My name is Paul, and I have worked at GMAF for about


    five years. I am 28, and have worked my a.s.s off trying


    to get ahead. There is an opening for a junior vice-


    president, and I intend to have it. There are others in


    line for the same position, but I believe that I am the


    most qualified. If not as qualified, at least, more


    determined. I earn a very good wage, but since I was


    married a year ago, we could certainly use the extra


    two car payments, takes a big bite out of the paycheck.


    My wife, Holly, is presently unemployed. She is 24, 5''


    3", 34-24-36. She is not a movie star, nor the most


    beautiful woman in the world, but she is very pretty,


    with a wholesome innocence about her. Have you ever


    heard of a 23-year-old v.i.r.g.i.n today? Well, Holly was.


    She comes from a very religious family, and is a devout


    Catholic. We had plans to start a family, until she was


    laid off from her PR job. We already have a baby room


    furnished and decorated. There''s an opening in our


    mailroom, and I am trying to pull strings to get her


    hired here. It doesn''t pay as much as she was used to,


    but still pays a good salary.


    My immediate supervisor is Mr. Beal. That is what he


    demands everyone in his section call him. He is a large


    black male about 35. When he interviewed me five years


    ago, he said, "You will call me Mister Beal, and


    nothing but, Mister Beal."


    I have been intimidated by him ever since. We get along


    He seems to have gotten a little more friendly in the


    last year, or so. I don''t think it is safe to have him


    as anything more than an impersonal supervisor. I have


    watched during the last five years and it seems as if


    he gets on friendly terms with someone, and less than a


    year later, they disappear.


    I have heard they always move to better jobs, but I


    still don''t trust him. The first to leave was the man


    that took me under his wing, when I first started. He


    in the world. Within a couple of months, after Mister


    Beal began being his bosom buddy, he became quiet,


    morose, and seemed to be in a world all his own.


    About eight months later, I came to work and his desk


    was empty. Mister Beal said he had taken a position


    with another company. The same circ.u.mstances have


    surrounded the friendship of four other friends of


    mine. It has been a couple of months since the last of


    "Mister Beal''s" friends has left for bigger and better


    "Hey, Paul, how''s married life? You starting a family


    yet?" As Mister Beal was saying this, he was sitting


    down on the corner of my desk.


    I was so surprised that all I could do is stammer,


    "Married life is wonderful, but we haven''t tried for a


    family." Mister Beal made himself comfortable and


    seemed to be there to stay for a while.


    "Is this her picture?" he said, looking at a 4 x 5


    framed photo on my desk. It was the only picture I had


    of her in a swimming suit. "Seems to me, she has the


    wide h.i.p.s of a very fertile woman. My mother always


    said you could tell a baby-making woman, by looking at


    her h.i.p.s. I don''t mean anything derogatory, by saying


    she has wide h.i.p.s. I think they are beautiful. You have


    a very good-looking wife, and should be proud of her.


    Have you ever noticed black women? They all have large


    h.i.p.s. That''s why there are so many black babies. A


    black man is forever looking at a woman''s a.s.s. Well, so


    much for a history of black women''s asses. If you need


    anything, let me know. You seem to be after that vice-


    presidents job. I''m pretty tight with old man


    Richardson. Want me to put in a word for you?"


    I didn''t know if I should be pissed, or had been


    complimented. "No, don''t say anything to the old man. I


    will do this on my own. There is one little thing you


    might help me with. Holly has been unemployed for a


    couple of months. There is an opening in the mailroom.


    Who is the best person I can find to put in a good word


    for her? She really could use the job."


    "I don''t have anymore time to discuss it right now. Why


    don''t you drop over to my house about 7 this evening? I


    live alone, and we can make a night out of it. Your


    little wife wouldn''t mind if you stayed out one night,


    would she? We will discuss the mail room opening, and


    maybe, I can come up with suggestions to help you in


    your promotion," Mister Beal said, smiling.


    "No, I''m sure she wouldn''t mind. She is always telling


    me I don''t have to stay home every minute." I told him.


    As he left, I kept trying to figure out what he wanted.


    There was something behind this conversation, but, for


    the life of me, I didn''t know what. Am I his next ''


    friend '' that leaves mysteriously? Maybe, there''s


    nothing to it. There''s a chance that he really will


    help, and Holly desperately wants a job. She''s going


    crazy cooped up in that house every day, not to mention


    the money we are losing.


    Holly was elated to hear that I was going over to


    Mister Beal''s. She had never met him and knew nothing


    of his condescending attitude toward the employees in


    his department. I never discussed my dislike or


    mistrust of the man. I was still apprehensive of


    meeting him at his own home, but Holly needed that job,


    and it was just possible that he could help me with the


    old man.


    I was ringing the bell at promptly 7pm. Mister Beal


    opened the door, and I was surprised to see him wearing


    a pair of shorts, and nothing else. He was displaying


    his muscular c.h.e.s.t, and when I glanced down, there was


    a huge mound between his legs. I looked back into his


    eyes, but not before he had seen my eyes on his crotch.


    There was a grin on his face, as he invited me in.


    "Come in! Come in! Right on time. I like a man that is


    punctual. Let''s go out on the terrace, and tip a few


    cold ones. We can relax and get to know each other. You


    can tell me what I can do to help your pretty young


    wife."


    After a half dozen cold beers, I was more relaxed.


    Especially, after Mister Beal told me in the privacy of


    his home to call him Jim or James. I was so surprised


    that I almost fell out of my chair!


    "Well Paul, I think I can assure you that your wife


    will get that opening in the mailroom. Have her come


    tomorrow morning, and ask for Mrs. Maynard. Mrs.


    Maynard owes me a favor, and will be glad to do one for


    me. I believe that you would be better off working on


    the old man yourself. You are already the forerunner,


    and as determined as you are, you have a good chance


    without my help. Now, let''s go inside and watch some


    home movies I have. Oh, by the way, these movies are


    pretty raunchy. You don''t mind, do you?"


    "No, I don''t mind. I haven''t seen a dirty movie in


    quite awhile. Holly doesn''t like that kind of thing." I


    replied. "She is very religious and was a v.i.r.g.i.n when


    we married. She is very conservative and would never


    watch anything like that." My God, I can''t believe I


    just told him that! It must be the alcohol. I''m not


    used to drinking. I haven''t had a drink since I met


    Holly.


    We went into the den, and he brought out a bottle of


    chilled brandy, with two glasses. He had a large screen


    television, and the DVD was already loaded. I was


    handed another glass, as he started the movie. It was


    an interracial f.u.c.k film, and starred a black male,


    with a white man and woman. It started out with the


    white man s.u.c.k.i.n.g the biggest black c.o.c.k I had ever


    seen. The black man was eating the white woman. His


    tongue was as long as my d.i.c.k. Jim filled my glass


    again, and I could see the bulge in his shorts had


    grown much larger, if that was possible. I had a raging


    six-inch hard on.


    Jim said, " why don''t you take your c.o.c.k out and touch


    it while we enjoy the movie. I''m going to pull off my


    shorts, and do the same."


    He had his back to me, when he pulled down his shorts.


    I dropped my pants and freed my hard d.i.c.k. I sat back


    down and began stroking my c.o.c.k. Then, he turned


    around, and I saw the monster between his legs. MY God!


    I couldn''t believe that a d.i.c.k could be that big! It


    was twice as long as mine, and much bigger around. He


    sat down next to me, and began stroking his massive


    shaft.


    After a few minutes of stroking, he stopped, and looked


    me in the eyes, "You know what is more exciting?"


    "What?" I croaked.


    "Let me stroke yours, and you stroke mine."


    At first, I thought he was joking, but looking into his


    face, I could see he was not. He reached over and put


    his hand on my c.o.c.k. His big hand completely engulfed


    it, but he began moving his hand back and forth. I


    couldn''t bring myself to touch his. I had never had any


    d.e.s.i.r.e to touch another man''s d.i.c.k. He took my hand and


    placed it on the shaft of that monster of his. I didn''t


    know what to do. Another man had my d.i.c.k in his hand,


    and my hand was on his. What had I gotten myself into?


    I was so horny, that I was gently moving my hand back


    and forth, even as I was thinking.


    "Now, I would say to just pretend that it is yours, but


    you could never pretend something that outrageous. So,


    instead stroke my d.i.c.k until I shoot my load all the


    way across the room." He ordered.


    His long shaft was soft and smooth, but hard as a


    brick. We are stroking each other with one hand and


    holding our brandy with the other. He set his glass


    down, and leaned over my l.a.p. He put his mouth on my


    hard d.i.c.k and I almost c.u.m immediately. I tried pulling


    away, but there was no place to go. After all the


    drinking, watching the e.r.o.t.i.c movie, and the


    unbelievable feeling of his warm mouth on my c.o.c.k was


    too much. I shot my load down his throat. He swallowed


    every drop! He licked my d.i.c.k clean and sat up.


    "Now, it''s your turn." He said.


    "What do you mean, ''my turn''?"


    "Don''t you think turn about is fair play? Did you think


    I would suck your little d.i.c.k, and you not suck me? You


    never pushed me away, so you had to know that I would


    want you to do the same to me. Don''t play dumb with me!


    Now, get down there and start s.u.c.k.i.n.g, and when I c.u.m,


    don''t lose a drop! You hear me?"


    He grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his d.i.c.k. At


    first, I just put the head into my mouth, but he wasn''t


    satisfied with that. He pushed my head down until I was


    choking. I had about eight inches of hard, black c.o.c.k


    in my mouth.


    "You''ve been watching the video. You see how that white


    prick is s.u.c.k.i.n.g black d.i.c.k. You do the same to me.


    Suck it good!"


    I had no choice but to make him c.u.m as soon as


    possible. But, could I swallow his jism? If I ever get


    out of here, I''ll never get myself into a position like


    this again. God, why did I ever agree to come to his


    house? Why did I drink so much? I was s.u.c.k.i.n.g, but


    still had room for my hand to be masturbating him at


    the same time. There was no way I could take all his


    c.o.c.k into my mouth. All of a sudden, I could feel his


    d.i.c.k getting harder. He took my head and forced my


    mouth all the way down to his pubic hairs. I was


    choking! I couldn''t breathe! Then, he was there! Spurt


    after spurt of c.u.m was gushing down my throat. I didn''t


    think he was ever going to stop. I fully believed I was


    going to die from lack of air. Finally, he finished,


    and released my head. C.u.m was dripping down his d.i.c.k.


    "Lick it clean. That''s what I did for you." He


    commanded.


    I licked and cleaned his still hard d.i.c.k.


    "I think we are finished for tonight. You probably


    want to go home and tell your wife the good news about


    her job. Don''t let this little episode bother you. I am


    not gay and neither are you. It felt good, and wasn''t


    so bad, was it?" he said.


    After everything was over, and I knew I wasn''t going to


    die, I had to admit that it felt good. It was certainly


    a new experience. Not one, I ever planned on repeating.


    So, I replied, "It''s okay, but I don''t believe that I


    could ever get into a habit of doing that."


    "Oh, We aren''t going to do this anymore, or, at least


    I''m not. This was just to get acquainted. In the near


    future, there will be a woman joining us. She will get


    the benefit of all the c.u.m."


    "A woman? I''m married. I cannot cheat on my wife. We


    have only been married a year. We would never cheat on


    each other." I almost yelled.


    "Don''t worry, you won''t be cheating on her. Don''t


    forget, I am Mister Beal at work tomorrow. Goodnight.


    It was a pleasurable evening."


    I could still taste his c.u.m in my mouth. I couldn''t


    wait to get home and gargle. I''ll put this behind me,


    and not think of it anymore. It''s best, if I forget the


    whole thing. I was emotionally exhausted when I arrived


    home. Holly was delirious with joy that she was going


    back to work. She never noticed that anything was wrong


    with me.


    Nothing was different when I saw Mister Beal the next


    day. He was friendly, but not overly so. Just before


    quitting time, he dropped a manila envelope on my desk.


    "Open this after you leave, and be at my house at 7


    this evening." He said in a commanding tone. He turned


    on his heels and walked away, without giving me a


    chance to reply.


    I opened the envelope, as soon as I got to the car. I


    almost fainted! There were 8 x 10 glossies of me


    s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k, and then l.i.c.k.i.n.g it clean. There must


    have been a dozen pictures. My face was clearly


    visible, but nowhere was his face in a picture. I could


    have been s.u.c.k.i.n.g any black man''s d.i.c.k. Oh God! What


    does he want? I don''t have any money. I didn''t even go


    home. I just drove around in a daze. I had looked at


    the pictures over and over, trying to see if there was


    just one, where he would be recognized. They were 9


    x11''s, not 8 x 10''s. Kodak didn''t develop them; they


    were run off a computer. He must have had a digital


    camera trained on the sofa. I was at his door at 7pm.


    He opened it, before I could even ring.


    "Hey Paul, come on in and lets get down to business. I


    know you are curious and I am ready and willing to


    satisfy your curiosity. Come into the den, and lets get


    comfortable. You look like you could use a drink."


    We walked into the den and he sat down on the sofa. I


    started to set down next to him, when he said, "No, you


    get on your knees between my legs. Take out my c.o.c.k,


    and suck on it while I tell you what you and I are


    going to do. You hesitate? You want copies of those


    pictures shown around work? You want copies sent to


    your family and your wife''s family? You ready to give


    up your career? You will never get another job in this


    industry. Now, get on your knees and start s.u.c.k.i.n.g. I


    will tell you what else you are going to do."


    He outweighed me by 60 pounds, and was much more


    muscular than me. I couldn''t fight him and hope to win.


    He had me, and I still didn''t know what he really


    wanted. I had no choice but to get on my knees and take


    out his long, limp d.i.c.k. It began to grow as soon as my


    mouth covered the head.


    As I s.u.c.k.e.d, he started to talk, "This is what you are


    going to help me with. You are going to help me seduce


    your wife. I am going to f.u.c.k her until she will never


    want another man. I am going to stretch her p.u.s.s.y,


    until I am the only one that can satisfy her. Your puny


    little d.i.c.k will never be able to bring her to another


    climax. Keep bobbing your head! Grunt, if you


    understand." Good! I''m glad we understand each other. I


    am going to invite the two of you to dinner. You are


    going to accept the invitation to my house. Every


    chance you get; you are going to tell her what a great


    guy I am. You are going to tell her about the size of


    the monster you are s.u.c.k.i.n.g. You are going to tell her


    what great lovers blacks are. You are going to help me


    seduce her, or everybody in this town is going to see


    those pictures!" I will post them on the Internet. The


    whole world will see."


    He was holding my head on his d.i.c.k, and I couldn''t even


    reply. Tears were running down my cheeks. What had I


    gotten myself into? And now my wife was involved! Poor


    innocent Holly! What was I going to do? This is what


    had happened to the other so-called friends of Mister


    Beal. Why had each of them gone along with this kind of


    thing for almost a year? Probably for the same reason I


    was going to, terrified of losing their job and


    reputation, terrified of losing their wife and all


    their possessions. Is it possible that after he f.u.c.ks


    her, we can pull our life back together? Without those


    photos hanging over my head, I could start over in


    another city. He began to stiffen and I knew what was


    going to happen. He began pumping load after load down


    my throat. I swallowed more easily this time. My God, I


    was a c.o.c.ksucker!


    "Thanks Paul. With a little practice, you could become


    very good at s.u.c.k.i.n.g black c.o.c.k. You know what you are


    supposed to do, don''t you? You weren''t enjoying your


    s.u.c.k.i.n.g so much that you didn''t hear me, were you?


    Let''s not waste any time. Why don''t you and the little


    wife come over for the weekend next Friday? That will


    give her time to get settled into her new job. You will


    also have time to embellish on all my attributes." He


    was still laughing as he said, "This house has plenty


    of room. We''ll barbeque. There''s a swimming pool and


    Jacuzzi. I''m sure she will enjoy a new and completely


    different lifestyle. You don''t have to tell her how


    different. She will know by Sunday. Don''t look so


    gloomy. We are going to have a wonderful time. At


    least, I am."


    Still laughing, he pushed me out the door.


    "Oh, and Paul, I almost forgot, no f.u.c.k.i.n.g. We want her


    horny for me, don''t we?"


    On the drive home, I realized that I had become


    resigned to the inevitable. The seduction of my wife


    was going to happen, whether I liked it or not.


    Curiously, I was a little excited about the whole


    thing. S.u.c.k.i.n.g his big d.i.c.k wasn''t as repulsive as it


    had been at first. Could I help seduce her and then


    watch that gigantic c.o.c.k penetrate her small p.u.s.s.y?


    Would she enjoy it, or hate me and call the police?


    Would she still love me? There were too many unknowns


    for me to sort out all at once.


    At home, I told Holly about going to Mister Beal''s. I


    told her that I had helped move some furniture and had


    strained myself. This got me off the hook of having to


    make love to her for a few days. She was excited about


    spending a weekend in a luxury victorian home, with a


    large pool and jacuzzi. I had entirely forgotten


    something. I had never told her that Mister Beal was


    black.


    She went to work the next morning, and everything was


    almost normal for the next few days. She was waiting


    for me when I came in the door on Thursday. She was in


    a raging fury!


    "How could you? Why didn''t you tell me that Mister Beal


    was black? Do you think I am going to spend a weekend


    in a house with a black man?" She was screaming the


    words at me.


    "How did you find out he was black?" I asked the stupid


    question without even thinking. I was trying to remain


    calm, even though my stomach was roiling inside.


    "He came down to pick up his mail because his secretary


    was off today. He said he was so happy we were going to


    be his guests for a couple of days. I almost dropped


    through the floor! Why? Why were you keeping it a


    secret? You can tell him we changed our minds. Tell him


    anything, but get us out of this!" She said in a more


    reasonable voice.


    "But, darling, I already accepted. He got you the job,


    didn''t he? He''s going to put in a good word with the


    old man for me. Did he talk nice? Wasn''t he polite?


    "Well, he was very nice and polite. I could tell he is


    well educated. We made small talk for a while. He


    complimented me on how pretty I am. That''s something


    you haven''t done in the last few days. Still, I do not


    care to be in close proximity of a black man for a


    weekend. You were going to wait until he answered the


    door, and let me be surprised, weren''t you?"


    I tried being reasonable and explained, "Look honey, I


    will be right there. I''ll always be by your side. Once


    you get to know him, you will see he is really a very


    nice guy. He''s a great conversationalist. He has a


    beautiful home and a large pool. It will be great to


    get away for a weekend. I don''t know how to politely


    tell him we are not coming. There may go my promotion.


    He may recommend one of the other candidates. Couldn''t


    you swallow your prejudice for just one weekend?" I


    could see she was starting to waver.


    "Well, okay, but only for one weekend." She finally


    said.


    "Thanks honey, you will never regret your decision." We


    will have a wonderful weekend. His home is more than


    twice as big as ours. I don''t know why a single man


    needs such a large home, and I never asked him." I was


    talking too fast to cover up my nervousness.


    That evening as we were laying in bed talking, she was


    gently c.a.r.e.s.sing my prick. It stayed soft, even though


    I wanted her. I was too nervous, thinking about what


    was going to happen in another day.


    "Why does he live alone? Maybe, he had a wife, but they


    are divorced." She was saying more to herself than to


    me. "What is wrong with you? You always want to have


    s.e.x, and for the last week, you haven''t touched me.


    Don''t you love me anymore?"


    "I''ll always love you and want you. It''s just the


    pressure at work, and I''m not really over that strain,


    yet." I replied.


    The next evening, as I rang the bell, I was carrying a


    small suitcase and she had an overnight bag. Jim


    answered the door, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. At


    least, this time, he had on a shirt. He welcomed us


    with a handshake and a big hug for Holly. It seemed he


    took his time giving her a hug. We were showed to our


    bedroom, which had a king sized bed. After unpacking


    our weekend clothes, we joined him on the terrace.


    There was a large bowl of iced punch sitting on the


    table. We each took a large glass of punch, and he led


    us around the house showing pictures and antiques he


    had collected. Next, we went out back, to the yard and


    the pool. He had a beautiful place and was proud of it.


    Holly had finished her glass and he poured her another.


    It was actually too sweet for me, so I had only sipped


    on mine. Holly complained of being dizzy, and he


    suggested she lay down till he had barbequed the


    steaks. I took her upstairs and put her to bed, then


    rejoined him. She was out like a light. We made small


    talk for half an hour, or so, and then he threw the


    shocker at me.


    "Let''s go see that little p.u.s.s.y of your wife''s. I want


    to smell and kiss it before dinner." He said this as he


    was getting up and heading for the door.


    "But, you can''t do that. She will wake up and scream


    bloody murder." I sputtered.


    "Oh no, she won''t." That punch is spiked and she drank


    enough to keep her sound asleep while I give her a big


    kiss right between her legs." He laughed.


    When we entered the bedroom, she was sprawled across


    the bed. He went right to her shorts and began pulling


    them down. "Take off her blouse, so I can see and suck


    those t.i.t.s." He demanded.


    I didn''t know what else to do, so did as he asked. In a


    few moments, she was n.a.k.e.d in all her innocence. She


    was about to be ravished without her knowledge. How


    could I do this to my lovely wife? I was ashamed and


    feeling guilty, but still had a raging hard on. I had


    never dreamed this would happen. I stood back and Jim


    got on the bed beside her. He kissed her lips, but


    there was no response from her. He moved to her b.r.e.a.s.ts


    and began s.u.c.k.i.n.g one and then the other.


    When she g.r.o.a.n.e.d, I was scared to death! But, she was


    still sleeping. He kissed his way down to her pubic


    mound, and was kissing and l.i.c.k.i.n.g all around her


    p.u.s.s.y. She squirmed in her sleep. Then, he spread her


    lips with his fingers and was l.i.c.k.i.n.g her c.l.i.t. She let


    out another long groan. I was holding my breath, and


    praying she would not awaken. All of a sudden, his


    tongue was darting in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. He would do


    that for a few strokes, then, lick her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s again.


    I couldn''t stand it any longer. I took my d.i.c.k out and


    started beating it. I was never so horny in my life!


    He raised his head and told me to pull his shorts off.


    Again, I did as I was told. That''s when he told me to


    suck him, as he ate her. I was s.u.c.k.i.n.g him, stroking my


    d.i.c.k and he was eating her p.u.s.s.y. What an e.r.o.t.i.c sight!


    Just the thought of this happening, made me shoot my


    load all over the carpet. She was constantly groaning


    and thrashing her h.i.p.s. Jim stiffened, and I had


    another load of his c.u.m to swallow. I was beginning to


    like it! Before she could climax, he stopped and got


    dressed. He told me to clean up the mess I had made,


    get her clothes back on her, and join him outside at


    the barbeque. He acted as if nothing had even happened.


    When I joined him outside, I asked why he had not let


    her c.u.m.


    He said, "Because I want her horny and awake when I


    f.u.c.k her. I don''t like a woman to be unconscious when


    my big d.i.c.k is put into her tight hole. I want her to


    feel every inch. I want her screaming from the sheer


    size of trying to fit into her, and then screaming from


    p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e when she has gotten adjusted to it. By the


    way, you have a future in s.u.c.k.i.n.g c.o.c.k, if you ever


    want to change professions. Do you enjoy s.u.c.k.i.n.g?"


    "Until a week ago, I had never thought about it. I had


    never touched another man and had no d.e.s.i.r.e to. I guess


    s.u.c.k.i.n.g you isn''t so bad. I have changed completely in


    a little over a week. In my wildest dreams, I would


    never have thought I would be in this situation. I am


    actually looking forward to seeing you f.u.c.k Holly with


    that monster c.o.c.k of yours. I would like to lick her


    clean, when you are finished! God, I can''t believe I


    said that, but it is true."


    "I''ll put these steaks on low heat, and let''s go inside


    and watch one of my movies, starring yours'' truly.


    Holly should be awake shortly. Let''s see what she does


    when she walks in and sees my c.o.c.k up a white girl. She


    may not mean to look, but she is bound to see


    something. We want to put the idea in her mind, that


    white women love black c.o.c.k." He said.


    We had been watching the movie for about half an hour,


    of Jim f.u.c.k.i.n.g and eating a young, beautiful white


    woman. I was horny again because I knew this was real.


    The woman was giving it all she could, but couldn''t


    seem to take all his c.o.c.k inside her. I heard a sudden


    intake of breath behind me, but never turned around.


    Jim was saying how all white women loved black c.o.c.k. He


    was talking for the benefit of Holly, whom we knew was


    in the doorway behind us. I asked him if he thought


    Holly would be the same as the woman in the movie.


    He was saying that he had never heard of a white woman


    that didn''t enjoy a long black d.i.c.k reaching deeper


    than their husbands ever could. We were just making


    small talk about the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e a woman felt when she


    could feel the baby making s.p.e.r.m of her black lover


    squirting into her w.o.m.b. It must have been 10 minutes


    before I heard footsteps going outside.


    In a few minutes, we got up and followed. Holly was


    sitting at the table, sipping on another potent punch.


    She never asked what we had been doing. She was


    probably scared Jim would tell her! Jim pulled his


    chair from the table and kind of sprawled into it. He


    was directly across from Holly. I heard an intake of


    breath, and glanced at Holly. She was staring at Jims


    shorts. I looked, and could understand why she had


    gasped. You could see the head of his d.i.c.k sticking out


    the bottom on the left side.


    Every few seconds, it would jerk as if it had a life of


    it''s own, I knew he was doing this on purpose, but he


    acted as if nothing was wrong. Holly would glance away,


    but her eyes kept returning to the same spot. She was


    getting more and more fl.u.s.tered. About that time, the


    steaks were done, I brought out the salad and we had an


    enjoyable meal. Jim suggested we go swimming after


    dinner, and we all agreed.


    I think Holly needed to cool off, and also, get away


    from that punch bowl. Jim changed into a pair of skin-


    tight swim trunks that looked as if there was a roll of


    sausage stuck down the top of them. I was wearing


    boxers, and Holly had on a conservative two-piece


    swimsuit. Frol.i.c.k.i.n.g in the water, Jim seemed to


    accidentally touch Holly''s b.u.t.t or b.r.e.a.s.ts several


    times. Once, when he was helping her out of the pool,


    he "accidentally " brought her hand into contact with


    his d.i.c.k. She never jerked away and acted as if nothing


    had happened, but I could see her face turn red.


    When we went to change, she was strangely quiet. When I


    looked at her with a question in my eyes, she said, "I


    am scared. I feel as if something is going to happen


    and I will be forever changed. There is something about


    Jim that frightens me. I get a funny feeling when he


    touches me. Did you see what he has between his legs?


    How could a man be that big? Are all black men like


    that? I saw you watching that filthy movie. That was


    him with that young white woman, wasn''t it? Well, are


    you just going to stand there like a dummy, or answer


    me?"


    "You were talking so fast, I never had a chance to


    answer. You are getting hysterical. Please calm down


    and think rationally. Most blacks are huge in the d.i.c.k


    department, much bigger than white men. He never knew


    you could see him at the table. Yes, that was him in


    the movie. You can''t blame him. She certainly was


    enjoying what he was doing. I have heard that all white


    women never want another white man after being with a


    black. I don''t know if that is true, or not. It


    probably is, for a white man''s equipment doesn''t


    measure up to a black''s. She probably could not feel


    her husband''s little white d.i.c.k anymore."


    "Are you saying, if I made love to him, I wouldn''t want


    you anymore? I believe that he has plans to try and get


    into my pants before the weekend is over. He better


    change his plans! I''m not sleeping with a black man,


    ever! What would my parents say? What would yours? How


    could I look at myself in the mirror, knowing what I


    had done? I married you, not every man that wants to


    put his p.e.n.i.s into me."


    I tried to explain, without making her hysterical


    again. "Darling, he is only being a man. He finds you


    attractive, and he told me that it has been weeks since


    he had a woman. He is only flirting. What harm is there


    in that? So, he touched you in the pool and he wears


    skin-tight swim trunks. Maybe he gets a thrill from


    making you horny, but it is not going any further than


    that.


    Any man would do the same thing. You are a very


    beautiful, desirable woman. You have shut yourself away


    from the world too long. People are different in the


    real world. Just go along with his flirting, and


    occasional touch. Nothing else is going to happen.


    Please believe me, you are safe as long as you want to


    be."


    "Are you saying that you don''t mind if he flirts and


    touches me? Do you like seeing another man touch my


    b.r.e.a.s.ts or my behind? What if he does more than that?


    Would you still just watch? Don''t you care what happens


    to me? What if he is serious, and wants to really stick


    that giant thing inside me? Would you keep your mouth


    shut and let him?" I couldn''t understand why she was


    speaking so calmly.


    "Honey, I love you, and your happiness is very


    important to me. If you ever wanted him to make love to


    you, I would keep my mouth shut. There would be no


    recriminations or accusations. I would accept the fact


    that you did it because you wanted to experience a


    forbidden act. An act that you have never dreamed


    about! You have never done anything that was improper


    in your life. For once, if you want to let your


    feelings rule your mind, go for it. Maybe you should


    forget your strict upbringing for once, and do what you


    want to do."


    "Paul, do you know what you are saying? You are saying


    that it is okay if I make love to Jim. You are giving


    me to him for the next two days. How long have you felt


    this way? You planned this whole thing, didn''t you? You


    and Jim! Well, I am not something to be given away. I


    am your wife and I never thought you would forget that


    fact. Lets go downstairs and forget this whole


    conversation. It''s making me sick to my stomach. I need


    another brandy to get this bad taste out of my mouth.


    Downstairs, Holly poured another brandy, and went into


    the den, where Jim was going to show one of the current


    box office blockbusters. Jim was on one end of the sofa


    and Paul on the other. The only place to sit was


    between them. After a few minutes of the movie, Paul


    put his hand on her leg, just above the knee. She let


    it rest there, and was sipping her drink. She felt a


    hand on her neck, and first, she glanced at Paul,


    thinking it was he. She could see both his hands. What


    should she do?? The hand wasn''t moving, only gently


    touching her shoulder and neck. She decided to ignore


    both hands.


    Paul''s fingers began tracing small circles on her


    t.h.i.g.h. She was getting excited. She never realized that


    the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. Then, the


    hand on her neck was slowly massaging her shoulders and


    the back of her head. No one ever said a word. For all


    intent and purposes, you would swear they were all


    engrossed in the movie.


    Jim was beginning to stretch his arm over her shoulder,


    and he could touch just above her b.r.e.a.s.t. She still


    never moved, wondering how far she was going to let


    this go. Another drink, and she relaxed, enjoying the


    attention she was receiving from two men. Paul was


    still tracing circles, and Jim took her empty hand and


    put it on his l.a.p, She attempted to pull away, but he


    had a grip like steel. When she stopped pulling, his


    hand became gentle. He placed her hand on his massive


    bulge, and when she touched it, she could feel it move.


    As her hand lay there, with his hand covering hers, his


    d.i.c.k began to grow. He was squeezing her fingers, and


    they in turn were squeezing his giant, black d.i.c.k.


    Knowing that she was getting him erect excited her. She


    had the power to make a man want her! His pajamas


    couldn''t contain his prick any longer. It popped


    through his pj''s and into her hand. He wrapped her


    fingers around his d.i.c.k and removed his hand. She kept


    her fingers in place, but never moved them. He was


    fully erect, and her fingers never reached half way


    around this monster. She knew that Paul could see what


    was going on, but not a word was said.


    Paul had moved his hand closer to her p.u.s.s.y, and was


    now rubbing the tips of his fingers across the crotch


    of her shorty pajamas. She was dizzy from the


    excitement, but mostly from the drinks. She had never


    been so horny in her life. She was unconsciously moving


    her hand up and down on Jim''s prick. She decided to go


    with the flow and see how far this was going to go.


    Besides, she was so excited, she didn''t care anymore.


    If Paul didn''t care, why should she? She had not worn a


    bra under her pj top, and now the hand around her


    shoulder was under the top of her pj''s! It was slowly


    rotating and c.a.r.e.s.sing, but always getting nearer her


    b.r.e.a.s.t. Paul was rubbing her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s with his fingers.


    There was a hand fondling and gently pinching her


    n.i.p.p.l.es. She had her head leaned back against the arm


    around her neck and had her eyes closed. She felt cool


    air on her c.h.e.s.t and realized that the buttons on her


    pj''s were no longer closed.


    Jim must be looking at her firm b.r.e.a.s.ts! Then, there


    was a hand on each b.r.e.a.s.t, squeezing, massaging, and


    pinching. It felt so wonderful! Never had she felt


    anything like this in her entire life. Now, her h.i.p.s


    were being gently raised and she felt her bottoms being


    slowly pulled down and off. My God, I am n.a.k.e.d, she was


    thinking. She was too embarrassed to move. She had let


    this go too far, and now there was no way out! What am


    I going to do, she was thinking. I''ll let them have


    their fun, but there is no way Jim is going to stick


    that monster d.i.c.k of his inside me!


    Maybe, all they want to do is feel. I think Paul is


    going to eat me right in front of Jim. Then, there was


    a mouth on her right b.r.e.a.s.t, and a hand pinching the


    other. That felt so wonderful. Paul was l.i.c.k.i.n.g and


    kissing her legs, and always moving upwards. Hurry up!


    She was thinking. I am so wet down there! I need your


    tongue to make me climax! Finally! He had his tongue


    inside her p.u.s.s.y and was lapping up her c.u.n.t juice. The


    mouth on her b.r.e.a.s.t was alternating between one b.r.e.a.s.t


    and the other. The feelings from her b.r.e.a.s.ts seemed to


    go straight to her p.u.s.s.y. She couldn''t last much


    longer!


    Suddenly, the arm was removed from her neck, the mouth


    left her b.r.e.a.s.ts, and worst of all Paul''s mouth left


    her p.u.s.s.y! She had been so near! What had happened? Was


    this as far as they were going to go? Ah, that''s more


    like it. The mouth had returned to her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Now,


    why isn''t Paul l.i.c.k.i.n.g her p.u.s.s.y and finishing what he


    started? Oh, Yes, there he is, better than ever. Wait a


    minute! They''ve switched! Paul is s.u.c.k.i.n.g her b.r.e.a.s.ts.


    She would know his mouth anywhere.


    That has to be Jim''s mouth on her p.u.s.s.y! Oh, My God,


    Oh, My God, what have I gotten myself into? I never


    thought Paul would let this happen. Not my husband, not


    my Paul! How could he give his wife to another man, and


    a black man, at that? Her mind was in turmoil, but her


    body was still responding. She couldn''t have stopped


    them, even if she had wanted to, And, she didn''t want


    them to stop!! She had resigned herself to the fact


    that she was being taken by two men and one of them her


    husband!


    Jim''s tongue was driving her crazy! He was f.u.c.k.i.n.g her


    with his tongue and it seemed longer than Paul''s d.i.c.k.


    She had been groaning for the last five minutes, and


    the men knew she was on the edge of the biggest climax


    she had ever had. Never, Never, had anything felt this


    good! She was there!! She was c.u.m.m.i.n.g! Oh, God, Oh,


    God, Don''t stop! Don''t stop! NO! NO! Stop, Stop, I


    can''t stand anymore! She passed out and her body went


    limp.


    Paul was the first to notice. "She''s unconscious. What


    happened to her?"


    "It was the intense p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of her climax. I''ve seen


    this happen before." Jim whispered. "Let''s get her


    upstairs to the bed, before she comes around. The night


    is still early and I have just gotten started. That was


    a very small climax, compared to what will happen when


    my 11 inches are buried in her p.u.s.s.y. Come on, I''ll


    carry her."


    Jim picked her up and carried her up the stairs and


    over to the bed, placing her on the pristine white


    sheet ever so carefully.


    "Okay Paul, this is where you bow out. I am going to be


    lying next to her when she wakes. I want her to see


    only me. She knows that I was the one eating her. Her


    barriers against having s.e.x with me have been broken.


    If she sees you, they might spring back into place.


    Later, you can join us, but for now, go back downstairs


    and watch television. Or, if you like, go outside the


    door and watch. She is mine for the rest of the night."


    Jim commanded.


    Paul left the room, with his head hanging. There was


    nothing he could say or do. This was all his fault, and


    he knew it. His beautiful, innocent wife was about to


    be ravished by a black man.


    Jim finished undressing and removed the pajama top off


    Holly. She was lying on her side, and he lay down


    facing her. His body was pressed against hers''. She


    slowly opened her eyes, and all she could see was Jim''s


    face. Recognition dawned in her eyes, and then the


    realization that she was n.a.k.e.d in bed with a black man.


    She was going to be f.u.c.k.e.d, and she knew it. There was


    nothing to do, but accept her fate and enjoy it.


    She silently prayed that he would be gentle. She still


    couldn''t believe his d.i.c.k would fit inside her, but she


    was about to find out. He moved his head closer and


    kissed her deeply, thrusting his hot tongue into her


    willing mouth and laving her oral cavity for all he was


    worth. Holly put her b.a.r.e arms around his neck and drew


    him close to her. Her p.u.s.s.y was already tingling with


    anticipation and her young n.i.p.p.l.es began to harden


    under the hardness of his b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t muscles.


    Jim began to move one of his large strong hands up her


    side and between their bodies, seeking one of her ripe


    n.i.p.p.l.es. He continued to French her mouth as he raised


    up slightly on the other elbow so that his hand could


    have greater access to her upthrust mound, and he


    kneaded the pliant flesh between his fingers and


    churned it round and round, causing Holly to become


    even more excited. A feeble mewl from her throat goaded


    him on, as he bent down to her c.h.e.s.t, taking one


    yearning b.r.e.a.s.t in his mouth and s.u.c.k.i.n.g it so hard


    that she gave a little gasp of pain.


    He eased up a little then, s.u.c.k.i.n.g it more tenderly,


    and nibbling the erect n.i.p.p.l.e between his teeth. He


    turned his attention then to the other b.r.e.a.s.t and


    repeated his l.u.s.ting ministrations, causing Holly to go


    out of her mind with d.e.s.i.r.e. She wanted it so badly! As


    Jim c.a.r.e.s.sed her firm young b.r.e.a.s.ts, cupping each mound


    in his hands to suck greedily at the tiny throbbing


    pink n.i.p.p.l.es, drawing them one at a time into his mouth


    so that he could flick his tongue around them, she felt


    she could almost c.u.m right then!


    She m.o.a.n.e.d with ecstasy, feeling her want building up


    again in her belly and her pulsing v.a.g.i.n.a juicy with


    expectation. "Eat me, Jim!" she begged, goosebumps


    forming over her flesh as his eagerly working mouth


    gently nibbled across her b.r.e.a.s.ts and then up and down


    along the heated cleavage. She was quivering


    uncontrollably from the fl.i.c.k.i.n.g sensual arousal and


    her voice was thick with excitement.


    Jim continued to use his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e-giving mouth around


    her throbbing b.r.e.a.s.ts as he placed his hand on her


    furry pubic mound and parted the puffy c.u.n.t lips with


    his thumb and middle finger. Breathless, Holly flinched


    as the cool air came in contact with the super-


    sensitized furrow, now oozing with the secretions of


    s.e.x.u.a.l excitement. His hands splayed open the tender


    lips of her v.a.g.i.n.a even wider to slip a finger up into


    the soft slit around her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s, the way his tongue


    was opening the lips of her mouth to find her tongue


    again.


    Immediately, the passionate wife established a grinding


    movement with her h.i.p.s, reveling in the wicked


    sensations his l.e.w.d fingering was bringing her. God,


    she was excited!


    Jims'' finger slid up and down on the slippery cuntal


    furrow, massaging every centimeter of her secret


    passage. She couldn''t help herself -- she was beginning


    to c.u.m already!


    "Ohhhh... aaahhhhhh!" the young wife cried out as the


    first wave of o.r.g.a.s.m coursed through her n.a.k.e.d body.


    She bucked and spasmed and gasped aloud as the


    indescribable surges electrified every nerve end and


    she rocketed with ecstasy.


    Jim thrust his finger deep inside her v.a.g.i.n.a and


    continued his maddening assault as the young, innocent


    Holly came and came. Then his tongue was snaking down


    her body, lingering in her navel, and then moving


    relentlessly into her dark pubic thatch. He s.u.c.k.e.d on


    her pubic curls, bringing pleasurable sounds from her


    sensuously opened mouth. She was anticipating his next


    move, the thought of it quickening her heartbeat and


    bringing a hotter flush of pink to her rosy cheeks.


    "Oh YES, Jim, lick it! Lick it!" she cried out


    shamelessly, almost wild with craven l.u.s.t.


    He did. He licked and s.u.c.k.e.d and frenched her p.u.s.s.y


    until she came again and again. His knowing tongue


    circled around maddeningly up inside her, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g


    l.u.s.tily against the wet s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e walls of her cuntal


    passage. In response to the salacious titillation, she


    wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him


    closer to her, twining her fingers in his kinky black


    hair and thrusting her pelvis harder into his face.


    Jim reacted immediately to her excited want, l.i.c.k.i.n.g up


    from the entrance of her v.a.g.i.n.a to her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s and


    back down again with long strokes of his tongue,


    feeling her legs tighten and relax, tighten and relax


    around his waist to help him in his lascivious labors.


    He finally pushed her legs up high so that her knees


    brushed her b.r.e.a.s.ts, allowing him to bury his tongue


    deeper into her hotly pulsating little c.u.n.t.


    When she had c.u.m three times more, her little p.u.s.s.y was


    so over-sensitized that she pushed his head away and


    begged him to stop. She almost passed out again from


    the sensations and lay on the bed, sweating profusely


    and gasping for air. Her eyes were closed and her whole


    body trembled. Jim moved up her body and kissed her


    passionately on the mouth, giving her a taste of her


    own cuntal juices mixed with his saliva. She could feel


    his heavily throbbing c.o.c.k pressed demandingly into her


    loins and her eyes opened wide in fear. It felt bigger


    than ever.


    Surely it would kill her, would split her v.a.g.i.n.a wide


    apart and tear her very w.o.m.b if he were to ram that


    weapon up into her tight p.u.s.s.y!


    Yet the o.b.s.c.e.n.e feel of its pulsing hardness gave her a


    thrilling sense of sensual happiness, its throbbing


    presence comforting to her in some strange way, and she


    kissed him back more passionately.


    Holly''s h.i.p.s were rocking back and forth, allowing


    Jim''s c.o.c.k head to enter her opening very slightly, as


    he continued to rub her p.u.s.s.y with his c.o.c.k. As Jim''s


    c.o.c.k would graze Holly''s c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s, she would shudder,


    and a low m.o.a.n would escape her. The tip of his c.o.c.k


    was taunting the erect bud of her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s, sending


    wild sensations racing through her with each throb of


    the slippery head.


    Her c.u.n.t lips were yielding under the force of his


    thrusting pressure. His enormous p.e.n.i.s pressed into her


    n.a.k.e.d flesh like a rolling pin of flesh. The great


    menacing weapon was already oozing its seminal fluid as


    he rubbed his c.o.c.k-shaft insinuatingly back and forth


    over the top of her c.u.n.t slit, arousing her inflamed


    c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s. She found her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s beginning to move


    upward.


    Jim aroused her further by l.i.c.k.i.n.g her neck, sending


    goosebumps all over her body. Then he licked down her


    c.h.e.s.t, across her full proud b.r.e.a.s.ts to her n.i.p.p.l.es,


    which rose and hardened to the touch of his tongue. He


    licked and s.u.c.k.e.d all over her b.r.e.a.s.ts, forcing gasps


    of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e from her throat. She ground her pelvis


    harder into his loins, aflame for more.


    "You''re ready for it now, aren''t you, you want it


    now... the full length of a black man''s c.o.c.k deep


    inside you," he whispered in her ear. He followed his


    words with his tongue, l.i.c.k.i.n.g in the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e little


    channel and setting Holly on fire with craven l.u.s.t.


    "Don''t you?" he whispered again.


    Pride captured her tongue, and the aroused wife did not


    speak. She whimpered and fretted and closed her eyes.


    "I do want it... now."


    "Want what?"


    "Your c.o.c.k... I want you to... to f.u.c.k me, Jim"


    "Are you sure?"


    "Yes, oh YES. F.U.C.K ME!" She kissed him passionately on


    the mouth again and ground her b.r.e.a.s.ts and her pubis


    into his hard, muscular black body.


    He kissed her passionately again then slid down her


    body a little, so that his huge throbbing c.o.c.k was


    poised at the entrance of her delectable c.u.n.t. Using


    his c.o.c.k as a probe, he inched forward until he was


    sure he was right on target, then he pressed hard so it


    was tight against her v.a.g.i.n.a.l lips.


    "Jim... be gentle with me. I''ve never had anything that


    big inside me," she said softly, her voice quavering


    with d.e.s.i.r.e.


    The pressure of his c.o.c.k rubbing against her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s


    created new sensations of arousal, and she found


    herself opening her legs wider to admit her black


    lover. He was slowly forcing her p.u.s.s.y lips open,


    steadying his c.o.c.k with his hand as it pushed into the


    waiting lips of her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e hole. As he pulled at the


    quivering half-moons of her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, pulling her onto


    his throbbing shaft, he shoved his tongue into her


    mouth again and started l.i.c.k.i.n.g into her cheeks.


    Holly''s c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s was fully aroused by the contact with


    the slowly advancing p.e.n.i.s, and her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s


    voluntarily moved upward under the forcefully gripping


    hand to get more of the exciting stimulation. He was in


    her now, at least a couple of inches, worming his way


    slowly into her velvety cuntal moistness.


    She felt a lascivious thrill from his tonguing into her


    mouth. She ran her hands over his back, his arms, his


    neck, thrilling to the feel of Jim''s hard, powerful


    muscles. He flexed his muscular t.h.i.g.hs, moving his


    enormous shaft a little further in. There was pain --


    she thought her v.a.g.i.n.a would be split apart -- but she


    could endure it because she wanted his huge rod of


    flesh inside her. Her body cried out for it, demanded


    it, and there was no turning back.


    "Oooohhhh... aaahhh... aanngghh..." she m.o.a.n.e.d,


    grimacing with the pain.


    Jim paused for a moment, panting above her, his body


    slick with sweat. He wriggled his t.h.i.g.hs then, warning


    her in advance of an imminent thrust far up into her


    cunt, so she stretched her legs wider apart and drew


    her knees back, leaving her p.u.s.s.y in a more open and


    vulnerable position to receive the immense, blood-


    bloated rod of throbbing flesh. Its pounding heat was


    already enticing the juices from her v.a.g.i.n.a.l walls --


    her p.u.s.s.y, her v.a.g.i.n.a, her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s wanted more.


    He g.r.o.a.n.e.d aloud, then suddenly whammed his b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s


    down and forward, sending his palpitating shaft deep up


    into her, searing her v.a.g.i.n.a as if a boiling thermos


    had been rammed into her belly. Holly let out a loud


    gasp of pain. She bucked and quivered and squirmed on


    his c.o.c.k, trying to evade his impaling weapon. But it


    was useless. He knew that he had her. He gave an extra


    shove, feeling the tip of his c.o.c.k b.u.t.t against her


    cervix. God, she was tight! They lay still together for


    a long moment, he giving her a chance to get used to


    his cudgel. They were breathing in synch. He flexed his


    throbbing member inside her, and she contracted her


    v.a.g.i.n.a.l muscles around it.


    Jim slowly eased back out a little, feeling as though


    his c.o.c.k was being gripped by strong hands; clenching,


    slippery hands as he shoved in again hard. Holly gave a


    stifled cry. Back out a little and in again. (She


    g.r.o.a.n.e.d.) Out... in... (She gasped, then sighed.) Out,


    in... out, in... (a little longer


    stroke this time) out, in... (She was moving under him,


    her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s were coming to life. Out, in... faster


    now... (She was thrusting her pelvis up harder to his


    loins.)


    God, it was exciting! She had never felt so thrilled in


    all her life. She pulled his head down and thrust her


    tongue hungrily up into his mouth, her eyes closed, a


    steady whimper of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e emanating from her throat.


    Jim returned her kisses with ardor. They were both


    consumed by passion, their sweat-soaked bodies locked


    against each other.


    A long stroke now -- her c.u.n.t was wet and hot; his c.o.c.k


    was hot and sticky -- in, out... iiiiinnnnn...


    ooouuuttt... She was loving it! She couldn''t get


    enough! Holly''s long legs were tightly wrapped around


    his contracted, rock-hard b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. Her m.o.a.ns of


    p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e grew in volume until they reached a crescendo


    as the well-f.u.c.k.e.d wife rode the full length of Jim''s


    massively thrusting c.o.c.k into her stretched v.a.g.i.n.a.l


    passage.


    Her passion peaked at that instant. "Ohhhh... ohh my


    God... I''m... I''m cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" She bucked


    furiously against him and ground her p.u.s.s.y as hard as


    she could around his skewering c.o.c.k, flailing her head


    on the bed and spasming throughout her sweat-drenched


    body. Her sighs of rapture culminated an act she had


    never dreamed would ever happen. And while she was in


    the throes of o.r.g.a.s.mic ecstasy, the powerful, muscular


    body on top of her shuddered violently and filled her


    p.u.s.s.y with spewing jets of sticky hot c.u.m.


    "I love your tight p.u.s.s.y." he said, flexing his c.o.c.k


    inside her once again. She could feel his organ


    beginning to expand. She answered huskily, "And I love


    your black d.i.c.k." squeezing his burgeoning c.o.c.k with


    her clasping v.a.g.i.n.a.l muscles.


    "Oh, My God, where''s Paul?" She suddenly remembered her


    missing husband.


    "He''s downstairs. Lets call him up here and have him


    clean us up. That''s the least he can do." Jim was


    smiling as he said this and thinking of degrading Paul


    even further. Jim faced the door and yelled for Paul to


    come upstairs.


    Paul must have been outside the door for he almost


    immediately stepped inside. He was n.a.k.e.d, and his d.i.c.k


    was small and limp.


    Jim rolled off Holly and told Paul, "Come over here and


    clean us up with your tongue. Ladies first, so clean


    Holly first."


    Paul got between Holly''s legs and stuck his head


    between her legs. Her p.u.s.s.y was gaping open, and c.u.m


    was running out of her p.u.s.s.y and toward her a.s.s. He


    placed his mouth over her p.u.s.s.y and began s.u.c.k.i.n.g and


    l.i.c.k.i.n.g. It seemed as if there was a gallon of c.u.m


    inside her. When he couldn''t get anything else, he


    moved his head over and s.u.c.k.e.d Jim clean. Holly had


    never moved, nor said a word. She placed her hand


    around Jim''s still hard d.i.c.k, and gave Paul a look of


    contempt, or maybe it was pity.


    "Okay," Jim said, "you can go back outside the door and


    masturbate, while Holly and I enjoy the rest of the


    night." As Paul left the room, Jim pulled Holly over on


    top of him. His monster d.i.c.k was sticking straight up,


    like a light pole.


    Holly climbed over him, positioned her p.u.s.s.y over his


    c.o.c.khead, and speared herself, m.o.a.ning as she sank


    wetly onto his hard pole. She was able to slide down


    the entire length and make the black tool disappear


    inside her tummy. She leaned forward, and Jim pulled


    her to him, embracing and c.a.r.e.s.sing her. Holly was in


    bliss. Her p.u.s.s.y was completely filled by Jim''s now


    familiar hard c.o.c.k, and he was lovingly holding her


    close and safe, whispering words of reassurance and


    encouragement.


    Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved up until only the tip


    was in her and then down again until she was fully


    impaled on his c.o.c.k. He rubbed and kneaded her b.r.e.a.s.ts,


    pinching her n.i.p.p.l.es from time to time, heightening her


    p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Holly moved slowly, as long as she could, and


    then she went crazy. No longer able to control her


    motions, She f.u.c.k.e.d his manhood furiously, as fast and


    as hard as she could.


    This was a pain-p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e experience Holly had never


    dreamed possible. She was a s.e.x.u.a.l animal, a real bitch


    in heat, and it was f.u.c.k.i.n.g great! She could feel Jim


    shooting his hot load into her w.o.m.b. And then another


    o.r.g.a.s.m... and another. They were coming so fast she


    couldn''t keep track. Her o.r.g.a.s.ms all blended together.


    The room swirled around and around until Holly passed


    out. Again, Holly opened her eyes, to find Jim staring


    into her eyes. She could feel his c.o.c.k still embedded


    in her p.u.s.s.y.


    Jim smiled and said, "I think you have had all you can


    take for one night. Let''s go downstairs and find


    something to eat. I''m starved."


    PART 2


    After a quick shower, Jim and I went downstairs and had


    a plate of cold cuts. I was ravenous! Paul was sitting


    in the living room looking dejected. He never spoke or


    acknowledged our presence when we entered. I sat on the


    sofa next to Paul and Jim sat down in a chair across


    the room.


    Jim said, "We have things to discuss. Actually, I have


    things to discuss, and you will listen. First, Holly,


    you will call Monday, and tell Mrs. Maynard you are


    quitting. Give any reason you want, but I do not want


    you working. Paul, I will see you get a raise, starting


    immediately. You will no longer need her wages. Second,


    I am the "old man." I own the company. The president is


    nothing but a figurehead. I have found whites do not


    like working for a black. This way, I get the cream of


    the crop of the brilliant young minds coming out of the


    universities. Third, Paul, you will make Holly


    available to me anytime I wish, and I assure you that


    will be everyday. Beginning Monday, I won''t be around


    the office much; I will be at your house f.u.c.k.i.n.g your


    beautiful wife. Are there any questions?"


    Paul raised his head and asked, "Do I have a choice?"


    Does she have a choice? What if this was a one time


    thing? What if she changes her mind, and doesn''t want


    you f.u.c.k.i.n.g her again?"


    "Well Holly, is he right? Is it possible you don''t want


    this black c.o.c.k in your tight white p.u.s.s.y again?" Jim


    said, looking at Holly.


    Holly turned beet red from embarrassment. His giant


    black p.e.n.i.s had made her feel better than anything else


    in the world, better than anything ever would again.


    She knew she wanted him again and again, but did she


    want to be his white s.l.u.t? What if her family found


    out? It would kill them. Not only her family, but also


    her friends were all of the opinion that blacks were


    little better than animals. She had been told that all


    her life.


    Until tonight, that is what she fully believed. Could


    she change? Had she already changed? What about Paul?


    He had arranged all this, but look at him now. He was


    evidently sorry. She still loved him, but she knew in


    her heart, he would never satisfy her again. Could they


    stay married while she only f.u.c.k.e.d Jim? What was she


    going to say? How could she answer? Finally, looking at


    Paul and then Jim, she answered, "Could Paul and I go


    home and spend tomorrow talking about this? We have a


    lot to talk about. Jim, I know I want you again. I want


    you right now! But, I don''t want to destroy my


    marriage. I don''t want to hurt my parents and friends."


    "Sure you can," Jim replied, "and I have a couple of


    tapes I want you to watch tomorrow to help you make up


    your minds. I''ll send them over in the morning. I want


    to make a copy of them first."


    Back at home, Holly said, "Lets sleep on this and


    discuss everything in the morning. I''m tired and my


    p.u.s.s.y hurts. I want to soak in a tub of hot water. Paul


    was already asleep, when she crawled into bed beside


    him. She was physically exhausted, and Paul was


    emotionally spent. Paul woke next morning, with someone


    banging on the door. It was the tapes! Paul knew in his


    heart what was on one of them, but the other? He could


    guess.


    Jim had those damn cameras all over the house. Paul


    fixed a cup of strong coffee and put one in the DVD. He


    was right. This one was of him and Jim. He was going to


    destroy this one, but Holly walked into the room.


    Everything was there. Jim s.u.c.k.i.n.g him and what he did


    in return. Their conversation, everything, and Holly


    watched, speechless!


    "Oh, My God." Yelled Holly. Look what you are doing!


    You''re s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k and swallowing his c.u.m! You''re


    a queer! Why didn''t you marry a man, why me? You did


    set it all up for me to f.u.c.k a black man. How could


    you?"


    Paul tried to explain, "He was going to send a copy to


    our families. He was going to post them on the


    Internet. You heard what he said. Let''s see what the


    other one has on it, before you condemn me too much."


    The other began in the living room with Holly being


    seduced and eaten by Jim. From the look on her face,


    you could tell she was enjoying every second of it. It


    cut to the bedroom, with her and Jim lying side by


    side. Again, every detail was on film. Jim f.u.c.k.i.n.g her,


    her f.u.c.k.i.n.g Jim, it was all there! Next was Jim by


    himself. He was sitting in a chair, n.a.k.e.d, and his


    massive c.o.c.k standing straight up! He slowly stroked


    his c.o.c.k as he talked. Holly couldn''t take her eyes


    from the screen. She didn''t even blink!


    He was saying, "I don''t know what you have decided, but


    let me help you make up your minds. I can sell these


    films to the p.o.r.no shops and they will be distributed


    all over the country. I can send copies to your family


    and friends. I have their addresses from your job


    applications. I can distribute individual pictures


    around your neighborhood. I can put them on the p.o.r.no


    sites of the computer. I can do all those things, and


    there is no way you can prevent me. Or, Holly can


    become my white s.l.u.t and do everything I ask her. It is


    up to you. Even if you call the police, the films and


    pictures will still be distributed.


    "Holly, Paul will do whatever you decide. He is a wimp!


    Remember how you felt with my long black c.o.c.k buried in


    your p.u.s.s.y. That''s where it will be everyday. You will


    be f.u.c.k.e.d more in a month, than you have been all your


    life. You know you want my c.o.c.k, and you also know Paul


    will never satisfy you again. It shouldn''t be a


    difficult decision. I have already f.u.c.k.e.d you. It''s not


    like I was getting a cherry.


    "Paul has s.u.c.k.e.d my d.i.c.k and loved it! We are all


    friends and lovers. I have changed my mind about coming


    there tomorrow. I think you and Paul should pack your


    clothes and move in here with me. Later, you can put


    your house on the market and sell it. You won''t need it


    anymore. I think you should move in this afternoon.


    I''ll be expecting you about four, and you better be on


    time or you know what the next step will be!"


    "Let''s have some breakfast, and start packing," Holly


    whispered. She was already flushed and horny again.


    Looking at that monster between Jim''s legs had her


    soaking wet.


    You mean, we are just going to give in?" demanded Paul.


    "If you have any suggestions of what else we can do,


    tell me." Holly snapped.


    After thinking for a few minutes, Paul hung his head,


    and said, "Nothing, I guess."


    Promptly at four a young, muscular, black man opened


    the door. He must have been in his late twenties and


    stood about six four. He took their bags and they


    followed him inside. Paul and Holly looked at each


    other, not knowing what to think. Jim came walking


    toward them, with a smile on his face. This handsome


    young man is Bob. He is my cook, butler, gardener, and


    especially, my photogr.a.p.er. You never saw him yesterday


    because he was behind those one way mirrors with his


    camera. Don''t be bashful around him. He has already


    seen everything you have.


    After being settled in separate bedrooms, Paul and


    Holly joined Jim downstairs.


    Jim was explaining the living arrangements, "You have


    separate bedrooms, because Holly and I will be using


    one. Paul, you won''t join us, unless you are invited.


    You may clean her p.u.s.s.y after I have f.u.c.k.e.d her, but


    you will not f.u.c.k her again. You will do nothing


    without my permission. Holly, you will be here during


    the day with Bob. You will help him whenever he asks.


    You will be available to f.u.c.k whenever I ask."


    Holly spoke up, "I''m not on birth control and I


    absolutely refuse to get pregnant. I do not want a


    black baby.


    "You refuse nothing! You will get pregnant, if I say


    so, not you! What''s wrong with black babies?" Jim said


    angrily. "Who do you think you are, to sit here and


    tell me what you will and will not do? As of now, you


    are my white bitch s.l.u.t! You do what I say, when I


    say."


    Jim was thinking of the future and her being pregnant


    was part of that future. P.o.r.no enthusiasts paid big


    money to see a beautiful white woman f.u.c.k.i.n.g a giant


    black d.i.c.k. They paid even more, if she was pregnant.


    He was a very wealthy man, and p.o.r.no had done it for


    him. She would be the fifth woman he had bred in the


    last five years. Every f.u.c.k session was filmed, and


    every film was worth thousands. He could f.u.c.k every


    night and Bob would be f.u.c.k.i.n.g every day. When the baby


    was due, he would transfer Paul to another area. She


    could adopt the baby out, throw it in the river, he


    didn''t care. His group had businesses all over the


    country. One of them would want this beautiful white


    bitch, to begin the process all over again.


    After an all night f.u.c.k session, Holly wasn''t able to


    get out of bed Monday morning. As Jim left, he told


    her, "Bob is more than an employee, he is also my


    friend. We share and share alike. You will do whatever


    he asks. Do you understand?"


    "What do you mean?" she mumbled, now wide-awake.


    Where''s Paul?"


    "You''re not stupid. Just do what I said. Paul left


    already. He''s an employee, remember?"


    When Holly finally got out of bed, she called and quit.


    Mrs. Maynard had a smirk in her voice, when she said


    she understood. Holly took her coffee to the terrace


    and there was Bob cleaning the pool. He was in the pool


    and stark n.a.k.e.d. She couldn''t help but see his muscles


    ripple and that black sausage hanging almost to his


    knees.


    Bob saw her and waved. He was completely relaxed and


    unconcerned about his n.a.k.e.dness. He said, "I like


    getting in the pool because the water is so cool and


    refreshing. I''ll be out in a minute and we can have


    coffee together. How about getting me a cup, and bring


    the doughnuts."


    As Holly returned, he was leaving the pool. She was


    thinking, I''ll pretend he has on swim trunks. I won''t


    look at that huge, black, glistening c.o.c.k swinging


    between his legs. He is bigger than Jim! My God, do all


    blacks have gigantic c.o.c.ks? Holly sat down at the


    table. Her mind was in an uproar. Jim had said for her


    to do whatever Bob wanted. What if he wanted her to


    take that monster inside her? He would rip her apart.


    She was still sore from the last two days.


    Thank God, Jim had stretched her. What was she


    thinking! She was already accepting the fact that she


    was going to f.u.c.k Bob! No! No!! She couldn''t have


    stooped so low as to f.u.c.k any black man with a large


    c.o.c.k. But, she had. She knew she would do whatever Jim


    asked.


    Bob saw her looking with amazement at his c.o.c.k. He


    thought it was funny. Just wait till his baby making


    seed was spurting up inside her. She would really be


    amazed in a couple of months! Bob said, "Did Jim tell


    you anything this morning?"


    "Yes, he said to do whatever you asked." She stammered.


    "After we have our coffee, I want you to suck my black


    c.o.c.k until my seed fills your belly. I do not want you


    to waste a drop. You will swallow all of it and then


    lick me clean. Do you understand?"


    Holly turned pale when she heard this. She had s.u.c.k.e.d


    Paul a few times, but he had not c.u.m in her mouth. That


    was something filthy! Besides, how could she ever get


    that into her mouth?


    "I understand, but I don''t like s.u.c.k.i.n.g a man. I think


    it is filthy and perverted." Holly exclaimed. "Besides,


    that monster will never fit in my mouth. It will choke


    me to death. Why don''t you just f.u.c.k me and get it over


    with?"


    "Now, Now, don''t get upset. You will be surprised what


    you can get into your mouth, even down your throat."


    Bob explained. "If you only relax and enjoy, it will be


    pleasurable for the both of us. I''ll f.u.c.k you


    afterwards, but first I want you to taste black c.o.c.k.


    Believe me, your husbands little white prick is nothing


    like this. You will come to love black c.u.m and suck


    every d.i.c.k you can. Let''s go inside to the sofa, where


    we can be more comfortable."


    Bob was thinking, what a stupid white bitch. Didn''t she


    realize yet that every room in the house was wired with


    motion s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e video equipment?


    Bob settled on the sofa in a half reclining position.


    His c.o.c.k was already sticking straight up. It looked


    like a large summer sausage. He told Holly, "Get on


    your knees between my legs. Pretend your mouth is your


    p.u.s.s.y. F.u.c.k me with your mouth."


    Holly bent down between his legs and grasped his d.i.c.k


    with both hands. When Holly touched it she began to


    shiver. It was so soft, yet so hard. She felt it from


    its big black head down to his giant scrotum. It must


    have been twelve or thirteen inches long. Holly grabbed


    his c.o.c.k with both hands and started stroking. It was


    so big she couldn''t reach her fingers all the way


    around it.


    What a monster, and how in the world is it going to fit


    into my mouth, she thought. She tentatively stuck her


    tongue to the tip of his d.i.c.k. There was pre-c.u.m


    already leaking from the hole. She licked it into her


    mouth and tasted. She was surprised it didn''t have a


    bad taste at all. She kissed around the head and down


    the sides. Holly opened her mouth as wide as she could


    and managed to get the head in her mouth and maybe an


    inch more.


    She slowly let this small part of the c.o.c.k move in and


    out of her mouth in a f.u.c.k.i.n.g motion. Bob grasped the


    back of Holly''s head with his hands and jammed his c.o.c.k


    in her mouth as far as he could. Another 4 inches


    disappeared between her lips. Her mouth was open wider


    than it had ever been before and the c.o.c.k head was deep


    in her throat making it very difficult to breath. Out


    of instinct, Holly tried to get away, but she couldn''t


    move her mouth from Bob''s c.o.c.k, with him holding her in


    place.


    Using his hands around Holly''s head, along with his hip


    movements, Bob began to slowly f.u.c.k her mouth. Very


    slowly, Holly''s mouth started to relax, but her jaws


    were opened to the max. This relaxation seemed to ease


    her discomfort so she relaxed her throat. With each


    stroke a bit more of Bob''s c.o.c.k disappeared between her


    lips. After several seconds Holly learned to control


    her breathing by taking her breaths between strokes.


    This really isn''t so bad, she thought. I can do this.


    Slowly at first, then, while still holding the sides of


    her head, he began to pick up speed and strength. More


    and more of Bob''s c.o.c.k disappeared into Holly''s throat


    until he had about eight inches in her mouth and going


    down her throat. No matter how hard he pushed, no more


    would go down her throat. The only thing that really


    saved Holly from total revulsion was, she was actually


    turned on by all this.


    She had never been treated like this before. After what


    seemed like an eternity, Bob slammed his c.o.c.k all the


    way into her throat and just stopped. This interrupted


    Holly''s breathing rhythm and scared her. She felt his


    c.o.c.k start to pulsate at this base and she knew he was


    C.u.m.m.i.n.g. She couldn''t taste his c.u.m because the head of


    his d.i.c.k was so far in her throat. His c.u.m was being


    deposited directly into her belly. Bob relaxed his


    hands on her head and withdrew his c.o.c.k from her throat


    and mouth.


    Holly gasped for air, but her next reaction surprised


    her. She licked and cleaned his still hard c.o.c.k. By


    milking his d.i.c.k with her hand, she was able to still


    get enough c.u.m to roll around her mouth and really


    taste it. It was delicious! The taste was unlike


    anything she had ever tasted, and was a taste she would


    come to crave.


    Scooting back on the couch his huge c.o.c.k stood straight


    up again. Holly straddled him and let herself down over


    his p.e.n.i.s. Her p.u.s.s.y juices were dripping out of her


    and onto his huge c.o.c.k.


    She felt the big head of his c.o.c.k pushing into her


    slit. It felt like trying to put an apple into herself.


    Suddenly her lips spread open and began to swallow his


    c.o.c.k. Her eyes grew wide as she felt herself filling


    with his huge black rod. There was some discomfort, but


    no pain because she was so slick. She could feel every


    throbbing vein on his d.i.c.k. She began f.u.c.k.i.n.g up and


    down, riding his pole like there would be no tomorrow.


    Up and down she bounced taking all of him deeper and


    deeper. She could feel his shaft clear up inside her


    belly. He took her legs and put them up over his


    shoulders letting his c.o.c.k penetrate it''s deepest.


    Holly ground herself down on him, loving this new


    sensation.


    Never had she felt so alive. "OH F.U.C.K ME!'''' she yelled.


    He lifted her a.s.s up and then let her down, again


    burying his c.o.c.k each time. Holly had been C.u.m.m.i.n.g


    every few seconds, but could feel the grandfather of


    all c.u.ms building in her stomach. It was an


    overwhelming sensation and she didn''t know if she would


    survive! A woman wasn''t meant to experience such


    p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. It could burn out her brain!


    OH GOD!!! HERE IT C.U.MS!! DON''T STOP! DON''T STOP! The


    head of his d.i.c.k was buried in her cervix. She could


    feel his seed filling her up. The feeling was


    indescribable!!! MY GOD! SHE COULDN''T STAND ANYMORE! IT


    WAS GOING TO KILL HER!!!


    The next thing Holly remembered was waking up alone on


    her bed. She had passed out again. Her p.u.s.s.y was still


    throbbing and tingling. She could feel a large wet


    puddle underneath her b.u.t.t. She knew she needed to


    shower and clean herself, but it would have to wait.


    She couldn''t move if her life depended on it. She dozed


    back off and dreamed of having a black baby.


    A month passed and Holly was truly a white s.l.u.t for


    black c.o.c.k. Jim f.u.c.k.e.d her nightly and Bob f.u.c.k.e.d her


    daily. She was on her back more often than on her feet.


    Her p.u.s.s.y could easily take either one of them. She had


    become an experienced c.o.c.ksucker, and loved the taste


    of their black s.p.e.r.m. Paul was there, but they seldom


    talked. She occasionally had him lick her p.u.s.s.y after


    she had been thoroughly f.u.c.k.e.d. Paul did whatever she


    asked, with no questions.


    Sometimes, he even s.u.c.k.e.d Jim or Bob, and seemed to


    enjoy it. Jim said Paul was a cuckold, and had found


    his position in life. She missed her period the first


    month, but she was f.u.c.k.e.d so often, she had no time to


    think of anything else but the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of servicing


    two huge c.o.c.ks. Holly was always available and couldn''t


    seem to get enough of their big c.o.c.ks buried in her not


    so tight p.u.s.s.y.


    Jim was well satisfied with the money coming in from


    the films. Since he had to splice two or more f.u.c.k


    sessions together, so the movie would be at least an


    hour and a half long, his profit was cut. But, he still


    had forty quality p.o.r.nographic films. They were being


    bought on the Internet and rented in the p.o.r.no stores.


    Holly was one of his best s.l.u.ts, yet. She would be


    worth more when her pregnancy started showing. He still


    couldn''t understand why white men liked to see their


    pregnant women f.u.c.k.e.d by a big black stud. It was


    inconceivable to him! He would have loved to stick his


    big d.i.c.k up her a.s.s, but knew he couldn''t.


    She had to have at least one cherry hole, or he


    couldn''t pass her on when he was finished with her. He


    already had her sold to a Brother that loved white a.s.s,


    but not if it was stretched. He insisted on having a


    v.i.r.g.i.n asshole, and paid extremely well for the


    privilege of getting her cherry a.s.s. Oh well, you can''t


    have everything, Jim was thinking.