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.