had something on your mind, or that you'd done something wrong and didn't want to be caught. Several times I noticed the same thing, so I decided to see what was going on. At first I thought you might be seeing someone while you were away, but I thought about it and realized that you and Miss Catherine had a good marriage.

That's when I decided to follow you up to the house and sneak inside to see what was happening.

"I used my passkey Miss Catherine gave me and opened the door and followed the sounds that led me to the kitchen and I listened as you told her to get undressed. Then I heard you tell her to sit on the sofa and to undo your pants, followed by the thud as your pants hit the floor. I worked my way up the hallway and to the living room. I wanted to see what was happening."

Carl sat there, listening as Jessie told him of a night years in the past. He could still remember it himself, like it had just happened yesterday.

"I had a good view of the two of you, her sitting there and you standing in front of her with yourself exposed right in front of her face. I'll tell you, sir, I got a hard on just watching what happened next." Jessie shifted in his seat as his cock got hard relating the story to Carl. The front of his robe began to tent as he talked.

He noticed that Carl had seen it as well.

"Good!" he thought.

"I watched as you let your wife suck your cock, your uncut cock, Carl," he continued. "I knew I'd probably get in trouble for watching if I was to get caught, but at that particular time I couldn't have cared less. I pulled out my uncut cock and jerked off while I watched. Not that I came, cause I didn't. I knew that if I did there would be evidence I'd been there and it would've been hard to clean up without your or Miss Catherine hearing the noises. I watched as you leaned over and used your hand between her legs and I still watched as you shot your load into her mouth and saw strings of your cum dripping out of her mouth. I have to tell you, Mr. Carl, that was a pretty sight to behold. Yessir, it really was."

Jessie had already decided not to tell Carl that he'd already tasted and fucked his wife. He'd save that bit of news for a time when he'd really need it. Right now he was the only one to know it and he intended to keep it to himself for as long as possible. For what he had in mind it would be enough to make Carl think that he'd be able to fuck his wife anytime he wanted to. He wouldn't even let Carl know that he knew the code word to get Catherine started. Again, that would be his secret.

"Now you know what I wanted to tell you, Mr. Carl."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, sir, I want you to get undressed and do to me what you have her do to you. That's what I'd like for right now."

To say Carl was shocked would be an understatement. He'd never thought that Jessie would try to use this to his advantage, or to blackmail him. Then again, he should have figured it out while Jessie was telling him all this.

"You want me to what?" he asked.

"I want you to come over here, get down on your knees in front of me, take out my uncut, black cock, and suck it, just like you had Miss Catherine do for your."

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because if you don't I'll show Miss Catherine the pictures of you sucking her pussy, her sucking your cock, and you fucking her. That's why." Now Jessie didn't have any pictures, but just by telling the story, and seeing that Carl knew he was telling the truth, but Carl didn't have to know that. Did he? Nope, sure didn't.

"WHAT PICTURES? You didn't say anything about taking pictures."

"Oh, didn't I? My mistake. I couldn't let you know that I had you by the balls, now could I? I had to have some sort of leverage against you, and those pictures are just that. What do you think Miss Catherine would do if she knew you took advantage of her? I know her feelings towards sex, Mr Car. We all do.

Don't we? She's made it clear enough over all these years, hasn't she? And you used that against her by hypnotizing her and making her do things she wouldn't do if she was aware of it."

Carl knew he was in a bind now. How in the hell had this gotten so far? So out of hand? Out of control was more like it.

"Why would I want to suck your cock, Jessie?'

"Well, you see, it's like this. I've always been a cock sucker myself and I've been needin' some relief, just like you. But there's no one around that I can go to. And unlike you I wouldn't take advantage of someone who wasn't aware of what was going on. As I see it, you're the only candidate around these
parts, and you'll know what's happening, won't you? I won't have to do things to you, or you to me, that you're not completely aware of. Makes it so much better for both of us."

Carl had no idea that Jessie was lying to him though and his mind raced to come up with something to get out of all this. The only thing he had to offer was the services of his wife, but he couldn't do that to her.

Sure, he used his advantage to get what he wanted, but he just couldn't bring himself to offer Catherine to another man, even is she wouldn't know it was happening. He couldn't.

"Are you sure that's all you want me to do?"

"Yes, Mr. Carl. That's all. Just some cock sucking."

"You're not going to want to fuck my ass, are you? Because if you are then I'll tell you to go to hell right now and to get off my property."

"You mean Miss Catherine's property, don't you? After all it was her daddy who left it to her, not to you."

Once again Jessie had him by the balls. It was true that the land and everything else belonged to his wife and not him. "DAMN," he thought. How did he know that?"

As if reading Carl's mind, Jessie said, "You forget, Mr. Carl, I used to work for her daddy before he passed.

I know a lot of things you don't."

"And just how DO you know that, Jessie?"

"Who do you think satisfied me for a long time before he passed?" he smiled.

"You don't mean...................."

"Yessir, I DO mean. Mr. James and I would suck each others cocks for a long time and for many years.

Why, I even got to fuck Mrs. James on occasion, but she knew what she was doing and gladly let me fuck her while her husband watched. She'd even sit on the bed while we sucked each other off and take both of us into her mouth when it was time for us to shoot our loads. Yessir, there's a lot of things that
you don't know, Mr. Carl. A lot of things."

That revelation almost caused Carl to fall out of his seat. He'd had no idea that Jessie and played around with both of Catherine's parents. It was something that never would've entered his thoughts.

He got up from his seat and began to remove his clothes, first his shirt, then his shoes and finally his pants, leaving him standing there with nothing on but his socks and boxers, with his steadily hardening cock starting to poke through the opening of his shorts. Once he looked up at Jessie he found that the
man had opened his robe, revealing his naked, black body with his uncut cock already standing at attention, waiting for him to get to the business at hand.
"You waiting for an invitation, Mr. Carl? If you are, here it is," he pointed to his hard cock, waiting for him to lower his hot mouth and make contact for the first time.

"Do I have to do this?"

"Yes, you do. I hold all the cards to this one, sir, and you will do what I ask you to do. I'm not going to tell you. I want you to do this because you want to. I'm not like some of those country niggers who demand you do something. I'm a nice guy and I will only ask you to do this. I want you to do it because you
want to and because you know what will happen if you don't. Do I make myself understood, Mr. Carl?"

"Yes, you do, Jessie."

With that said, Carl dropped to his knees and took hold of Jessie's cock. It was the first cock he'd felt that wasn't his own. He knew how his hard cock felt, but this was new to him and, like his wife earlier, he noticed the velvety feeling of the hard cock he now held. He also noticed the ample abundance of foreskin, like his own. Only Jessie's skin was much longer and his cock about an inch or two bigger then he was, and he'd measured himself at almost 10 inches. He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, probing the loose folds of skin and sticking it into the skin until he felt the sponge-like head of Jessie's cock.

Even the texture of his cock head felt different. But then again, he'd never had a cock in his mouth before, so the texture was something he'd never experienced before. He sucked the loose skin into his mouth and felt it slide down the back of his throat, but he was surprised that his gag reflex didn't kick in. Later, when he tried to get the cock that far back into his mouth that reflex would kick in and he'd have to pull
off and start over again.

While he licked between the skin and cock head he used his other hand to gently stroke Jessie to an even harder state. It just amazed him that something that felt so soft could be so hard, but then again, he'd always wondered that about himself when he jacked off. Twice he had to release Jessie's cock and
start again, pulling all that skin back onto the stalk of the cock until it was all behind his cock head. Then he'd start bobbing his head up and down on the shaft, taking as much into his mouth as he could. Once he'd learned how far he could swallow the cock he was careful not to gag again. After a couple of minutes he got a rhythm going and was beginning to like sucking a cock. He started to move his head around as he sucked, and pretty soon his own saliva was running down the shaft and collecting on his fist and the loose skin. Pretty soon it was even dribbling down on Jessie's balls.

He pulled off the cock and looked down at the plumb-sized balls hanging below his fist. It was then that he noticed Jessie didn't have any hair around the base of his cock or on his balls. It reminded him of Catherine's shaved pussy, and he found that he liked it very much.

Jessie had taken the idea from Catherine, in fact. Once he'd gotten a taste of her bald pussy he was determined to shave himself and to keep it that way. He found that he liked the 'freshness' of it and it didn't bother him at all to keep shaven.

"Stand up, Mr. Carl. Let me see your hard cock and feel it in my mouth. You shouldn't be the only one to enjoy himself. After all, I love to suck a cock and it's been a while since I've had one to play with."

Carl reluctantly removed the cock from his mouth, licking up the clear pearls of pre cum as he did. He'd been looking forward to tasting his first load of another man's cum. He knew already what he tasted like.

After all, he'd jerked off for years and had eaten his own loads for some time. He had wanted to see if Jessie's cum was as good as his.

"Don't worry, Mr. Carl, you'll get your share of my cum before you go back to the house. I promise you that." Again, it was like Jessie was reading his mind.
As he stood up Jessie got his first close-up view of Carl's uncut cock. Like his, it was rock hard and he could feel that stiffness when he wrapped his fingers around it for the first time. The contrast of his black fingers against this white cock still amazed him. Mr. James' cock was much like Mr. Carl's, only Mr.
James' cock was smaller. Longer, but smaller in girth and he was circumcised, too. He could easily take all of Mr. James' cock down his throat with no problems but he knew he'd have to get use to this one before he tried to take it all. He had plenty of time though to work on it.

In one swoop he took half of Mr. Carl's cock into his mouth, forcing his tongue into the opening of his foreskin, feeling around the cock head below the skin.
Besides sucking pussy, sucking cock was the thing he liked most. Yes, he was going to enjoy all the time he and Mr. Carl would be spending with
each other.

He bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of Carl's cock into his mouth and the beginning of his throat. He was now confident that before the night was over he'd be getting his nose down to the pubic hair. Using both hands he jacked the cock, feeling the foreskin slide down and over the cock head
then up and over it again. He loved the feel of the skin as it moved against the cock head and he was soon tasting the beginnings of Carl's pre cum as well. With some reluctance he pulled off the cock and looked up at Carl.

"I want you to join me in my bedroom, please. I think it's time we both enjoyed each other at the same time. It'll be more comfortable on the bed though, instead of in here on the floor."

Carl followed him to the bedroom, where he removed the rest of his clothing and Jessie came out of his robe and slippers for the first time. He watched Jessie get on the bed and settle in the middle of his king-sized mattress and motioned for him to join him there. With no hesitation he did just that and
then they turned around so that they each had a hard cock in their faces, knowing what was expected to be done. Without the hesitation he's shown earlier, Carl took the black uncut cock into his mouth and started off where he'd left off. This time there was more pre cum to enjoy and it was quickly lapped up and sucked down his throat. He felt Jessie do the same thing to him and shut his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of another man's mouth on him. He had to admit to himself that he'd always been curious to try this, but had never had the gumption, or the balls, to actually ask someone to let him do it. He guessed that it was really every man's dream and desire to witness what it actually felt like to have another man suck his cock and to also suck one as well. He knew that Jessie wouldn't have to ask him again, too. He'd gladly meet with the man and suck his cock all he wanted to. Just as long as Jessie was willing to return the favor.

Jessie sucked Carl until he knew he wouldn't be able to stop him from shooting his load into his mouth.

In fact, that's just what he wanted. He wanted Carl to shoot a huge load of his cum into his mouth and down his throat. He wanted it more then he'd wanted to fuck Catherine. So he continued to keep up the pressure with is mouth, taking the cock as deeply as he could, knowing that the friction the back of his
throat caused would only increase the need to shoot. Before long he got his reward.

"I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Carl hollered as he pulled his mouth off Jessie's cock. "Man, suck that cock, Jessie! SUCK IT!!!!!"

It's a good thing Jessie's house is far from the main one. Because surely Catherine would've been able to hear that one!

Carl stuffed his mouth full of black cock and sucked like Jessie had sucked him. He didn't even realize it, but he'd also gotten all of Jessie's cock down his throat and he was unknowingly using the same technique Jessie had use on him. In only a matter of minutes Jessie was shooting his load down his
throat, too.

Unlike Carl, Jessie didn't holler out. He merely lay there and enjoyed the feeling of draining his cock into another man's mouth once more. Yes, this was going to be a very mutual thing for the two of them for some time.

He pulled out of Carl's mouth, leaving a string of cum the finally broke and settled on the man's chin and neck. Using his fingers he scooped it up and licked them off, enjoying the taste of his own juices, too.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand he was surprised to see that what he'd thought had been hours of cock sucking had indeed been only 45 minutes.
"Time does fly when you're having fun," he thought, and he knew more fun was in the future.

Hopefully the future would hold sessions with not only Catherine and Carl, but with each of them at the same time. It would take some convincing to get Carl to agree to it, especially after what he'd told him earlier, but he was sure he could convince the man to let him fuck his wife and make it sound like it
was his idea in the first place.

Time would tell though. Time would tell.

Chapter 4

When Carl got back to the house he found Catherine lying in the bed, busy fucking herself with her newest cucumber. He stood in the doorway and enjoy the view.

"She's becoming a real slut," he thought. "It's a shame she'll never know it though."

On the bed Catherine continued with her cucumber, not realizing she now had an audience. She'd decided to play with herself while her husband was gone.
After all, Carl had told her to enjoy herself while he attended to some business with Jessie, so that's just what she did.

As he watched his wife Carl decided it was time to once again get out of his clothes, so he began to strip while he stood there. By the time his pants and shorts were gone his cock was again rock hard and wanting some attention. He never realized he could get hard again so quickly after shooting a load, but it was going to be something he'd take advantage of in the future. He'd really enjoyed his session with Jessie and has surprised himself by liking the idea, and the actual deed, of sucking off another man. He had to admit to himself that he'd always wondered what it would be like to have a man suck his cock for him. He'd fantasized about it at times when he'd jack off, unable to get to Catherine in time to have her do it for him.

Catherine looked lovely, lying there on the bed with nothing on and her pussy shaved clean. He was glad he'd thought of that one. Now, if only he had the courage to shave himself. Perhaps one of these days. Heck, he might even get his wife to shave him. That would be something to behold. Watching as
his lovely wife trimmed his pubic hair and then shaved his cock and balls. Definitely something to consider in the future. If Catherine's pussy felt so good without any hair, he could imagine what his cock and balls would feel like without any hair down there.

He finally entered the room and called to his wife.

"Catherine?" he called.

Immediately she opened her eyes and beheld Carl's naked body standing at the side of the bed, his cock at attention, begging to be sucked. She forgot the cucumber in her pussy, leaving it there, and moved towards Carl, taking his hard cock into her mouth without even asking if that's what he wanted. It was
what she wanted, so she was going to do it.

She swirled her tongue around his uncut cock head, tasting it for the first time in over a week. Then she stuck her tongue down into the foreskin and licked around the head, savoring all the tastes beneath his excess skin. Then she poked into his piss hole, trying to suck out his cum, causing him to shiver
slightly, wanting badly to empty another load from his balls.

While she sucked his cock she looked up into her husband's face, seeing his approval for what she was doing for him. That alone caused her to increase her sucking, wanting all the more to taste his cum.

She pushed her head down further onto the hard cock, taking all of him into her mouth. She loved to feel his cock head bang against the back of her throat and she'd finally gotten to the point where she could deep throat him without setting off her gag reflex. She'd also learned to hold her head back a little, thus
allowing his cock easier access into her throat.

As she bobbed on his cock she could begin to taste his pre cum, knowing that it wouldn't be long now before he was ready to shoot his load into her mouth, and she tried all the harder to make that happen.

Watching her suck his cock Carl found himself wondering what Catherine would look like with Jessie's huge cock pumping into her pussy. He'd never thought of that before, but for some reason, after havingJessie suck his cock, the thought came to him and he began to ponder what it would look like. He also wondered if Jessie would be willing to fuck his wife, while he watched, of course. He had to admit to himself, he liked the idea and just the thought of watching another man fuck his wife excited him all the more. Especially if that man were black!

Catherine pulled off his cock, looked up at him, and told him, "I want you to shoot your cum into my mouth, Carl."

Who was he to refuse?

Taking his cock into his hand be began to jerk off, as Catherine's attention turned to his balls and she began to lick and suck on them. He knew he was close to shooting again, and he loved the idea that

Catherine wanted him to unload into her mouth, as he had so many times in the past.

It didn't take long before she got her wish and the first shot hit her right on the tip of her tongue, and with that she swallowed his cock again and felt the next shot go deep into her belly, bypassing her tongue and going straight down her throat. The next show was received on the back of her tongue and she licked her lips, showing Carl what he'd just shot off, then she swallowed it and again took his cock into her mouth, ready again to receive the next few shots.

She wasn't disappointed, either.

They both collapsed on the bed after that, with Carl turning so that he was on his back, right next to Catherine. With one hand he tweaked her hard nipples and with the other flicked her clitoris, causing her to shiver with her first orgasm of the night.

Once he'd regained his composure he got off the bed, knelt at the mattress, and began to lick and suck on the bald pussy before him.

"Shame there's no cum in there," he thought as he began to eat his wife out.

Since sucking off Jessie he found that he liked the taste of cum, including his own, and could hardly wait to taste more, whether it be his or Jessie's. Didn't matter to him. In fact, once again the thought of Jessie fucking Catherine, and leaving his cum in her for him to suck out, entered his mind.

"Damn! I'm really going to have to touch base with Jessie on this one. I would imagine he's love to fuck a white woman for a change." He never would know that Jessie had already sampled Catherine with both his mouth and his uncut cock.

Carl continued to suck Catherine's pussy until he got her to climax 3 times, then he crawled up on the bed and fell asleep. He'd plant a suggestion in his wife's mind the next morning, before he had to leave town on another business meeting.

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Carl sat at the table the next morning, waiting for Catherine to get out of the shower and come down stairs. While he waited he fixed his usual breakfast fare, toast with peanut butter, a glass of orange juice and a small glass of CranGrape juice.

Ten minutes later he heard the water shut off and knew it would probably be another ten minutes or so before his wife joined him. After all, it took her almost three times the time it took him to get ready every morning, what with all her makeup and such.

Twelve minutes later Catherine joined him at the table, a smile on her face. She was still under the control he'd exercised on her last night before going to Jessie's place.

"Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered slowly.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Very much, Carl. You know I love it when you let me suck your cock and then you suck my pussy."

"I'm glad you like it, too, dear. Listen, would you like to do something for me while I'm gone?"

"Gone? Don't tell me you've got another business meeting to go to! You just got home yesterday!"

"I know, dear, but the boss wants me to close this deal before the end of next week. It'll mean a huge bonus for me at the end of the year, too."

Catherine sat there and actually pouted. "But I'll miss you so much!"

"And I'll miss you just as much, dear, but it's got to be done. Think you can handle things here again while I'm gone? I know it's a lot to ask, but I know you're up to it."

"Sure, Carl. Not much to handle though. Jessie practically runs the place. I don't know what we'd do without him. I'm so glad you let me hire him, too. He worked so hard for Daddy and Mama, so I knew we'd be able to trust him."

"If you only knew," he thought to himself.

"Buttermilk," he said.

He watched as Catherine's chin rested on her chest, just above her already pointed nipples, which were poking out from her blouse.

"I want you to do me a favor while I'm gone, Catherine."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want you to be very nice to Jessie. I mean a special nice. Do you understand what I'm asking you to do, dear?"

"You want me to treat Jessie special. Like I treat you special?"

"Yes. Like you treat me special," he answered.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Just do to Jessie what you let me do to you while I'm gone. I want him to think that you came up with the idea and that I had no influence on your decision at all. Do you understand?"

"Do you want me to suck his cock? Do you want me to fuck him? Do you want me to let him suck my pussy and my hard nipples?" While she asked these questions her hands went to her chest and she began to tweak her own nipples, getting them harder then they already were.

"Yes! That's exactly what I want you to do, Catherine. You'll not remember it, of course, but when I get home you'll be able to tell me what happened and how much you enjoyed it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I'm to let Jessie fuck me, suck me and I'm to suck him and fuck him and then tell you all about it when you get home. How many times do you want me to do this?"

"As many times as you like. But you will not, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT let Jessie fuck you in the ass.

Is that understood?"

"Jessie is not to fuck me in the ass. Yes. I understand."

"Good. Now, when I count to three you'll wake up all refreshed. One........Two..........Three!"

"I feel so good today, Carl. I must have slept like a baby last night."

"You were already sleeping when I got back from Jessie's last night, so I let you sleep and didn't disturb you."

"Thank you, Carl. That was nice of you. I've been unusually tired the last week or so. I guess I have a hard time sleeping when you're not here. Sure was nice to have you in bed with me again last night."

"I like it when we sleep together, but I do wish you'd let me do something........."

"Stop it right there, mister." Her tone of voice was something he'd come to recognize when the subject of sex came up.

"You know that isn't going to happen. I love you dearly, Carl, but I will not do something that is against the way I feel. Why do you think we don't have any children, Carl? I don't like sex! I don't want sex!

I will not even discuss sex! I thought I'd made myself quite clear on that subject, yet you keep on insisting on bringing it up. When will you stop?"

"Well, I guess I never will stop. Unlike you, I like sex. I want to have sex with my wife! If only you'd understand that!"

"Are you having an affair on me, Carl?"

He was even shocked to realize she'd thought of that.

"Hell, no! I don't need to have an affair! I love you, Catherine, even though you won't have sex with me.

That doesn't mean that I'm going to find it elsewhere though. When I get horny enough I can jack off all by myself, without having to get someone else to do it for me."

"Such language, Carl!"

"Well that's the way it is, Catherine."

"But why would you talk to me that way?"

"Because you asked!" he almost hollered at her. He regained his composure though and calmed down before he spoke to her again.

"Listen, Catherine. Sex is something married couples do all the time. It's only natural for them to want to have sex with their mates. I honestly don't know what your parents did to you to make you hate even the thought of having sex, but damn it! I'm your husband and it's my right to expect my wife to
satisfy me on occasion!"

He almost got up and stomped out of the room, but by the expression on her face he could tell that her feelings had been hurt by the language he used, as well as the tone of his voice.

"Listen, Catherine. I love you. Only you. I don't even want to think of having sex with anyone other then you. It wouldn't be right! I can live with this though. If that's what you really want."

"It's what I want, Carl.

"I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings, dear, but sex is something I can live without. I hope you'll one day understand that. If I were in your place, and you didn't like sex, I'd do my best to understand your feelings and I'd try not to pressure you into something you don't feel good doing."

Just the there was a knock on the back door and a couple of minutes later Jessie entered through the kitchen. He could tell something important was being discussed though, and he made his apologies.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.

"No," Catherine answered. "Our conversation is over." She looked at her husband, and smiled. "I really do hope you can understand the way I feel, Carl."
She kissed him on the cheek and left the room, heading upstairs to the bedroom.

All Carl could do was sit there and shake his head.

"Some understanding would be nice," he said, almost to himself. Unfortunately, Jessie heard him and questioned him about it.

"You and Miss Catherine having some problems, Mr. Carl?" he asked.

"Nothing I can't handle, Jessie," he replied.

Jessie pulled up a chair and poured himself a cup of coffee, as he'd done every morning for the past 30 years. He'd been so much a part of the family that he still took advantage of the situation, and no one complained at all. He fit in here and he wanted to continue to fit in.

He looked at Carl, trying to read the expressions on the man's face.

"You ok," he asked.

Carl looked up at him, a surprised look on his face.

"You mean about last night?" he asked.

"Yes. About last night."

"I'm fine with it, Jessie. Yes, I liked it, too."

"I did, too, Mr. Carl. You're not mad at me?"

"Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the balls to actually do it."

"So, you'd be ok with getting with me another time, for a repeat performance?"

"Sure, Jessie. I'd like that. Right now though I gotta get my things packed and head out for another business meeting."

"You going to be gone long this time, Mr. Carl?"

"About two weeks this time, Jessie. Got to get this all finished before the holidays and back home again. I have a surprise for the misses and I want to be here for the holiday and give it to her myself."

"Mind sharing what that surprise is?"

"Well, if you must know, I got her a dog as a companion for when I do have to go out of town. I want her to feel protected while I'm not here." He noticed the hurt expression on Jessie's face after he'd said it.

"Hey, Jessie, I know you're here, but I'd feel better. Especially at night when she's in the house all by herself."

"Doesn't hurt my feelings none. In fact, I think it's a good idea. These days you never know what might happen anymore. Seems like crime is up way too much these days and it never hurts to protect your loved ones. I think she'd like a dog. What kind you getting her?"

"I thought of a Doberman, but then I thought she might be scared by him, so I got her a great dane instead. They're gentle with their owners and their size should deter someone of even thinking of doing something once they see him."

"So, he's a puppy then?"

"Actually, he's almost a year old. The owner is having to move to California for his job and will have to get an apartment. He found out he wouldn't be able to take King with him, so I told him I'd make sure he had a good home."

"Mighty nice of you, sir. Yep. I think Miss Catherine is gonna like that dog." Already the gears in Jessie's mind were beginning to work up a plan, both for the dog and Miss Catherine. And, with Mr. Carl gone for weeks at a time, he'd have plenty of time to set it all in motion. He had no idea that
Carl had already implanted the idea of Catherine fucking and sucking him off while he was gone for the next two weeks. And no idea that Catherine would be the one to ask him to let her do it, either.

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Carl was gone for only two days when his suggestion to Catherine took root.

The evening of the second day she called Jessie to the main house, on the assumption that he'd be dining with her that evening.

He was totally unprepared for what he'd encounter once he got there.

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Catherine as going to go all out on this. She'd already decided that when she opened the door to welcome Jessie into the house that she'd be standing there with nothing but a grin on her face, her naked body staring him right in the face. Then she'd grab him by his crotch and drag him to the next
room where she'd take off his clothes so that she could finally see the package he had to offer her.

She was already wet just thinking about it.

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As he stood in the doorway his thoughts were actually on the meal to come. He wondered if she'd fixed his favorites and could already taste them in him mind. He had other plans for the evening, but those could wait till after the meal was finished.

Unknown to him, the meal was simply a ruse to get him to the house.

Catherine was in her bedroom when she heard the knock on the door. She knew at a time like this that Jessie would wait for her to answer the door. After all, he was invited this time, and not to be treated as a member of the family.

It was rare for Jessie to be invited to a meal, especially with Mr. Carl out of town, but he knew what he was expected to do, so he waited for Miss Catherine to answer the door and let him in.

Just as his patience was about to run out he heard the lock being unlatched and watched as the door was drawn opened. The shock of what he saw was so total that he was completely speechless.

Right there in front of him stood Miss Catherine, without a stitch of clothing on.

Her nipples were standing at attention, begging for attention. She actually stood there tweaking those nipples with her fingers, silently inviting him into the house as she did so.

He entered without hesitation. His cock was already standing at attention, wanting attention of another kind.

"You like what you see, Jessie?" she asked him.

Again, the words wouldn't come to his mouth.

She looked at this crotch and said the only thing that came to her mind, "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?"

He laughed at that one. He'd not heard it in a long time and, while it was an old cliche, it still fit the situation. After all, once he saw that naked body in front of him all his cock could do was get still in anticipation of what was yet to come.

He grabbed her hand, pressing it to his hard member and asked," What do you think, Miss Catherine?"

"I think it's something I need to take care of right away, don't you?"

"I sure do."

On the way to the living room, dinner completely forgotten ("If there ever was to be a dinner," he thought) by now. The only thing that mattered was his hard cock and the naked body pulling him into the house, towards the living room.

Once in the big room Catherine fell to her knees, pulled Jessie closer, tugged open his pants, dropped them to the floor, followed by his boxers, thus releasing his hard cock. With no hesitation whatsoever she covered his cock head with her mouth and began to suck as if her life depended on getting him to
shoot his load into her hot mouth. In truth, that's exactly what he wanted to do, too.

As she sucked his uncut cock her other hand rolled his balls between her fingers, causing more desires to make themselves known to him. He felt her tongue as it insinuated itself between his loose skin and his cock head, driving the tip of her tongue into his piss hole. Then she sucked as hard as she could, coaxing his pre cum from his balls where she could finally get a taste of it.

"It's a shame she doesn't remember our first time together," he thought.

Then he wondered if Carl had put this idea into her head. Had to be, especially since he knew her predilection towards sex. Silently he thanked Carl for this and was determined to show him how thankful he was once he got home. He'd give him a blow job like he'd never done for another man,
and it would be one for the books, too. But right now he intended to enjoy whatever it was Miss Catherine had in mind for tonight.

Right now, along with sucking his cock and playing with his huge balls, she was also moving her other hand to where she could stick a finger up his ass.

A look of surprise registered on his face at the first penetration, but he was glad she was doing it, as he liked something up his ass on occasion. He'd even been know to take a cock up there, when the time was right and he was with someone he really liked. It hadn't happened too often, but then again,
living on the grounds like this his exposure to other males was limited and of all the men he did get with only one had fit that bill. But that had been Catherine's father at the time. It had been a relationship that had lasted for almost 25 years and had continued till the old man had died years
earlier. He still missed Mr. James at times.

He watched as his cock disappeared into Miss Catherine's mouth, still amazed at the contrast of his black skin and her white skin. The thrill of actually having a white women suck his cock and let him fuck her, too, was still strong. His memories of that night a couple of weeks ago was still fresh and he'd thought about it often during the past weeks, wishing he had another chance to fuck this woman.

Catherine's mind wondered as she sucked Jessie. Something was nagging at the back of her mind.

It was like she'd done this before. The texture of his uncut cock felt familiar, as did the taste of his pre cum. Memories kept flashing in the back of her mind but never stayed there long enough to completely register. Perhaps she'd only dreamed of one day sucking a black cock, and then fucking
one, too. Her memories were foggy and she didn't linger on them too long, wanting to fill this sudden desire in her body to do this to Jessie. For some reason she felt compelled to suck this black cock.

Her juices were running down her inner legs as she continued to suck, drawing the cock back into her throat, as she'd done with Carl the night before. Now memories of doing this to Carl were also starting to enter her mind. And, once more, she dismissed them as only dreams.

In her current state of mind she didn't realize that in real life she couldn't stand the thought of sex, whether it be with a white man or a black one. All she could think of right now was getting this black cock to shoot it's load into her mouth where she could taste it and swallow it all. All her body wanted at this time was this black cock in her mouth and later deep in her pussy.

Again, she deep throated the cock and sucked his loose skin down the back of her throat, feeling it slide down behind her tongue. Then she'd use her hands to pull the skin back down the shaft until it pulled out of her throat and she could feel the end on the flat part of her tongue and then she'd suck on it for a while, using it like a straw to pull out the pre cum that had already leaked from his balls. Then she'd pull the skin further back down the shaft, waiting till it was just about to uncover his cock head and she'd insinuate her tongue between the cock head and the loose skin, making her tongue feel confined
between them. She then wiggle it and lick up the excess cum that had finally begun to make itself known at the end of his cock head. For some reason she felt like she'd already tasted Jessie's load, but it didn't stop her and she devoured the cum as it was released. Finally she got enough suction on
his cock that it would only be minutes before she felt his load displayed on her tongue and in her mouth.

Her pussy got wetter with the thought and she soon had one hand between her legs, pinching her clit while sucking on his cock.

When she realized he was about to shoot his load, Catherine pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the first blast hit her right in her face. The warm feeling of his cum excited her and, with the friction of her fingers on her clit, she came for the first time. Her juices were really flowing now and it would make his entry into her much easier. Right now though her only thoughts were of draining his cock with her mouth first.

After the first shot she quickly popped his cock into her mouth again, this time getting met with a stream of cum that missed the back of her tongue and went straight down her throat, filling her stomach with it's warmness and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

The next few shots landed on her tongue and she swallowed it greedily, wanting more and more. She got three more shots before his balls drained and is cock started to deflate. Still she continued to suck, not wanting the erection to go. Finally she gave in though, when it was apparent that no matter how
hard she sucked it just wasn't going to stay hard. But, given time and some rest, she knew he'd get it up again in time to fuck her with it.

Standing in front of him she opened her mouth, to allow him to see the traces of his juices still in her mouth.

He grabbed her and pulled her closer, planting a kiss on those luscious lips of hers.

She felt his tongue enter her mouth and swirl around inside, collecting as much of the remains of his cum as he could. Then he backed up, opened his mouth so she could see it inside his mouth, and then he swallowed.

When she saw that she smiled at him and finished swallowing what was left in her mouth.

Pulling her to the sofa he gently pushed her down until she was sitting in front of him, her head level with his crotch, but he wasn't wanting her to give him more oral stimulation. This time it was his turn to use his mouth on her. He pushed her back on the soft and then pulled her legs until her butt
was sitting on the edge of the cushions, into a reclining position. Now her pussy was right in front of him and he spread her legs, pushing them back until her knees met the tips of her rock hard nipples, then he went to work enjoying the juices already streaking down her inner thighs

He started licking at the back of her knees, where the trail of her juices stopped, and slowly and deliberately worked towards her crotch. Once he finished one leg he started at the same place on the other one. By the time he got to her crotch more juices were beginning to pool and he quickly lapped
them up as well. When he finally got to her bald pussy, pulling open her outer lips, he was greeted with still more wetness.

He licked the outer lips first, never daring to actually enter her with his tongue until he was sure there was nothing remaining outside her pussy. When he was finished there he again pulled her open and concentrated on one lip at a time, licking into her and her inner lips, cleaning her up as he went.

After making sure he'd gotten it all there he placed his whole mouth on her hole and began to gently suck on both pair of lips, drawing more nectar from within.

The slickness of her bald pussy excited him like nothing else. While he enjoyed sucking on a pussy, whether or not it had hair, this was the first completely bald pussy he'd sucked for a long time, not counting his earlier encounter with her. There wasn't even any stubble to cause irritation on his
mouth and tongue and he was thankful for that much. This way his enjoyment was total and his pleasuring much more fun.

Catherine moaned and rocked her hips with each penetration of his tongue into her pussy. When he'd licked her outer and inner lips it was all she could do to stay on the sofa and let him continue with his oral ministrations. His tongue felt so good inside her that she never wanted him to stop. She could actually feel the suction as he concentrated on her inner lips, and she thought she could also feel her juices being sucked out of her as well. She wondered how it could feel so good!

After getting Catherine to cum 3 times with his mouth he decided it was time to once again fuck her pussy. While it wouldn't be as tight as it was the first time, he was sure it would still feel snug and that she'd be so wet that his penetration this time would be like a knife cutting hot butter. He backed
up on his knees and brought his once again hard cock up to her pussy lips.

From her position on the sofa, Catherine had a clear view of Jessie's black cock as he placed his uncut head against her lips. The she watched as he pulled his foreskin back to expose this purplish head, leaving some of his skin still on his cock head. She knew that once his head entered her all his skin
would be puckered behind that cock head until he pulled out of her again. Then, once he started to pull out, his skin would once again begin to slowly cover his head and that excited her even more.

Jessie slowly pushed until his head disappeared into her. He watched her eyes as they widened and her pussy slowly adjusted to his size again and accepted him. She was unbelievably wet inside and there was almost no resistance to his penetration this time. She slid smoothly into her and once he
was completely inside began to stroke in and out of her warmth and wetness. For the first few strokes it was like he was fucking a balloon filled with oil. There was little, if any, friction and that continued for the first strokes until the friction started to build and he soon felt his skin against the inside of her pussy.
Once more she started to moan and gyrate her hips, trying as hard as she could to pull him deeper into her hole. Finally she felt his cock head bump against her cervix and she knew for sure that he could go no further. To do so he'd almost have to penetrate her cervix.

Building up a steady stroking motion Jessie pounded into her wet hole and continued until he gave out of breath. He rested a few minutes and let her straighten out her legs, with him still inside her, to ease the cramps he felt she'd already been feeling since he started fucking into her. After a while of
rest she let him know she was ready again by thrusting her hips up to his crotch, so he once again began to push his cock into her.

Reaching down between her legs, Catherine was able to feel his erection as he fucked into her. With each movement she could feel his foreskin withdraw and slide up the length of his shaft. Again and again she felt this and her pussy creamed even more. Finally she clamped her legs around his hips
and thrust up to him one final time, triggering her last climax. When she came this time he did, too.

She could feel his shots deep inside her. Each shot slowly filled her pussy with his cream and finally he stopped thrusting, pushing in one last time. Then, holding her legs up, despite the cramps in them, he backed up, knelt down in front of her, and plastered his mouth to her hole and sucked all his cum
out of her well used pussy.

Another climax racked her body and she finally sagged, limp, against the back of the sofa. She was completely worn out, but also completely satisfied.
Not that she'd remember any of it in the morning.

Chapter 5

Two weeks after the unremembered encounter with Jessie, Catherine heard a knock on the front door and when she answered it she was surprised to find Jessie standing there, holding a large package in his arms.