by Lorenzo Mier
"Hey, Tim," said Andre. "Come a bit closer. Your wife tells me how you and she liked watching us last week give it to Linda and how you liked seeing her husband clean her out. She wants me to introduce her to becoming a whore like Linda, don't you baby?"
"Yes. I want it."
"You gotta really want it, hon."
"I really do want it, please!"
"You want me and my black friends to pound your pussy with our fat pricks?"
"Oh my, yes!"
"We don't use condoms. We're gonna flood you with our semen and then have hubby here eat it out."
"He loves creampies!"
"You sure you want to be a Black Cock Whore?"
"YES!"
"And a little white slut who'll do anything we want?"
"Yeah. I'd love to be your slut!"
Andre made Jen drop to her knees right there, next to the bar, and right beside the dance floor, and suck his cock to convince him. She pulled out his cock, and without any hesitation, gave him the best, nastiest blow job I've ever seen her give. His friend Chris ran his fingers through her hair while saying something to her, which made her suck it even more hungrily!
"We have a special friend help us to break in white women," said Andre. "You're gonna have a new experience. After getting it from him, you'll be a different woman."
He sent Chris to the pool tables in search of this friend who I'd never met before, but had seen there a few times. His name was Russell. This guy was massive, and didn't look like anyone to mess with. When Andre saw that both his friends were ready, he grabbed Jen by the hair, and made her stop sucking his cock and stand up.
For the first time I actually got a real good look at Russell's cock. It was HUGE! He was putting it away as I walked nearer him. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
He laughed, and said to me, "Here's the way it's gonna be. I'm gonna break in this little white girl so she'll appreciate black cock. I'm gonna ram my dick up your wife's hole right up to my balls. And then I'm gonna fuck her silly." While listening and nodding blankly, all I could think about was how bad I wanted to see that huge black thing sliding into my wife.
"And honey I like to pull your blonde hair hard as I rip you open and ruin that sweet white pussy. Y'all ready for that?"
Andre looked at me and gestured for me to follow them as his two friends started down the hall with Jen in tow. Her big tits jiggled in her bra as she tiptoed in her high heels.
Jen looked flushed with excitement, almost as if she were drunk. She told me later she felt a throbbing inside her pussy which craved to have him inside her. She just couldn't fight it.
While some sex acts take place in the main room, most people meet up with others, talk for a bit, and head to one of the slightly more secluded areas of the club. They took us into a corridor that led to a private room. Each room at our favorite club has a "theme" to it. The theme of this particular room was mirrored walls and ceiling. Once in the room Andre told Jen to lie down on the bed.
"Put on a little show for us, slut. Let's see what you've got for us."
Jenny opened her laced up top, exposing her oversize breasts. She fondled them lecherously.
"Magnificent. I love big white tits. Show us your pussy, whore."
Jen slid her stretchy little skirt up over her hips, and spread her thighs. She rubbed the pussy lips.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yeah, babe. I'm gonna fuck that cunt!"
"Tim," Russell addressed me, "instead of being at the other end of the room I want you to see just how bad your wife is gonna love becoming our slut." He told me to lie back on the bed.
"Good," said Russell. "Your wife has such a beautiful pink pussy, but she's gonna need to be really wet, so you better should eat her."
"Now, slut, kneel over hubby's face in a 69 position, and let him eat you." As Jen did so, her huge breasts hung down and rested on my stomach.
As the men undressed I remember thinking: "He's gotta be k**ding. My wife is always very wet, and at this moment she's ten times wetter than I've ever seen her."
"Don't open his pants, slut." She did as she was told. My cock was straining and throbbing against the material. Geeze, couldn't I even get a suck?
"We're gonna do this a bit different than you saw the previous week. A special treat just for you folks."
I wondered what Jenny had might have said to them. Then Andre's thick black penis appeared at the entrance to my wife's pussy, its golf ball sized head slowly rubbing up and down her slit an inch above my face. I now knew they wanted me to watch them fuck my wife at the same time I licked her clit.
"Are you ready for it, you little white whore?"
"Yes. Give it to me!"
With a grunt Andre shoved his black prick in deeply, penetrating up to the root. His pubic hairs tickled my nose. Jen trembled and then grunted. Andre then pulled it all the way out for moment. In my position I could hear a slight "pop" as his penis emerged from the hole. It was glistening with cunt juice.
"How bad do you want it, slut?"
"Very bad! Please put it back in!"
He shoved it back in and then gave it to her hard for about a minute. I could feel Jen tense as she was about to cum. Before she did, Andre pulled out again.
"Now do you want it, whore?" He pulled her hair and slapped her ass repeatedly the way she loves it.
"Oh, God, give it to me, please fuck me!" she begged.
"Your hubby is going to have to watch me stretch you out. Do you want him to see that?"
"Yes," she moaned. "I want you to cum inside me again and a gain and make Time eat it out. He always loves to eat cum from me."
"OK, bitch. You asked for it. Now suck Chris while I fuck you."
As she started sucking Andre's friend, he pounded her even harder. Jen loves being filled with cum. She usually has an orgasm just from the feeling of that alone. I knew she was on the birth control regiment she had been on for years, but I still couldn't believe that she was gonna let them cum in her.
Andre fucked her like a piston, bringing her to a fever pitch. This time she shook all over as I felt her orgasm. I couldn't keep my mouth on her clit; she was grinding and bucking against Andre.
"That's a good slut. Is that what you want?"
"Oh my God, yes! This little white girl needs big black cock so badly! I'll do anything if you'll fuck me all night." I was mesmerized by the way his huge cock stretched her cunt out, especially because Jen has really creamy alabaster white skin, and the contrast was incredible. She came at least five times in the next few minutes.
"Oh I love it like this! It's soooo good! I want your cock! Please give me more! Fuck me!"
At this Andre tensed and I knew he was about to fill her pussy with his cum. Watching from an inch away his balls pull up and twitch as Andre filled my wife was unreal. Just looking at her very swollen, reddish scarlet, gaping pussy was intense, but when Andre finished pumping into her, then held his cock in her as deep as he could for a couple minutes, while I licked the outside of her pussy.
It didn't yet have cum dripping from it, but was frothy around his cock and on the outside. When he finally withdrew, I was ready. Almost before he was completely out, several globs/streams, well rivers actually were sliding out into my mouth. Immediately my tongue dove inside to lick out every bit of cum it could find. The smell was amazing. I felt the heat on my face as her cum covered my cheek and his sperm covered my tongue! It was the first time I'd eaten another man's cum. It tasted wonderful, different from mine. I'd always eaten my cum from her, but the musky, strong, hot, pungent smell I was used to was diluted compared to the salty-ish, intensely musky-ish aroma I smelled and tasted! It was incredible!
I later learned then that every man's cum tastes a bit different, like beers do. Best of all is fresh semen mixed with the juices of a lady's orgasm.
I remember vaguely the others talking while I sucked it out.
"I knew he'd love it," said Jennifer.
"Man, she's one ama
zing piece of ass. You're gonna love creaming this slut."
Jen continued to suck on Chris, who seemed to love oral. After viewing his cock, I was surprised, thinking that black is bigger was a myth. I was bigger than him, and maybe Andre, who was pretty big, was just a fluke.
And then there was Russell. Apparently she couldn't take Russell into her mouth; he was just too damned big. So she licked it all over instead.
"OK, slut. I'm gonna have to teach you a little lesson. If you can't suck it, you gotta fuck it. You ready for your lesson?"
"Yes," she answered, eagerly if a bit nervously. "I'm ready for it."
I looked up and saw Russell's huge calves cum up behind her. I was still upside down. As I looked up at his gigantic thighs, I saw an enormous dark black cock partially erect hanging down almost to his knees. It had a head that was uncut, making it look almost frightening, especially at two inches from my face.
Thank God he hadn't been the one to go first. My wife gaping pussy was able to accept it more easily (a little more easily at least), after Andre. Russell slid it in a bit. I was entranced. He withdrew it a bit too far and a plop sound let me know he had pulled it out.
"Put it back into her, hubby."
Timidly I grabbed it. The feel in my hand was exhilarating. I tried pushing it back in to my wife's little pussy. It didn't seem to go.
Russell laughed and instructed me again.
"Just put the head in, boy. Pull back the skin and it'll go in nicely."
"Please, darling," added my wife, "put it back in!"
I did has he asked. I felt a thrill re-inserting that big black knob. Once it was in, Russell put as much into to her with one stroke as he could. It took a little time to get her to accept it all. Let's just say that if Jen was flying with Andre, then she was in heaven when their enormous friend got into her.
When he got going fucking her, he intentionally pulled it out every now and then, and made me hold it in my hand while I slid my tongue deep inside Jen's pussy. God it felt hollowed out! The taste then was somewhat similar to before, but with a sweaty taste as well, and even wetter.
"Lick my balls, boy. I like my balls lick while I shoot my load."
I did as he asked. I felt him tighten up.
"Please cum inside her," I heard myself gasp.
He was way ahead of me. "I'm gonna do just that!"
His balls twitched as he fired his cum deep in my darling's broken pussy. Jen was crying now. I've since seen her do that again and again when Andre and his friends fuck her especially hard. Russell had his cock in up to his balls as he emptied the last drops.
Before he had pulled out more than a couple inches, I smelled that pungent freshly fucked odor that was so strong it almost knocked me out. He pulled all the way out and it took a second for my tongue (inserted to the point where my jaw hurt) to find it. His load however was not small, just deep I guess.
It rushed out all at once, and my mouth was so far open, I got most of it but some ran down my chin and cheeks. It no longer tasted like before, but now tasted like pure cum. VERY salty, not as thick as Andre's which was some extremely thick cum, but thin at first and very salty, followed by globs of more thick cum, which tasted bitterer. This combined with that beautiful smell I'd come to love as the most intense, powerful and intoxicating taste I'd ever experienced
Jen's pussy has always been described as "sweet" by me and just about everyone who has tasted it, but now it was rawer tasting, muskier. I can only describe it as the smell of fresh sex.
"So, how did you like that, slut? Was it nice?" Russell asked my bride.
"Yes. I loved it. I want it again."
From then on it was a roller coaster ride. Much of the time she sucked on Chris' cock. He seemed to love it for hours. I remember after a long while he announced he was going to cum and somebody pulled out of her pussy and the next thing I knew Chris was unloading his cum in her hole. It tasted so delicious I wondered whether sucking sweetens the semen.
I later asked Jen how many times she came and her reply was "I never stopped." She's always cum easily and often, and is seriously wet almost always, but that night, I'd NEVER seen her so wet! She was very vocal, from the first minute to the last.
What really sticks out in my mind was the way she begged them to fuck her more, her telling them she loved them, her telling me just how deep they were, how good it was, how she felt so full she thought she could barely breath, and later ordering me to lick lower, on their shafts where they entered her, and even to lick their balls as they had told her to tell me. They loved that! I remember begging them myself to fuck her harder when I saw how she responded.
The rest of the time, she was screaming, moaning, and later just incoherent babbling in time with their poundings. My face was soaked with juices periodically shortly after her more vocal orgasms. And as I licked her pussy lips and the point where they were wrapped around one of their cocks, I felt them harden/stiffen/tighten (I don't know how to describe it) to indicate she was cumming, as she's always gotten incredibly tight when she's having an orgasm. This was more the case in the beginning of the session, as towards the end she'd been so stretched and loosened and generally worn out, I don't think her muscles had the ability to continue from exhaustion.
We continued for what seemed like hours, but it was only about two. I felt like I drank like a quart out of her that night. When we got home my balls were blue and swollen, and I was going out of my head. So much pre-cum had leaked out, my boxers were stuck to me! Jen only laughed, and said she was exhausted.
"We'll play tomorrow. I'm so tired."
I was going out of my head, and tried curling up behind her to put my cock into her. She shouted "NO!" really loud, and I was amazed at myself later to find that I'd accepted her order, and rolled over.
The next day, when we first discussed the previous night, she told me that she intended to make this a regular thing. My eyes were almost crossing as my cock throbbed so hard...I needed to cum!
"Look, honey. Andre made me agree to not to let you cum...all week. That way he'll be sure that we'll return for more next Saturday."
"But he isn't here right now, and will never know. Please, let me cum?"
She was adamant about it. I was pissed.
"I've heard of orgasm denial, and we're NOT going to do it."
"Well, I'm not going to touch you all week. And I don't want you masturbating in the shower and being a sneak." She put it to me was half as a plea, and half as a challenge. In the end I figured "no big deal, I can handle it."
Boy was I wrong! It was all I could think about all week! Every minute I was around my wife, and every minute I thought about nothing but sex. It looked like the only thing to do was to go along and see if I couldn't get some relief when we returned to the club.
Stupid Bet Blacken
My name is Zack, and this is a true story about how I lost my ex-girlfriend to my ex-best friend. It all started when I got in a bar room conversation with my, at the time best friend, James. James was a tall athletic black guy, I roomed with in college. He's a big talker about his exploits with women, especially white women. He claimed they were all hot for him and would do whatever he wanted by the time he got done seducing them. Blah, blah, blah, yea I heard it all before. How the Black man's cock was superior to the white mans.
At the time I had a girlfriend name Lisa. Lisa was a good looking, long haired red-head, tall at 5' 11". She had a gorgeous face and a set of lips that just begged to suck cock. Lisa also sported a pair of 38D all-natural knockers that could make a dead mans dick stand at attention.
Lisa also liked sex, and I had to admit, I struggled to keep up with her in bed. Lisa and James didn't get along, because he usually talked shit to her which rubbed her the wrong way. James boasted in front of her, that he could get any woman he wanted because of his sexual prowess with women.
We ended up at a sports bar one night the three of us and we got drunk. James was hitting on a couple of white girl's, but the
y weren't paying him any mind. Dejected he came back over to our table and sat down, "Struck out huh stud," I laughed at him.
I got a sneer and a, "fuck you" back from him in return.
"Well buddy you can't get them all, But I'm sure you tried your best". I guess looking back, laughing at James at this moment, was the worst thing I could do to a friend, but hey, if we knew what the future held we would all do things differently right?
About that time Lisa got up to go to the bathroom and we got up to play some darts at a board that had just opened. I am a much better dart player than James but on any given day if motivated, and less drunk than me, he might be able to win one time out of ten. As we started playing, James kept up about what a Ladies man he was, and the girls that turned him down didn't know what they were missing.