0 comments/ 112582 views/ 4 favorites Fill 'Er Up By: Ruby Slippers The motorway stretched out darkly before my headlights. A quick view of the fuel meter told me it was time to pull over at the next services area before I ended up walking the rest of the way to Scotland. I was in the rental car I had picked several hours before at Heathrow and was headed up to a little rendezvous in Scotland. Business mixed with pleasure. I had stopped a few times earlier for some munchies and petrol, but I guess time had just slipped away from me on the drive. It had gotten darker and the sky was just entering those last longing moments of daylight called the gloaming. The landscape was beautiful - if not a little deserted. Fortunately after another twenty minutes I happened upon a little hole in the wall petrol station. The motorway was completely deserted, but the lights of the station were bright and welcoming. I got out and after fiddling with the damn pump for a moment finally got the juice flowing. It was then that a car roared to a stop at the pumps opposite to mine. Now I can act as straight as the next jock, but I don't know jack shit about cars. Just never that interested I guess. I did know enough to realize it was a 'muscle car' and that it sure wasn't typical for these parts. The driver got out. My heart skipped a beat. He was one long tall drink of water. His back was to me as he stepped out of the car. I watched the black leather of his jacket and it bunched and stretched over his broad shoulders. As he turned to look over the pumps I saw his face in profile. His strong firm jaw, slopping softly enough to avoid appearing too hard, complemented his handsome face. His thick delicate lips, far to luscious to belong on a man were far more suited for a woman. They were actually pretty. His dark hair was styled just right, but with enough strands out of place to make it look really cool, and just enough curl to make my pulse faster. I couldn't see his eyes for the dark shades he wore (as late as it was) to complement the bomber jacket. He bent in to select his nozzle and leaned forward enough for me to see his tight jeans painted on the curve of his finely shaped ass. I think my mouth may have actually been watering at that point. He turned around and put his nozzle into tank and it was only then that he seemed to notice me standing at my own vehicle. He appeared to be looking right at me, but I wasn't sure with the shades on. I thought to myself, 'Man, you have got to pull yourself together.' The clanking noise of my pump stopping brought me shockingly back into reality. As straight acting as I could possibly be, I swaggered over to the door to pay the attendant. I gave him the stranger a nod as I passed, which he smoothly returned. Trying to put him out of my mind, I paid the cashier the money I owed him. I was momentarily put off by the price of petrol and the rude behavior of the attendant. The guy was pretty young, in his early twenties presumably, and handsome in a cold sort of way. If I could have gotten past his unpleasant demeanor I would have liked his red hair. He probably had some Irish in him somewhere. On the other side of the counter I absent-mindedly adjusted my package and realized I was starting to pack a water woody from all that I'd drunk earlier in the car. I looked around for the john and found it on the far side of the station. As I walked to the bathroom door I noticed the guy was walking in towards the main door. I tried to steal a casual glance without making it look like I was watching him. The john in this place, like most public bathrooms in petrol stations, had seen better days. On the wall near the door was a machine offering a choice of extra safe condoms or ribbed condoms for extra pleasure each for a pound. Well my pocket was jingling with pound coins, but alas there wasn't an eligible lass or lad waiting for me. There were two rusty urinals that looked more like holes in the wall than the ones I was used to in the States. At the far end was a stall with the toilet. I chose the urinal closest to the door, and with great relief took out my pecker for a nice long piss. It wasn't five seconds from the time that my hot stream had hit the porcelain, than the guy gave the bathroom door a mighty swing and swaggered over to the other urinal. I heard him unzip and in a second his stream began to flow as well. "Nice night for it," he said jokingly, in this sultry low voice and with an accent I couldn't quite place - somewhere in England I guessed. "Yeah," I managed to mumble back to him. I wanted desperately to look over at his outstretched equipment, but I had no clue what might happen if I did. I wasn't really looking for any kind of fight tonight. When I could no longer resist I glanced as casually as possible over at him only to see that he was unashamedly looking over my equipment! I was so shocked at first I couldn't find the any breath to form a coherent word. His green long lashed eyes lingered into mine for a moment before returning their piercing gaze at my now stiffening cock. I was still embarrassed by my display, but his erotic behavior was turning me on more and my dick hardened more rigidly. He moved in towards me, his flaccid penis hanging out from his tight jeans. I wasn't really looking at it though, because he had me fixed in his sights by this time. Those gorgeous green eyes were hypnotic. Gracefully he was managing to corner me against the door, and I was letting him. Now I'm not a small boy. I played football in high school and in college, but this guy was my equal and more. I felt like a hooker in a bar full of sailors. He put his hand against the door so that his arm blocked my only avenue of escape. As if I even wanted to leave. My mind was still reeling from the surge of adrenaline. I still knew nothing about this guy and I wanted to avoid some violent scene. My heart on the other hand was aching to stay. His free hand reached down to caress my now raging boner. His meaty hand firmly encircled my thick dick. His thumb gently massaged the underside of my massive mushroom head. There was not point in trying to stop anything now. He was not to be denied and I didn't have the will or the desire to try. I melted into him as he pulled me in to kiss him deeply and firmly on the mouth. His strength jerked me like a rag doll against his powerful body. Our lips and tongues were desperate to devour and taste each other's mouths. I desired him desperately, I needed him now, and I wanted him here. His kisses had long put all thoughts of propriety out the window. "I want to be thoroughly fucked," I moaned in his ear. I began clawing at his clothing trying to get off his jacket and shirt. His hands slipped under my t-shirt to grope at the muscles of my chest. I got his jacket off and it fell to the floor, flowed by my shirt. Why the hell was he wearing a button down shirt under that jacket? He and I fumbled for what seemed like hours trying to undo all the little buttons. Soon we were both standing in our jeans, sporting mammoth erections and admiring each other's bodies. He was a magnificent piece of work, built like a sculpture with classical lines. I wanted to get to know the feel and shape of every muscle. He was in total control of the situation. He reached into his pocket and took out some shiny gold pound coins and walked over to condom dispenser and got some packets of the extra safe. Anticipating this, I was removing my jeans and boxers down from around my own straining manhood. I watched him peel those jeans off his ass and down to the floor. I lowered myself down onto his jacket and he towered above me, his dick giving a sporty salute as it bobbed around over his two hairy balls. I couldn't wait any more and I moved up to suck those balls into my mouth, one at a time, working them delicately around over and under my tongue. He gave out a low groan of pleasure. I moved up to work on the shaft of that mighty prick, caressing it, sucking and licking it from the base to purple cut tip, tasting the salty pre-cum as it began to ooze out of the hole at the end. Oh, god I wanted that thing inside me. As if he knew what I was thinking he interrupted the blowjob I was giving him and gently pushed me away. I reclined to floor, steadying myself with one hand and I used the other to spread the slick pre-cum of my own dick around my shaft, jerking off. He grinned as he turned fully towards me and removed the foil from two of the condoms, rolling them with patience down his mighty prick. The two sheaths strained around his size and length. He climbed on me delicately considering his strength, roughly trying to take me with his tongue and dick at the same time. His mouth enclosed mine and we were breathing as one person. I felt, rather than saw, his tool below stroking against my own needy member. Then he lifted my legs over his shoulders, exposing my naked ass for his amusement. His condoms were tight and rubbery against my flesh. Our hands groped over each other bodies, feeling every valley and ridge of muscle. My sparse chest hair brushed up against his smooth chest. My hand reached down to help guide him towards my rosy ass, and he repositioned himself for access. Our immediate pleasure wasn't to be realized when he stalled at the entrance to my hole. Although I'm no stranger to sex, his thick, unlubricated tank couldn't penetrate my barrier without something to oil the way. He tried his spit, but that just wasn't enough to slick down the friction of the condoms. Finally he took a handful of pink soap from the dispenser near the sink and smeared it over his cock and over the opening of my ass. I looked into his eyes as I finally felt that glorious longed for penetration, filling me fully and completely; there was no pain after he allowed me to contract around his size before he began moving in and out. His face was awash with pleasure, and it satisfied me to know that I was the cause of it. His strokes moved in and out, slowly and evenly at first. His groans became more demanding as he moved faster, harder. My ass was getting the most exquisite pleasure from the tool sawing into my insides. His breathing became more ragged after several minutes and I sensed that he would cum soon. Then suddenly I felt him stiffen and shudder, as he must have cum deep within me, those condoms holding back the waves of his sperm. He pulled his enormous dick from me and looked down lovingly at my face. My need had been completed ignored in this entire exchange and the sudden swelling of my cock was painful, as it demanded attention. Suddenly docile, he leaned back as he knew it was his turn to be the bitch. I rolled him on his stomach, running my hands over his powerful ass, admiring the valley created by the crack. I stroked my naked cock against him, moving it up and down as he tightened and flexed his ass for my benefit, firmly pulling my cock in between those two cheeks. I happily allowed the tugging to continue around my stoking, savoring the feeling. I pulled myself closely into him, plowing strongly against him lost in his warm moist ass crack. Then it was all too much for me. I knew I wanted more that to ride this stallion bareback. I moved over and grabbed one of the condoms that lay next to us on the floor. Using my teeth I ripped away the foil in my haste to fasten the thing over my throbbing dick. His well-used asshole was quickly speared in my urgent need to fill him up. In the second that it took for his butt to adjust to my size, I had begun to thrust in and out of him, savoring the tight fiery tug around my dick. At that moment it felt like the tightest place I had ever been into. I grunted loudly as I moved my massive tool in and out in long slow strokes. The stranger was talking dirty to me, like we were in some kind of porn film. "What the fuck is going on?" came a shout that brought us both back to grimy bathroom stall where we rutting like rabbits. I looked up to see the attendant staring down at us. I reluctantly, but quickly quit my game of hide the sausage as we both stood up, our proud naked bodies on display before this guy. "This is illegal, I'm going to phone the police," he said. "Whoa there mate," stated my fuck buddy as he grabbed hold of the attendant's arm, "Where do you think you're going?" He roughly pulled him back into the restroom. The attendant as if seeking escape broke free from the stranger's grasp and inched over to the stalls. "We were just having a good time," he told the attendant, pulling off his used condom as he spoke and tossing it aside, "Why don't you relax and join us?" "I'm no faggot," the attendant stated firmly. "Neither am I," said the stranger, "Neither is he," he indicated me. The attendant looked spooked and unsure. No doubt he was weighing his option as I'm positive the two of us standing there in front of him were pretty menacing. "Why don't you just blow me and we'll forget the whole thing even happened?" the stranger suggested to the attendant. To emphasize he offered up his large boner, but the guy didn't move. "OK, if you play that way, fine," the stranger said to him. Then he firmly walked up to the attendant and started undoing his jeans, shoving them down around his ankles. "I know what you really want," he said to the attendant. Then he forced him down onto the floor and pushed his dick into his mouth, almost face-fucking him. His ass waved up at me. It wasn't a bad looking ass at that, though not as fine as the one I had been fucking earlier. The stranger as if anticipating my thoughts gestured at it and said, "Hey, mate, why don't you finish up?" The attendant had seemed very reluctant, but was getting into his job of sucking off the massive cock before him. My cock twitched at the idea of raping this rosy ass before me. I decided not to waste anymore time, for good or ill I shoved my mighty cock up into that tight hole where no man had gone before. He screamed in pain, but no more was said about it because I thrust home until I finally came, shooting my load into my straining rubber sheath. The stranger also deposited his load of cum down the man's throat. During this time I noticed that the attendant had gotten off by jerking his cock while we speared him with our other two cocks. None of us said anymore when we were finished. The attendant pulled his pants back on ashamed at his enjoyment of the experience and went back behind the counter. No police office was going to believe he wasn't a willing participant in the whole thing. We cleaned up and left the restroom. As for the other guy, I never saw him again. I got in my car and headed up the motorway to Scotland while the mysterious man peeled off down the highway in the other direction, his dust following him into the night. Fill 'Er Up Part I Chanice dreaded coming to work on Thursday nights. Although she's been working as the night clerk at the Filler Gas Convienent Store and Filling Station for over a year, she'd been required to drive 40 miles away from her home to a completely different area. In fact, it was in another city. She'd been working at, as she often put it, "the store in the hood" eversince she began the job. But when a few of her coworkers quit their jobs two months ago, the manager/owner of the franchised stores would schedule the beautiful mocha skinned 19 year old to fill in at his other store on Thursday nights. At first, she didn't mind until she realized that the other store was in a completely different atmosphere than she was used to. That is, it was in a predominantly white rural area. To make matters worse, she would often encounter the usual drunken guys trying to flirt with her simply because she was the only black person in the store, if not the entire area itself. However, she had her way of dealing with them. When her boyfriend was concerned, she simply told him,"Baby, I grew up in the hood so a few white boys shouldn't be much of a problem for me. Besides, those shrimp dicks can't handle a sistah like me anyway." On a snowy November night, Chanice figured that it would be no different than any other night. She'd come in exactly at 9:50 PM, punched in, and position herself on a stool behind the cash register. She chatted with her coworker, Eric, just before he'd punch out and leave for home. They all shared a radio to listen to during the long boring evenings and nights and just before leaving, Eric informed Chanice of a possible snow storm. "Be very careful, Chanice. The news reported that we may be having a snow storm coming later in the night. If you need anything out of your car, I would get it now if I was you. Try not to leave the store. Just stay here where it's warm.", Eric warned her. "Thanks Eric, I'll be all right.", replied Chanice, "I'm just going to sit my happy ass in here and read some of the magazines as I do every night." Approximately 20 minutes later, Eric left for the night, leaving Chanice alone with the few customers there to purchase gas, cigarettes, and beer. The major items sold during the graveyard shift. ****************************************** The night was going pretty slow as usual for Chanice. There weren't as many customers as usual. It may have been due to the fact that the snow had picked up tremendously since she began her shift. Chanice noticed that the weather was not looking very good. "There is no way in hell anyone should be out here in this weather.", she thought. That was until 2 AM, when the Beckums men walked into the store to prepare for their monthly hunting trip. "Oh great, it's the redneck boys.", thought Chanice. The Beckums, Hank, Hank, Jr., and Sam headed towards the coolers to stock up on beer, cold cuts, cold drinks. "Hey girlie, I see it's your night to be here again.", the older Hank told Chanice. She hated listening to them talk so she would say very little to them when they spoke to her. She could tell that they were only trying to be nice to the lil black girl behind the counter. "Yep", is all she replied. "Pretty cold out, huh? I'm hoping we can get to the hunting camp before this storm hits." The three men were there what seemed like forever to Chanice. Suddenly, the powerful snow storm caused the lights to go out in the entire store, except for the emergency lights in the rear of the store that led to the office and restrooms. Knowing that the automatic security system caused the front doors to lock as well, Chanice didn't feel very comfortable. Not that she was scared of the Bechums in any way, she just didn't like them very much. "Guys,", she proceeded to warn them, "I'll hate to say this but we might be here a while because the doors are locked." "Just turn the latch, Sugar, and open them. That's all, right?", asked 20 year old Hank, Jr. "I wish it was that easy but it's not. You see, only two people can open them. And that's my manager or the security company but I can't call any of them because the phones are dead. So just take it easy until this storm pass. Maybe it'll lighten up to a point that the electricity will come back on and you guys can be on your way.", Chanice assured the Beckums. "So what can we do while we wait?", asked 18 year old Sam. "Nothing but chill out. The heater is a gas heater so as long as that stays lit, at least we can remain warm." However, the guys began getting bored with the first 30 minutes. They'd already gone through a couple of six packs of beers and were about to get rowdy. "Guys, please calm down and wait this out. You won't be here that long, I'm sure. Just chill out." The younger Hank said, "Sugar, we're bored. We're going to have to find something to do until this shit is over. And I got just the thing." "What's that, sir?" "It's a game me and my brother, Sam, here likes to play." Sam drank the last swallow of his beer and began laughing. Hank continued, "We like to call it, Pin The Cock In The Black Girl. That should keep us going for a few hours until day break." Chanice stood up from her stool in an attempt to defend herself but it was to no avail. Hank, Sr. grabbed hold of the 120 pound girl and carried her over his shoulder to the rear of the building. The three brought Chanice to the office where they found the desk and an old couch. Since the light was out in the office, as with the rest of the store, they left the door open in order to allow the emergency light to better they're ability to see. Chanice, tried as she might, put up a protest but the three over powered her. Hank laid her across the desk. As his older son held her arms over her head, Hank began removing Chanice's jeans and panties from her tight teen body. Across the room, Sam began to quickly undress himself. "No, no please. Don't do this to me.", Chanice pleaded. "Please guys, I'll do anything you want but please don't rape me." "Sorry, girlie", Sam replied, "but my cock's all ready for our lil game with you. Now you're going to have to be a team player with us or else it'll be no fun. Hank, go on and make her a team player for us." Good idea, lil brother. Come and hold her for me while I prepare her for the fucking of her lifetime." Sam replaced Hank and held Chanice's arms tightly above her head. The desk was not very large and while Chanice's waist reached the edge of the desk, her head hung over the other side. Suddenly, Chanice was face to face with Sam's semi-hard cock. She was staring directly at the largest white cock that she's ever seen. As a lil girl, Chanice used to sneak into her parents's bedroom and find their stash of porn mags. Her Mom kept a small collection of Playgirls along side of her vibrator while her Dad would have a larger collection of videos. She remember seeing the pictures of white guys in the Playgirl magazines and laughing at the size of their cocks. Some were no bigger than her index finger. But Sam stood at her head sporting at a solid 8 inch cock that was the width of hitting end of a baseball bat. She doubted that her hand would wrap around it, let along her mouth. Then she raised her head to watch Hank, Jr. disrobe as their dad held her sexy black legs open. To her surprise, Jr. was carrying a cock that was just about the same size as his younger brother. "OH MY GOD, please. You can't do this. I just had my period and I'm not on the pill.", she begged. "Fine girlie. I'll go to the front and get some rubbers for my boys to wear while Jr. is working you over.", the dad said. As the older Hank left to retrieve comdoms from the store, younger Hank sat on the office chair and placed Chanice's legs on his shoulders. He was now face to face with Chanice's beautifully shaved pussy. Younger Hank began unbuttoning Chanice's uniform blouse and removed her tight bra from her lovely 36 DD breasts. "We'd better get this off of you, lil girl, so that you can breathe easier while I eat that lovely dark chocolate pussy of yours." Chanice now knew what they had in store for her. In all of her 19 years, she'd never had her pussy eaten before and here she's about to be eaten by someone whom she doesn't even know very well. Although she's sucked a few cocks since her early teen years, she's never had the favor returned to her. "God", she thought, "Please don't let me become addicted to these white boys and their pussy eating." Just as Hank, Sr. returned with the comdoms, Jr. placed his tongue on Chanice's slit and began running his tongue up and down. Instantly, Chanice could feel her pussy getting wetter second by second as he licked her slit. Behind her cries and pleases, she'd began moaning lightly. Then she felt his tongue part her pussy lips and find her clit. This brought Chanice to an instant orgasm that she'd not expected so soon. "Oh shit. Fuck, that feels so fucking good, sir.", she moaned. "Please don't stop. Eat my pussy, sir." Lil Hank proceeded to stick his tongue deeper into Chanice's pussy that caused her to scream in complete estacy. As her head flew back and over the side of the desk with her mouth opened from screaming, Sam quickly stuffed his now hard cock down her throat. Without being told, Chanice sucked his cock like it was the last cock in the world. She shook her arms to ask Sam to let go. When he did, she used one hand to stroke Sam's cock as she sucked and used the other hand to push Jr.'s head deeper into her pussy. "Damn boys," the father began saying, "You two are gonna wear her out before I get to her. Damn, she's a hot little piece of black ass." Chanice's moans graduated into screams and cries as she tried dractically to suck Sam's cock. The multiple orgasms that she was experiencing was causing her to loose concentration on Sam's cock. Suddenly, she pulled Sam's cock from her mouth and cried out, "OH FUCK, YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH, I'M FUCKING CUMMIIIIIIIING." With that, she slammed her waist into younger Hank's face as he continued lapping up the juices from her sweet black pussy. Chanice came for 5 minutes straight until she was nearly exhausted from the orgasms. Finally, she fell back onto the desk, body nearly limp. Sam, showing no compassion other than for his cock, rammed his cock back into her young mouth. Chanice was breathing hard from the screaming orgasms and had little energy to suck his cock so Sam held her head down as he gave her a well earned face fucking. Hank, Jr. stood up and pushed the chair away. "It's time for your prize, little girl." "Wait up, boy.", the father said as he tossed a 3 pack box of condoms to Hank, Jr. "You boys put your raincoats on. She's right. We don't need you two to knock up some black girl here. Ain't no telling what people would say if they knew what we were doing here. You know how people talk about white boys fucking black girls in this part of town." With that being said, Jr. tore open a condom pack and rolled one over his hard white cock. Chanice found enough energy to remove Sam from her mouth, bend her head forward and tell Jr., "Thank you, Sir." "Thank me? For what? I haven't started yet." Before she could explain why she'd thanked him, Jr. placed his positioned his cock at the entrance of Chanice's wet pussy, slid it up and down her slit, and then rammed forward. The force literally took Chanice's breath from her throat as she screamed, "OH FUCK!!! OH SHIT!!! MOTHER FUCK!!! Awwwww, fuck me, fuck me hard, sir." Jr. knew that she was constantly calling him "Sir" because she didn't know his name. But it was something about her saying it that made it hotter. Chanice couldn't believe how exciting the night has turned out since she'd gotten to work. Here she was getting the shit fucked out of her by a skinny redneck and she's getting paid for it since she was currently on the clock at her job. She couldn't help but wonder if she was going to have to fuck the other two as well. As far as she was concerned, it didn't matter. She could handle them. For a short time, however, she thought about her girls in the hood and what would they say if they knew she was getting her pussy pounded by these white guys. But that thought was easily pushed aside as another massive orgasm was building up. Chanice screamed for the younger Hank to "ram all of that white dick in me, sir." Then she proceeded to continue sucking Sam's cock, though her pussy pounding made it hard for her to concentrate. So she tried to simply jack Sam off until she felt Hank, Jr.'s cock suddenly expand inside of her and younger Hank tensed up. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly as if to suck every ounce of life from it. Then it happened. Hank's balls emptied into the condom that covered his cock. He pumped his cock into Chanice for another 2 minutes before finally pulling his flacid cock from her tight convulsing pussy. The condum was so filled that it was only hanging from the head of his cock as he pulled out of Chanice. Once out, the condom fell off of his cock and onto the floor. He reached down to pick it up and went to the restroom to flush it down the toilet. After the great fucking and sucking that she'd receive, Chanice was terribly exhausted. She simply tuned onto her side and proceeded to rest. "It's not nap time, my lil black fuck. It's my turn. But I'll tell you what, you can change positions if you like.", Sam told Chanice. Then he turned Chanice over onto her stomach and pulled her body closer to him. He rolled his condom onto his cock and entered Chanice soaking wet pussy from the back. Much like his older brother, Sam showed no mercy to the young, black girl either as he rammed his hard cock into her pussy with one push and continued fucking her harder and harder. The office was filled with screams from Chanice as she continuously enjoyed being the fuck slave for these rednecks. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. OH FUCK YEAH!!! Fuck me hard, sir.", Chanice screamed. She had to hold onto the desk and bend the back of her legs onto Sam's back in order to keep from sliding off as Sam rammed her pussy extremely hard. He literally show absolutely no mercy as he continuously rammed all 8 inches into her pussy. Unlike his older brother, however, Sam wasn't going to provide Chanice with a long lasting fuck of her life for he began cumming after 10 minutes. He later explained, "Son of a bitch, that's the tightest pussy I ever fucked." He pulled his condom covered soft cock from Chanice's mocha colored pussy with a slight popping sound. Then he proceeded to go to the restroom, as well, to toss his spent condom. When Hank, Jr. had returned from the restroom, the father said, "You boys go out to the store and keep an eye on everything while I finish off our gracious little host." "What do you mean by finishing me off, sir? You're not going to kill me, are you? Please, don't kill me",. Chanice began crying. "No, no. Why would I want to kill the best piece of black pussy this town's ever had? But I can't promise you won't die or anything.", Hank, Sr. began explaining as he began removing his shirt. Chanice noticed that for an older man, somewhere in his 50's, this guy wasn't in very bad shape. But when he dropped his pants and boxers, that told a whole different story. He was much bigger than his sons, at least 10 or 12 inches semi-hard with more to grow. "What do you mean die?", she asked. "Well, I've had some women nearly die from extreme pleasure as I fucked their brains out. Hell, you're a lot younger than most women that I've fucked so I don't know how well you can take it." That was all Chanice had to hear. She was relieved to know that he didn't plan to harm her but even more pleased to hear that he'd plan to ravish her with that huge white cock of his. After taking on his son's and becoming extremely wet in the process, she figured that a few more inches won't hurt her much, if at all. However, she realized that this older guy, who's old enough to be her father, was actually bigger than her boyfriend. For a second, this caused Chanice to laugh to herself. After removing his pants, boxers, and shoes, Hank proceeded to lift Chanice from the desk. She was hardly able to stand on her own so he assisted her as she removed the remainder of her clothes. He then laid her onto the couch and rested one of her fine, tight legs on the back of the couch as the other hung over the side and onto the floor. This gave him full access of Chanice's pussy and caused it to open slightly for him to make it easier to slide his mammoth size cock in with ease. Chanice laid on the couch with her head resting on the arm. She was able to look down and see her new older lover kneeling between her stretched out thighs with his massive white cock in his hand. "Here we go, baby girl.", Hank said as he began sliding his cock between the lips of her tight pussy. Chanice bit her lip and sucked in more air as he began pushing and her eyes rolled back into her head. She began cumming with just the first push. When she opened her eyes, she looked down at his waist as he pistoned his white cock in and out of Chanice's young teen pussy. The contrast of his white cock and her mocha dark pussy was exciting for the two to see. Within the first minute, there was an orgasm building up inside of Chanice and she knew that there would be many more to come. Hank began to piston his cock in and out very slowly helping Chanice get used to the size better. Being a lot older and wiser than his sons, Hank, Sr. knew that taking it slow and easy would help him last longer and help Chanice achieve more orgasms. He was right. Chanice had so many orgasms that she stopped counting after the sixth one. She reached up and wrapped her hands around Hank's neck to brace herself for some major fucking. As Hank felt her pussy tightening up more from orgasms and literally milking his cock, he asked, "Are you ready, baby girl?" Chanice looked up at Hank and gave him a smile of lust, "Bring it on, sir." For the first time in the months that she's worked at that store, Chanice noticed that this guy wasn't half bad looking for his age either. Sure, his redneck accent was like scratching her fingernails on a chalkboard. But other than that, he wasn't that bad looking and sure knew how to work that big ass white dick of his. She then thought to herself, "If no one finds out about this in the hood, hell I might ask for seconds and thirds from this mother fucker." Once he got the Chanice's approaval, Hank placed her ankles on his shoulders and proceeded to plow her pussy with great speed and power. This caused Chanice to, once again, scream in pleasure and begged Hank to give all that he had. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, SHIT!!!... FUCK ME, SIR. FUCK ME HARDER, SIR. DAMN, IT'S FEELS FUCKING GOOD." Hank could feel his cock pushing into her cervix and knew that this was where he would shoot his seeds. "OH SHIT, GIRLIE. You're so fucking tight. I'm cuuuuuuummminnng" Hank shot a hold load of sperm into Chanice's tight, sucking pussy. Both moaned loudly as he continued shooting more and more cum inside of Chanice. Finally after what seemed like hours, it was over. Hank emptied his balls into Chanice's waiting womb. The older Hank and his teen lover laid on the couch sweaty and heaving out of breath. She looked up at him and asked Hank, "You did wear a condom, didn't you?" "Hell no, I wanted to feel that young pussy of yours wrapped around my old cock, lil girl. And I'm glad I did. Damn, you have got to be the tightest little pussy that I've ever felt in all my life. I don't know how you'll feel about this but I don't think I can have you just once. But not today. We'll have to get back soon. What do you say?" "You're saying that you want to see me again?" "Hell yeah, can't let this sweet nubian pussy get away from me." Fill 'Er Up "But aren't you married?" Then Hank kissed Chanice passionately and their tongues invaded each others mouth. He then parted lips and looked into her eyes and said, "Yes, but she don't have to know. Right? And I'm sure you're not completely single." Then Hank removed his flacid cock from Chanice's young pussy and stood up. He began getting dressed as they continued their discussion. Chanice sat up on the couch and asked Hank, "Yeah, I have a boyfriend, sort of. But after the fucking that I got from your three white boys, I'm not too sure if he'll please me the same anymore. What did you mean about the people here talking about you fucking a black girl?" "Well, there's a lot of prejudice here in this city. For one of their good ole boys to be fucking a black girl or a black guy to come here and fuck one our women, all hell would break loose. You know what I mean, girlie?" "Yeah, it's the same way in the hood. My friends would have a shit fit if they knew what happened for the past couple of hours." "Hood?" "Yeah, the project where I live. Franklin Housing Project.", she explained as she began dressing herself. Once the two were completely dressed, Hank approached Chanice and gave her another deep passionate kiss. "Well then, baby girl, I guess it'll have to be our lil secret." Then they laughed as they walked to the front of the store where they found that it was nearly time for Chanice's relief to get there and the snow storm was over. Chanice checked the phones and found them to be working again. So she called the security company, gave them her passcode, and they were able to unlock the doors for them. As they were leaving, the sons vowed to return again soon but Hank told them, "I don't think so, boys. She's had enough of you two to last her a lifetime." He then turned to her and said, "Same day next week?" Chanice smiled and said, "Yep, unless I can talk my boss into letting me come out here more often. Why? Do I have a reason to come here again?" Hank kissed Chanice one last time and said, "I think you know you do. Next time, I won't be so easy on you though." "By the way, ", Chanice asked as Hank was entering his truck, "I never got your name." "I'm Hank", he explained then pointed to his sons, "and this is Hank, Jr. and Sam. Beckums are our last names. But it was sexier when you called us Sir." "Good enough", Chanice laughed, "Have a good day, sir. Come again soon." Somehow, she knew that she'd be seeing them again really soon. Part II She continued seeing the 3 guys on a weekly basis whenever she would work at the "white store", as she labeled it. As soon as the last customer would leave, she would lock the doors at 2 AM, since it was already slow anyway. She enjoyed her weekly triple fuck fest with the guys but always pleasured Hank's fucking more. Everytime was just like the first time. Hank, Jr. and Sam used a condom but Hank fucked her for hours without. Even twice a night sometimes. Her secret was out soon, however. One month after her first Beckums fuck fest, she became very sick and was throwing up constantly. Her biggest fear came true after her monthly doctor's visit when she learned that she'd become pregnant. By her 5th month, her belly was beginning to look pretty round and smooth and her best friend was the first to notice. Now she not only had to tell her best friend the truth, but her friend began asking too many questions about the day she fucked 3 rednecks. So she promised her 18 year old friend, LaShay, that she'll set her up with her friends if she'll keep the matter a secret from the hood. So on the following Thursday, she asked LaShay to meet her at her job at 12:30 AM to meet the guys. She assured the 100 pound, 4'9 girl that she could only fuck with Sam or Hank, Jr. "Sorry baby, but daddy's mine. The only other pussy he's fucking is his wife." "CHANICE!!!, LaShay asked, "You're fucking a married man?" "Who do you think this baby's for?" "Mother fuck!!! You got a white baby inside you? I thought that was Mike's baby." "Hell no, I was at work when this happened. Those 3 white boys fucked my pussy raw that night. Actually, they were supposed to rape me but I sort of gave in when they ate my pussy." "THEY ATE YOUR FUCKING PUSSY TOO?!?!? Damn, I can't wait to test drive those white boys too. My man don't do that shit for me." Like clockworth, the guys came to the store at 1 AM that morning and it didn't take long for them to get to work on LaShay. After formally introducing themselves, the sons walked LaShay towards the back office. Although she was well covered up with her thick jacket and sweat clothes, LaShay decided to go bra-less and pantyfree that night. Once she was out of her sweats and the boys were out of their clothes, they laid LaShay on the desk and Hank, Jr. proceeded to eating her pussy as lustfully as he'd done Chanice just months earlier as Sam rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. LaShay was not able to see that Chanice and Hank were standing in the doorway, watching her getting the fucking of her life, as was promised by Chanice. As Hank began ramming his cock in and out of LaShay's pussy, Hank stood behind Chanice with their hands on her pregnant belly as the two stood in the doorway of the office. "Do you see a difference there than with you?", Hank whispered in Chanice's ear. Chanice looked at the 3 and then noticed the difference. "OH FUCK, lil Hank's not wearing his rubber, baby. Quick, get one from the store for him." "Naaaawww, don't worry about it. He knows what he's doing." "What's he doing, baby?" "It's called white breeding. Your friend will be the second in your hood to be white bred by us." "So that's why I'm knocked up now. You wanted to get me knocked up for your white breeding game?" "At first, it was supposed to be that way. But something happened that night." "What happened?" "When I watched you fucking my sons, you were looking so damn hot and sexy that i just had to have you. Not just for fucking but for myself. Yeah, at first you were going to be white bred but I decided that I wanted to continue our relationship more than just knocking you up and leaving you alone. And don't worry. We don't plan to do that to your friend either. Sam got the hots for her." With that said, Chanice turned around to give Hank a long passionate kiss. But the kiss was broken as they heard LaShay screaming and shouting that she was cumming. Much like Chanice's first night with the three Beckums, LaShay's fuck fest lasted until daybreak. In fact, she was so exhausted from multiple orgasms that she had to be assisted into her car. Before daybreak came, LaShay was well white bred by Hank, Jr. and Sam. It was proven 3 weeks later when she, too, began having morning sickness and her home pregnancy test tested positive. She continued seeing Sam and the two became an item after she announced her pregnancy to the Beckums. Both girls managed to keep their secrets from the hood and all went well. Fill 'er Up! Cheryl lets the wheel glide through her hands as she pulls off the road and into the service station. Guiding the heavy nozzle into the hole, she squeezes the handle and listens as the pump churns into life, spilling gas into the tank. Looking past the pump, she sees a man standing at the checkout chatting with the cashier. She pulls a pair of sunglasses from the pocket of the tight pink blouse she is wearing, slips them on and pretends not to notice. Shaking the final drop from the tip, she replaces the nozzle. "That'll be twenty dollars please," the cashier says, hand outstretched. "I-I think I left my purse in the car." Cheryl says, reaching deep in her handbag, "will you excuse me a minute?" It's a short trip, but Cheryl is quickly out of earshot. "I could really go for that," says the cashier to the man standing with him at the cash desk, "what about you Ted, fancy a bit of that lovely round ass?" "Are you kidding Carl? I could definitely give her something to stick between those tits. Did you see the way they bounce under that blouse?" "Yeah, yeah. Tits are nice but give me a nice tight ass in a short skirt any day." The men gawk as Cheryl reaches her car. "Look at that!" Carl says, gesturing toward Cheryl's prime, round rump, "I swear she does that on purpose." "On purpose? You mean she's wiggling her ass like that to get us going?" Ted asks. "Better believe it. I bet she's loving every minute of it too, showing off like that." Cheryl opens the glove box and takes out her purse. "Uh, oh, she's got it," Ted says, "mind what you say, she's coming back." The doors slide apart and Cheryl steps up to the cash desk once more. "Twenty dollars did you say?" Cheryl asks, handing her card to Carl. "That's right, twenty bucks Miss." She signs the receipt and shoves the card back in her purse. Smiling politely, she throws the strap of her handbag over shoulder and turns to leave. "And by the way, it's Mrs. not Miss," she says in a curt tone, "Mrs. Decker." "So sorry Mrs. Decker. I shouldn't have assumed." "That's okay. Carl" she says, glancing at his name badge. "Do you have a restroom I could use Carl? I've a long way to go and don't want to make too many stops." Carl points past the magazine rack, "It's just through there," he says waiting until she is once again out of earshot before adding sarcastically, "Mrs. Decker!" "She sure told you!" Ted laughs. "Tell you what it is mate, it was all I could do to hold my laugh in. She stood there telling you off like she was your mother or something and you shittin' yourself and saying sorry!" "I was not shittin' myself," he says, throwing a punch at his friends arm and making him recoil in pain. "She's a customer and I have to be all nice and stuff. It's part of the job!" "She still had you though, didn't she!" Carl's face turns from a sulk to a grin as he races for the lock on the door to the shop. "Tell you what," he says, flicking at Ted's arm, "Miss or no Miss, come with me, I got something to show you." The two men tip-toe past the bathroom to a door with a sign saying STAFF ONLY, DO NOT ENTER! Once inside, Carl lifts three boxes stacked against one of the walls and hands them to Ted. "She's so fucking clever, bet she doesn't know about this." Ted's jaw drops in surprise when he sees what is behind the last box. "Shit!" Ted says, stifling his surprise, "you've drilled a fucking hole in the wall to the bathroom!" "No I didn't," he says crouching to bring his eye level with the hole, "it was already here when I started. I found it by accident." "What can you see?" "Dunno, it's difficult to make out," Carl replies in a hushed voice. "Has she got her skirt up, can you see her pissing?" "Will you be quiet you stupid fuck, she'll hear!" The room is dark and quiet. Ted pulls at his friends shoulder. "Let me have a look!" "Fuck off, it's my hole," he says, frowning at how immature his last remark had sounded. "Come on," Ted insists, "just for a second, I promise." Carl gets up and lets his friend take his place. "Look! She's got her panties down around her knees!" "Will you be quiet!" Carl says, pulling Ted away, "I told you, she'll hear us!" Carl lowers to peer through the spy hole. "She must have moved, I can't see a thing," he says, bolting away from the hole and grabbing the boxes placed out of the way. With the last box put back, he turns to the door, pulling his friend out with him. "And what were you two doing?" Cheryl bellows, beating them out of the restroom and into the corridor. Carl sees the look in her eyes, turns to his friend and swallows. Cheryl screams as Carl lunges the distance between them and clamps his hand over her mouth. The bare brickwork is rough against Cheryl's back as she is shoved hard up against the wall of the corridor. "Now you just listen lady, what we were doing is no business of yours," Carl says, his face an inch from hers. "I'm going to take my hand away and you aren't going to scream! Get it?" A moment passes as Carl waits for a sign of her compliance. Slowly he releases his grip over the Cheryl's mouth. She jumps towards the door. "Oh no you don't!" Carl cries, lunging after her before she has the chance to reach the door. "Let me go!" she cries, falling to the floor. "I told you not to panic," Carl says, reaching out to cushion his fall and landing on top of her. And there they lie. In silence. The clock ticks on the wall above them. No one speaks. No one makes a sound. Carl slowly pushes his weight from the floor, releasing Cheryl and allowing her to pick herself up. "This is getting out of hand." Ted says sheepishly. Carl looks down at the woman on the floor of the corridor. The same woman they were spying on, the woman he had forced up against a wall and then knocked to the floor when she had tried to escape. He runs his fingers through his dark brown hair, worriedly wrings his hands and opens his mouth to say words, which do not come. Falling to his knees beside Cheryl, he reaches out as if to comfort her. "Look, I'm sorry," he says. "It's just that you screamed and then you ran and I had to... can't you see?" Cheryl lies motionless, eyes closed. And then she moves. Just her right hand. Nothing more. She brings it around and places it beside her thigh. Carl watches as she hooks two painted fingernails under the hem of her skirt and gathers a handful of material. Cheryl brings her left hand around. Carl looks at the woman on the service station floor pulling the back of her skirt, exposing more and more of her thighs to his gaze. Little more than a glimpse of her panties are showing as she raises her hips ever so slightly to pull her skirt the remainder of the way until it lies bunched around her waist. Carl gulps. "Pull my pantyhose down," Cheryl says quietly. "Beg your pardon?" Carl stammers, astonished. "Take my pantyhose and pull them down," Cheryl repeats. With another word Carl reaches out and hooks his thumbs under the tight pantyhose. "Slowly," Cheryl mutters. Without being asked, Cheryl raises her hips from the floor as Carl pulls slowly at the thin opaque material. He looks down in amazement at the sight before him. White cotton panties dappled with tiny pink flowers cover Cheryl's ass. "Take those down too," Cheryl continues. "Are you sure?" "I want you to pull my panties down for me. What's wrong, do I have to ask your friend?" she says insistently. Carl does as she asks. Cheryl opens her legs, affording both men an ample view between her legs. A glistening furrow divides the dark lips of her labia. "Good. Now, I want you both to open your pants and take your dicks out." Ted looks at Carl. Carl looks at Ted. They look at the woman lying on the floor, legs splayed, pussy glistening invitingly. Ted is the first to step away from his pants and allow his cock to spring free of its confines. "The guy who had me against the wall," Cheryl announces. "I want you to watch what your friend is about to do," Carl steps away from her allowing Ted space for whatever she has in mind. "What is it, what do you want me to do?" Ted asks, nervously. He hears Cheryl say quietly. "Do I have to draw you a picture?" she says. Ted drops to his knees between Cheryl's thighs. "I want you to take the thing of yours and rub it against me, understand?" Ted nods. "I can't hear you. Do you understand?" "Yes," Ted whispers. "It should be pretty hard by now, run it down the crack of my ass all the way to the front but don't let it slip inside, do you hear me?" "Alright!" "Good, you can start." Carl wraps his fingers around the base of his cock. "That's it," Cheryl says. "All the way down the front of my pussy. No hanging around there and your friend gets to watch you a little more." Ted turns his head to see his friend slowly pumping an erection fit to burst. "Now do it again but this time I want you to stop when I say." Ted reaches down and brings his swollen tip once more to rest on her ass. "Remember, slowly does it and you get the treat, right?" Cheryl reminds him. "Here it comes then Mrs. Decker, I'm at your ass, coming close to your cunt, nearly there." "Stop right there," Cheryl commands him. "Now I'm pretty wet so it shouldn't take too much." She spreads her thighs a little further and raises her ass. "Now, do it slowly and make sure your friend gets a good view, every single inch as it disappears inside me." Closing his eyes, savoring the moment, Ted sinks into her. "That's it," Cheryl says, her voice straining at the sharp breath she has had to take. "Now I want your friend to tell me how it looks." "Fucking brilliant!" Carl chirps enthusiastically. "You," Cheryl says, a bit breathlessly. "The guy with his dick up me. Take it out, I want to sit on it." Cheryl looks into Ted's eyes as slowly she lowers herself onto his shaft. "That's good," she says. "You've got quite a nice cock there. But I still feel like there's something missing." Ted looks puzzled for a moment before he sees her reach back for Carl. Guiding him slowly down she leans her weight on Ted's chest and brings the tip of the new cock to meet her puckering anus. "Give it a good push, it'll go straight in," she says, pausing, preparing herself to take both their cocks, for the double penetration. "Do it now." Ted lurches from the floor, burying his cock deep and hard. Carl stabs his cock into her ass and groans as she squeals with pleasure. His face contorted, Carl pulls out and immediately drives straight back in, harder and deeper than before. Cheryl cries out. "Oh, that's it, give them to me, give me all you've got. I want every last inch. Both cocks at once." Carl grabs her shoulders. "Don't worry girl, you're going to take everything I've got!" he growls, ramming harder and faster with each stroke. Cheryl looks down at the cock in her pussy."You're both so hard. I can't take much more!" Ted's face is red and is breaking out in sweat as his pace quickens. "Not... going... to last much... longer," he says, struggling for breath. "Ah, your cocks... they're so thick and hard. I want your cum in my pussy. In my ass. Over my tits. Down my throat. Everywhere!" Carl grabs two handfuls of tit and stabs home for the final time. He clings tight as he groans through clenched teeth. "Take it slut! Take it all! Take my cum!" he yells. Ted soon follows. Along with Cheryl. "That's it, I wanna' feel you fill me up with your cum!" Ted's eyes are screw shut as he shoots load after load of cum into her pussy. "Oh yeah! Oh God, that's good!" Cheryl cries, as she writhes, milking both men of their last drops of cum. ~~~~|~~~~ Ted and Carl squint in the mid-day sun over the scrub land behind the filling station. "Do you believe what just happened?" Ted asks, turning to face his friend. Carl draws deeply on his cigarette and looks across the field before them. "I didn't believe there were women like that, women who'd drop and take it from two guys, complete strangers as well." "But she did, didn't she?" Ted replies, a smug grin across his face. "Sure did." They hear a car pull onto the forecourt at the front and make their way through the back door. "Carl?" Ted asks, curiously. "Yeah?" "You know that storeroom with the hole in the wall?" Carl stops in mid-stride. "I was just wondering, do you think I could... you know... when you're out front, in the shop?" Carl looks at his friend for a moment. "What do you think?" Fill 'er Up, Bro! Sweat dripped from his naked torso in beads, his dark body's muscles rippling in a primal rhythm while continuing to fuck into Joy's gripping cunt under the lights. With each lunge the young stud buried the entire length of his enormous dick, banging his black balls into the blonde's crotch. Thirteen inches of steel-hard cock! The bulbous head of his invading weapon ploughed up into Joy so far that he could see the bulge ripple along her abdomen right up to her navel. "God!!! Fuck meeee...fuck me hard, Travis!" cooed the gorgeous vixen, her hands gripping his dark asscheeks and pulling him into her with each thrust. Joy threw her head back and moaned aloud as the amazing Negro seemed to grow inside her even more. Her internal organs were being assaulted like never before, this thick schlong stretching her to where her innards were rearranging to accommodate. Travis had been fucking her for over thirty minutes straight and his nuts were bloated, yearning to fill this familiar slut with his hot seed. He grimaced and lunged way up into her torso once more, his cockhead seeking to jump right out of her open throat! No woman had ever taken him so fully before. This was a video they both would be wanting to view often once produced. But it was time to deliver, and this babe wanted his load! Jack moved closer with the camcorder, panning the length of his wife's splayed body as her dark lover thrust into her wet orifice again and again like an animal now. The lens focused in on the juncture of thick, black dick and her stretched cuntlips, the swollen folds of wet flesh wrapped around the girth in a stranglehold. Travis slowed his fucking and stared as they witnessed the glistening inner lips appearing to be drawn right out of her gaping twat, climbing up the extracted column as if milking the organ with a mind of their own. Then, upon his inward penetration, receding with his cock into her pelvis before flaring outward again on each ensuing withdrawal. It looked like her womb was being pulled inside out! Joy moaned and her head tossed side to side, her entire being in this fuck. Seeing this endowed black giving it hard to his beautiful bride was hot stuff to Jack. Travis was one of many men with whom they shared such torrid scenes. But this guy was a true stud, a humongous hard-on that seemed to get thicker and longer the more he fucked. It began innocently enough, but now Travis' dick was becoming addictive to Joy who was in her own perverse heaven! Hips thrusting powerfully, the aroused Negro leaned over his harpooned catch until his face was atop hers. The hardness of his member buried to the hilt, Travis opened his thick lips immediately above hers. Snaking out his long tongue, he began wagging it seductively for Joy to take in her mouth. The enraptured blonde quickly accepted the meaty offering, sucking in the tip of the pink appendage and giving Travis access to her throat. Her lips drew the amazing tongue inward until it was down her throat and their lusty kiss was on dynamic display. As erotic as their fucking was, Jack couldn't stop staring at his wife French-kissing this lusty Blackman, her mouth taking his lingual thrusts in pure delight, sucking his long tongue deeper into her throat. She was out-of-control, without inhibition, a total slut for dark dick up her twat. Seeing the raw passion in the obscene kiss only made his cock harder as he taped. He wanted in on this action! In just moments, the Sony camcorder was easily attached to the ready tripod. Then, armed with the tiny remote, the lustful husband kneeled alongside the thrashing pair, looking to add his touch to the incredible fuck scene. Reaching under Travis' right thigh, Jack firmly gripped both black balls in his hand and began to massage the swollen orbs, feeling the cum building as his fingers deftly worked them. The Negro continued to fuck his enormous black cockshaft deep inside the gorgeous blonde beneath him. Watching this bro fill his wife with his 12-inch+ dick was a terrific turn-on... the thick organ plowing into her splayed cunthole in a rhythmic assault that promised to deliver his pent-up seed on cue. Joy was pinned against the headboard of the king-size bed, her moans and squeals filling the hotel suite with the unbridled, hot fucking from this young stud. Her sculpted legs rose toward the ceiling, her loins spread to the max to give him full access. With each full stroke of hard meat driving into her wet hole, juices seeped from the juncture of black dick and white gash, squirting over his balls. Leaning closer, Jack stared in awe as her swollen pussylips milked the dark column, climbing up the slick shaft with each inward penetration and clamping onto her lover in an attempt to bring him off inside her oozing twat. Travis triumphantly buried his entire member, grinding his pelvis into hers as his cockhead thrust up into her torso with impunity. This was Joy after all, and he was taking her bareback, knowing he had free rein and could ejaculate inside her at will. No condom, no diaphram, no protection... just her raw, open cunt! The thrill was obvious for him as he fucked into her seeping hole with a wild energy, knowing Jack loved to see it. While kneading the drenched testicles with confidence, Jack wanted this fucker to fill his bride's twat with his virile cumload, to spew his heavy torrent of black jizz right up into her womb and flood every pore of Joy's inner being with his hot seed. "He's in ya, babe! Jesus! Look at that motherfucker plow his footlong dick into your cunt." he chuckled toward my bride's lust-filled face. Joy was into it. Her eyes were glazed as her face took on a look of pure animal desire, and Travis was riding her for another evening of cum-filled delights. She loved to fuck this black guy. Leaning in more, Jack brought his face closer and watched the thick, glistening shaft of dark muscle slide in and out of her swollen twat. Travis took long strokes that would literally turn Joy's cunthole inside out with each withdrawal, the inner pink lips clinging to the girth of his black dick and distending several inches each time. Punctuating the action were numerous deluges of creamy emissions squirting from the fleshy juncture as both partners succumbed to their carnal desires. The raw offering of the entwined lovers' mutual juices seduced the encited husband to feed. Dipping inward, Jack licked the dripping mass of cum flowing over Travis's dick, slurping the secretions into his mouth as they continued to fuck. "Milk that monster cock, you slut! Take every inch up into your fuckin' womb and get ready to absorb a hot blast of our bro's cum." he cheered, Jack's fingers sensing the pending release as he cupped the other man's bloated scrotum and weighed the sloshing contents. Travis groaned and his eyes rolled back. Jack squeezed firmly and the black stud snarled, his climax now seeming to overtake him completely. Knowing his nut was about to bust, the wily black stud thrust hard, then withdrew, only to fuck his huge pole to the hilt again. This was a fuck!! Joy convulsed as her lover buried his dick with a wild lust, fucking the shit out of her like a jackhammer gone amok. "Plough that fat cockmeat up into her womb, T." Jack cheered, "Fill her with your hot, spewing cumload!" The camcorder captured the viscous union as the duo undulated together, yearning for release now. Travis dripped sweat onto Joy's bountiful tits and torso, his thrusts driving up into the blonde with a commitment to getting off inside her cunt. This was the kind of intensity they both, no all, sought – building for a monumental eruption – a release that drew the heaviest globs of semen from the depths of Travis' nuts, the ultimate knot of dick snot! "Jeee-esus...you fucker!!" groaned the sprawled slut, "Cum! Cum inside meeee!" And as she screamed for climax, Jack used the remote and focused the camera on Travis' bloated testicles, the hairy, dark pouch visibly churning and expanding to the size of a plump apple. This was the power, the potency of this black man – the sheer volume of semen these monstrous nuts could deliver! He had seen it so many times, whether unleashed up inside his wife's gripping cunt, or deftly dumped down her throat. The stud was a horse and Jack loved watching him explode. Beneath the tense hulk atop her, Joy absorbed the growing member deeper within her abdominal tract with each lunge, swallowing the entire what was now a full fifteen solid inches of hard black cock. Her eyes were rolling back into her head as Travis took her over the edge with him, determined to ejaculate with a show. His thrusts amplified, the muscular Negro fucked his long organ into the willing blonde's cunthole with authority. At least a full foot of his glistening dark flesh appeared with each piston-like cycle, each time driving back into Joy's amazing twat with a lewd slurping sound followed by a smack as his burgeoning balls banged her ass. The effect was immediate, sending the splayed woman into orgasmic release. Jack smiled as he pulled back to capture the sight of his bride's quivering body. The sculpted legs dangling in mid-air began to quake in a spastic fashion, her entire being consumed by Travis' fucking. The guy was a juggernaut, loving the power he had over such a babe as Joy. With a mighty lunge he penetrated even deeper, determined to reach further up inside her womb where no man had ever taken her. Jack could see the girth of his enormous cockshaft grow thicker and thicker, until it was as big as a Coke can! "Jeee-sus!" screamed Joy, "You animal! Fuck me... make me lose it!" And as if in response to her own desire, the sexy blonde twitched violently, her head snapping to first one side then the other. Jack aimed the camcorder on the two and grinned as his wife trembled and went into spasms from head to foot, Travis continuing to ream her vaginal tract with authority. Suddenly, with a wild scream, Joy had an internal orgasm that exploded within her cunt, spewing a torrent of slick juices out over the nigger's dick and balls. "Take her, T.! Shoot that big creamy wad inside her fuckhole!" Jack extolled the young stud with an excited tone. This was the moment he always waited for – to see his wife get her cunt filled with another man's hot sperm - such a load as Travis could produce. This Negro was built like a horse and he never failed to ejaculate like a true stallion either. With Joy twitching in convulsions of ecstasy beneath his sweating frame, the handsome black lunged inward one last time, his eyes glazed with lust. He could feel the blunt head of his dark cock worming up into the woman, seeking the deepest folds of her stretched womb, the giant organ hardening and pulsing inside her. Turning to the camcorder, Travis snarled with his ultimate victory, knowing Jack was hip to the fact he was about to blow his wad. The first release was volcanic, rising from the swollen glands in his bloated nuts in a voracious swirl, coursing through his fifteen-inch fuck-muscle like white lava before finally gushing up inside Joy's twat. The mature blonde thrashed like a speared fish under his assault, the torrent of hot cum instantly filling her entire vaginal tract. Travis pinned her to the carpet as another blast, equally as large and forceful, hurtled up his dick and infused the still orgasmic chic with his potent seed. Joy moaned, her entire body now in uncontrollable spasms. Travis snarled as his hot ejaculate gushed inside the blonde. Buried inside her to the hilt, the handsome stud could feel his cum washing inside her womb, just two shots and he had already filled her innards to capacity. Any more and it would be backwashing out over his nuts! "Let's see it fly, man!" Jack directed, eager to film the mighty eruption firsthand. They both smiled and Travis boldly withdrew his enormous cockshaft from inside Joy in time to send the next bolt of creamy jizz flying like a liquid harpoon, hurtling over the blonde's abdomen and torso. The three-foot rope of semen shot across her skin, caroming off her big tits before finally hitting her face. A perfect shot! The Negro grabbed his pulsing erection in his fist and began to jack-off for the camera, determined to maximize his release. Suddenly, another stream of fresh cum jetted upward in a dramatic arc that nearly reached the ceiling! The glistening rope hung in mid-air momentarily before falling back down over Joy's naked body with a splat. Then, in a series of impressive contractions, Travis shot two, three... no, four thick bursts of his nut-juice all over her, coating her breasts in sperm. He stroked himself confidently and moved higher, bringing his monster cock to the gorgeous nympho's face. His dark balls hung in the pools of cum already formed between her tits. With a wringing motion, his fingers continued to extract the copious outpouring, sending more crème into Joy's lips and face, each ejaculation equal to the last. Jack stared in awe as his fuck buddy shot more and more cum, dumping nearly fifteen times before diminishing to a steady stream that continued to ooze from his dick for a couple of minutes more. No man had ever delivered so much! Travis lay his huge member between Joy's coated breasts and sat on her stomach lightly. Joy twitched and quivered beneath him, barely conscious, yet aware that she had extracted the load of her life. Then moving back between her splayed thighs, the thick length of dark flesh was swiftly plunged back into her fuckhole, the juices still seeping from the tip. Exhausted and totally spent, Travis slid to the mattress as his enormous length of black dick finally withdrew from Joy's still twitching cunthole, the thick shaft glistening in the mix of their sex juices. With a final slurping pop, the bulbous cockhead emerged in triumph, the cum dripping profusely as his ejaculation continued to ooze forth. The well-fucked blonde lay limp, while her swollen labia yawned open, unable to close after absorbing Travis' monster cock for the past hour. Her sumptuous ass still hoisted upward, Joy was barely conscious of the nasty offering her jizz-filled orifice presented to the camera. The distended folds of her outer labia were gorged with her flushed blood, the thick flaps pouting in a gaping manner that left her fuckhole wide open at least two-inches. As the enormous cockshaft exited, globs of sperm ran from the slice of well-fucked pussy. Travis stared at the aftermath of his copious seed and the blonde's own juices flowing from her twat, knowing he had shot off inside Joy without protection or regard, his wad in her fertile womb. "Gotcha, babe!" he chuckled as he wrung his dick with one fist casually. "You're so full of cum, I can see sliding right out of your hot cunt!" An as if to emphasize his remark, the grinning Negro slipped three fingers inside the yawning orifice, scooping a huge wad of his ejaculate into his palm. Winking at the still quivering blonde splayed before him, Travis held the slimy pool as Jack moved in, his tongue lapping at the fresh semen offering. Within seconds the excited husband devoured the captured seed and licked the dark fingers clean. Travis grinned, then dropped his hand back between the thighs of the spent woman, plunging his entire fist up Joy's still quivering twat. Travis waited for her moans before burying his hand to the wrist and sloshing jizz up over his wrist as he fisted the amazing beauty. The slimy trails ran up her body like frosting on a cake, each beckoning to be lapped up by the cuckold husband. Jack looked into Joy's glazed eyes and dipped down to her navel where he began to suck in the first giant rope of fresh semen. As the warm seed disappeared into his lips, he winked at Travis, letting him know how much he loved to eat the black man's emissions. There was so fuckin' much cum to drink! Jack was in heaven. Sucking the hot ejaculate from his wife's well-fucked cunt was indeed a pure act of Lust he forever craved. A former national aerobics champion, topped by some astonishing 39DD tits, Joy has been in porn in her youth, also being a flirtatious bartender and waitress and has developed her sexual prowess on a steady diet of some awesome cock – up to 13". Her oral escapades have drained 130 guys in one steady feed of anonymous cock, while being fisted up her gaping cunthole and fucked up the ass. Addicted to black dick, the sultry blonde is a regular gangbang vessel for Mandingo groups across the US.