Black Coock It was decided that we would all go upstairs. I was the only one still captive.
They set about freeing me. As soon as my hands were loose I put them under me
and madly began frigging my slit. They laughed. I made quite a spectacle, my
ankles still bound to the legs of the bench, but with my freed hands shoved under
my belly and diddling in my cunt. Even though my bottom burned, and I wanted to
rub it, I was even more desirous to cum. Helene grabbed my arms and pulled my
hands out from under me. "Naughty girl," Helene told me. "I should have spanked
you more." I struggled to break free of her grip but she was strong, despite the
frailness of her body. She put my hands up high behind me, on my back. Johnnie,
despite the egg up his ass and the burning caused by the Natural Ice on his
penis, assisted her. My hands were cuffed together. Then I felt my chin lifted,
Johnnie did it, and Helene wrapped a dog collar around my throat. She made it
tight. Then she attached a short cord to the back of it and ran it down to my
wrists. I was forced to lie over the pillows, my legs still bound to the bench,
my arms up high and snug behind me, held in place by the cord running from my
collar down to my hands. I arched my bottom and wiggled my ass. I tried to break
free. I could not.
As I realized my predicament, my bottomcheeks huddled
together. "Gentlemen, allow me to show you the method by which you, Raul, will
enemize Johnnie," Helene grinned. There was mischief in her eyes. I was craning
my neck back to look at her when I felt Johnnie's big hands descend down onto my
head. Even as Helene tormented him with evil designs, he was still obedient to
her, even anticipating her desires. Helene went to the the shelf that ran along
the wall. She rummaged about and drew down a big, thick dildo. It had staps
attached to it. As soon as Rebecca saw it she shouted, "Helene! No!" but our
hostess merely smiled. She fitted the big prong to the front of herself, where
her legs met in a furred female triangle. "Come and help me, Rebecca," Helene
said to my aunt. "No, you must not," Rebecca said. "Are you being difficult,
Rebecca?" Helene asked. "Then you will feel it in you, too. And in the same
place as Johnnie." "Oh, I cannot!" Rebecca said. But with submissive steps she
approached Helene. When the woman offered Rebecca her back, my aunt laced the
dildo up between her legs and her bottomcrack and fastened it securely so that
the big dong hung off the front of Helene, looking very much like a real penis.
"Thank you, dear," Helene told my aunt. "Get a towel for your knees and get down
on the floor and show me your ass." "No!" my aunt gasped. "Do as she says," Raul
growled. "If we are to do it that way, I want to see you girls do it that way
first." Johnnie, glancing nervously up at Raul, kept holding my head, pushing it
down upon the pillowed bench. My aunt walked to the shelf where the towels were
piled. We all watched her bottom. It was nude, but clean. She'd wiped it
thoroughly. She took down a towel and came over to the bench where I was lying.
She dropped it on the floor. It was still folded. She looked at me. "Im
sorry," she whispered. Then she knelt on the towel. Self-consciously she bent
forward. She offered up her hiney. She pressed her face to the floor, putting
her cheek against it. Her ass waved aloft like a flag. Helene came round behind
her and, having gotten a towel for her own knees, she tossed it down behind her.
Then she knelt. She regarded my aunt's ass with Black Coock well," he chuckled. "The jungle Queen isn't ready to submit to
the Strong Nubian warrior before her." He then added "Yet."
Pamela noticed another large black man watching them from the corner of
the room. She had never been around a lot of black people, nor had
anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very
conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little
frightened.
"Y..you just keep your hands off me," she managed to stutter. "Get out
of my way."
The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of
submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the
two black men and out the door towards the beach.
Will and Mark smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman
marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out
of their mouths as they watched her ass shake as she walked over the
sand.
"Bro, that had to have been the hottest piece of white ass, I ever seen.
said Mark in awe.
He was the bigger of the two at 6'6" to Will's 6'3". The two men worked
as bartenders at a male strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties
and tight briefs to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both
were weight lifters and had fucked many a married white woman from both
the gym and the bar. They had taken the bartending job at the reception
because Pamela's father was offering $500 cash for three hours work.
"You gonna fuck her?" asked Will.
"Yeah, I think I am," said Mark confidently. "How 'bout you?"
"I don't think we can." answered Will
"Why Not?" asked Mark
"Cause here comes her husband." answered Mark as he pointed towards the
beach.
Michael was furious, Pam had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her
encounter with the black men and he wanted to know what a couple black
guys were doing at their inn. He burst into he room and slammed the
door.
"Which one of you "boys" touched my fiance." screamed Michael angrily.
He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They
actually seemed amused at his indignation.
"It was an accident, Suh" said Mark in his most subservient voice. "Yo
Missus, jus bumped inta me and I caught her."
"What are you "boys" doing here anyways?" asked Michael a little more
confidant now with their submissive behaviour.
"Sorry Mistuh," Will chimed in. "We just be here settin up the bar fo
duh recepcion.
Stupid Negroes with their bad English thought Michael, No wonder they
never amount to anything. "You just keep your dirty black hands off my
fiance," he said. "Or I'll find another couple of bartenders for my
wedding." Michael saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he
had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife.
Mark and Will cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down
the beach. "Settin up da bar fo the recepsion," Mark laughed clapping
his friend on the back. "That was classic." "You weren't so bad
yourself, bro" said Will. "So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole."
he nodded out the window. Pamela was modeling her bikini for her
husband.
Mark watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a couple
hundred feet from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms
when she had bumped into him. He had grabbed her up by her breasts and
slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he
watched her out on the beach. Doubtless that little prick was bragging
about how he had put the two "boys" in their place.
"Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch," sighed Will.
"I don't think so bro," said Mark still staring at the bride-to-be.
"I don't care how hot you think you are, Mark, you can't fuck no woman
just when she's getting married," argued Will. "A few years from now,
sure, no problem."
"Remember our little trip to Mexico?" Mark asked.
"Yeah so," replied Will a little perplexed.
"I picked up some knock out drops, when we were there," Mark told him, a
big smile on his face.
Ah, the date rape drug, thought Will. "So we beat up his white ass and
drug his wife." he said. "Not me, that's rape."
"I ain't never had to rape no woman and I'm not going to start now."
said Mark a little indignantly. "Here's what I had in mind...."
Will nodded as Mark filled him in on the plan. It just might work he
thought.
******************
Mark and Will were busy mixing drinks for all the guests at the
reception. It was what they called the post-wedding rush, when all the
bored guests filed out of the church and headed straight to the bar.
Mark was on the inside, in the dining area and Will was stationed
outside on the large deck that ran around the Inn overlooking the beach.
People were talking about what a handsome couple, the bride and groom
were, when Will overheard someone say, that the newlyweds had the big
old inn all to themselves this evening. His ears perked up at that, and
the first chance he got he ran inside to tell Mark. Mark had heard the
news already, and said "That's perfect, we'll sneak back after
everyone;s gone and if we get caught, we'll just say we were picking up
some of our things."
They were interrupted by someone announcing, "Ladies and gentleman, may
I present Mr and Mrs Michael Winfeild Scott."
Michael entered the room looking all handsome and dapper in his black
tuxedo, but all eyes were on Pamela as she entered behind him. She was
absolutely stunning in her long white wedding gown. It hugged her lean
figure perfectly and it had a plunging neckline that showed off a nice
amount of cleavage. There was a spattering of applause and Mark felt his
cock become fully erect at the sight of the blushing bride. He had
always found white lace to be very sexy and he shifted the cock in his
pants to get more comfortable.
There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar.
Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and
during the buffet dinner out on the deck. Mark tried Interracial Massage And Creampie Black Cock Master like?" Helene asked. "It looks like a fucking gun!" Raul said.
"That's right," Helene said. "And I'm going to blow your balls off if you don't
do just as I say. Get in bed, boy. Get in bed and make love to Johnnie. Like
you would to a woman." "God damn if I'll--" Raul began. Suddenly there was a
very small popping sound. A lamp near Raul burst. It had been made of china.
Now it spilled itself into sharp pieces on the table it stood upon, and on the
floor. Helene laughed. Raul and Johnnie stared at her with shocked eyes. "A gun
with a silencer," Raul gasped. "That's right," Helene said. "I could remove both
your penises with well-aimed shots from this pistol, and the neighbors wouldn't
even hear my gun go off." She smiled.
"Just because I don't have a penis, like
you boys do, doesn't mean a little cunt like me can't be armed and dangerous."
"You're crazy," Johnnie muttered. "Get in the bed," Helene said. "I'll report you
to the police," Raul said. "No you won't, dear," Helene said. "Because you're a
big, strapping man, twice my age, and I'm just a young woman. Can you imagine
yourself, down at the police department? What are you going to say, hmmm? ëOh,
officer! I was in this lady's basement, and a 19-year-old girl shitted on my
face. Then we went upstairs and I had to sodomize this guy because the lady
threatened to blow my balls off if I didn't.'" Raul frowned. "Damn," he said,
finally. He turned to Johnnie. "Get your ass in the bed." "Intimately!" Helene
said. "You men are going to learn foreplay today, by doing it with each other."
"She is a rather strange mistress," Johnnie said to Raul. He turned.
Self-consciously, aware of Raul's eyes on his bare ass, he climbed into the bed.
It was soft under him. He lay on his back and tried to stretch out and relax.
But his penis stuck up like a fencepost, hard and randy. Raul got into the bed
after him and lay down beside him. Raul's dick was hard and the two men's
penises bumped together. They both laughed nervously. "Kiss," Helene told the
two men. "Not on your life," Raul said. "Kiss or I'll shoot a bullet right up
your hairy ass," Helene said in a high-pitched voice. I felt Rebecca's arm pass
warmly around my waist. I looked up at her eyes. She smiled. Her hand passed
over my belly and touched my fleecy pubis. I reached for her fingers and took
hold of them. I drew her lower. She slipped her fingers between my legs.
"Mmmmm," I sighed. "Do me," Rebecca whispered. I put a hand to her dell as she
delved into my pussy with her fingers. We wetted each other's digits with our
juices. "Oh! It is so naughty!" I cried, gazing at the two men in the bed. Raul
and Johnnie exchanged a quick kiss. "Longer! Deeper!" Helene said. "Open your
mouths and French kiss!" Rebecca and I watched. It was sinful. The two men,
taking orders from Helene, kissed each other within their mouths. They fondled
each other's pricks. "You have a lot of hair on your chest," Raul complained to
Johnnie. "You have a lot of hair on your ass," Johnnie answered. "You sure have a
stiffie," Raul told the boy who was half his age, though just as large. "Yours
feels like a log," Johnnie said. "Yeah, and you're going to be feeling it up your
ass in a minute," Raul said. "Don't mention it. And most definitely don't laugh
about it!" Johnnie said, for the older man had burst into giggles. "Lick his
penis," Helene said. "No way!" Raul said. "He's young and strong and he has a
nice, big dick. Lick it," Helene said. She pointed the gun at Interracial Sex Creampie
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tried to shake him awake to no avail. Angrily she dismounted and stormed
out of the room.
Mark and Will we're about to climb the stairs when the hallway light on
the second floor came on. They scrambled for cover, and hid under one of
the dining room tables. They heard the click, click of high heels coming
down the stairs and peeked out.
Mark couldn't beleve his eyes at the vision that presented itself before
him. He looked up the stairs at her white high heel then he let his eyes
travel up her fit lean legs to her panties and garters. He slowly
unzipped his pants and pulled out his 12" cock and began stroking it as
his gaze traveled up her flat stomach to the breasts that were way to
large for someone so thin. He hadn't gotten the leopard bikini out of
his mind for two days and, the slut-bride look was about to put him over
the edge. Her blonde hair was still done up so that she looked every bit
the conservative, elegant woman from the neck up, but from the neck down
she had a body built for big cock.
Will looked down at his buddies foot-long monster, "Watch where you
point that thing," he whispered. When they had first met, Will had been
a little intimidated by the size of his friends cock, he had always been
proud of his own 9" rod and he wasn't used to being outdone in the cock
department. The feeling of intimidation had turned to sympathy when he
realized that none of the women they had fucked had been able to take
all twelve inches. Most found his own monster a little uncomfortable at
first. They always came back for more though.
They watched the sexy bride, walk around picking at leftovers. She was
sobbing a little in frustration when she fixed herself a drink. They
heard her mutter to herself, "I can't believe how horny I am. That
bastard," They grinned at each other as she walked past their hiding
spot and into the living room. Pamela sat down on the couch and turned
the tv on. Her state of arousal overwhelmed the horny woman and she
found herself rubbing her clit as she sat there.
Will had to physically restrain Mark as the larger man was practicaly
ready to attack her right there. "Don't fuck up the plan," he whispered.
Mark calmed down and they slipped quitely up the stairs. Mark and Will
quietly pushed open the door to the honeymoon suite. Will fumbled around
for the light switch, found it, and flipped it on. The two black men
smiled at each other when they saw Michael snoring contentedly on the
bed. Mark easily threw the comatose man over his shoulder and left the
room, while Will began stripping. Mark roughly dropped Michael on the
floor in another room and returned to Will. Will was lying on the bed
naked stroking his cock to erection.
"Alright, I'll keep watch," said Mark as he unscrewed the light bulb
until it went out. "Loosen her up for me buddy."
"I'll do my best," said Will as Mark left the room.
Pamela had been rubbing her clit hard for ten minutes. Finally, in
frustration, she gave up. The more she thought about Michael the more
pissed off she got. She wanted to feel his large penis inside her. She
wanted to experience an orgasm. How could he do this to her? Pamela got
up and headed back upstairs.
Mark was watching at the top of the stairs. He saw her coming and ran to
another room tapping Will's door quietly as he passed.
Pamela entered her room and flipped the light switch. CLICK, nothing
happened and the room remained pitch black. The lightbulb like her
husband was burnt-out she reasoned. She sat down on the bed and was
removing her heels when a strong hand closed around her arm, startling
her. "Michael you bastard, how dare you fall asleep on me," she yelled
at him. Michael didn't say anything, he just took her hand and put it
on his penis. Her fingers closed around it automatically and she began
stroking it like she had done the other night.
The darkness must have been playing tricks on her because it felt a lot
bigger and a lot thicker. The monster was as hard as a rock. She pushed
her husband down on his back and straddled him. Pamela began rubbing his
penis along her soaking wet panty covered crotch. Will could barely
contain himself. He wanted nothing more at that moment then to rip off
those panties and fuck her hard. His senses seemed more acute in the
dark and his mind easily pictured the elegant looking woman in the
slutty lingerie straddling him.
Pamela sat up long enough to pull her panties off and she quickly
straddled her husband again. She could feel his long penis twitching
between her legs as she unhooked her bra. She wanted to remove the
garters and stockings also, but he couldn't wait any longer. The horny
young bride sat up and inserted the large head of her husband's penis
into her vagina. She moaned a she lowered herself down slowly on it. It
did feel a lot bigger then it had the other day. She figured he must not
have been fully erect when she had jerked him off the other day. She had
taken about half of his fat penis when it started to hurt a little and
she paused.
Will was in shock. Never had he felt a pussy as tight and as hot as this
horny bitch's. She had practically jumped on his cock in an effort to
get it inside of her. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands,
feeling their weight and how firm they were. He grabbed her nipples and
began squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers.
The discomfort was being replaced by waves of pleasure and Pamela
lowered herself a few more inches. Michael was squeezing her nipples a
lot more roughly then he had in the past and she found she liked the
sensations. She moaned in pleasure as he pinched them hard. Pamela
estimated there was about two inches to go until she was fully impaled
and she decided to go for it. She dropped down the remaining inches and
gasped as his penis penetrated her fully.
"Oh Michael, I love how your penis feels inside me," she cried as she
collapsed on is hard chest. "Promise me we'll do Amateur Interracial Gangbang Blacks On Blondes Dana Dearmond ass. The men laughed, watching it. I cried out in alarm. The men
grew erect, watching me. Their laughter became nervous. I felt a tenseness in
Johnnie's grip. His eyes must have stared at Raul's cock as it became elongated.
He knew the full length of it would soon penetrate his ass. When it was over, I
lay a long time over the pillows. Johnnie wet a towel with champagne and bathed
my face. Helene kissed my bottomcheeks. I felt violated, open. My bottomhole
puckered upon the air when the dong was withdrawn, as if seeking something more.
But there was no sperm to be given. It was a fake prick. It could only be used
to open, not to fill. Helene inserted her tongue in my hole as compensation,
making me wriggle. I didn't like that. It made me feel like I was being eaten.
"Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow," Helene said finally, growing weary of toying
with my bottom. She rose and unbuckled the penis from her crotch. I heard it
clatter to the floor. "Come, let's go upstairs, and bathe," Helene said. "Then
it will be time for you men to share a bed together!" I was helped up from the
bench. I left behind pillows stained with pee. My juices, too, had been vented
upon the pillows, by the inquisitive fingers of Helene up inside my twat as she
pummeled my ass. I put my small hands to my bottom and rubbed it.
Oh, how it
burned! There were strong red lines imprinted across it, their imprint still hot
on my tush. Within, between the cheeks, I felt as if a long, hot poker had been
repeatedly jabbed in me. Yet mingled with the pain was a sense of pleasure.
She'd frigged my slit expertly, making me orgasm repeatedly over the pillows.
Rubbing my ass, I looked at Helene. "You are wicked," I said to her. She smiled.
I felt the edges of my lips smiling back and tried hard to look sad. I did not
quite manage it. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her breasts pressed against
my own. My nipples sparked fire against her shirt. When she drew away, I found
my mouth wishing she would kiss it again. I threw myself to my knees. "Oh,
mistress!" I blathered. Hungrily I kissed her dell. I do not know now why I did
it. I was possessed. How she had hurt me! And yet, where the big penis had
been, now there was only the furring of her nest. I licked within it, as if
searching for the missing member, wishing for it to grow out of her and impale me
again. But she was only a girl. The big, horrible dong lay greasily on the
floor, near her feet. I tongued her, making her laugh. "Come, darling. Such a
good sport you are!" Helene said to me. She pulled me by my hair to my feet. I
glanced down at the prick on the floor. It was still as hard as it had ever
been. I looked away. Such an awful thing it was!
I patted Helene's nest, as if
to assure myself that she wore it no more. It was simply an unattached thing,
lying nakedly on the floor. It couldn't harm me unless someone wore it. I felt
deeper in her nest and she laughed again. I smiled. "I'm safe now," I whispered.
"Oh?" Helene asked. With my fingers in her snatch, I followed her eyes. They
glanced at Raul's penis, then at Johnnie's. "Yeek! I forgot about them!" I said
in a silly voice. "It's alright. You are only 13," Helene said to me. She drew
my fingers out of her pussy. She put my fingertips, wet with her dew, to her
lips. She kissed them. "Cum, dear. You have much to learn," Helene told me.
With swinging hips I walked upstairs, Helene holding my hand, Rebecca following.
Johnnie and Raul came last. Their 
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from now on. She wanted to scream for him to never stop fucking her, she
wanted to tell him how much she loved his big cock, she wanted to tell
him she loved having his dick in her mouth and that she loved the taste
of his semen, but all she could get out was a long moan.
She felt it getting closer now. It had started deep in her body the
minute the pain had gone. She was about to have the mother of all
orgasms and the intensity of her feelings frightened her. Mark heard
Will come into the room and pat him on the back. He grunted in reply.
"I'm going to c..cum, M..m.aster" she screamed.
Will reached over and screwed the light bulb back in until the light
flickered on. Pamela buried her head in the blankets until her eyes got
used to the light.
"I'm going to c..um all over your b..big c..cock again." she loudly
moaned as she got up on her hands and knees thrusting back into him
hard. Pamela could feel the waves of pleasure spreading out through her
body and she turned to smile at her husband. The first thing she saw was
a giant naked black man standing by the lamp, grinning at her. The image
seemed somehow surreal and she turned to look at Michael. Her eyes
opened wide in horror at the sight of the black giant fucking her. Sweat
was pouring down his face and his massive muscles were rippling on his
chest. His eyes were closed in concentration and he bellowed as he
sprayed his load into her pussy. His cum hit places she didn't know she
had and the feeling put her over the edge as the super orgasm erupted
from her body. She let out a scream so loud that the other black man
covered his ears with his hands. Pamela's eyes rolled up in her head and
she passed out from the pleasure.
Will looked over at the collapsed woman. She was covered in dried sperm
around her mouth and chest. Her pussy ws gaping wide and fresh sperm was
pouring out in waves. It made her look even more beautiful.
"I've never seen anything like that in my life," Will said in awe.
Mark's eyes were still closed and he just grunted as he gasped for air.
The sweat glistened off his heaving chest. "Hey buddy, you look a sight,
I fired up the hot tub. Lets go soak" Will said. Mark opened his eyes
and grinned at his friend. He threw the comatose Pamela over his
shoulder and they headed out the door.
"She took it all Will," said Mark still in a state of shock.
Will just shook his head. he was as surprised as Mark. "Just what was
all that "Master" shit about.?" he asked.
"I don't know," replied Mark swelling up with pride. "but I liked it."
They made it downstairs and Will went to mix them some drinks. Mark
climbed the ladder to the hot tub and sat Pamela down. He lowered
himself in and sighed with pleasure as the heat penetrated through to
his joints. Will soon joined him and they were laughing as they
exchanged stories about the evening. They heard Pamela stirring.
She awoke form a fantastic dream. She was at her wedding, but instead of
a wedding gown she was wearing her leopard print bikini as she married
Michael. Then after they has said their "I do's" and kissed, she hurried
through the crowd towards the beach. Only to bump into the arms of a
giant black African warrior.The Black man had told her, "Now my jungle
queen, you are ready to submit to the Nubian warrior." He had forced her
to her knees and she was surprised to see that he had two cocks, one was
a beautiful shiny foot long black monster,and the one above it was
white, half the size of the black one and it was covered in vaseline.
"Choose" he had demanded and she had began sucking on the black cock as
her parents, husband, and all the wedding guests applauded in the
background.
Pamela opened her eyes and lazily looked around the tub she was soaking
in. She jumped in shock when she saw the black men staring at her
intently. Tears burst from her eyes as she struggled towards the ladder.
"No, no, this can't be happening," she cried in agony when two strong
hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her back into the tub. They sat her
up and sandwiched her between their two strong bodies. Her nipples were
right at the water level and the fear and the heat had caused them to
become erect. The two black men began playing with her breasts as she
sat there crying and feeling helpless. She felt herself becoming aroused
again as they explored her body.
The bigger black man on her right, she now recognized him as the
bartender from her wedding, looked so handsome, so diferent from the
intense animal she had seen fucking her a short time ago. She shivered
at the memory of the massive orgasm his monster cock had given her. The
size differences, the kinky hair, and the hard chests, they all made
sense now.
"W..what have you d.one with my husand?" she asked.
They just grinned at her and filled her in on the whole sordid story. At
least Michael was alright, she thought and she smiled when they told her
that her husband never had to know about her infideliy and that she now
knew how to please him better. They were both rubbing her legs and one
had slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to sigh with pleasure.
She could see the fat heads of their giant cocks, hard again, and
bobbing in the water.
"P.please stand up," she begged. "I want to see you."
Mark and Will grinned at each other and stood up.
Pamela gazed in awe, as the water cascaded down the two perfect bodies
before her. Every muscle in their bodies was well defined from their
necks to their washboard abs and the monster cocks jutting out before
them. She examined Will's cock first. It was a beautiful black cucumber
that stood out about nine inches. This wonderful thing had given her,
her first orgasm. "Thank you," she said and she kissed the head of his
cock.
She then turned her attention to Mark's cock. She still didn't know how
she had gotten that shiny black monster all the way inside her. As if he
could read her mind, Mark said, "No bitch has ever taken it all Big Black Cock White Pussy was now boning
the boy in his backside with long, sliding strokes. He would arch his own bottom
backward, drawing his penis back with it, offering Johnnie the tantalizing hope
that he might actually pull out of him. Then, when Raul had removed himself
right down to the bulbous head of his cock, he would suddenly thrust his hips
forward again, provoking a cry from Johnnie as he slid the whole length of
himself back up inside him. "No-- No you're not!" Johnnie said. There was
desperation in his voice. Raul gripped his penis and yanked on it rhthmically,
keeping Johnnie on the verge of cumming even as Raul, wedged up in Johnnie's ass,
fought his own need to cum. "Don't spurt out your load until I tell you to," Raul
warned Johnnie. "What-- you want us to cum together?" Johnnie gasped. "Like a
man and a woman?" "Of course," Raul replied. "We're lovers now, you and I." "No
we're not!" Johnnie groaned. "Oook! Take your finger out of my ass!" I
complained to my aunt. Yet as I said it, I bent over, and clutched my knees.
I offered up my hiney. I gave it a quick backward thrust, making her enter me even
more deeply. "Yes," Rebecca whispered, standing over me. She copied Raul,
jamming her finger into me, then pulling it back, then sticking it up me again,
never quite withdrawing it, but rather stroking the inside of my backside with
it. It felt awkward, but wonderful. I wondered if this was how guys joining the
military had their anuses inspected. I'd been told they had to show their ass to
a doctor before they could be let into the Army. Did he (or she?!) just look at
it, or did Doctor stick his finger up in it, to make sure it was healthy all the
way up inside? Helene's gun went off suddenly. It surprised us all, though no
one broke the intimate contact they were experiencing. The bullet grazed Raul's
backside and made a big, splintering hole in the headboard of the bed. "Damn!"
Raul gasped. He began working himself in Johnnie's ass more forcefully.
Helene put the smoking gun in her mouth. "Oooh. It's warm," she said, licking the
barrel. Bent over, I frigged my slit. How awful and dangerous it was, all of us
naked, and a live gun firing off into our midst. Even Helene, who should have
known better, and been more careful, was inspired by it. The long barrel, it's
warmth, its potential to change forever the body of anyone she hit with it.
"Blam! Blam! Blam!" Helene took the gun from her mouth and began firing
randomly around the room. She didn't aim it at anyone, in fact, she aimed to
miss us. I shouted with fright. Yet there was something else mixed in with my
fright, for I remained bent over, frigging my slit and working my hips in time to
Rebecca's intrusive finger. "Oh, stop!" my aunt told Helene. Yet she herself
kept her finger in me, and kept diddling her slit with her hand. "Watch where
you're pointing that!" Johnnie groaned. I laughed, for it sounded like he might
be referring to Raul's penis, which was, quite pointedly, sticking straight up
his behind. "Oh, I want to kill someone!" Helene shouted. She put the barrel of
the gun in her mouth again. "Yikes! This is hot!" she said.
She couldn't lick it now. It was too hot from firing too many bullets. She ran to the window. She
threw up the sash. Then, afraid she might kill one of us, or even herself, she
tossed the gun out the window. It went spiralling down to the lawn but if it
fired again when it hit the ground, none of us heard, for we were wrapped up in
our lust and the gun had a silencer on it. 
Erect Black Dick well," he chuckled. "The jungle Queen isn't ready to submit to
the Strong Nubian warrior before her." He then added "Yet."
Pamela noticed another large black man watching them from the corner of
the room. She had never been around a lot of black people, nor had
anyone ever spoken to her like that before. She was suddenly very
conscious of her near nudity and felt intimidated and a little
frightened.
"Y..you just keep your hands off me," she managed to stutter. "Get out
of my way."
The man she had bumped into, held his hands up in a gesture of
submission and motioned for her to pass. She angrily stomped past the
two black men and out the door towards the beach.
Will and Mark smiled at each other as they watched the angry woman
marching down to the beach. Their tongues were practically hanging out
of their mouths as they watched her ass shake as she walked over the
sand.
"Bro, that had to have been the hottest piece of white ass, I ever seen.
said Mark in awe.
He was the bigger of the two at 6'6" to Will's 6'3". The two men worked
as bartenders at a male strip bar, usually wearing nothing but bow ties
and tight briefs to show off their abnormally large bulges. They both
were weight lifters and had fucked many a married white woman from both
the gym and the bar. They had taken the bartending job at the reception
because Pamela's father was offering $500 cash for three hours work.
"You gonna fuck her?" asked Will.
"Yeah, I think I am," said Mark confidently. "How 'bout you?"
"I don't think we can." answered Will
"Why Not?" asked Mark
"Cause here comes her husband." answered Mark as he pointed towards the
beach.
Michael was furious, Pam had been a nervous wreck as she told him of her
encounter with the black men and he wanted to know what a couple black
guys were doing at their inn. He burst into he room and slammed the
door.
"Which one of you "boys" touched my fiance." screamed Michael angrily.
He stopped when he saw the size of the two men standing before him. They
actually seemed amused at his indignation.
"It was an accident, Suh" said Mark in his most subservient voice. "Yo
Missus, jus bumped inta me and I caught her."
"What are you "boys" doing here anyways?" asked Michael a little more
confidant now with their submissive behaviour.
"Sorry Mistuh," Will chimed in. "We just be here settin up the bar fo
duh recepcion.
Stupid Negroes with their bad English thought Michael, No wonder they
never amount to anything. "You just keep your dirty black hands off my
fiance," he said. "Or I'll find another couple of bartenders for my
wedding." Michael saw their eyes narrow at that comment and sensing he
had gone too far he backed off and returned to his wife.
Mark and Will cracked up laughing as they watched the man fleeing down
the beach. "Settin up da bar fo the recepsion," Mark laughed clapping
his friend on the back. "That was classic." "You weren't so bad
yourself, bro" said Will. "So that hot bitch is marrying that asshole."
he nodded out the window. Pamela was modeling her bikini for her
husband.
Mark watched as she did a little pirouette before her husband a couple
hundred feet from the Inn. He remembered the way she felt in his arms
when she had bumped into him. He had grabbed her up by her breasts and
slowly moved his hands down over her full hips. His cock stirred as he
watched her out on the beach. Doubtless that little prick was bragging
about how he had put the two "boys" in their place.
"Well, there goes all hope of fucking that bitch," sighed Will.
"I don't think so bro," said Mark still staring at the bride-to-be.
"I don't care how hot you think you are, Mark, you can't fuck no woman
just when she's getting married," argued Will. "A few years from now,
sure, no problem."
"Remember our little trip to Mexico?" Mark asked.
"Yeah so," replied Will a little perplexed.
"I picked up some knock out drops, when we were there," Mark told him, a
big smile on his face.
Ah, the date rape drug, thought Will. "So we beat up his white ass and
drug his wife." he said. "Not me, that's rape."
"I ain't never had to rape no woman and I'm not going to start now."
said Mark a little indignantly. "Here's what I had in mind...."
Will nodded as Mark filled him in on the plan. It just might work he
thought.
******************
Mark and Will were busy mixing drinks for all the guests at the
reception. It was what they called the post-wedding rush, when all the
bored guests filed out of the church and headed straight to the bar.
Mark was on the inside, in the dining area and Will was stationed
outside on the large deck that ran around the Inn overlooking the beach.
People were talking about what a handsome couple, the bride and groom
were, when Will overheard someone say, that the newlyweds had the big
old inn all to themselves this evening. His ears perked up at that, and
the first chance he got he ran inside to tell Mark. Mark had heard the
news already, and said "That's perfect, we'll sneak back after
everyone;s gone and if we get caught, we'll just say we were picking up
some of our things."
They were interrupted by someone announcing, "Ladies and gentleman, may
I present Mr and Mrs Michael Winfeild Scott."
Michael entered the room looking all handsome and dapper in his black
tuxedo, but all eyes were on Pamela as she entered behind him. She was
absolutely stunning in her long white wedding gown. It hugged her lean
figure perfectly and it had a plunging neckline that showed off a nice
amount of cleavage. There was a spattering of applause and Mark felt his
cock become fully erect at the sight of the blushing bride. He had
always found white lace to be very sexy and he shifted the cock in his
pants to get more comfortable.
There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar.
Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and
during the buffet dinner out on the deck. Mark tried Black Coock the two men.
It looked big in her hands. It wavered, as if she was a little afraid of it, yet
she had a determined look in her eyes. Raul gulped and slid down Johnnie's body.
"Sorry about this, old boy," Raul said to Johnnie. "Yo! Don't make me cum!"
Johnnie gasped as he felt Raul's mouth connect wetly with his penis. "Do you
think I want your sperm shooting all over my face?" Raul snarled. "Well it feels
strange. When's the last time you shaved?!" Johnnie gasped. His dick quivered
against the man's lips. "I swear, if this big banana of yours spurts in my face,
I'll yank your dick off. You won't have to worry about Helene shooting it off,"
Raul told Johnnie. "Ack! Then be careful with your tongue!" Johnnie complained.
"You're licking me like you're a girl." "That's how I'm supposed to do it--
dick!" Raul answered. "God damn, don't lick the head!" "Do you think I *want* to
lick your pee hole? She's pointing a fucking gun at me!" Raul replied. "Well,
lick faster or slower or-- God-- I can barely hold it back, this feels so
strange!" Johnnie cried. "That's it. Get on your knees. I'm going to ream your
ass now and get this over with!" Raul said.
There was disgust in his voice.
"Where's the vaseline? I can't do it without vaseline." "On the night stand,"
Helene answered. Johnnie was made to present his bare, hairy haunches to Raul. It
looked strange seeing two men poised in such an intimate encounter; Johnnie,
kneeling anxiously, his big thing stiff and hanging down between his legs,
swaying under his stomach, while behind him, equally hard, with a big
sausage-like dick of his own, was Raul. The older man found the vaseline and
proceeded to grease his dick with it. It took several minutes, for his dick was
large and he wanted to be sure he made it slippery enough that it could penetrate
Johnnie's virgin ass with relative ease. Johnnie waited. He glanced over at me.
His eyes didn't look at my face but instead at the declivity between my own
legs, where I was without that which was so important to him. My space between
the front of my thighs seemed to invite penetration. His, on the other hand,
growing a penis there, could hardly be said to invite penetration; instead it
promised it. Yet there he was, despite his big penis, showing his ass to Raul
and waiting for the well-hung man to stab him in his backside.
My pussy felt
moist as I watched. I put my hand between my legs and, gazing at Johnnie's hard
penis as his eyes penetrated my cunt, I began to massage myself in my slit. I
thought to hide it as modesty, keeping his eyes away, but when I gave a quick
moan of pleasure it was obvious that my hand wasn't within my legs to make me a
good girl. Johnnie grinned, but it was a nervous grin, for now Raul, having
spread vaseline over his own dick, was putting a finger deftly between Johnnie's
split ass to oil his hole. "Hey!" Johnnie gasped. "Relax, it's just my finger,"
Raul told him. "Yes, but it's going in me to prepare me for your--" Johnnie
quailed, gritting his teeth as Raul's digit stabbed up his ass. The end of his
sentence was lost in an agonized grunt as he felt Raul's finger. The older man
stuck it up his ass quickly, going deep as his finger was long, leaving Johnnie
to gasp and waggle his cock around as he was pentrated from behind. "Hmmm.
What's this? There appears to be some kind of blockage," Raul said, feeling with
his finger up inside Johnnie's ass.
"It's the egg!" Johnnie shouted. "You're
pushing it in deeper!" "Hmmm, I can't get hold of it, it keeps