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Alison's Adventure

By: fenrys



Alison was nervous as she pulled into the parking lot. She had never been inside an "adult toy" store before, and although she knew that there was nothing to be scared about, her stomach still did a little flip when she got out of her car and headed to the door. 

It was summer, after her senior year of high school, and she was hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She could spend hours locked in her room masturbating; she was getting tired of her hands, though, so she was visiting the store to see what she could find.

The heat in the parking lot was sweltering. The temperature was in the high nineties and had been for weeks, one of the hottest summers on record in her city. Because of the heat she was wearing only a small blue tank top and a short white miniskirt. She wore no bra or panties, not so much because of the heat but because it turned her on, and she loved the way the boys all stared at the dark triangle of sweat between her small breasts, at her protruding nipples. 

Inside the store, the air conditioning was running on high and the cool air swept over her like a wave. She felt goose bumps raise on her flesh, and her nipples strained harder against the fabric of her shirt.

"Hey, sweetheart," said the man behind the counter to her right, and she started a bit. "Need to see some ID." Wordlessly she dug through her purse and handed the man her driver's license. His eyes glanced over it and he smiled.

"Wow, just turned eighteen, huh?" he said. Alison nodded sheepishly and blushed. The cashier handed back her license. "Enjoy the store." He winked at her and walked away. Quietly she walked further into the building, eyes wide with amazement.

She wandered from rack to rack, scanning over the DVD covers, toys and novelties, enthralled by all the nudity. She had seen porn before, of course, but not a lot, and she was unaccustomed to it all, but she loved it. Finally she made it over to the corner stocked with vibrators and dildos, and her heart raced. Some of them were so big! She couldn't imagine that half of them could fit inside anybody. Alison could feel her pussy start to get wet as she surveyed the products. She resolved to select one quickly and get out of the store, so she could put it to good use.

As she narrowed down her possibilities, she became aware that someone was watching her. She turned her head back to her left and her breath caught in her throat. Standing behind one of the racks was a man, staring at her. He was ruggedly handsome, over six feet tall, well built, with short, scruffy hair and a few days' growth of beard. He smiled and Alison gasped a little and turned back to the wall of toys. 

She couldn't focus on anything in front of her. After a few seconds she turned back to look at him again, and he was still watching her. This time she smiled back, and raised an eyebrow suggestively. She couldn't believe herself, but she kept smiling as the man walked around the rack and came towards her.

He came up to her and stopped, looking down at her. She figured he was maybe a foot taller than her, with broad shoulders, well-muscled but not like a weightlifter; it was functional muscle, from a lifetime of hard work. His slightly musky smell filled her nostrils and lit a fire in her groin. She swept a few strands of blonde hair out of her eyes and looked up at him, smiling impishly.

They stood so that the cashier couldn't see them, and she reached over and gently stroked the bulge in the man's pants. In turn he reached out and tweaked one of her nipples through her thin shirt, causing a sharp intake of breath. Alison gripped him more firmly, but he shook his head gently and backed away. His eyes shot toward the hallway that led to the video booths, across the store. She nodded that she understood, and he walked over and disappeared into the dark hall. Alison waited till the clerk wasn't watching and followed as if in a trance.

All the booths were empty except for the one at the end, where she found her man. The door was slightly ajar and she entered, closing it behind herself. He was leaning up against the wall, hands behind his head, feet casually crossed. She walked up to him and ran her hands over his chest, then down his stomach and finally she dropped to her knees, roughly taking hold of his prick through his pants.

Alison wasn't a virgin; she'd had a boyfriend during school and they had fucked a few times before he dumped her. He hadn't seemed too keen on sex but he'd loved it when she sucked his cock, and she loved to do it, swallowing him whenever there was nobody around. She thought she had been pretty good at it, able to take his whole cock down her throat, but she saw now that it was only because he had had a small one. As she pulled this man's dick from his pants her eyes widened and she gasped. She reckoned he was at least eight inches, and it was as big around as her wrist. Eagerly she slipped her mouth over the head and swirled her tongue around.

The man reached down and stroked her hair as she slid her throat down his shaft. She struggled to take it all in but she was determined, and finally her nose was pressed into his short black curls. His masculine scent drove her wild, and she could feel her pussy dripping onto the floor of the booth. Slowly she slid back up his cock, and then back down, finding it easier as her throat relaxed.

She kept on that way for a few minutes, varying the speed, tongue working hard. After a bit she stopped and stood, staring the man in the eye and licking her lips. He reached down and grabbed her ass, and pushed her back against the wall. He slid his hands down her thighs and lifted her up, raising her crotch level with his, and he thrust his hips forward. His rigid cock pushed into her cunt and he slammed it home, up to the hilt, driving her breath from her. Alison draped her arms over his shoulders and shuddered.

As the man began to fuck her, slowly at first, she briefly considered how crazy the whole thing was; she hadn't gone into the store expecting to have sex, especially with someone she hadn't even exchanged any words with, but here she was. With every thrust, though, the thoughts were pushed out of her mind, and she ignored her concerns and simply enjoyed the experience.

Her legs were hung over his arms while he held her up by the ass and slammed his cock into her. Alison started to match his movements as she felt an orgasm approaching, pushing her hips back against him. He leaned in and nibbled lightly on her ear, and pushed her over the edge. Her ankles locked behind his back and she squeezed herself tight against him as she came.

She was still coming when he lifted her away from the wall, turned and sat her on the small stool in the corner of the booth, his cock still planted firmly within her. He started up his rhythm again, this time reaching down and rubbing her clit with one hand; with the other he lifted her shirt over her tits and began to squeeze and pinch. Alison writhed and squirmed on the stool, still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

After a few minutes of this the man pulled his cock out, and placed the tip against Alison's asshole. Alison bit her lip and looked up at him, her eyes doubtful.

"I've never –" she said, and was cut off when the man pressed harder, and she felt it penetrate slightly.

"There's a first time," he said, then he pushed again and the whole head popped inside, "for everything." Alison grimaced as he slid further and further into her virgin ass. At first it burned, and she wasn't sure she could take it. She relaxed more with every thrust, as he went deeper and deeper, and soon she could feel another orgasm coming.

The man started pounding her faster and faster, slamming into her with a vengeance, and her body was wracked with spasms of pleasure. Her pussy was soaked and she could feel her juices sliding down around her asshole, lubricating him, and pooling underneath her on the stool. He was still rubbing her clit furiously, when suddenly he twisted his hand and stuffed two fingers into her.

Alison went "oh," and her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave against the shore, washing away every bit of reality and replacing it with pleasure that burned inside her like the heart of a star. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her limbs went limp. Distantly she heard the man grunt once, and she felt jet after hot jet of his spunk shooting into her.

For a few minutes they both stayed that way, as their orgasms subdued and they came back to reality. Both their bodies were covered in sweat, and they were breathing heavily. Alison realized that despite her orgasm, which was definitely the strongest she'd ever had, her appetite was not satiated, and she only wanted more. She flexed her muscles and squeezed his cock with her ass, pleased to find that it was still hard as steel inside her. She began to thrust her hips again and the man grinned at her. He picked her up off the stool and lifted her off his cock, then laid down on the floor.

Alison sank to her knees next to him and took his cock in her mouth, eagerly cleaning their mixed juices off of it. After a few minutes, when she was sure he'd stay hard, she straddled him and slid her pussy down his rod. She started squirming and grinding, twisting her hips in slow, small circles. She flexed and squeezed her pussy muscles, milking his cock in rippling waves for a few moments.

Suddenly he gasped and a slightly concerned look crossed his face. Alison felt his cock spasm once, and before she could be disappointed she lifted off his cock and sprawled over him, dipping her head down and swallowing him to the hilt. He moaned louder and his whole body twitched as he shot the rest of his second orgasm down her throat. She sucked every drop out, and none escaped past her soft pink lips.

Without taking her mouth off his cock she looked at his face, and he half-mumbled, "One more." Grinning around the shaft, she plunged back down, swirling and caressing with her tongue, one hand fondling his balls, the other playing with her clit.

After a few minutes he lifted her head off his cock and had her lay down on her stomach, with her ankles crossed. She slipped a hand underneath herself and pressed her fingers against her clit, slowly thrusting her hips, fucking herself. The man climbed over her and presently she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her again.

He used his dick to spread some of her juices over her asshole, and then he shoved himself all the way into her in one push. Alison yelped but eagerly accepted him into her, lifting her hips to meet him, fingers still working on her clit.

His hips thrust wildly, pulling out to the ring of the head and slamming all the way back in on every stroke. Her fingers rubbed furiously and she stretched her legs, squeezing all her muscles as tight as she could. She felt her third orgasm like an oncoming train and it hit her just as hard, like an explosion that consumed her whole body. She could feel her pussy squirt, soaking her hand and the inside of her thighs. The man lay on top of her and his breathing was hot and urgent in her ear.

As Alison's orgasm began to subside she felt the man tense up, and when he buried his cock one final time she reached further back between her legs and grabbed his balls, squeezing and pulling. He groaned and she could feel him come again, shooting a few last ropes of his seed deep into her. Finally his body loosened up and he rolled off of her, his cock slipping from her ass with a loud plop! noise. 

They lay there for a minute catching their breath, then they both seemed to realize where they were at the same time, and they stood and reassembled their clothing. He left first, and then she followed a few minutes later, very conscious of his semen running down the inside of her leg. She didn't mind, though, and in fact it turned her on a bit. Rather than leave the store right away, which she thought might look suspicious, she browsed around for a few more minutes. She looked up once and saw the clerk looking at her, something in his eyes saying he knew what she'd been doing, and he winked at her again.

Alison decided that she would still buy a toy for herself, and she selected a large, fancy-looking thing that came with "everything a girl needs," according to the box. As she took it up to the counter a very large black man entered the store and as she looked him over and he looked back she felt her pussy start to get wet again. She smiled devilishly and reconsidered buying the toy.

Alison's Adventures



Alison woke early and knocked on her flat-mate Julie's door. 

She ate a hasty bowl of cereal, then a carton of yoghurt and washed it all down with an instant coffee. Then she went into the bathroom for a shower. After drying herself, she returned to her room to dress for work.

A recent graduate, she had landed a plum city job in which she was anxious to make the very best impression. The pay offered had astonished her and she didn't want to take any chances with her future prospects. To that end she dressed carefully, if rather conservatively.

White satin and lace bra and panties, matching garter belt, brand new sheer nylon stockings - the room she worked in was rather hot and she felt uncomfortable in tights - a white, lace trimmed waist slip, over which went a black skirt with a very small slit up the back. It reached within four inches of her knees, allowing her long elegant legs to be shown off to their best advantage. A black jacket that matched her skirt covered her plain white nylon blouse. On her feet she wore plain court shoes, not too high a heel, but helpful at displaying her leg contours.

She looked at herself in her long mirror, tidied her blond hair which she wore in a ponytail and smiled, pleased at her appearance. Earrings, necklace and watch completed her ensemble.

Julie appeared before Alison left for work. 

"Don't forget I'm going to Barcelona for the long Easter weekend," she reminded Alison. Alison knew her flatmate was going to stay with a boyfriend she had met on a winter break two months previously. She was looking forward to having the flat to herself for four whole days during which she reckoned to catch up on her reading. For despite being a cracking good looking girl, Alison was an avid bookworm.

She had sailed through her degree course without any real exertion on her part, just as easily as she had risen to the top in every subject that had caught her interest. Her main hobbies had been prowling around old churchyards and exploring ancient ruins. Her favourite holiday had been to Pompeii, the coliseum and forum in Rome and Hadian's villa in Tivoli.

There had been a few boyfriends of course. At school she had been friendly with Keith, a lawyer's son. Later she had dallied with several men, slept with a few and dropped them quickly when she found they were interested only in their own satisfaction and not at all in hers.

When asked once what her ambition was she had said it was to meet a nice man, marry and have two or three children and live in the countryside. Not all that much to ask for, one might have thought.

Among her dislikes were men who spent all their spare time fishing, kicking air-bags of whatever shape around a field, hitting little white balls into holes in the ground and other equally futile past-times. Her attitude lead to many arguments and not a few men who fancied her were put off by her disparagement of their favourite sports. The only sport she had ever played was tennis but she wasn't good at it, despite many attempts to acquire the necessary skills. 

She did like dancing, music and singing. An occasional party was also a popular way for her to spend an evening. Despite her lack of success with men on the sexual front, she was not averse to trying out a likely looking partner now and then. She enjoyed being courted, even pursued, although it always seemed to end in disappointment. 

Alison left the apartment at twenty minutes to eight, walked two blocks to the station and caught the train to the city centre.

She had to pass a derelict block roped off and scheduled for redevelopment. As she passed a gap between two buildings, Alison felt her arm being grabbed. Before she could cry out, she was pulled sideways into the alley. Her head hit the stone wall and everything went black.

Meanwhile, several days earlier...

Mel and his sidekick, Nigel, were on their way between prisons, their handcuffs chained to the van with two other inmates labelled as dangerous. There were three guards, the driver, his oppo and the one who drew the short straw to ride inside the van with the prisoners. 

It was late afternoon, windy and wet. A little boy, wrapped up in his yellow waterproofs and galoshes should have been visible a mile off as he chased the hedgehog across the road. But it was close to a slight bend in the road and at that precise moment a sudden gust of wind blew a hedge sideways obscuring the view of the oncoming tanker driver. He saw the flash of yellow late. It was too late to stop so, instinctively, he swerved round the lad.

If it hadn't been for the patch of loose gravel that a recent surge of rainwater had deposited on the road he would have made it back to his own side of the road before he hit the oncoming prison van.

As it was, the officers in the front were crushed to death in a fraction of a second. Their van was hurled aside like an empty trash can, colliding with a tree. The impact was too much for the already overstrained anti-jack-knifing mechanism on the tanker. Its articulated rear swung round overtaking the tractor and crashing into more trees a few yards on from the prison van.

There followed a few seconds of eerie hush before the tanker exploded. 

Inside the van, its occupants had shot forward against the steel partition. One prisoner's neck was broken, the other prisoner and the guard were concussed. Mel and Nigel being at the rear, had a comparatively soft landing on the bodies of their unfortunate companions. 

Mel was trying to re-orientate himself when the tanker went up. He realised the situation quickly, got hold of the officer's keys and managed to unlock himself and Nigel. Then his hand brushed the side of the van nearest the blaze. The hairs on the back of his hand and arm singed and the hot metal gave of on ominous smell that he recognised as burning paint. 

The doors at the rear of the van were part broken and bent. Normally Mel might have had difficulty getting them fully open, but panic leant him strength, He hurled himself through the opening and yelled at Nigel to follow. The pair raced down a grassy slope as the van burst into flames. They paused to drink at the little stream at the bottom of the slope. Wet grass had never felt so good as they cupped their hands full of the cold water. Then they slunk away into the gathering gloom as distant sirens announced the immanent arrival of the emergency services.

Mel had taken the officer's wallet as well as the keys. There wasn't a lot of cash but there was enough to buy tickets at the nearby railway station.

In amidst the crowed city, they soon found a derelict apartment block due for demolition. It would suit them for now.

Luckily for Mel and Nigel, several days elapsed before the authorities became aware that they had not perished in the blaze. The traumatised small boy at the site was unable to tell anybody anything. The human remains had been so well cooked and fused that it wasn't until a full forensic examination had been completed that their absence became known. 

Then the papers revealed to the public that two robbers and rapists were on the loose, having served less than two of the ten years to which they had been sentenced for their crimes.

Mel suggested they simply lie low and keep themselves out of sight until the hue and cry had died down somewhat. Nigel agreed. He was slower witted than his friend Mel so, despite being bigger, stronger and more athletic, he tended to be the follower. Mel was an agreeable looking young black man with an easy, open, disarmingly honest-looking face that totally belied the thug inside. 

He was a couple of inches shorter than his friend and although he was clearly black, his skin was nothing like the pitch black density of Nigel's.

He had remarked to Nigel that if he wanted to hide in a dark room all he had to do was shut his eyes and mouth and he would become invisible!

Some of the other black inmates had called Nigel, "Nig", short for nigger rather than Nigel. Mel had objected at first. He would have hit any white man who used the word but eventually even he had settled on "Nig."

It was Nigel that spotted her. He often gazed out of the glassless window of their "kitchen" in the early morning. A smart blond who wore her hair in a pony tail, dressed in a dark suit that set off her golden hair admirably. She always walked so straight backed in her high heels.

"Mel, I'd sure love to fuck that classy looking bitch down there," he remarked, "Just scope that ass!" as she disappeared down the road.

Nig started looking out for her in the evenings too. She rapidly became an obsession for him.

Then one morning when Mel had been out most of the night "foraging" as he put it, and had gone to sleep on his return, Nig went down to the street level. As the girl went past, he reached out and held onto her arm. He only wanted the stop her, talk to her maybe. But as she was swung round, her head hit the wall and she went out like a light.

Nig caught her and rapidly carried her back from view. Then he started to carry her upstairs. He worried that he might have hurt her. He and Mel had occupied an apartment on the sixth floor because it was still part furnished. The kitchen was left, there were odd bits of furniture that the previous occupants hadn't deemed worthy of removal. A settee, some chairs, some carpeting, a bed and a couple of tables, made the place almost habitable by the standards of two young cons. 

The sixth floor involved carrying the girl up twelve flights of stairs, but Nig was strong, she wasn't too heavy and he made it without stopping.

He and Mel had shared the bed for the first night, but Mel objected to Nig's restless arms flailing around during the night. He had liberated a camp-bed on which he was now fast asleep.

Nig lowered the girl onto his bed. He stripped off her jacket, fondling her breasts as he did so. He stopped when she murmured slightly. He found a couple of cable ties and fastened her wrists to the head of the bed. She lay there on her back, her mouth slightly open, her legs slightly apart.

Nig could feel his cock getting very stiff just looking at this lovely feminine figure at his mercy. He unclipped and unzipped her skirt. But he had difficulty getting it down over her beautifully contoured hips. Impatiently he pulled at the seam. It started to part. He quickly ripped it all the way down to the hem, and pulled it off her inert body. He stroked her thigh through her waist slip, feeling the silky material under his finger-tips. 

His cock was calling for action. He reached up under her slip, pulled at her panties and ripped them off too. Then he dropped his jeans, pulled out his cock from its excruciating confinement and climbed onto the bed. He eased her legs further apart, held his cock head against her cunt lips. But she was too small and too dry. He went into the kitchen and rubbed butter all over his cock. He took some back to the girl and began to massage it into her opening. 

Then he tried again. His cock started going in slowly. He eased it in gradually, albeit impatiently. Breathing heavily, he finally began thrusting and withdrawing. It was fantastic. He hadn't felt so good in ages, years even. 

In only two minutes he began to climax. Oh! What a joy to feel his cum explode into the girl's cunt. He shot load after load into her. It was so satisfying. He didn't want to stop at that. He knew he could come again in a few minutes. His cock was gathering pace again. It was sliding easily in and out of the girl's well lubricated cunt like a piston on an old steam train. This was so much better than that little schoolgirl they had accused him of raping. 

He heard a voice behind him. It was Mel, "Reckon it's my turn now, Nig."

Nig turned his head to see his friend in nothing but a T-shirt, holding his rampant cock ready for action,

"Argh!" said Nig as he shot his second load of cum into the girl. Mel could have sworn he saw her move her hips a little, as if encouraging Nig's final efforts.

Then as Nig rolled off her, Mel thought he saw her eyelids flutter. She was coming round. Mel got down between her legs and inserted his cock into her wet and dripping cunt. Although he was smaller than Nig in almost every respect, his cock exceeded Nig's by over an inch in length and was even stiffer. 

Alison was dreaming. She had been wooed by the Crown Prince. He had carried her off to his castle and was making love to her. She could feel his cock going in and out of her. It was delicious. Easily the most erotic dream she had ever experienced. She felt him come, shooting his lovely juicy cum into her. She wanted his baby. Oh! Yes! Yes! She wanted him to fill her with his cum and get her pregnant with a new heir to the throne.

What Joy! What satisfaction! This was her role in life! Then just as she was starting to come, he went away. 

Moments later, before she had time to weep for her lost love, he was back, bigger than ever inside her. Oh! Joy! Now she could feel herself coming. He was so big in her. 

Her eyes flickered open, then shut again. No she didn't want to wake up! She wanted the dream to go on. She wanted the Black Prince to bring her to her climax.

Then as she felt herself coming, she wondered why she was being fucked by the Black Prince. He was from the fourteenth century wasn't he? Then she came. And came awake!

There was no prince at all. She was being raped by a black man she had never met and she felt dirty when she realised how much she had enjoyed coming on his cock.

This couldn't be happening to her. She had been on her way to work. Somebody had grabbed at her. Now she was tied to this bed being raped.

What was it her old Auntie Hilda had said? "If you ever get raped, just relax and let it happen. It's worse when you fight it."

There was no question of fighting anything. He was big and powerful and she felt weak and dizzy. So she tried to relax.

Mel looked into her eyes. He thought she had probably realised what was happening to her. He half expected her to scream, not that it would have done her any good. The kitchen window was out, but the door was closed. It was unlikely that anyone would hear over the noise of the traffic.

"My wrists," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"My wrists are hurting," she explained.

He reached down to his jeans pocket on the floor. He pulled out a penknife.

"Keep still," he ordered her.

He slit the cable ties. She was going nowhere.

She massaged her sore wrists above his head. Then, for want of anywhere else to put them, she rested them on his shoulders lightly. He resumed his eager thrusting into her cunt.

Alison was desperately trying to relax, following her Auntie's advice. But she couldn't help a reflex motion to his thrusting. Mel took this as her acquiescence to being fucked. He bent and kissed her, his tongue slipping briefly between her lips.

Alison was fighting a desperate battle. Something in her wanted to hold him tightly, to pull him deeper into her, to give herself unreservedly to him. The demon in her told her to shut her eyes and make mad passionate love to her Prince Charming, even if he was a black prince!

"Stay detached," she told herself, "Keep a grip on yourself."

But her reaction to his thrusts wasn't controllable. It was simply a reflex of her cunt muscles. The trouble was that her hips kept wanting to join in. Alison's consciousness wavered for a moment. She lost control only for an instant, but her hips, cunt and ass took over, starting to hump back in time with Mel's thrusts.

He took hold of her blouse and wrenched the sides apart. Some of the buttons came off. He grasped her tits and began to massage them through her bra. Even through the material he could feel her hard nipples. They stood out well. He bent and licked at them, leaving wet patches on her bra. He reached underneath her and fumbled with the catch. Then the bra came loose, allowing him to fondle her white tits in his black hands.

It was the last straw for Alison. Her hands were sliding down Mel's back, grasping the cheeks of his ass, pulling him into her. She heard herself saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder." She couldn't believe she was doing this. She didn't want it. She didn't even bother that much with sex. She could hardly believe she was saying, "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. I love the feel of your fucking great prick in me."

Mel could though! He loved the things she was saying to him. This was the sort of girl he had always wanted. A girl that really and truly enjoyed a good fuck. A girl that thought his cock was the greatest instrument of pleasure on earth.

"I'm fucking you right now, you little whore," Mel told her as he shot his cum into her cunt. Load after load squirted into her as she moaned and thrashed around experiencing the best climax of her life.

Suddenly she was laughing and kissing him.

"I'm Alison. What's your name, lover?" she asked. 

"Mel. And that's my mate Nig," Mel replied, indicating the somnolent figure in the easy chair, "He's the one who brought you here and fucked you first."

So the jet-black figure in the chair was Prince Charming! She tried to smile and only burst into tears. She was such a slut! She had liked being fucked, especially by Mel. Also by Nig in her sleep too! What a whore she was! She felt so ashamed of herself. 

Mel was surprised by the tears. His cock was still in her. He was expecting to enjoy fucking her again right away. He was already moving slowly in and out of her. He could feel his cock growing harder and stiffer by the second. 

Alison could feel it growing too. 

"Oh! No, not again," she thought. Then she remembered she should have been at work some time ago.

"Mel, stop. I have to call my workplace. They'll want to know why I'm not at work."

"Where's your phone?"

"In my handbag," she looked around. It was by the bed where it had fallen from her shoulder when Nig had deposited her on the bed. She got the phone out and called the office. She explained she wasn't feeling well, the result of her 'monthly'. She would be there as usual on Tuesday, the next working day.

She snapped the phone shut and dropped it back in her bag.

"Sue, you're a cute fucking liar, you little slut," he told her with a grin.

The grin was infectious. She grinned back. Suddenly she wanted him again. Against all her upbringing, her normal inclinations, almost in spite of herself, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him coming inside her. She wanted to be fucked again just like before. She wanted him to make her come, to experience that ecstatic joy that only a great fuck can give a girl.

Her arms went around him. She kissed him. Open mouthed kissing with their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. He was fucking her hard and fast, his breathing laboured. He started coming just as she reached that crescendo she adored. It welled up in her, she felt she could burst, explode even. 

He pumped hard shooting his cum into her. He relished the thought that he could get her pregnant. He hoped she wasn't on the pill. He delighted in filling her with his seed.

As they slowed and finally stopped, she kissed him.

"Thanks, Mel. That was great!" she told him. He knew in a flash that she was his slut now. He could do anything with her. She would give him anything he wanted. 

Alison looked at her torn panties, skirt and blouse.

"I need to get some new clothes from my apartment," she said to Mel.

He wondered if it was some sort of plot for a moment but dismissed the idea. She was his. She wouldn't betray him now. 

"That's not a problem," he replied, "You can go back and get some things tonight." 

"First I'm going to need a needle and thread or some pins," she informed Mel.

"I'm not your errand boy, slut," he objected.

"Haven't you got anything here I could use?" she asked.




Alison's Adventures



Mel rummaged around in the kitchen for a while. He came back with a card on which there were rows of safety pins. 

Alison carefully used some of the pins to join the seams of her skirt together. She discarded her panties, used more pins to help secure her blouse and dressed as well as she could. Her jacket covered the missing buttons and a tear on her blouse. Her skirt could have hung better but it was passable. She tidied her hair, then decided she just couldn't go out with cum running down onto her stockings. Somehow she pinned her panties together and used them to try and stem the flow of semen. She smiled. The tops of her legs felt strangely smooth, well lubricated with cum as they were. It wasn't a sensation she was used to, but it was weirdly thrilling. 

When she was satisfied with her appearance, Alison took Mel's arm and eased him toward the door.

"Wait on there," he said, "We should wait till after dark."

"I think it might be better now. The evening rush started early as it's a holiday tomorrow. There aren't too many people around. Nobody will take any notice of a couple like us."

Mel could see the logic but he couldn't let her have her way entirely. He had to stay in control somehow.

"Okay. Then you and me go arm in arm like we belong together. But we leave Nig here for now. We wont be that long."

They set off walking along like a regular couple. After the short train ride, they walked past a small park an into Alison's apartment. Once inside Alison started to undress, leaving her clothes in an untidy heap. She went into the shower and turned on the water. Mel could hear her singing. He stripped off and joined the happy girl. She soaped him all over, paying rapt attention to his cock and balls. She even washed his ass-hole with a giggle. He held her close, their soapy bodies intertwining sexily. His rampant cock slid easily into her cunt and they came together with perfect timing after only a few strokes. Alison laughed happily. She had never felt better in the whole of her life. She was so content, so fulfilled, so alive. And so full of cum!

She looked in the bathroom vanity unit and found a small bottle of pills. She stared at them. She would have been taking them if she had known in advance how she would be spending her day. She put them back on the shelf and closed the unit.

"What the hell," she thought, "I really don't give a damn. If I get pregnant then so be it."

The thought made her feel carefree as if she had abandoned every restraint imaginable. She put on a pair of pink panties and a little camisole top. She went into the lounge where Mel stood in his boxers. 

Alison went up to him, put her arms round his waist and kissed him affectionately. 

Mel wasn't used to such an open show of affection, but he thought he could easily get to like it. 

"I think we'll move in here for the holiday," he announced, "It's much better than that old crap-hole we're in now." Alison wasn't sure but she didn't argue. Mel dressed and she put on a short green skirt and a white shirt. They left the place to get Nig. It was a bright sunny afternoon, ideal for sun-bathing. 

Crossing a small patch of parkland, Alison wanted to sit in the sun for a few moments with Mel. There were several couples lying on the grass, especially where it was a bit longer. They sat. Mel felt Alison leaning against him slightly. He was amused at how easily she had come round to relaxing and enjoying the moment. There was some rustling behind them.

Mel pulled a leafy branch of a bush aside, revealing another white girl enjoying some ardent black cock. They didn't stop. 

The man just said, "Shut that door!"

A few moments later the couple emerged. They looked vaguely familiar. "Aren't you Clare Telleman from that soap... what is it now?...Glass Road?" Alison asked, "And you must be James," she added to the dread-locked man.

They both grinned and nodded. 

"We are having an affair on the set, so we do a bit of practising off-set," Clare told them without a blush. She seemed chatty and approachable for a TV star. Alison was impressed. When Clare asked her and Mel to come up to their place for a drink, Alison said yes even before she caught Mel's eye.

Once in their apartment, Clare poured the drinks, put on some music and all four started dancing, or rather, smooching.

Then James produced a couple of joints, which they passed round. More even slower music started. Alison remarked her lack of emotion as Mel stood, swaying to the rhythm and stroking Clare's bottom. 

James was holding her tightly against him. She could feel the excitement rising between his legs. She rubbed herself teasingly on his rampant erection. She felt she just didn't have a care about what would occur as a result. Clare pulled Mel down onto the couch on top of her. Her skirt was up round her waist. Alison saw her new friend pulling her panties aside and guiding Mel's big black cock into her wet pussy.

James had slid his hand between Alison's legs, up her thighs to her panties. She felt impatient for what she wanted to happen next. She unzipped his jeans, pulled out his stiff black cock and guided it smoothly into her cunt with a sigh of relief. Not just sexual relief either. She was glad she was drawn to the sex, rather than beginning an infatuation with Mel or Nig.

James worked his cock in and out of Alison with relish, his black locks flying around, getting entangled with her golden tresses. He was an expert lover, easily exciting her to a passionate frenzy. His tongue probed her mouth, seeking out her own tongue and engaging it with slobbering strokes. Alison humped back as James thrust his amazingly stiff prick into her again and again, giving her orgasm after orgasm.

She heard him make a noise between a gasp and a grunt as he came, squirting his cum into her, bringing her to yet another exhilarating climax.

As they laid back in a state of exhausted euphoria, Alison saw Clare removing the last of her clothes. Mel too was stripping off.

"Come on you two," Clare said, "get your things off and come into the bedroom."

They did as they were told. Clare organised them so James had his head between her legs, She had Mel's cock in her mouth, while Alison has Jane's cock in her mouth with Mel's tongue licking her cunt. Alison had never done anything like this in her life. She had always refused to have oral sex, regarding it as filthy and disgusting. 

Now, all of a sudden, she found herself busily licking and swallowing James' great stiff prick as if it was a tasty succulent lollipop. She felt happy and relieved to be able to overcome her own prejudices at last. James' cock didn't taste bad at all. A bit weird maybe but she felt she could easily get to like it, especially the small amount of cum which had leaked out.

She caught sight of Clare busily trying to swallow as Mel reached his climax and shot his load into her mouth. Alison was momentarily wary. Would she be able to swallow James' cum like that? A few seconds later she found out as James came in her mouth. She swallowed gamely, eager to show him what a good cocksucker she could be. The effect of her action combined with Mel's attention to her clit with his tongue brought her to one mighty orgasm which made her writhe in ecstasy, moaning in sheer delight. When they had recovered sufficiently, Alison looked at her watch. 

"Nig will wonder what's happened to us," she said to Mel, " hadn't we better get back?"

They hurriedly dressed and left, promising Clare and James to visit again.

When they got back to the derelict building where Nig was waiting, they found him immersed in a porno magazine, jerking off as he read the stories out loud. Alison went over and helped him come, caressing his cock with her hand.

Then they went back to Alison's place for the night. Nig walked a few paces behind Mel and Alison, keeping his eyes riveted to the sway of his favourite girl's ass as she walked arm and arm with Mel. He was absolutely obsessed by the way her hips curved up into her slender waist and down to her softly rounded bottom. He thought her rear end was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever witnessed. He had an aching hard on again by the time they got to Alison's apartment.

Alison , however, was hungry. She got a meal ready for the three of them and they sat down to eat. It was only hamburgers, hash browns and beans but they tucked in happily, washing it down with plenty of coffee. They went to bed early, Alison leading Nig through to her bedroom holding his hand. Alison unbuckled Nig jeans, slid them and his shorts to the floor and knelt before him. She took his cock in her hand, caressing it with an amused smile before licking it and closing her lips around it. When it was up to maximum size, she got up, pushed Mel onto the bed beside Nig and started to suck his cock too. Them Nig got behind her, fitted his cock head into her cunt and achieved the Nirvana he had been seeking for the last two or three hours. What was heaven like if this wasn't the real thing? He emptied the product of his balls into Alison's cunt and felt his rapidly softening cock slide out of her.

Mel enjoyed the sensation of coming in Alison's willing mouth. He had been initially anxious about Nig's obsession with this girl and angry that his sidekick should have put them to so much risk. 

But things had worked out well, he had to admit. He had vented his sexual frustration on this girl and Clare and he felt a whole lot better for it. When he had finished shooting his load of cum in Alison's mouth and she had enthusiastically swallowed it all, they got into the bed and went quickly to sleep, Mel and Nig on either side of the girl. 

In the morning everybody slept late. When Mel awoke, he could smell bacon cooking and roused Nig to join him in the kitchen where Alison was nearly finished preparing breakfast.

It irked Mel somewhat, when, after they had finished eating the hearty breakfast Alison had prepared for them, Nig went to the sink to help with the washing up. It somehow seemed demeaning for him to have done that.

When Mel looked into the kitchen, however, he smiled. He needn't have worried. Alison was bending over the sink, slowly rubbing dishes with a sponge, while Nig had pulled her panties down and was busily pumping his cock into her from the rear, his hands grasping her tits for leverage! Alison was giggling wildly as Nig carried her into the lounge, squatting in an easy chair with the girl's ass-hole impaled on his cock. Mel seized his chance and got his rapidly hardening cock into Alison's cunt. He heard her squeal, whether in delight or anguish he wasn't quite sure.

"Try thrusting in one at a time," she pleaded. Eventually Mel and Nig got their act together and took turns thrusting their pricks into the girl's cunt and asshole alternately.

Alison heard the door open and shut. Then a familiar voice, "Well! Well! Now what have we got here then?" It was her flatmate Julie back earlier than expected.

"I didn't know you were a black cock slut too, Alison!" she continued, "You might have told me. Is this a private party or can friends join in?" She unzipped her skirt, undid her blouse and kicked off her shoes.

As she approached, Mel, who had already come in Alison's cunt, opened his arms to her and kissed her. 

"Mmm! You taste as good as Alison here," he told her, "Would you like a good fuck?"

"Nothing better!" she replied.

Alison asked, "What happened to your long weekend with Randy then Julie?"

"I found out he'd been screwing a schoolgirl in my absence. They develop a taste for black cock young these days."

"I didn't realise Randy was black. You never mentioned it to me, Julie," Alison complained.

"Well, you certainly didn't tell me your enjoyed black cocks, and two at a time!" 

Alison grinned at her friend. She hadn't realised it herself until now. Nig was coming in her asshole. He had been massaging her tits for some time and Alison felt herself coming with him. This was turning into a great weekend!

Julie had bent down to remove her panties and found her face next to Mel's relaxed cock. She took it into her mouth and started to revive it. The holiday had not been much good up till now as far as Julie was concerned, but things were certainly taking a turn for the better. She felt excited as Mel's cock started to expand. It never ceased to amaze her how easily men were aroused like that. 

Julie persevered until the object of her desire was stiff and hardening, then positioned herself over Mel and, holding his cock in position, lowered herself gingerly down onto it. She sighed with relief as it penetrated her already wet cunt. As it bottomed out, she began humping, but Mel rolled her over in order to get command. He drove his now rigid cock into the willing girl with a vigorous series of thrusts that excited them both until they collapsed exhausted after several orgasms.

As Julie lay getting her breath back, she reflected at how marvellous it was when an unexpected pleasure like this occurred out of the blue. While they were recovering the phone rang. It was Clare inviting Alison and Mel over the following night. When Alison told her there were now four of them, Clare replied, "All the more the merrier!"and insisted they all attended for a party at seven the next evening.

When the four of them attended the following evening at the appointed time, they found Clare with James and two other interracial couples, two handsome black studs with lovely white girlfriends who were all there for a good time.

"We're all swingers here tonight!" Clare informed the astonished and delighted Mel, Nig, Alison and Julie.

It was drinks all round and then a quick few drags on some joints before the action started. Alison couldn't help but be surprised at the readiness of these lovely young girls to impale themselves on the stiff erections of the vigorous black studs. She had never until now imagined that there were fellow members of her sex who had such an appetite for black cock. 

They were all soon getting stripped off. Alison found herself wearing stockings, garter belt and bra as she was fucked by one cock after another. She ended up stiff and sore next day after being shafted by all five men more than once. She had also sucked plenty of cock and swallowed a vast amount of cum during the orgy. It was mid afternoon when they finally surfaced at her place. 

Nobody was in much of a mood for sex and they sat around watching TV until it was time for bed again.

In the morning, Mel and Nig gave the girls a last session in the shower before they decamped. Alison felt the place seemed almost dead without them as she and Julie got cleaned up ready for work next day. 

Ten days later there was a report in the newspaper about a raid on a late-night store. The get-away car had crashed killing two robbers, Malcolm Kerr and Nigel Shore. It was just possible for Alison to identify them from the blurred picture in the paper as Mel and Nig. Her tears were short lived. 

There had been two schoolgirls in the back of the car who had suffered a fractured arm and a broken collarbone. The paper also rehearsed a list of their previous crimes, several robberies and a couple of rapes. Both Alison and Julie felt deflated by the news.

Two weeks later Julie suggested a visit to a West Indian club that a friend of hers had recommended. Alison wasn't all that keen but Julie persuaded her and they set off one Friday night. 

Julie helped Alison to dress for the occasion. Sheer black nylon stockings with scarlet garter belt, a skirt which finished two inches above the tops of her stockings and an off the shoulder crocheted little top which allowed an excellent view of her scarlet bra. Alison objected to the shortness of the skirt. 

To assuage her friend's qualms, Julie found an old white satin slip with a three inch lace hem. She cut off the hem and neatly sewed it along the edge of Alison's skirt. It just covered the tops of her stockings, but Alison said she still felt like a tart.

"That's just the way you want to feel, honey" her friend told her, "We're going to have a good time tonight!"

They wore light raincoats over their "party" clothes and went by taxi to the club. They were soon dancing in the dimly lit club with a couple of Jamaicans. Their partners, Ray and Jim, were pleasant enough and Alison soon relaxed. They joined the men at a small table and sat around chatting, drinking and smoking a couple of weeds.

Neither girl objected when, after the next slow, smooch y dance, the men took them to a back room. There the girls were kissed and fondled. After some passionate French kissing, Alison felt worked up and felt for Ray's cock. She stroked it through his jeans. She felt it getting harder and wanted it inside her. As they kissed, Alison felt his hand go up her skirt. She opened her legs slightly and allowed him to caress her cunt through her panties. He could feel the material getting very wet.

He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Alison fondled it lovingly. Then she knelt and ran her tongue round the bulbous tip. It felt good and tasted even better.

Ray sat on the edge of the bed as Alison climbed over him. Pulled her panties to one side and positioned his cock against the lips of her cunt. Then she lowered herself smoothly onto it, gratefully impaling herself on his instrument of pleasure. Ray began to thrust his cock into her with gusto. 

It never ceased to surprise him how eagerly pretty young middle class white girls were to get his vigorous black prick into their cunts. He loved obliging them. Nothing pleased him more than feeling the girl reach a moaning, screaming climax except the feeling of pumping his own cum into their willing bodies, always hoping they would get pregnant!

That was exactly Ray's thought as he shot his cum into Alison, coming in unison with her own orgasm. Alison laughed and kissed him as she dismounted, bending to give his cock a kiss too. Then she and Julie changed partners and proceeded to enjoy yet more black cock. 

When they were finally sated and had recovered sufficiently to venture down, the girls were approached by a large black woman who introduced herself as Martha. She told them that the mirror in the room they had been using was a one way affair. She had been watching them perform and had been impressed. What she wanted to know was whether Julie and Alison were interested in working full time for her.

"What, as prostitutes?" Alison exclaimed.

"Well, er... yes, if you want to put it like that, I prefer to use 'call girls' rather than prostitutes or whores," Martha confirmed. She went on, "The money would be very good for a couple of sweeties like you. And you get to keep seventy per cent of your takings, so you can see I try to be fair."

Julie seemed to be keen to give it a try. Alison agreed to give it a try for a week but was cautious. 

"I'd like to think it over for a few days, if that's alright with you, Martha," she said.

After the week during which Alison had been on holiday, they had enjoyed as much black cock as any two cock-hungry whores could wish for. Then theydebated the merits of Martha's proposal.

"We are nothing but a pair of black cock hungry sluts anyway," Julie argued, "so we might as well get paid for it if we can. I'd be making two or three times what I get working as a secretary."

"I'm already getting as much if not more at work anyway," Alison replied, "I have a job I enjoy - something I'm good at and the prospects are good too. I don't want to give it up for a few years of whoring, much as I enjoy it. What'll we be doing when we're forty?"

The following day at work, Alison was called into her supervisor's office and told to attend for an interview.

"It will mean promotion if you get it," she was informed.




Alison's Adventures



Dr Glyndebourne nKwame had been born to his West African parents after they had been taken during their honeymoon in England to the fashionable opera venue Glyndebourne near Lewes in East Sussex. Glyn, as he preferred to be known, was actually conceived that night in a hotel in Lewes but his parents liked the sound of Gyndebourne better. His Anglophile parents had also sent him to be educated in England. first at a so-called public school and later at Oxford university where he graduated in mathematics.

On the advice of his tutor he stayed on for his master's degree and his doctorate. His thesis concerned the statistical analysis of trends in macro-economics.

He was head-hunted by a firm of New York investment bankers before he formally received his doctorate. His portfolio was the firm's SE Asian interests. His early success encouraged his employers to fast-track him for promotion, at the same time fulfilling their avowed aim of greater "diversity". His area of interest steadily expanded to cover the whole of Asia including India and China. 

The bank was rewarded during the recent economic crisis when it became one of the few to turn in a good profit whilst its competitors were going to the wall. And it was Glyn's department that was largely responsible, through a mixture of shrewd investing and sheer luck. It was, said one of his backers on the bank's board, amazing how luck played such a large part in the fortunes of those who worked thoughtfully, hardest and for the longest hours.

He was a big man, six foot two and broad shouldered but no one would have called him handsome. At forty two years of age, he was physically fit and mentally alert. Already, as he received his doctorate, his hair had thinned on top. He responded by shaving the whole lot off and displaying a well polished pate to the world.

There was a vacancy on the board coming up in the autumn and Glyn was earmarked to fill it as junior VP. Hard work both studying and progressing his career with the bank had left Glyn with little time for the usual social interactions. His sport when younger had been rowing; later he jogged. His chief hobby was trad jazz-he played a passable double bass - and sex was largely confined to a certain Japanese Geisha lady with whom he spent his annual four week summer holidays.

Feeling the need of a trustworthy personal assistant, Glyn made enquiries amongst his staff. His attention had been drawn by one of his subordinate managers to a young lady who had contributed to his success in Asia. She was a comparatively new employee called Alison Westbrook.

He had made an appointment for her to be interviewed. Having read her CV he was expecting a bespectacled, studious looking woman with her hair tied back in a bun and wearing shapeless, drab, unfashionable clothes.

Instead he looked up as she sat down on the seat opposite him to see a well-groomed, smartly dressed, pretty young blond whose blue eyes looked steadily at him. He hoped she couldn't discern the surprise he felt at her appearance. Surely no investment analyst could look as beautiful as this, he thought.

Alison crossed her nylon clad legs and smoothed her straight black skirt. She tried not to push her tits out as she suspected her bra would show through her pretty white blouse. 

She considered the man in front of her. He was black, bald, or rather, shaven headed , wore a well-cut grey suit and he sat straight. He surveyed her briefly, then looked into her eyes. He folded his hands on the desk in front of him. Alison noted how well manicured they were.

"You come highly recommended," he began, "and I see you got a first in Maths, just like me. Why didn't you stay on for your masters' which you were clearly capable of achieving?"

"I wanted the work experience and I could still return for my masters later."

The job I have is as my personal assistant. It will mean travelling a lot, especially round Europe and Asia. Would you be able to pack up and go at short notice?"

"That would be okay by me," Alison confirmed, excited by the prospect of travelling the world at company expense. Two other people joined Dr nKwame, a man and a middle aged woman.

They began firing technical questions which Alison fielded with ease. Then they got on to salaries and expenses. Alison had no idea what to ask for and said so.

"What do you get now?" the woman asked.

Alison told them and the woman smiled a thin lipped smirk.

"We can offer you three times that plus any receipted expenses, plus a dress allowance.".

So Alison became a personal assistant to the new director designate. Julie was disappointed but had made up her own mind to accept Martha's offer for herself. She moved her things out of the flat and the girls parted on good terms, albeit sadly.

Within a month Alison had visited Singapore, Tokyo, Shanghai, and New Delhi before ending up in London on a Sunday morning. There was a meeting with members of the London bureau next day. But that afternoon, she and Glyn strolled along the Serpentine in the early summer sun.

"I always think London is so nice in June," Glyn remarked.

Alison agreed. He bought her an ice-cream and they sat by the water as she lick it. Glyn thought her tongue was delightful as it curled over the end of the cornet. He lingered over thoughts of what else he would have liked that tongue to be doing, before banishing them. He had never found a girl to whom he was so attracted. As they went into the hotel and travelled up to their rooms in the lift, Alison felt Glyn's hand round her waist. She didn't recoil, even as his fingers gently progressed up and round to her breast. 

As she went into her room, she held the door open for him. He needed no further hint! He took her boldly into his arms and began to kiss her. Her arms went round his neck as she responded. He started by unzipping her dress. She, in turn, unbuttoned his shirt. As her dress slid to the floor, she undid his belt and pushed his trousers down.

She knelt before him, wanting to have the taste of his prick on her tongue and in her mouth. As she pulled his shorts down, the massive bulge at the front of them revealed itself as the most gigantic cock she had ever come across. Well used to the average cock as she was, nothing in her experience, even working as a part-time prostitute for Martha, had prepared her for the glistening black monster now confronting her. She wondered if she could even get the great bulbous head into her mouth, let alone the massive stalk itself. 

She grasped the monster with both hands, caressing it gently. It's throbbing presence thrilled and excited her, even as it filled her with trepidation. She stuck out her tongue and licked round the great slimy head. It didn't taste too bad. She repeated the action and looked up at him, smiling her approval of his proud fuck-pole.

As Glyn looked down on his pretty young assistant, clad in her white bra and panties, he thought how lovely she looked with her mouth filled by his cock-head. 

"I'm sorry my cock is so huge," he said, "But I just can't do anything about it!"

"It's the answer to a maiden's prayer!" Alison rejoined with a rueful grin. She estimated that with the first couple of inches in her mouth now, she had only about a foot to go!

Glyn solved that problem by coming and shooting a huge spurt of cum into her mouth, followed by another and another. Alison swallowed valiantly, managing to get the whole lot down with only a small trickle dropping onto her chin and down onto her bra.

"Come here my pretty lady and let me get my cock in your cunt," Glyn urged her. She climbed over him as he laid down on the bed. She took hold of his now softer cock and guided it to the lips of her cunt. She began to lower herself onto it, feeling fit to burst as its huge head popped into her. Being all slimy with cum, it began to slide into her smoothly, but it was thickening up rapidly as Glyn began to look forward to filling her with his seed. 

Alison braced herself for the final few inches as Glyn began thrusting and withdrawing from her. She felt like she was about to burst, stuffed as she was by this massive monster of a prick. 

There was too much strain for her to get much satisfaction from his thrusts until Glyn came again and shot his second load of cum into her. The lubrication worked well enough for Alison to begin the orgasm of her life. It went on and on and she wished it would never ever stop. But eventually they simmered down. 

She felt so proud of herself, being able to accept such a colossal prick and satisfy this man, she found herself laughing and kissing him. Her joy was overwhelming. Now she knew what she was born for. She knew what her life was going to be from now on. 

She was Glyn's girl, like it or not. She wanted one thing now to make her life complete and that was Glyn's baby. She closed her eyes, longing to be pregnant by him. At last she had found a man whose intellect she admired and who could satisfy her sexual cravings. What more could life offer her!

Glyn was equally enraptured. Here was a girl he could take anywhere. She looked lovely, was well spoken and intellegent. And once the bedroom door was shut, she behaved like a wanton whore suffering from nymphomania. 

From then on as they toured the world's financial centres, she and Glyn openly shared double rooms at all the hotels they stayed in. Within four weeks Alison was suffering from morning sickness and a quick visit to a local doctor confirmed her most ardent desire. She was pregnant. 

Glyn was delighted and immediately asked her to marry him. He had fucked this beautiful girl twice a day for the last month and the prospect of being able to continue doing so for the rest of their lives appealed to him. 

He genuinely liked Alison. She was one of the few women he had ever met who he could treat as an intellectual equal and she was a magnificent performer in bed as well. A combination that would appeal to any man.

A week before they were due to wed, they were soaping each other in the bath . Alison carefully rubbed the soap on Glyn's cock. She told him it was time for a special treat. 

She sat on his lap and positioning his cock at the entrance to her asshole, Alison lowered herself onto it. It took several minutes of slow painful progress before she was fully impaled.

Although Alison was no asshole virgin - she had been fucked that way many times at Martha's place - it was a painful experience for her despite Glyn's cock being very slippery and not fully firm. Alison was delighted when he came and shot his load into her asshole. She wanted to hold nothing back from Glyn. She wanted him to enjoy her in every possible way. She wanted him to know there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

The following week, they were married. It was a traditional church wedding with Alison in white satin and lace and Glyn in a morning suit. Glyn's best man was his brother Burlinton, Burl as he was known. Glyn told Alison he had been named after an hotel his parents had stayed at when he was conceived. At thirty-five he was seven years Glyn's junior.

Alison's bridesmaid was her pretty eighteen year old kid sister Susan. She wore a pale blue satin dress with her long blond hair glinting every time a shaft of sunlight hit it.

Clare and Julie, who had helped with the organisation of the whole affair, were not only present but had invited some of the guests.

As Alison and Glyn turned to parade down the aisle after the service, they became aware that many of the male guests were black and their wives and girlfriends were all white girls. It looked just like an interracial jamboree. There was a spontaneous ripple of applause as the newly-weds walked down the church. As they were organised for the photos, Alison felt a thrill of anticipation as she saw Burl and Susan arm in arm. It wasn't their closeness, but the way Susan and he were exchanging glances that told Alison that if her sister wasn't careful she, herself, could soon become an auntie!

And they all lived happily for a while!!



Alison's Adventurous Sister



Burlington nKwame smiled, pleased with himself and his surroundings. He was at a well organised wedding among lots of well dressed men and pretty women. There was a whiff of expensive perfume about the place and Burlington looked forward to the evening with a sense of adventure. His brother was getting married at last. 

The nKwame family had become rich and powerful during early colonial days by the simple expedient of selling their rivals to the Arab slavers who then sold them on to the European merchants for transportation across the Atlantic. When slavery was abolished in 1833 the family had invested in the acquisition of local lands and the education of their children. Some of the children went to Ovford, others to the Sorbonne, thus backing both sides in the struggle for Africa. 

Burlington, or Burl as he was usually known, was not of the same intellectual caliber as his brother. He had failed his BA at Oxford, won an athletic scholarship to Harvard but failed to graduate there too. He had retired to West Africa and started a taxi business which would never make him rich; he just didn't have his brother's drive, ambition or ability.

His brother Glynbourne, on the other hand , was one of natures high flyers; Director designate of one of the largest investment banks in the US. A combination of considerable ability and a penchant for hard work had carried him to the top. 

Glyn was just marrying a stunningly beautiful young white girl, herself a talented economist, called Alison. The bride was a perfect picture of maidenhood in her white satin gown, giving Burl a massive hard-on as she glided down the aisle on his brother's arm. What Burl wouldn't have given to be in his elder brother's shoes that night! He knew his brother's progenerative equipment was the envy of lesser men - and that meant nearly everybody, including himself - and he could picture the ample pleasure his young bride was about to experience.

Although, the age being what it was, he supposed she was already well aware of what awaited her. Girls nowadays didn't delay for the church bells to establish the sexual compatibility of their chosen mates.

At the reception, Burl had to make an effort to keep his eyes off Alison. Although he acknowledged his lust for his brother's bride, he resolved to do nothing he might later regret. He turned his attention to the pretty bridesmaid, Alison's younger sister, Susan.

Eighteen year old Susan was no match for Alison 's sharp intellect but she was kind, good natured and obedient. She had dressed carefully for her sister's wedding. She wore a white satin and lace bra, matching panties and garter belt, holding up sheer nylon stockings. She wore white open-toed high heels, a long white satin and lace slip and a pale blue satin dress that came down past her knees. Her blonde hair was pinned up with a simple tiara holding it in place. A single row pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings completed a very pretty picture.

Facially, Susan was like her sister but not so anyone would necessarily take them for sisters unless they were seen together. Where they were very similar though was at the rear. Susan had the same sort of curvature to her ass that Alison displayed; they were both the possessors of asses-to-die-for!

Observing this Burl found his hard-on just refused to simmer down. The bride and groom were dancing now. So he asked Susan to join him on the dance floor.

Susan had seen her sister Alison's betrothal to Glyn with great interest. The sisters had been brought up in a liberal family, so she could see nothing wrong in Alison marrying a black man, even one who was twenty years her senior. Her sister had already vouchsafed the secret of Glyn's 'equipment' and Susan let her imagination do the rest. As she thought of her sister impaling herself on Glyn's monstrous cock, she had to keep her own legs firmly together. She also knew her sister's secret, her two month old pregnancy! 

At that point Burl came up and asked her to dance. He was a big man, six foot two in his socks, and he was broad-shouldered too. Seven years younger than his brother at thirty-five, Burl was not handsome. At best his face could be described as rugged, his lips too broad, his nose too flat and a hair-style that was neither crinkly, wavy nor straight, but a melange of all in an unregulated mess. His suit, on the other hand, was exquisitely cut and fitted, as was his shirt, the cuffs adorned with gold links.

Despite his bulk and Susan's slender build, they danced well together. Susan was pleasantly surprised at Burl's dancing skill and sense of rhythm. As they spun and she was pulled tightly into his body she could feel the swelling in his groin. It pleased her youthful nature to think she had managed to get this grown man worked up so quickly. It also made her feel horny!

After a suitable period of time, Alison and Glyn left to change into their 'going-away' clothes, off on their honeymoon.

Burl and Susan followed them out of the hall and went up the stairs to their rooms on the sixth floor. After the newly weds disappeared into their room, Susan went to her door, turned the key and went in. As she turned to close the door, Burl slipped in behind her with a laugh.

"Alone at last, little Susie," he declared. His hands slid round her waist and he pulled her to him. He bent and kissed the unresisting girl very gently on the lips. He kept his mouth slightly open, slowly increasing the pressure. Then, as she offered no resistance, he flicked his tongue softly along her upper lip. He was gratified to feel a wet slither of flesh on his broad lip as she responded. Her arms went round his neck and her whole body rested against his own. 

He increased the pressure of the long kiss still more. His mouth opened wider as did hers, their tongues intertwining as their passions began to erupt. 

His large hands dropped down and grasped the ass-to-die-for, pulling her onto his hard erection. Under the soft satin of her dress, her slip and her panties he felt the even softer flesh surrendering to his touch. 

Susan thrilled as she felt the power of his protruding cock trying its best to burst out of his well cut suit trousers. The girl desperately wanted to experience the earth shattering pleasures that her older sister had told her about. She was no virgin at eighteen but her experiences had been frustrating to say the least. The men, or rather boys, she had allowed herself to experiment with had failed to provide either the excitement or the satisfaction she craved. She had begun to think herself indifferent to sex, but tonight was going to change all that.

She moved herself encouragingly against the lump she could feel growing against her belly and wallowed in the messy kiss that seemed to go on for ever.

Then he spoke, "Well, I wonder what your sister is up to just now?".

His fingers worked on the zip behind her neck. It slid down. He had done this before, obviously. As her dress slipped to the floor, Susan stepped out of it and pushed Burl's coat off his shoulders, undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She was in a hurry and her nimble fingers worked on his belt and fly-zip too.

His suit trousers wouldn't go over his shoes, so Susan knelt to undo them. Burl seized the opportunity to reach over, lift Susan's slip and slide off her panties. In doing so, he allowed his by now rampant cock to escape its bondage within his boxers. It flipped out cheekily next to Susan's startled face. It was massively stiff, black and shiny.

The girl had browsed enough porn sites on the internet to know what men loved from their girls at this stage. She had finished with Burl's shoes and socks, his trousers were free, so she gave his cock her rapt attention. Grasping the giant with both hands, she stuck out her tongue experimentally, licking round the head.

Reassuring herself that it didn't taste too bad, she closed her mouth right over the head and tickled it with her tongue. Burl was ecstatic. This was better than he had ever imagined. Susan had completely ignored the precum and taken it into her pretty mouth. Burl could feel his balls about to discharge his semen and warned her, "I'm coming, girl!"

She let him go. She pushed him back and started mounting him. Holding his cock in one hand, she began to lower herself onto it as fast as she could. She squeeled a little with the strain, but managed to get half of Burl's ten inches of cock into her as he ejaculated his cum into her cunt.

"I'm coming now, Susan. I'm fucking you right now." 

"That's right, Burl. Come in my cunt. I love it. I want to feel you coming and fucking me like that!"

As he emptied the product of his bollocks into her, Burl slowed a little.

"No, don't stop! Please fuck me again, Burl. I want to come too!" she cried. 

In response, Burl rolled Susan over onto her back without withdrawing his cock from her. Then he began to vigorously pound into her, faster and faster until she began to scream with delight.

Burl could feel his cock becoming coated with her juices as she came noisily and breathlessly. Then she was laughing and kissing him. And thanking him for fucking her so well!

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He could feel his cock, still hard, still needing to be satisfied, to be assuaged in the juices of the girl's luscious cunt. Slowly and methodically he ripped away her beautiful white satin and lace slip, her matching bra and garter belt. Then he tore away her nylon stockings until she was stark naked before him. 

He pulled her legs apart and mounted her. He drove his still rampant prick into her cunt. It was still dripping with his cum and her own juices, so his prick slid into her easily. Only when it was fully inside her did she use her cunt muscles to tighten onto it, making it swell still further. 

He closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking Alison, his delectable sister. He shafted young Susan over and over again, giving her an almost continuous string of orgasms as he shot load after load of his cum into her. 

He didn't care about birth control. He actually enjoyed the thought of making this young white girl pregnant. It would satisfy his ego and , in the great scheme of things, would it really do her all that much harm to have a black baby?

As they finally collapsed exhausted, she nuzzled up to him, "Oh! Burl, that was fantastic! I never realised how good a fuck could be until today. I love you, Burl darling. I love the way you fuck me. I'd love to have your baby, darling."

Burl smiled. He rather hoped her wish would come true too. Then they drifted off to sleep. 

In the morning, Burl lay dreaming about Alison sucking him off. He awoke to find Susan giving him the best blow-job he could ever remember. When he warned her he was coming she kept on sucking until he began to shoot his load into her mouth. 

She swallowed valiantly, getting almost the whole lot down. There was just a small trickle running down her chin. She delicately wiped it off with her finger and swallowed that too.

When all the wedding guests had left the hotel, Susan took her new lover to her parents home where she still lived. Being the liberal minded couple they were, there was no objection when Susan made it plain that she expected Burl to share her bed each night. 

The following two weeks were the most joyous in Susan's short life. She was having fantastic sex every night in her very own bed under her parents roof with their consent. Burl was happy enough. He was not only ploughing Susan's cunt every night but lubricating her to-die-for-ass and her willing mouth as well. But when he closed his eyes it was his sister Alison who was impaled on his cock.

Susan seemed to have a perpetual grin on her pretty face, even more so when the date for her period came and went!

It was during a phone call with her sister, just back from the honeymoon, that Susan's world came tumbling down. Alison told her the aweful truth; that Burl already had a wife and three children in West Africa. 

Next day he slunk off home to his family and his taxi business, leaving Susan drenched in tears. As far as she was concerned the only saving grace was that her period had arrived a week late.

Alson tried to console her sister to no avail.

"I even wish you hadn't told me. Then I might never have found out and would have stayed happy," she wailed, rather illogically.

Alison wracked her brains to find a way to console Susan to no avail. She and Glyn were off to the far East in a day or two. Alison sure didn't want to leave her sister feeling so bad.

Then she just happened to bump into Julie coming out of a department store. The old friends had a coffee together and Alison told Julie about her sister's troubles. 

"Why not send her to me for a few days?" Julie suggested.

Alison hesitated. She was well aware that her friend had been working for some time now as a full-time protitute, a possibility she had herself once considered and rejected omly because the money wasn't good enough to tempt her from her investment banking job.

Alison had no sexual hang-ups since her experiemces with Mel and Nig a year ago. They had awakened a very strong sex drive in her that only Glyn had been able to satisfy.

"Okay, Julie. I'll send her down to you. Treat her carefully though as I would hate her to come to any harm," Alison told her friend.

When she arrived at Julie's apartment, Susan still had the sniffles. Her eyes were red, as was her nose. She looked far from the delectable young girl Burl had ravished such a short time before.

Julie had taken in a new lodger after Alison left. Her name was Natalie and she was a twenty year old brunette with a very pretty face and a body where all the curves seemed perfextly proportioned.

After the introductions, the three girls prepared a meal and sat nattering over the coffee and liqueurs. Susan slowly began to thaw. Somehow it was easier talking to comparative strangers and she confessed she had been taken in, She had fallen for a very plausiable rogue who had used her.

"Did you get nothing from the experiences you had with him?" Natalie asked.

"How do you mean?" Susan replied.

"Well, didn't you learn anything about sexual techniques - you know - all the different positions and holds and all that sort of thing?" Natalie said calmly.

"I suppose I did pick up a few things, I certainly learned what men like us to do!" Susan could feel herself blushing. 

"Well then, your time with this Burl wasn't a complete waste, was it," Julie enjoined.

"Not if you look at it from that point of view," Susan agreed.

They had a few more drinks and turned in. Susan slept better than she had done for some time.

The following day, the other two had to go to work. Susan was amazed at how they dressed. They both wore skirts so short that their stocking tops and garter clips were clearly visible. And when they sat down they had to keep their legs crossed if noone was to get a view of their panties. 

It made Susan giggle and the girls laughed too.

She got their meal ready for them when they got in at two in the morning. After eating all three of them crashed out.

The following evening Julie asked Susan if she would like to go with them. She wasn't too sure. She knew Julie and Natalie were a couple of whores and shrank from the implications of a night out with them. 

"Come on Sue," said Julie, " We'll have a few drinks, a few laughs and maybe get dance or two. Then there's the chance of a good fuck at the end of it!"

Susan couldn't help herself from laughing at Julie's coarseness. And she was curious, anxious even, to discover her own reaction to sex with another black man. She never even contemplated having sex with anyone other than another black man!

So she and Natalie and Julie went down to a well known hostery. Susan was somewhat more conservatively dressed than the others. Her skirt was short but she wore a waist slip under it which hung down to cover her stockingt tops and garter straps. On top she wore a pretty white lacey bra. Natalie lent her a blouse. 

Susan was shocked to discover it was see-through to the extent that every stich of her bra was clearly visible to all and subdery.

The others reassured her that it was the right sort of thing to wear for the evening they were going to enjoy, so eventually she put it on.

She looked at herself in the mirror and rather liked the effrontary of the blouse and the short skirt. Her hair was pulled up as it had been for her sister's wedding, but now she was wearing greeny eye shadow, pimk nail varnish and a gloss lipstick that gave her a much more tarty look. 

Their assignment for the evening was to entertain six black musicians, members of a famous group on tour. Susan understood why they had wanted her along. Two amongst six would have been hard work indeed!

They sat drinking vodka and telling dirty jokes for half an hour before one of the group produced some 'weed' that they all passed around. Susan had never tried it before and it made her feel giddy. There was some music playing and one of the guys helped her to her feet and started to dance with her.

His hands were roaming over her tits and ass, even up her skirt, but Susan just didn't feel she minded it at all. 

Indeed she started to giggle and stroke the guy's cock which was bulging out of his jeans. He pushed her down on her knees and unzipped his fly.

"Hey, Baby! Get it out and eat it!" he urged her.

She hurried to do his bidding. Hardly had she got his cock into her mouth when she felt hands pulling her panties down from behind. She stepped out of them. 

Then hands grasped her waist and then she felt a big stiff cock entering her cunt from the rear. Having two cocks in her at the same time was a new delight for Susan and she was heartened by the encouraging comments from her companions. With her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol and drugs, she settled to enjoying the new sensations she was experiencing.

She was popular among the guys all of whom fucked her at least once. When the girls eventually got back to their apartment at four in the morning, Susan was asked by Julie how she felt and if she had enjoyed herself that night.

"I'd say that after my first night with Burl which was really something special for me, that was the happiest, most carefree I've ever known. I feel absolutely fine and relaxed," she replied, "somehow I've gotten rid of some of the tensions and anxieties I've been feeling lately."

She turned and grinned at her friends, "Frankly, darlings, I've had a damned good fuck and I enjoyed every minute of it! Playing the whore was just exactly what I needed."

Natalie and Julie both hugged her and kissed her. They were genuinely pleased at her reaction to the night's events. After a quick bite to eat, the three went to sleep.

The girl's minder, Martha, rang next day and told them there was a black football team who wanted some after-match 'entertainment'.There would be some other girls, five student nurses who occasionally worked for her, who would make up the numbers. She especially asked Susan to go and she readily agreed to play the whore for a second night.

The girls arrived as the match was finishing. The team were in a great circular hot bath togther.

When the girls arrived the men pulled them into the bath, clothes, shoes and all. Julie just managed to drop her cellphone over the side of the bath as she splashed in.

There were two guys for every girl and once again, amidst the splashing and screaming, Susan found herself being fucked by at least two men at once. At one stage she was being double-fucked, cunt and asshole, and sucking another guy's cock at the same time. As she told the other two at the end of the night,

"Honestly, I've had a whale of a time. I just didn't know fucking could be so much fun.I even enjoyed the sensation of being pulled into the bath with my clothes on and getting fucked in the wet."




Alison's Adventurous Sister



Julie had rang Martha and explained what had happened. Martha had sent some T-shirts, shorts and flip-flops down to help them all get home.

Next night Martha promised, would be more sedate. They were to wear evening dress and go to an opera with some visiting diplomats. The question of what happened when they got back to the hotel was left open. The guys weren't all that young!

Asked if she wanted to comtinue, Susan just said, "You try and stop me!" and they went out of their sedate evening.

The opera and the dinner that followed were indeed fairly sedate by recemt standards. When they accompanied the men back to the hotel, there was no question about whether sex was involved or not. The girls were ordered out of their dresses and were immediately bedded by the men. They were given a right royal shafting despite the fifty odd years that each man carried. Not only that but all three managed to fuck young Susan!

When they got back to the apartment that night they were still fairly full from the meal, so they just sat with a late night drink and talked. Susan said she had been thinking about it and had come to the conclusion she wanted to join them full time. 

"You mean, Susan, you want to become a full time prostitue just like Natalie and me?" Julie asked.

"I've never enjoyed myself so much as I have with you two. I love being fucked by lots of different guys. And yes, I definitely want to be a whore like you," she announced. Julie and Natalie embraced her, welcoming her into their world.

When Alison rang up the following week to see how her suster was getting on, Susan told her she had decided to join them as a whore. Alison didn't seem too put out by the news.

"I thought about it myself not so long ago and my decision not to do so wasn't on anything other than financial grounds," she told Susan, "If its what you want to do and you enjoy it, I can't see anything wrong in it. Girls have a perfect right to enjoy a good fuck and if men are silly enough to pay us for it, that's their business."

Susan was overjoyed at Alison's response. Her sister also warned her that Burl would be in town the following week. Her advice, when Susan said she'd like to give him a piece of her mind, was just to avoid him.

By the time he arrived in town, Susan had been a whore for nearly three weeks. She felt she could confront her erstwhile lover. She put on a long green jersey dress over her usual white satin and lace undies and walked in her high heels into his hotel. When she knocked on his door, he opened it, startled at first when he saw who it was. 

He said, "I'm sorry, Susan. I never intended to hurt you so much. You weren't meant to fall in love with me. It was just one of those mad flings..I would have been perfectly happy to take you back to Africa with me as my second wife, you know."

"What really riled me, Burl was that it was always Alison that you really wanted andd couldn't have, so you just took me and used me as a surrogate for my sister," Susan burst out.

He reached out a hand, sensing that tears were not far off. She brushed it away and then the tears started to flow.

Suddenly she was in his arms. It wasn't going the way she had intended. Vaguely she recalled Alison's advice and wished she had stayed away. Leaning into him she could feel the old familiar swelling in his groin as he began to lust after her - or was it her sister she reminded him of.

His hands were roaming down her back and over her ass. Then his thick lips were on hers and har arms went around his neck.

"Oh, Burl!" she cried, "I've missed you. Take me any way you want.

He needed no urging as he carried her over to the bed, raised her dress and pulled off her pretty panties. A few minutes later he was naked and he climbed over her, got his cock into her wet cunt and started the familiar motion she loved so much. This was fucking the way she loved the most.

He fucked her cunt, her asshole and her mouth several times over that night until they fell exhausted into a deep sleep. She awoke thinking that being wife number two to such a man wouldn't be that bad. But the hotel room was empty and Burl had vanished again.

Smiling ruefully to herself, she showered, dressed in her crumpled green dress and went back to the apartment she shared with Julie and Natalie.

Nine months later she gave birth to a black baby boy. Forgetting her pill that very day with Burl couldn't have been wholly a coincidence now, could it?

Pushing their prams togther through the park one sunny morning, Alison and Susan chatted amiably. Life was good to both of them in very different ways and they remained the very best of friends as well as sisters. After six weeks, Alison went back to her life as wife and helpmate to an economics ghuru and Susan went back to her life as a whore, both fairly satified with their lot.

Burlington nKwame, however, smouldered in West Africa, dreaming every night about what he would like to do with the lovely blond girl his brother had married.