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The Flag Girls Get Fucked

By: Stormbringer



The black jeep wrangler bounced as it cruised over the causeway. There was a loud HONK and the two women in the jeep jumped. Some college boys in a convertible Mustang moved over into the wrong traffic lane and pulled up beside the jeep. The guy in front made kissing faces at the driver of the jeep. A guy in the back seat, held his thumbs out pointing at himself. Dixie smiled and blew them a kiss before an oncoming car forced the boys to speed up and pass them. The guys pulled over in a parking lot just ahead.

"They're hoping we follow them," said the driver, Dixie Meriwether, her long blonde hair trailing behind her in the wind. They'd taken the top down the moment they rented the jeep to enjoy the Florida sun. 

"I know," replied her passenger, best friend, and former college roommate, Rose Clark. "Slow down when we get close." Dixie slowed the jeep on the overseas highway without pulling off the road. "Sorry boys, just got engaged," shouted Rose. She held her hand up to show the sparkling diamond ring.

"And I'm married," added Dixie, holding her own hand up with two sparkling rings on it. Dixie honked the horn and sped up, leaving the disappointed boys behind.

"You ready to tell me where we are going yet?" Rose reached up and pulled her straw cowboy hat down farther over her head to keep it from blowing off. She was fairer skinned then Dixie and burned easily, but she still liked the sun. Her reddish brown hair was tied up in a ponytail behind her head. She wore dark shades to keep the sun out of her green eyes.

Dixie looked over at her friend. Her blue eyes were hidden by sunglasses. "Islamorada. We'll be there soon. It's a party spot, pools, beach, dancing. Nearby is a place you can swim with dolphins. We'll hang out there over the weekend and explore the keys the rest of the week. Key West is a blast. Billy Ray took me there on our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there."

"We getting a motel first?"

"Naw," added Dixie. "We'll stop and party some first. We should be there by noon. We can find a place to stay afterwards."

"If you say so," replied Rose. She was more of a planner and less carefree then her friend. Rose needed to have everything mapped out before she went anywhere.

"Here's a sign. Islamorada, just a few more miles." Dixie drove the remaining miles. She waved as some guys driving the other way honked at them. 

Dixie pulled the jeep over at a parking lot right on the overseas highway. They could hear steel drum music playing from the resort area. The island had several motels along the resort, but all had no-vacancy signs. Dixie saw her friend glancing at them nervously. "Don't worry, we'll drive back up to Homestead for a room if we need to. No biggy."

Rose nodded. She was tired of being on the road and needed to get out and stretch. Both women lived on opposite sides of Georgia. She was 27 and Dixie was one year younger. They'd taken trips together yearly for the last five years, a tradition they started one spring break in college. This one was ostensibly to celebrate her engagement, but in reality they never needed a reason to go away together. Her fiancé, Jake was away on business and didn't mind her going away with Dixie. Dixie's husband was fifteen years older then his wife and stayed busy running a business. "This place looks intriguing."

"I've partied here once or twice," said Dixie, putting the top up on the jeep. "I think a lot of the young fun crowd in Miami come down here on the weekends so it should be hopping. There," she said after securing the top on. "Time to break some hearts." Dixie was wearing a pink tank top and cutoff jeans. She reached to the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head. Her impressive bosom was tightly restrained by the DD cups of a bikini bearing the insignia of the Confederate battle flag.

"What about our stuff?" Rose was wearing a flower print sundress. She pulled it off her shoulder and let it fall to her feet. She was wearing a USA flag print bikini. She was shorter then the tall blonde beside her and wore high heeled sandals to appear taller. Her breasts were as big as Dixie's, but looked larger on her shorter frame. Rose's belly button was pierced and sparkled in the sunlight.

"We lock it in the car." Dixie stepped out of her jean shorts. She wore flip-flops because she was close to six feet tall and didn't need heels. Her body was tanned, toned, and very lithe, her large bosom making her appear top heavy. Her navel was also pierced, but with a CSA flag pin that matched her bikini, not a diamond stud like Rose's pin. She was proud of her Georgia heritage. In addition to the bikini and pin, she had a CSA flag tramp stamp just above the firm globes of her rear end.

"I can't believe you talked me into wearing this bikini again," said Rose. Her bikini was a good five years old, but the colors were still bright. She preferred more conservative bikinis now and only wore her flag bikini on trips with Dixie. 

"Why not?" asked Dix. "We look as good as now as we did at nineteen. I think our boobs and asses might even fill them out a little better. One night after leaving a frat house party, a drunk Dixie and Rose had wondered past a tattoo parlor. Dixie had always wanted to get a Confederate flag tattoo on her lower back, but had lacked the courage. Rose held her hands while Dixie got her tattoo. Three days later, they were shopping for a new bikini to show off Dixie's tattoo and stumbled upon Confederate one on a mannequin. Dixie thought it was perfect and managed to talk her shy friend Rose into buying a matching American flag bikini. The next day the Flag Girls were born and became something on a legend on campus. Both women were stunning and stacked. They turned heads wherever they went and one time even caused a fender bender.

Rose tucked her purse under the seat after removing a roll of cash, she tucked the cash under her panties, near her pubic hair. Dixie did the same. "Oops, those boys are watching us," said Rose.

"All the boys will be watching us," said Dixie, winking. She hid the keys under the bumper before turning back to her friend. Then she noticed the "boys" Rose was referring too. Two over muscled black men sat astride motorcycles nearby in the parking lot. They looked like "gangstas" fresh out of prison. One didn't have a shirt on. His bulging chest and biceps were covered in blue black tribal tattoos. He had a military style flat top. The other was fatter with a gut, but still had huge muscular arms. He wore an open leather vest with nothing on underneath. The tattooed one looked to be in his mid twenties and the fatter one about twenty years older, but both women found age hard to tell with black people. "What are you looking at?" called Dixie as they walked across the parking lot.

"Ssssh," whispered Rose.

"I see a hot bodied white bitch in a racist bikini," said the older man with the big belly.

Dixie growled in frustration. She hated having people tell her that her flag was racist. "This bikini is not racist." She pointed her finger at the man. Rose was inching behind her unconsciously trying to make herself smaller. The black men were parked right at the crosswalk and the two women had to pass them closely.

"It's Confederate, right?" said the heavy black man.

"Represents the enslavement of our ancestors," said the hard bodied thug.

"First off, it's the Confederate battle flag, not the state flag. It represents the brave soldiers who fought and died for state's rights. Aaargh! I'm sick of explaining that to you people."

"What do you mean YOU people?" grunted the fat one.

"Bullshit," said the muscular one. "How about you? Quit hiding that hot body behind the blonde. You a racist too with that flag?"

Rose stepped out in shock. "It's the American flag! It's patriotic!"

"It's as big a symbol of racism and oppression as the other one."

"B-but it's not," stuttered Rose.

"Come on Rose," said Dixie pulling her. "Those two black boys are too dumb to listen to reason."

The walk sign appeared flashing and the two women hurried across the highway towards the resort.

The two black men glared at the retreating women and then they turned to each other and grinned.

*****************

Dixie and Rose made quite an entrance. Every eye in the place turned on them for a moment. There were plenty of hot women in bikinis around, but none that matched the two Georgia peaches. "Let's look around first," said Rose. "Scope out the place."

"Lets get a drink first," said Dixie. Nearby was a crowded tiki bar. Two bartenders were working it. One was a giant black man, very dark skinned with long dreadlocks. The other was an attractive woman with a tee shirt tied up to show off her flat stomach. Her shirt had a large black spade on the front. Her belly button was also pierced with a spade pin. She was as fair skinned as Rose, but with redder hair and more freckles. "Two light beers," yelled Dixie to the black bartender.

"Ja mon," he said. "Coming right up." The bartender nodded and handed over two cans. "Six bucks," he said in a Jamaican accent that went with his look. Like all men, his words were directed at her breasts and not her face. He was not an attractive man. His skin was very dark, he was thin, had a gold tooth, and his Rastafarian hair style looked dirty.

Dixie slipped her fingers inside her panties, noticing the black man's stare followed her fingers down. She pulled out her wad of cash and handed him a ten. "Just give me two dollars back."

"Ja mon," he replied, giving her the change. 

Dixie laughed when she read his nametag. It said Jamon.

The two women sipped their beers and wandered the resort. They passed a small stage with a Reggae band filled with dark skinned islanders. They were called Rasta With Meatballs. Dixie held up her drink over her head and started dancing with the crowd. Rose joined her. They danced for a bit. When they left, Rose caught some young men sneaking a picture of them with a cell phone.

"I pledge allegiance," said a voice. Rose turned to see a handsome twenty something with his hand over his heart staring at her bosom. "To the flag, that can barely restrain those big ass titties." He turned and high fived his laughing friends.

Other men hit on them. Some were nice. Some were stupid. One nice guy bought them drinks and all he wanted was for his buddy to take his picture with "The Flag girls". Every time he saw them that day, he would stop and salute.

An hour after arriving, Rose and Dixie were having a blast. They visited Jamon for drinks, danced, took dips in the pool, and waded out into the shallow water on the beach. Guests started calling them the flag girls and wherever they roamed, they heard, "Here come the flag girls." or "Looking good flag girls."

Dixie told everyone they met that they were celebrating Rose's engagement which led to a lot of shots and free drinks. Two young men asked if they wanted to go for a jet ski ride. They accepted and rode behind the guys out to a sandbar. Boaters had anchored off the sandbar and were having a barbecue/keg party. They joined the party with their two guy friends. They had a great buzz going as the sun was going down and the guys pulled the jet ski's back up on the beach. "You two staying here?" asked one guy.  

Dixie smiled. "We don't know yet, but we'll be back tomorrow." She and Rose waved as the left. The boys looked disappointed. Some guys no matter how much you tell them that you're married or engaged, still think they have a chance with you. Neither Dixie or Rose had ever cheated on their men. "This was a blast."

"Yeah," agreed Rose. "Maybe our best trip ever."

"And it's only day one girlfriend."

"Everyone's been so nice."

"Everyone's always nice to us," said Dixie. "We're hot."

"Yes," said Rose, shaking her head sadly. "A curse we have to live with."

Dixie laughed. "A perfect day if it hadn't been for those two niggers."

"Sssh," said Rose shocked. She'd heard Dixie use the "N" word before, but not in public. Luckily, they were alone.

"Sorry, they just pissed me off." Dixie took Rose's hand and held it as the crossed the highway. "Screw those niggers. Today was perfect... OH SHIT!"

"What?" Rose asked, following Dixie's gaze. Her friend was staring at the jeep they had rented. The top had been ripped open with a knife and all four tires had been slashed. "Oh shit," said Rose, softer then Dixie had.

"No no no." Dixie released Rose's hand and ran up to the jeep. "No no," she muttered. "It's gone. Oh no. It's gone."

"What's gone?" Rose ran up and froze. 

"Everything," said Dixie in shock.

The jeep was empty. The clothes they were wearing earlier, their suitcases, travel bags, and their purses. No purse meant no money, no credit cards, no identification. "Where's our stuff?"

"I'm sorry," Dixie shook her head in denial. "I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Damn straight this is your fault," said Rose, raising her voice. "You don't lock your stuff up in a convertible jeep."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"We should have gotten a motel beforehand and dropped our stuff off."

"I'm sorry," moaned Dixie, tears running down her eyes. Tears started flowing down Rose's eyes too and the two girls embraced. "I'm so sorry," said Dixie again. "It must have been those NIGGERS. They fucked us over."

"Ahem."

Dixie and Rose turned at the sound of a throat clearing. A handsome muscular black man was standing near them. He was shaved bald. He looked to be a few years younger then they were, very fit and muscular. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but had on sandals and red lifeguard shorts. "Sorry," said Dixie recognizing him. He'd been the guard on duty at the pool most of the day. "We've been robbed."

"I can see that," said the black man. "Let me get security out here to help you two."

"Yes, that would be great," said Rose. She hoped the helpful young black man hadn't heard Dix use the "N" word.

The lifeguard ran across the highway and returned with another black man. The new black man was wearing a grey tee shirt with security written across it. He was one of the largest males either of the girls had ever seen. The guard looked like a body builder. He had a military looking flat top. "Ladies, I'm Gage with resort security. My friend Mark here filled me in on what happened. I apologize on behalf of the resort. This kind of thing rarely happens here. I'll need you to fill out a report. Why don't you just follow me?"

"Gage, I'll meet you at the bar," said Mark. He turned to Dixie and Rose. "I'm sorry this happened to you ladies."

Dixie just rolled her eyes and frowned. Rose said, "Thanks for your help, Mark." He nodded and walked away.

Dixie and Rose followed Gage to a small office in the main hotel building and just off the pool. He sat behind a desk and motioned for them to sit down. "Here's a form to list everything that was stolen from your vehicle." Gage took out a piece of paper and passed it to Dixie. "What was stolen?"

"Everything," whispered Rose.

"Do you like my bikini, Mr. Gage?" asked Dixie angrily. "You keep staring at it. Well I hope you like it because that's all we have if you can't get our stuff back. I'm talking money, credit cards, suitcases filled with clothes and underwear."

"Just write it down, Ma'am. Everything you can think of. Did you see anyone suspicious?"

Dixie's anger was growing. "I know exactly who did it. There were these two nig... er black men on motorcycles that watched us get out of the car and they tried to start a fight with me about my choice in bikinis."

"I see." Gage jotted something down on a form. "You're sure you aren't just suspicious of them because they were black?"

"Of course not," growled Dixie. "It was absolutely those two."

"And the stuff that was stolen," Gage made another note. "It could be carried by two men on motorcycles?"

Dixie's face turned a little red as she pondered the question. "Yes, er no, I mean yes, I think so. My suitcase was rather large. It could be carried with difficulty by a man on a motorcycle, but they'd probably have to ditch it soon."

Gage took out another form. "Write out a description of the suspects and I'll send it to the police. The police might be able to locate them." Gage took out a small camera and a clipboard. "Go ahead and work on listing the stolen items while I go take some pictures of your car and the damage. Who's car was it?"

"I rented it," said Dixie. "We didn't want to put the miles on our cars."

"Good, I'll see if the thieves left your rental agreement and we can call in the report. They should have you towed and running again tomorrow."

"That is good news," said Dixie. "I can have my husband wire us some money."

"Oh god!" interjected Rose, alarmed. "It's Friday after business hours. We wouldn't get any money until Monday. We might be living on the street this weekend."

"Hey Gage, will the resort put us up?" Dixie looked hopeful.

"They would on a weekday, but we are all booked up." Gage looked thoughtful. "Go ahead and fill out those reports and I'll go out to your car. I'll see if I can come up with a solution to your problem."

Dixie finished listing all the items that had been stolen from her. She pushed the form over to Rose who started on her missing items. Gage came back in just as Rose was starting. "Any news?" asked Dixie.

"Nobody saw anything from what I can tell and our cameras don't point at the parking area across the street." Gage gestured to a few display screens. One showed the tiki bar with Mark sitting on a stool.

"Feel free to use the phone."

Dixie picked up the office phone and paused. She didn't know his cell phone number since it was stored under his name, Billy Ray in her own phone. She ended up calling her house and leaving a message for him, saying that she would be out of touch and that he should wire them some money as soon as possible. She could pick it up at the resort Monday and to send enough to cover both she and Rose since Rose's fiancé was away. She then called the rental company and arranged for a tow truck. Luckily, they would send a replacement vehicle tomorrow. "Thanks," she said to Gage when she hung up the phone. "Well Rose, I don't know about tonight, but tomorrow we can live in our car."

"I'm not living in a car. I say we get the resort to pay for us to get a bus and just go home," said Rose, almost starting to cry again.

"Travel by bus in these bikinis?" Dixie shook her head. "Lets find a spot that parties all night. It'll be like college."

"Oh Dixie, we aren't in college anymore."

"Why don't you stay with Mark and I this weekend," suggested Gage. The two white women turned to stare at him in surprise. "Hey, it's the least we can do. There's actually five of us, but two of my roommates took off for Key West today so their beds are freed up and you can sleep there. Jamon's our other mate, but he won't be home until after last call."

Dixie was almost staring at the black man in horror. Billy Ray would have a heart attack if he saw her riding in a car with two black men let alone staying in a house with them. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"No," agreed Rose.

"Look it's really no problem. We have the room. Anyone around here can vouch for us. Friends crash with us all the time. Look, I'm getting off now. Join Mark and me at the bar for some drinks and don't worry about paying for them, Jamon will hook us up and we can discuss it."

"Thanks Gage," said Dixie, but we should think it over."

"I'm feeling kind of dirty," said Rose. "Lets go take a shower and get washed up." Both girl's bodies were dirty from sweat, salt water, chlorine, and tanning lotion.

"Good idea," said Dixie. "I'm feeling grimy myself. We'll talk over your offer and meet you at the bar, Gage."

"See you there," said Gage. "Oh, I think I have some shirts you could wear." He opened a file cabinet and tossed the girls two white tee shirts.


The Flag Girls Get Fucked



"Thanks," they said in unison, thrilled to have something to cover themselves up with.

The resort had a large restroom with shower stalls. There were some other women changing and showering. Dixie and Rose pulled their tops off. Dixie was about to set hers on a bench when Rose stopped her. "Mine's coming in with me. If this gets stolen, we'll be naked."

"Except for these shirts Gage gave us." Dixie held her white tee shirt up. "It's not even a real shirt. It's only a half shirt. The thing is barely going to cover my tits."

"What's written on it?" asked Rose. There was only one stall open and both women crowded into it.

"BBC ONLY" Dixie looked at it. "Whatever that means." She pulled off her panties while Rose removed her own. Nude, both friends squeezed under the shower head, big breasts pressing together as they tried to clean themselves off. They'd showered together often in college and didn't think twice about sharing a shower or having their nude bodies rub against each other. They discussed their situation as they took turns soaping their hair. They didn't have towels so Dixie pulled the shirt on while she was still wet. The tight shirt, clung tightly to her breasts, leaving her flat, tanned, athletic stomach bare. The confederate flag pin in her belly button sparkled. The water on her breasts soaked through the tee shirt leaving little to the imagination. BBC ONLY ran across the tops of her breasts. Both long nipples and even her areola were perfectly visible. Dixie pulled her bikini bottoms back on and stepped into her flipflops.

Rose didn't like Dixie's wet tee shirt look so she put her bikini top back on and her bottoms before pulling her tee shirt on. This helped hide her nipples. Her shirt was longer, but just as tight. It left her belly button exposed, but covered her breasts and top of her stomach. Her American flag bikini top was visible through the wet tee shirt, but the impression of her nipples was fainter. Her areola were puffy and her nipples were long. They were visible through just about anything she wore as were Dixie's. She looked down and read her shirt. I (HEART) BBC ran across the tops of her large bosom. 

Jamon, Mark, Gage, and half of everyone else at the crowded bar stared at them as they approached. "What's BBC?" asked Rose loudly, pointing at her shirt. She looked startled as her question drew some laughs.

Mark smiled. "British Broadcasting Company. They made a television special on the Keys a few years back."

"You discuss it?" asked Gage. He had removed his security guard shirt and was wearing an open flower print Hawaiian shirt that showed off his over muscled chest. He'd also lost his black shorts and was wearing colorful pajama bottoms that clashed with his shirt.

"We haven't made up our minds," said Rose. "Excuse us a moment." Rose grabbed Dixie's hand and led her over to the other side of the bar. 

"We don't have much of a choice, Rosie," said Dixie.

"I know, but we don't know these guys or whether or not we can trust them." Rose waved her hands to get the Irish looking female bartender's attention. 

"Can I get you something?" asked the bartender. Her nametag read, SIOBHAN. 

"No thanks," said Rose, leaning in. "I just have a question. My friend and I are stuck here. We were robbed and..."

"I know your situation," said Siobhan. "I heard Mark and Gage telling Jamon that you might be staying with them tonight."

"Oh good." Rose glanced over at the two black men sitting on the bar stools. Jamon was busy mixing drinks. None of the blacks were paying attention to them. "I'm just a little nervous since we don't know these guys. Can you vouch for them? Are they gentlemen?"

Siobhan smiled at both Rose and Dixie. "I can tell you this about them. They're all real men and they know how to treat a lady." Siobhan winked at them and turned to go wait on someone.

"Satisfied?" asked Dixie. 

"Still nervous," replied Rose.

"Look, I don't like the idea of staying with three black men any more then you, but what are our other options?"

"Come on then," said Rose. The two flag girls returned to their stools by Mark and Gage.

"Make up your minds yet?" asked Gage.

"Yes, we'd like to take you up on your offer," responded Dixie. Dixie gave Rose a reassuring nod. Rose just frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Great," said Mark. "And don't worry, everything will be fine. You can hang out here with us tomorrow and drive your rental back to our place. Monday, you should have some cash and get a hotel."

"Thanks," said Rose sitting down beside Mark. "But I'm so upset over getting robbed that by Monday, I'm just going to call this vacation a disaster and go home."

Dixie sat on a stool beside Gage. "Maybe, the police will find our stuff before then."

"And we can loan you some money for food until then," added Gage.

"Thanks again," said Rose. "That's very generous. You guys are too good to be true."

"It's nothing," said Gage. "Jamon, hook the ladies up with some beers and set us up with five sex-on-the-beach shooters."

"No, you're lifesavers. Thanks and I mean it," said Dixie. "We're very grateful. You guys are regular knights in shining armor coming to the aid of some damsels in distress."

"Well, black knights," said Gage, winking at Dixie and everyone chuckled. Jamon set four shots in front of them and kept another one for himself. Gage held one up. "To new friends," he toasted.

"To new friends," said Mark, Jamon, Rose, and Dixie clinking their shot glasses against his.

The four new friends spent the next hour drinking each having several more beers and three more shots ranging from Jagermeister to Tequila. Dixie and Rose had been drinking all day, but the robbery had sobered them up some. By the time, Gage announced that it was time to go back to their condo, the "flag girls" were quite drunk. 

Gage and Mark led them past a giant stuffed shark at the entrance to the resort and towards the highway through the Keys. Both the women were unsteady on their feet. Mark was walking beside Rose. He put his arm around her shoulders to help her, but she pulled away. She almost fell getting away from his touch, but he grabbed her arm. She pulled her arm out, but he held firm to her hand. Rose decided this was alright and ended up walking hand in hand with Mark across the crosswalk. 

Dixie was just as unsteady. Gage wrapped his big muscular arm around her back and pulled her tight against his strong body. She jumped at first, startled, but realized he was just trying to help her. If Billy Ray could see me now, she thought. Dixie drunkenly looked down her body, she could feel his hand, but not see it past her big breasts. Gage's hand was right on her flat belly. His hand felt big and strong, his black skin touching her tanned white stomach. She wondered what the contrast might look like, but she couldn't see thru her bosom. His hand shifted a bit, his fingers were spread apart, his thumb was under the short titty hugging BBC ONLY shirt. His nail just touched the bottoms of her breasts. As she looked down, Dixie was embarrassed to see her nipples starting to harden. The shirt had dried by now and wasn't as clingy, but it was still tight. Her nipples were long and pointy. She watched them harden, the entire areola puffing out. 

They were always sensitive and hardened easily, a cool breeze, friction from her clothes, and especially at the first hint of arousal. Dixie frowned not knowing what was making them so erect now. It couldn't be from Gage's touch, could it? He was strong, masculine, and good looking, but he was black and Georgia peaches did not get turned on by having a black man touch them.

The public parking lot was only a quarter full at this time of the evening. The foursome passed Dixie's trashed rental and Mark led them to a four door truck. He opened the back door for them, Rose climbed in and slid over so that Dixie could follow. Mark slammed the door, he and Gage took the front seats, and they were off, heading back North towards Key Largo.

Rose and Dixie held hands in the backseat for comfort in this strange situation they now found themselves in. They'd been robbed, were penniless, owned nothing but small bikinis and loaner tee shirts (plus shoes, sunglasses, and a straw hat), were in cars with two strange black men, and on their way to an unknown location. Both women were glad that their husband and fiancé couldn't see them now. Their nerves were spared a little when Mark finally pulled the truck into what looked like a decent condo complex. Dixie had been expecting low income housing with gangs of blacks loitering around selling drugs. She was relieved to see the condos were all clean and the only people she saw were white with one Mexican couple out pushing a stroller. 

Mark turned the car into an empty driveway and pulled up to a blue and white three story condo. "Here we are," said Mark. "Home sweet home." 

They exited the truck and Mark unlocked the condo. "Here we are ladies, not too big and with five guys living here it can get crowded. Luckily, Amir and Shawn rode down to Key West and you can use their room on the top floor. Shower on the second floor between mine and Gage's room. Jamon's also on the top floor. Not his real name by the way. Here what you see is what you get, laundry, living room, kitchen, dining and a small bathroom. Make yourselves at home and help yourself to anything in the fridge. Me casa su casa."

"You guys are way too kind," said Rose.

"I'll grab us some beers," said Gage. He went to the kitchen and returned with four Corona's with slices of lime in them. He passed the beers out. He held his beer out until the others banged theirs against his. "Cheers," he said.

They drank for about ten minutes getting to know each other. They toasted again when Rose told them that she'd just gotten engaged. Mark and Gage were high school friends taking in roommates to help pay the bills. Mark drained his beer and announced, "I need to go get a quick shower. I'll be right back down."

"And I will get us three more beers," said Gage, returning with three more Coronas.

Dixie accepted hers and took a sip. "Excuse me," she said, standing and walking towards the bathroom.

Gage let her get to the doorknob before saying, "Dixie wait. Sorry, but that bathroom isn't working. You'll have to use the upstairs one."

"Isn't Mark in there?"

"Yeah, you'll just have to wait." Gage took a big sip of beer. He watched the Confederate flag girl cross her legs and dance around a little. "Can't hold it?"

Dixie grimaced. "I'm afraid I'm a little out of practice holding my booze. My bladder's about to burst."

Gage's lips curled up in a smirk but quickly disappeared. "Go upstairs then."

"I can't, but I don't want to pee all over the floor."

"Can't have that. It's not polite for guests to piss all over their host's floors. Just knock and tell Mark you're coming in."

"Alright."

Gage watched her CSA flag bikini bottomed tight ass wiggle as she climbed the stairs. He smiled and turned his attention back on Rose."

***************

Dixie knocked on the bathroom door, but there as no answer. She pushed it open and steam came out of the bathroom. She could hear a shower running. "Mark?" she called.

"Yes," said his voice.

"I need to pee and Gage said the downstairs bathroom isn't working."

"It isn't? I mean, yeah that's right, it doesn't work. Sorry, I forgot. Sure come on in."

"Thanks, I'll be quick." Dixie entered the room and raced to the toilet. She pushed her panties down and sat on it, her urine coming out almost immediately. She sighed in relief. With a satisfied smile on her face she looked around. The bathroom had a large shower and to her shock, it was clear glass. The glass was steamy, but she could clearly make out Mark's nude form through the glass. She couldn't help but stare, not at his muscular form, but at the giant appendage sticking out between his legs. The glass must be magnifying it, she thought. His penis stuck out and down, but as she watched, Mark's hand came up and started stroking it.

"Oh shit," she mumbled, he must think I've left. He's actually playing with himself while I watch. Mark's hand moved down and seemed to release his shaft, but he was just grabbing the base between two fingers. His penis looked at least a foot long from where she sat. He turned and the big head of his penis pressed against the glass door. She could clearly see the huge head from the crown to the urethra. It was as big as a golf ball. She saw it even clearer when Mark opened the door and stepped out without shutting off the water.

He stepped right by the toilet, his huge erect penis pointing at her face. "Jeeesuuss," said the Southern belle, drawing the lord's name out as she stared down the foot long shaft.

"Whoops, sorry Dix. I thought you were done," said Mark, making no move to cover himself up. He even moved the huge penis a couple inches closer to her shocked face.

"I don't believe it!" Dixie seemed mesmerized by Mark's giant shaft.

"Never seen a big black cock before, obviously" said Mark.

"No, I can't say that I have," whispered Dixie still staring in awe at Mark's penis. "I didn't know penises got that big."

"Penises don't, Dixie. Big black cocks do. What's hubby, half as big? Smaller?"

"Smaller."

"Too bad. Your body was built for something bigger. White women cum like crazy once they get a real man's cock in them. Why don't you touch it?"

"I shouldn't," said Dixie, but her hand was already up and reaching for it. Using two fingers and her thumb she touched the bulbous head, squeezing it. Mark's cock head wasn't as spongy as she would have expected. It was almost as hard as a rock. Dixie angled her hand until the head slipped between her fingers and she ran her hand down his entire shaft and then back up. "It's so hard, Mark!"

"It gets that way when pretty white girls in bikinis touch it."

"It's hot too and I can feel your pulse." Indeed, the big penis was crisscrossed by long blue-black veins that throbbed with every heart beat. His cock felt like a living thing. "Can I feel your balls?"

"Be my guest."

Dixie lifted up the huge penis and looked at the wrinkly brown sack beneath his legs. Each testicle was as big as her fist or about the size of a tennis ball. Billy Ray's balls were probably only walnut sized. She hefted each nut and then the entire sack, feeling it's weight in her palm. When she finished examining his scrotum, she pulled his shaft back down, her hand slowly stroking it out of instinct. "I can't get over how big your penis is," she said, still in denial.

"Look down," ordered Mark. Dixie looked down at the shaft she was stroking. She'd bent it down so that the head was pointed at her chest. The fat knobby end of his penis was pointed right at the BBC ONLY lettering on her tee shirt. "Again, that ain't no penis. That's a big black cock. Got it?"

"Yes," she whispered. Dixie watched her hand gliding up his wet cock. Her breasts were visible to either side of the huge shaft. Her nipples were completely hard, puffy and swollen. The tight tee shirt left little to the imagination. No doubt Mark could see how aroused she was. She'd never felt more embarrassed.

"Say it."

"It's a big black cock," she agreed. The cock in her hand jerked a little when she spoke and for a moment she thought he'd ejaculated. His cock had just shot a load of precum on the letter C on her tee shirt. The C was now wet. Mark's cock was producing a lot of precum now, the head glistening with his fluid. She pulled it up towards her mouth to keep her shirt from getting messier.

"You ever suck cock before?"

"Just my husband and not in years," she answered. Truthfully, it had been many years. Her wedding night to be exact. She'd blown him several times before marriage and he'd gone down on her. She didn't let Billy Ray cum in her mouth. When he got close, she would remove it from her mouth and jerk him off, letting him cum on her tits. He liked that. She pictured Billy Ray's little white penis in her hand, straining to reach six inches compared with the foot long black monstrosity she was slowly stroking now. Billy Ray had cum on her tits, but it hadn't been much more then the precum, Mark's cock was spitting up now. "I mean no, I've never sucked cock before, just a penis."

"Good. Then I get to be the first. Open wide." Mark pushed his cock through her fist and towards her mouth.

"I shouldn't," said Dixie as Mark's cock pushed against her lips and she opened her mouth wide enough that the head could slip inside her.

***************

Rose smiled at something Gage said. She took a sip of beer and looked over at the black man going on with a story about how Mark was swimming in a river nearby and thought a alligator was about to eat him, but it was only a manatee. She laughed with Gage's description of Mark's screams as he swam towards a dock. Gage was such a large masculine man, but he was charming and she felt comfortable being alone with him. Even given that he was black and she was nearly nude in only a bikini and tight tee shirt. She should have been nervous as hell. 

The only real conversation she'd ever had with a black male before was answering his, "May I take your order?" question. Rose glanced at the clock on the wall.

"My story that boring?" he asked.

"Not at all. I was just wondering what was taking Dixie so long."

"She has been awhile. Maybe you should go check on her."

Rose frowned. She took another sip of her beer, looked at the clock again and then up the stairs. "I think I will. Maybe she's getting sick. We haven't drunk this much since college." Rose got up off the couch, put her beer on the table and walked up the stairs. Gage watched her go.

"Dixie?" said Rose as she approached the bathroom door. It was partially closed. The light was on underneath it, and she could still hear the shower running. She reached the door and slowly pushed it open until she could put her head through. What she saw made her gasp in shock. "DIX...Mmmph," she mumbled as a huge black hand slapped across her mouth and she was pulled back into a hard muscular chest.

"Sssshh, don't disturb them," whispered Gage in her ear. 

Rose watched in horror as her blonde best friend, little Miss Southern pride redneck, married five years, and someone she'd known for almost ten years slurped on the biggest blackest penis Rose had ever seen. It must have been seven inches long and Dixie had the head in her mouth. As Rose watched, she realized just how wrong she was. Dixie pulled back, but the head didn't spring free of her mouth. Inch after inch of hard black cock appeared until his huge penis pulled free and jerked up to his stomach. Rose had grossly underestimated the giant penises size. Mark put a hand on the back of Dixie's head and pulled her into his balls. Rose watched Dixie's tongue come out and lick his giant nut sack. Dixie soon pulled back, bent his penis down and started sucking it again. "NmmOmmph," Rose muttered, her voice muffled by Gage's beefy hand, while shaking her head in denial at what she was watching.

"It's ok," whispered Gage in her ear. He slowly removed his hand. "Let them have their fun."

Rose shook her head in shock. No no no kept going through her mind. This can't be happening. This can't be real. "She's married," Rose whispered back, still shaking her head as if to clear it of the image she was seeing. "She doesn't even like black people."

"She does now. She's gonna be fucking him before the night is over."

"NO," said Rose loudly, but the couple didn't hear her over the noise from the shower. "She'd never cheat on Billy Ray."

"You think Billy Ray has a cock like that? Does what's-his-name, Jake, come close to Mark in size?"

"No," said Rose, suddenly feeling funny. She couldn't look away from watching Dixie suck off the black man. Her friend was bobbing her head rapidly, struggling to take more and more of the shaft in her throat. Dixie's nose was slowly approaching Mark's pubic hair as she tried to suck his entire cock down her throat. Rose was no longer horrified. The bottoms of her American flag bikini bottoms were becoming damp, then wet, then soaked. Her nipples were hardening. She'd worn her bikini top to keep them hidden, but they were so hard, her nipples and areola were visible through the bikini and the white tee shirt. 




The Flag Girls Get Fucked



"How long is Jake?" whispered Gage. 

"F-five, six inches. I don't know."

"Pathetic Rose. I'm sure Dixie's husband doesn't have much better. No wonder she's sucking the first real man's cock she's ever seen. Sucking it like a pro I might add. Look how erotic it is."

"Stop it."

"Come on Rose. Admit it. Admit that watching your friend suck that black cock is turning you on."

"Gage please?" she begged. "We should go. Leave them alone."

"Wait! Something is happening."

Rose heard Mark grunt loudly. Dixie jumped in shock, her eyes opening wide and staring down the five inches of black shaft sticking out from her mouth. She struggled to pull back. Rose swore she could see the outline of Mark's cock down her friend's throat. It was throbbing and Dixie was gulping. Mark moved his hand to her forehead and pushed back. Most of his cock slid free from her mouth. Rose watched Dixie's cheeks bulge out, white sperm dribbled out from her lips and down her chin. Dixie swallowed the load and then her cheeks bulged out again. Mark pulled his cock free and blasted a huge wad of semen on Dixie's face. Dixie reared back, pulling away from the shooting monster. The next wad struck the BBC ONLY letters on her tee shirt. Men simply did not cum that much. Her husband's ejaculate was only enough to roll on her tongue, but then she'd never seen balls as big as Mark's before.

Rose stepped back to remain hidden. She assumed they were done. They would get cleaned up and return downstairs soon. Instead, Mark pulled Dixie to her feet. Her panties were already around her ankles from going to the bathroom. He stepped on them and pushed them to the floor while pulling the BBC ONLY halter over Dixie's head. Dixie was stripped of her clothes in several seconds. She stood nude before the black man, her proud breasts on display for him. Mark, Rose, and Gage could see her large erect areola standing out in the middle of a pale white triangle tan lines from her confederate bikini top as well as the white patch around her blonde pubic hair. Mark stepped back and into the shower, pulling Dixie with him. They watched Dixie's firm round ass, tanned except where it had been covered by her bikini disappear into the stall. The shower door closed. Gage pushed the bathroom door further open so that the two voyeurs could get a better view. The white blonde outline of Dixie was leaning spread eagled against the wall of the shower, while a muscular black outline was lining his huge cock between her legs. "OH! It's so big!" moaned Dixie when the outline thrust forward.

"Told you they would be fucking," whispered Gage.

"Oh my god," cried Rose. She started shaking her head again. "I... I need some air." Rose stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the hall. "I can't believe she's doing that."

"I'm CUUMMIINNGG!"

Rose jumped at Dixie's scream of pleasure. He'd just entered her and already Dixie was cumming? "Come on," said Gage taking her arm. "Lets go somewhere we can talk about what's happening."

"FUCK ME! Fuck me with your big black C-AHH-OCK! OOH YESS!"

Rose looked back in horror as Gage led her down the hall. It sounded like Dixie was cumming again. Gage opened the door to his room and led a stunned Rose inside. 

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"Fuck me Mark. Fuck me. I love it. I love it," grunted Dixie with each thrust of Mark's powerful cock. She'd just had the two biggest orgasms of her life plus they'd just gotten started and he'd only gotten about seven inches in her. 

"Told you this pussy was built for big black cock," growled Mark, looking down at his black shaft spreading her pussy lips wide open. Dixie had a fantastic ass. One of the best he'd seen on a white woman. The CSA flag tramp stamp waved on her back. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his thrusting cock. Mark's thick black thumbs pressed hard into her tattoo, trying to cover the symbol many blacks found racist. He fed her another inch and then another. Dixie moaned in pleasure. 

Dixie had never been fucked like this. She was loving every minute of it. "Ow," she grunted when his cock head banged against her cervix. "OW!" she yelled, when it banged her cervix again. "That's it Mark, you've filled me up."

"Not quite," he replied. His cock head pushed hard against her cervix. It didn't hurt this time. She could feel her cervix softening as he pushed hard against it. "Gonna resize this pussy," he growled, pushing his cock through her cervix and into her womb.

"CUMMING!" screamed Dixie in shock as she took every inch of his cock. His heavy balls slapped against the back of her thighs. Dixie's orgasm was mind numbing and her eyes rolled up in her head. She thought she'd lost it for a moment, but when she recovered, she was still bent over in the shower. Mark was fucking her so hard now, he thighs hurt from the hard slapping of his large nut sack. "It's so big," she moaned still in awe of his size. Suddenly, his cock was gone and Dixie whimpered from the emptiness inside her. She felt the large head of his cock rubbing against her pussy lips before it slipped inside her.

"Tell me when I'm as deep as your husband."

Dixie moaned as the fat cock pushed deeper. "Stop," she cried, not really wanting him to stop.

"That's all." Mark flexed his dick. "That's only three inches. Pathetic."

"It's hard to tell," gasped Dixie. "You stretch me out so much more. He's about five and a half inches."

Mark moved his cock almost halfway in. "That's as deep as your husband goes."

"Yes," moaned Dixie almost crying in pleasure. "YYYEEESSS!" she screamed as Mark slammed his entire cock back inside her.

"And that's how deep I go, slut." Mark grabbed her hips pulling her back hard into his thrusting cock.

"OH yes cumming fuck me Mark fuck big black Ah cock fuck cumming oh my god Mark MARK yes I love it YES fuck SOOO GOOOOD can't stop cumming black cock fuck me Mark Mark Mark MARK?"

"What?"

"Not on pill oh god I'm cumming pull out don't cum in me fuck me gonna cum again cumming all over your big black COCK. CCUUMMIINNGG!"

"So am I," said Mark as he buried his cock and shot the first load of his potent seed directly in her womb.

"NO!" Dixie tried to scream in denial, but she was in the throws of a powerful orgasm. She'd never felt anything like this before. Jet after jet of sperm was spraying her womb, filling her up. Each jerk of his cock shot more sperm into her womb, prolonging her orgasm. The pleasure radiating outward from her womb was unbearable. Dixie screamed in pleasure as she had either one never ending orgasm or a rapid series of orgasms that matched every spurt from his cock. She couldn't tell and it didn't matter. Her womb filled rapidly, semen flowed into her pussy, running down his shaft and pouring onto the shower floor.

Mark's cock quit jerking and he leaned over her panting. "That was great, baby," he said.

"The best," replied Dixie. She felt his cock shrinking inside her as it lost it's steel. He slowly pulled back until it plopped free. Her cervix closed, trapping his seed in her womb, but most of his sperm flooded out from her pussy, dripping to the shower floor. Dixie pushed herself up and turned around to face her black lover.

Mark pulled her into his arms. Her voluptuous white body melted against his hard black torso as he kissed her deeply. Mark finally broke the kiss. "Lets go to my room," he told her.

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Rose was in a state of shock both at watching her friend cheat on her husband with a black man and at the way it had aroused her. Gage led her by the arm over to his bed and sat her down. She finally stopped shaking her head in denial. "I can't believe it," she whispered.

"It's only natural for two sexy people like that to end up fucking," said Gage.

"She's married." And he's black, she thought. Rose looked up at the giant black man. He had removed his Hawaiian shirt and was standing before her on only the colorful pajama pants. They sagged low on his hips. Something large was pushing up against his crotch. She looked away from him and around the room. It was sparsely furnished. The only stand out feature was a large workout bench with barbells.

"I'd say she found something better. Listen, you can still hear them fucking."

Rose cocked her head. She could indeed still hear Dixie's screams of orgasmic joy coming from the shower. She shivered and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she found herself staring at Gage's curly black pubic bush. "What are you doing?"

Gage had his hands on the waistband of his baggy pants. He'd pushed them down just a little. "Tell me you don't want to see it?" he asked, pushing them down a little further.

Rose gasped as the long tubular piece of black flesh slowly grew before her eyes. She could see four inches of it growing out from his pubic hair, but the shaft was growing and straining to rise. Many inches further down, a big knobby cock head was pushing against his pajama bottoms, struggling to get free. "I don't want to see it," she said, staring in awe down at the beast pushing hard against the fabric.

"Yes, you do," said Gage, pushing his pants down another inch. "Just tell me to stop and I won't show it to you."

Rose stared in horror, dismay, and disbelief as inch after black inch of the biggest blackest cock she could have imagined revealed itself. "Stop," she said, at six inches. "Stop," she said at seven inches. At eight inches her pussy spasmed and she didn't say anything. "Stop," she said so softly he could barely hear her at nine inches. "STOP!" she said loudly trying to take back control of the situation. The fat shaft had tapered a little and the flare on the head of his penis was appearing.

"Too late, this thing needs some breathing room," said Gage, pushing his pajama bottoms down to his knees.

Rose quivered as her pussy gave another spasm. His cock shot up, rising almost to his hard stomach before falling back down to point straight at her face. "Oh my god," she gasped. "It's as big as Mark's."

"Not quite. Mines about an inch shorter, but it's thicker."

"It's so big, so thick... so black."

"Yes, that's a big black cock you're staring at and it's gonna make you very happy. Go ahead and touch it."

"I couldn't," said Rose, staring.

Gage impatiently reached down and grabbed her arm. He slid his hand down to her wrist and brought her small white hand over to his fat eleven inch cock. Rose didn't resist and wrapped her hand around his shaft. There was more then an inch gap between her fingers. She slid her hand up and down his hard shaft a few inches, completely fascinated. "There that isn't so bad, is it?" asked Gage.

"No," she whispered.

"A little bigger then that fiancé of yours I bet?"

"Just a little," she lied. Jake was only half as long and half as thick, maybe less. There was no comparing the two men's penises. Jake lost in all respects, length, width, hardness, testicle size, the flare on the crown, and even the size of Gage's urethra looked three times longer then Jake's. Rose had been with three men in her life, all white, and all with penises five to six inches long. "A lot bigger," she corrected, something telling her that he knew she was lying. "This is like no penis I've ever seen."

"That ain't no penis, Rose. That's a big black cock. Penises are the small pale things you find on white boys."

"A big black cock," she stated. Her hand stroked up to the hard head hovering just above the I (heart) BBC on her tee shirt. She ran her hand back down to the base. "I should go to my room." Rose couldn't take her eyes off the hard black rod in her hand.

"You don't want to go to your room Rose." Gage stepped forwards, the tip of his cock moving up to press on her lips. "I think you want a taste." But he had gone too far.

"NO!" she cried, the very tip with his urethra pressed on her tongue as she cried out. Rose reared back to escape it and finally let the black shaft go from her hand.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like it," asked Gage, stroking his shaft.

"No, it's amazing, but I'm engaged."

"So? Dixie's married and she did more then suck Mark's big black cock. It's cause I'm black, isn't it?"

"No, that's not it at all." Rose shook her head. Unlike Dixie who did have a problem with black people, Rose had more of a separate, but equal attitude towards them. 

"So if I was white, you'd be sucking me off right now?"

Yes, she thought, I probably would. Maybe, she was more racist then she thought. "No I wouldn't, I'm engaged and I haven't even done that for my fiancé." Rose wasn't a blow job virgin. She'd sucked both her five inch boyfriend and her six inch boyfriend, but not Jake's five and a half inch penis. She liked him too much and didn't want him to think she was a slut.

"Maybe you ain't racist, but I still need to get off. All I want is a quick blow job. I'm doing you a big favor letting you stay here this weekend and I aim to find the asshole that robbed you too. You'd be sleeping on the beach if it weren't for me."

Rose was confused. Was he threatening to throw her out if she didn't blow him? Was he just pleading his case? She stared cross-eyed down the long shaft. He was waving it hypnotically in front of her face. "I suppose... I guess I could jerk it off for you," she said. Rose had jerked off Jake on their second date. She found it was kind of fun.

"Fair enough. I'll take it. Give the head a little kiss and I'll go get some lotion." Gage watched as she hesitated. "Just one kiss."

Rose smiled and leaned forward, kissing the big cock head right on the tip. It squirted at her touch, wetting her lips. Absentmindedly, she licked her lips, tasting his pre ejaculate. "Alright then."

Gage winked at her. He left for the bathroom and returned with a bottle of hand cream. He tossed it to her. "You should take your top off." 

"Why?"

"You saw how much Mark came. When this thing goes off, it gets messy."

"I can believe it," said Rose, staring at the big testicles hanging low in his scrotum. She pulled the white tee shirt off over her head. 

"The bikini top too."

"No, that stays on and the panties."

"Suit yourself."

Rose squirted lotion on both her hands and then reached out to grab his shaft. She felt a quiver of excitement in her pussy. In a way, she wanted to do this. She wanted to see it squirt. A part of her envied, Dixie, but there was no way she was going to cheat on Jake just four days after he'd proposed. Jerking Gage off would let her play with his big black cock while not actually cheating on her fiancé. 

Rose began stroking him with both her hands. She rotated her wrists and she slid her hands up and down the shaft. She started slow, getting a feel of the big black cock in her hand. It was hot and heavy. It vibrated with life. She could feel his pulse as she stroked him and the beat was increasing. She moved one hand down to his balls and massaged them while using her other hand to measure the length of his shaft. 

Gage reached down and grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her forwards, moving her mouth towards his shining cock head. For a second, she gave in and kissed it again before pulling back. She didn't blame him for his persistence. Rose leaned back and felt the material of her bikini sliding down her hard nipples. She looked down, past the cock between her breasts and watched as the American flag draping her breasts unfurled and slid down to land under her bosom. Gage had untied the bikini string on the back of her neck when he pulled her forwards. Her top was held on by the string on her back, but her breasts were now exposed.

She didn't stop stroking him even when he reached down to pinch her nipples. He tugged on them and a moan escaped her lips. His cock was getting bigger, harder and throbbing with power. His pulse was racing. She felt it pump. Hot liquid splattered her breasts in a burst. She pulled away from the spurting cock, only to have the next wad cover her face. Rose's mouth fell open in shock and another wad entered her mouth, quickly followed by his cock head. Her cheeks bulged as her mouth filled with hot sperm. She didn't want to swallow, but he was holding her head on his cock. One strong black hand on the back of her head and one on her back, pulling the last string holding her top on. Rose gulped, his semen sliding down her throat, only to gulp again as he filled her mouth again and again and again. His seed tasted good, better then her previous boyfriends and there was so much of it. Rose began moaning as she contentedly swallowed every drop of sperm from his ejaculating cock. 

Gage pulled his cock out once she had drained it. Rose was blinded by the sperm on her face. She wiped some free of her eyes just as Gage appeared returning to the room with a towel and a wet washcloth. 

"Here," he grunted tossing it at her. 

Rose wiped the towel across her face and breasts, cleaning as much sperm as she could off her. Then she wiped her face with the wet washcloth. She moved it down to her breasts, wiping her nipples free of his cum and moving the washcloth down the valley of her large DD bosom. She stared at Gage's black cock as she cleaned herself. It was limp, but swollen and long. He was watching her clean her breasts and his cock began rising again. Rose stared at it. His cock frightened her. She felt her willpower and propriety draining at the sight of it rising up before her eyes. She'd never wanted anything more in her life, but still she resisted. Nothing could make her betray Jake. "I should go."

"Not yet." Gage walked over to her and pushed her back on his bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to return the favor. 

****************

"Oh gawd," moaned Dixie. "You are absolutely amazing." She buried her head in the pillow, luxuriating in the feeling of having Mark's cock slowly fucking her from behind.

Mark was slowly pumping his hips, staring down at Dixie's ass. Her tramp stamp stared up at him, the confederate flag waving, colors bright and proud. Mark was not a big fan of Southern rednecks. He'd been assaulted once by a bunch of good old boys in a pickup flying the same flag staring at him from Dixie's back. Assaulted might be too strong a word. One had thrown a half full beer can that hit him on the head and almost knocked him to the ground. The truck roared off, Dixie blaring from the horn. There had been a girl in the pickup. She'd looked a lot like the girl down on all fours getting off on his black cock. The girl in the truck laughed with the rest, turned and presented a sweet ass in Daisy Duke's, and smacked her ass as the truck disappeared. Mark looked at Dixie's ass. It was firm, well rounded, and a little plump for a woman so athletically built. Her puckered sphincter stared up at him. Mark smiled and slowly pulled his cock out.

"Don't stop, lover," purred Dixie into his pillow. "Put that big black cock back in me and fuck me some more."

"Sure baby," he replied. His pressed his cock head against her labia and rubbed it up and down, teasing her and stimulating her clit. "I'll put it back in." He raised his cock up to her asshole and pressed the head down hard on her sphincter.

"Whoa there," cried Dixie pushing herself up a little. "Wrong hole Mark." The pressure on her sphincter grew and she whimpered as it began pushing inward slowly opening for Mark's cock. "Um Mark?"

"Just relax." He pushed harder watching the head of his cock slowly disappear into the tightest ass he'd ever felt. 

Dixie gave a cry of dismay. This was new. "It's too big, Mark. There no way it will fit."

"It'll fit. Now quit tensing up or you'll just make it harder on yourself. I'm gonna fuck this sweet white ass and by the time I'm done, you'll be hooked."

Dixie squealed and moaned as his cock plowed deeper. He grasped her hips and pulled her back onto his cock. He could feel her trembling. His cock had been soaked from fucking he pussy and lubrication wasn't a problem. "Sooo biiig," she muttered. "Billy Ray hasn't done my ass."




The Flag Girls Get Fucked



"So I'm the first. My big black cock is going where no man has gone before. You liking it yet, slut?"

"Yes," she hissed. "Do it. Fuck my ass." Dixie snaked her arm under her body and found her sopping pussy. She began teasing her clit with her fingers.

"That's it Dixie. Get into it. Get yourself off while I fuck your white ass."

"Yes, fuck my ass. HARDER. Gimme that big black cock." Dixie diddled her clit faster, feeling an orgasm cumming. "Gonna cum Mark!"

"Do it. Cum with a black man's cock fucking your white ass." He spanked her with the flat of his hand and that was all she needed to get off. The white wife's butt trembled around the black shaft buried in it as she had a large orgasm. Mark picked up the pace, letting his cock slide in and out of her rectum as fast as his hips could move. The heat and tightness was too much for him and he pushed all the cock she could handle or about nine inches of meat deep in her ass. His cock spurted a large wad of cum deep in her bowels.

"CCUUMMIINNGG!" screamed Dixie. "I'm ccuummiinngg," she said softly this time.

Mark pulled his still spurting cock from her ass and shot a load across her tramp stamp. The next spurt nearly covered her CSA flag tattoo. The next wad did cover it, but the stars and bars could still be seen beneath his sperm. When his balls finally emptied, her tattoo was hidden beneath a pool of milky white semen, slowly reappearing as his seed slid off her back.

****************

Rose grabbed the hem of her bikini bottoms engaged in a tug of war with Gage. The large black man kneeled between her legs, pulling hard on her panties. "Not sure this is a good idea," she told him.

"Just gonna return the favor. You got me off and now I'll get you off. No sex, I'm just gonna eat your white pussy."

Rose had let 5" boyfriend eat her out. He seemed aware of his own inadequacies in the penile department and was always willing to go down on her. She loved it. Loved it better then sex with him. Jake had never expressed interest in going down on her. If he had, she would gladly have blown him. She had missed it. She wanted to have her pussy eaten again. She usually came when he'd done it and Rose didn't usually cum. If Gage wanted to eat her pussy, she decided to let him. Rose released the hem of her bikini bottoms and laid back on the bed. Gage yanked them off her legs, twirling her panties around on his finger, grinning triumphantly. Rose looked away from his and found herself staring at her reflection. A large mirror showed the entire bed, her voluptuous body laying on it and the large black man at her feet. She looked away. "Can we turn the lights off?" she pleaded, laying down and staring at the ceiling. 

"No, I need to see what I'm doing," said Gage. He slid off the bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge as he kneeled on the floor. Rose spread her legs wider in anticipation as she felt his breath on her pussy. Then she felt it. The smallest of touches. It pressed against her lower labia working it's way up to flicker her clit ever so slightly. Rose squirmed in anticipation. Her legs opened wider. She gasped when her entire clit was suddenly sucked into his mouth, but he immediately released it and went back to the gentle probing. He quit teasing her with the tip of his tongue and slowly licked it up her pussy, then slowly back down. Rose gasped again, bucking her hips up into his face when his tongue pushed deep. Gage pulled back out quickly. "Need some air," he muttered.

"Don't stop," she begged. Gage went back to work, more aggressively this time. His tongue licked up and down her pussy lips only to worm it's way inside her pussy. He thrust it in and out rapidly, fucking her with his tongue. Rose squirmed and moaned as she writhed on the bed. She clutched the bed sheet tightly as she lifted her hips into his thrusting tongue. "YES!" she hissed. "Keep doing that." However, Gage did just the opposite. He pulled back again. "What's wrong?" She held her head up looking down her luscious body at the black man's head between her legs. 

"Sorry, need to catch my breath. I got allergies and can't breath well through my nose."

"Aaargh," growled Rose in frustration. She slammed her head back down on the bed. Almost instantly he was in her pussy again. Her frustration turned to moans. She lifted her hips into his thrusting tongue. "You're doing it baby," she told him, lifting her head to look at Gage's face. His nose appeared to be resting on her pubic mound. He winked at her. "YES, That's IT! Keep doing... Aaargh!" She slammed her head back down when he stopped again. This was too much. She was ready to cry with frustration just before her clit was sucked between his lips again and then his tongue was flicking it and then his tongue was stabbing in and out of her pussy again. Pressure began to grow in her womb, promising an orgasm bigger then any she'd had before. "Oh god Gage," she cried, tears of joy and frustration running down the sides of her head. "Please don't stop this time. I'm gonna cum... AAH... No!" Something was wrong. In some ways, he was much more skilled at this then 5" boyfriend and in other ways he didn't know what he was doing at all. Every time he brought her to the brink of orgasm, he'd stop. 

"You ready?" he asked.

"God yes," she moaned. "I've never been more ready." Rose's body jerked as her clit was sucked between his lips again. She felt her pussy lips opening as something entered her. Two beefy black fingers worked their way inside her pussy, rubbing inside her. "Good idea," she muttered. This way he wouldn't need to stop to breath. Her hands were grasping the edges of the bed, trying to slide her body down into Gage's thrusting fingers and probing tongue. She wanted him deeper. The pressure in her womb grew again. It was too much. She was going to blow. "Here it cums... NO! NOT AGAIN!" He had yanked his fingers out of her.

"You need to cum?"

"Yes," she pleaded. Rose's entire body was writhing around on the bed. She was circling her hips like an invisible being was giving her the fucking she needed. "Please. Let me cum. Quit teasing me. It's too cruel."

"I know a way to make you cum," said Gage.

"Anything," Rose begged. "Whatever it takes. Just do it." Rose shuddered as his tongue licked it's way up her labia to her clit. The anticipation was unbearable. Was she finally going to cum? His tongue didn't stop with her clit. It flickered over her pubic mound, briefly touching her curly red-brown pubic hair. Then he was licking up the side of her shaved pubic triangle. His tongue reached the top of her triangle continuing to move up and over her abdomen. It reached her belly button, swirling around her navel until his big black lips pressed down and sucked her diamond studded pin into his mouth. He released it and went back to licking up her stomach. Rose was still writhing underneath his kisses and licks. She sucked her stomach in, his tongue going up and over the lines of her rib cage. What would have been a loud moan turned to a squeal when she suppressed her moan as his tongue reached her breasts. He went left, licking up the large mound of her pale DD breast. She raised her head again and looked at Gage's hair, face buried in her breast. His tongue was looping her nipple area, still licking her breast and not touching her puffy areola. His concentric circles were getting smaller as his tongue moved closer. Soon his breath was on her nipple. Goosebumps popped up on her areola as his tongue slid over it, just barely touching her nipple. Rose almost came when his tongue did flicker her nipple. She moaned, squirming, her hips still moving like she was getting fucked. Her nipple bent up and then down, up and then down as his tongue rapidly flickered over it. His lips pressed down over her areola and sucked the entire thing into his mouth, lips pinching down on her nipple. Rose grabbed the back of his head, pulling him deeper into her breast. They'd never felt this sensitive. She didn't ever want him to let go, but Gage released her nipple, kissing it and then kissing his way up the top's of her breasts. His body was slowly climbing up the bed to envelope her, to possess her, to dominate her. She could feel his hard mass pressing her down into the bed. His tongue was kissing her neck now. She was still holding the back of his head when she felt the first probe of his mighty cock at the entrance to her pussy. Rose was too far gone to deny him access. She opened her legs wider as the big cock head pressed against her pussy lips. Gage was kissing up her cheek, his tongue teasing into her ear. Rose pulled back and raised her head so that her lips were beside his ear. "Fuck me," she whispered in it.

Gage's cock head was already pushing her labia apart when she said it, just the tip slipping inside teasing her.. He pushed down on his hips, his plum sized cock head pushing inside Rose's pussy. She moaned. Gage was impressed at how easily she took him, but then she was soaked. He'd never seen a pussy so eager to get fucked. "Damn this pussy is tight," he muttered. 

"Sorry," she whispered. Rose's body was beyond her control. She was humping up into Gage's cock wanting it deeper, wanting it moving in and out of her, wanting it fucking her. "You're a lot bigger then I'm used to."

"Fuck, I wasn't complaining. I like my pussies tight." He worked a little more in, smirking as Rose began humping his cock faster. She was making a constant mewling sound in the back of her throat. He took his time putting it in. She needed to cum bad, but he wanted his cock buried in her pussy before she did. He was practically crushing her beneath his weight, yet she was humping his cock like she was fucking him.

"Goin deeper," he groaned, feeling his cock slide deep in her pussy. Deeper then any white boy had ever gone. Rose kept humping him. Her slim white arms were wrapped around his back trying to pull him deeper. He obliged, pushing nearly all of his cock into her until it pressed against her cervix.

"Ow!" she grunted. "Is that all of it? Now please fuck me and fuck me hard."

"Almost," grunted Gage, flexing his cock in her pussy. She squealed in delight thinking he was about to start fucking her, but in reality he was letting his precum soften her cervix. "You said you was engaged?" he asked.

"Yes, what about it?" Rose asked. She didn't want to talk about her fiance, she wanted to fuck. She was now trying to slide her body underneath his muscular mass to get him to fuck her.

"You was in-Gaged, now Gage in you." The strong black man pushed his cock through her cervix and planted the head in her womb.

"OOW! Ooh oh yes, that's good, so deep. Your cock is so big in me." Rose was purring, luxuriating in the feeling of being completely stuffed with cock. He held still, his entire cock buried inside her. Rose's body gave a little spasm when he made his cock jerk. He did it again and she gasped. Gage had gotten her so worked up, she was ready to cum, just from having his huge cock flexing inside her. "Aah. AAHH! Pl-please Gage," she gasped. "I feel it again. Please let me cum this time."

Gage felt a little sorry for her. She was begging for it, even sobbing a little. "Sorry, not yet," he told her, slowly withdrawing his cock out until just the head was in her.

"NO!" Rose wrapped her legs around his hips and clutched him tightly. "You can't do this to me."

Gage pulled back a little so that he could look in her eyes. Rose looked like a madwoman, half crazed. "What the fuck? Maybe I will." He slowly slid his cock back inside her. "Then again..." Gage started pulling back again.

"NOOooo! Fuck me Gage. Please? I want it sooo bad." Rose was crying now. Tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. 

"You want what?"

"It! I want IT. I want your... big black cock. Yes, that's it. I want your big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock. YESsss!" Rose screamed in delight as he finally began working his big black cock in and out of her. "That's it. Thank you Thank you. Fuck my white pussy with your big black cock, Gage." She looked over at the mirror and couldn't believe how erotic it looked seeing her pale white body beneath the black man's muscular black one.

"You got it, slut," he growled. Gage began pounding her rapidly. The full length of his cock slid in and out of her pussy. His powerful thrusts were forcing her down into the mattress which pushed her up into his thrusting cock. 

"OOohh MY GAWD!" screamed Rose in awe of what she was feeling. Her body leapt up to meet his thrusting cock. He'd only thrust his cock into her womb a half dozen times when her dam finally burst.

"CCUUMMIINNGG!" Rose's body started humping his cock faster then he was fucking her. She'd never felt her pussy react like this. It was clamping down around his shaft, trying to hold it still only to balloon up sending waves of pleasure through her body. It didn't stop there either. Another six thrusts and she was cumming again and again a few thrusts after that. Each one seemed bigger then the first. Each one wracked her body with pleasure. Each one left her exhausted and breathless. She could no longer talk, or scream in joy. "Unh Unh Unh," was all that could come from Rose's lips with each mighty thrust of his formidable cock. She had long lost count of the orgasms, but the biggest was yet to cum. Gage thrust his cock to the back of her womb and held it buried. His hot black seed exploded from the head, flooding her womb. Rose's body leaped into his, shaking underneath him. Each blast from his cock sent more and more potent semen into her womb, filling it, and forcing semen down into her pussy, to squirt out over their conjoined crotches. Rose felt everything go black and then she fell limp.

"Never... tease... black cock... slut... fuck... weekend long..."

"Whaaa?" Rose slowly came to her senses, aware that the big black man was still inside her, still covering her body with his strong muscular one. She was aware that he had been talking to her, but could only make out a few words.

Gage chuckled. "I was sayin, that I'm never gonna tease you again. Admit you're a slut for big black cocks and I'll see that you cum all weekend long."

"I'm not a slut, but I do love your big black cock, Gage," whispered Rose. She lifted her head and kissed his hard chest. "I'd love it if we did this all weekend long."

Gage's cock had softened considerably, but he still felt huge compared to her fiancé. He pushed himself up, pulling his cock free of her pussy and Rose thought that Niagara falls had suddenly materialized in her pussy. Sperm began pouring from her. "Go get cleaned up," he told her.

Rose spent the next thirty minutes in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, trying to force what seemed to be a gallon of semen from her well fucked pussy. Her cervix had closed back up and she swore she could feel his seed sloshing around in her womb. She was thankful she was on the pill. All was quiet in the next room. Mark had apparently given Dixie as good a fucking as Rose had gotten. Not that she was complaining, but she wondered how they had gotten into this strange situation.

Rose found a dozen packs of unopened toothbrushes. She brushed and then returned to Gage's bed, sliding in next to him. She uncharacteristically reached out to fondle his mighty cock and was surprised when it swelled up a little. This big black guy was amazing! "Wake me up in the morning lover and we can do this again," she purred, half asleep.

Gage pulled away from her. "Sure thing babe. I gotta go piss. Back in a few." 

Rose was already half asleep when he left the room.

***************

Gage stopped off to urinate in the bathroom. After flushing, he began stroking his cock back to erection as he stepped through the door to Mark's room. A light was still on, but set to a dimmer setting. The couple on the bed were laying on their sides spooning. Mark was on the outside, his cock nestled between Dixie's ass cheeks. Gage tapped Mark on the shoulder until the black lifeguard woke up. Mark nodded and slid off the bed. Dixie moaned in displeasure, but didn't wake up.

The two black men snuck back into the bathroom and filled each other in on their nights. Mark stood and pissed inside the toilet while Gage told him about Rose's hand job and his teasing her until she was begging to be fucked. Mark laughed and bragged about his sexual trifecta- oral, inter, and anal- with Dixie. The two black men joked around together, stroking their cocks back to full erection. Neither the least uncomfortable being nude together for they had done this sort of thing many times. When they left, they switched rooms, walking towards the sleeping white women with full erections.

Gage kneeled on the bed and pulled a protesting sleepy Dixie onto all fours. "Again?" she moaned. "You're a fucking god, Mark." Dixie buried her head in the pillow.

Gage kneeled behind her and slowly pushed his cock into her well fucked pussy. She moaned in delight as he began fucking her. Gage suppressed a chuckle when he looked down at her tramp stamp. Some of Mark's sperm was still wet, but for the most part, her confederate flag tattoo was covered in a black man's dried flaky semen with a sticky wet spot here and there.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his thrusting cock. This was some good pussy. Rose too for that matter. The flag girls both had seemed starved for some big cock. Their pussies tightly gripped a big cock, vibrating and expanding whenever they came. With each vaginal contraction, Rose and Dixie's pussies contracted inwards as if trying to pull their cocks in even deeper.

"Oh Mark, your cock is amazing," she cried after her second orgasm with Gage. "It feels even thicker then the last time."

"It is a little thicker and I ain't Mark," said Gage, burying his cock and filling her womb with his seed.

"GAGE!" screamed Dixie without even looking over her shoulder. She struggled a little trying to pull away, but as soon as his sperm hit her womb, she was screaming in orgasm again, her body reversing course, pushing back into his ejaculating cock. 

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Mark was taking Rose doggy style and she was loving it. "I swear your big black cock is even deeper then last time," she moaned. He chuckled as her body began trembling as she had a large orgasm. "Only your big black cock can make me cum that hard, Gage," she cried, her voice muffled as it was buried in a pillow.

Mark stared down at the tight little puckered asshole staring up at him. It was pure and untapped. Rose had never felt a black cock or a white penis up her sweet virgin ass. Mark stuck his thumb in his mouth and wet it with his salvia. Then he grabbed her ass cheeks hard and pressed the tip of his thumb against her sphincter.

Rose squealed like a pig the second she felt pressure against it. "What are you doing?" she asked confused and trying to pull away from the thumb in her ass. "No Gage. It feels funny. Not in my ass. Take it out... OH! Shit! I'm cumming again." Rose trembled again as she came all over his thrusting cock while he worked his thumb in an out of her ass. He needed to slow down or he was going to blow soon and he wanted to break her ass in properly. Mark took every one of his conquests anally, especially the white ones. White girls could be haughty, but sodomizing them always seemed to have a humbling effect on them. He'd broken in a lot of white asses, but never two within hours of each other. Mark pulled his cock and thumb out, then guided his foot long cock up to her rosebud.

The head had pushed through her sphincter before she'd recovered from her orgasm. "WHAAA?" she grunted. "Ow! Gage, what are you doing? OW! OW! OW! Wrong hole! Jesus, Gage, stop it."

"I'm taking this fine white ass," grunted Mark, feeling his cock fighting to work it's way deeper.




The Flag Girls Get Fucked



"Ow ow OW OW! Ow," muttered Rose, her face scrunched up as his huge cock worked it's was into her bowels. "Gage it hurts. Please? OW! OH! Mmmh OW! Yes! Oh yes! No Gage, pull it out. It's too deep. Gage can't you hear me?" Rose was panting heavily as she pleaded.

"He can't here you. He's in the next room fucking Dixie."

Mark watched as she lifted her head off the pillow and looked at Gage's sex mirror on the wall. The look on her face was priceless as she stared at him. He winked and waved at their reflection before turning back to fucking her ass properly.

Rose continued to stare at the mirror. She never said another word for a good five minutes before she looked away from their reflection and buried her head in the pillow. "YES!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass, Mark." Rose moaned and then her body trembled again. She was cumming from just having her ass fucked.

Rose didn't even need to diddle herself to get off like Dixie had. When she came to her senses. Rose was sobbing and crying. She seemed genuinely upset. Mark slammed his cock forward as deep as it would go and flooded her bowels with sperm. "Do it. Fill my ass up, Mark," she moaned, still crying.

Mark's cock was finally spent and needed a rest. He pulled it out and watched her sphincter slowly close. With as much sperm as his big balls held, it always amazed him how long it took for the trickle to appear. Rose's rosebud would never again quite look the same and it didn't close all the way. It took a good fifteen seconds before a white dot appeared in the center of her sphincter and then his sperm began pouring out of her ass in a steady flow. Rose sobbed into the pillow. "What's wrong baby?" he asked, playfully smacking her ass with the flat of his hand. Spanking always humbled them too. "Didn't you like it?"

"No, I loved it."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Gage was right. I am a slut for big black cocks." Rose sobbed into the pillow. 

"Nothing wrong with that, slut," he told her. "You should be proud."

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Dixie woke up as light from the window shined into her face. She was still in Mark's bed, but it was the large more heavily muscled form of Gage sleeping beside her. They were on the covers, both still nude. She leaned up to stare down at his cock. Even soft, he looks hard, she thought. His cock was a plump ten inches and laying across his thigh. She couldn't control herself and reached down to touch it.

At first, she just caressed it, running her fingers along his shaft. Then she grabbed it and squeezed. It's hardness had been an illusion. It was huge, but completely floppy. She shook it and felt it swell in her hand. His mighty cock head swelled up like a balloon and then began to rise. She stared at the growing black cock in awe.

"Now that's how I like to wake up," groaned Gage still half asleep.

"Your black cocks are amazing," said Dixie while staring at the thick eleven inch shaft in her hand. "I've never seen anything so big as you and Mark, but then I never ever thought I'd sleep with a nigg..."

"Continue."

"Never mind," said Dixie. 

"Say the word, Dixie."

"No, I'm sorry. It was a slip."

"You were gonna say nigger. Say it. I don't mind."

"I thought you people hated the "N" word." Dixie knew she had slipped up. She hoped she hadn't upset him too much. She'd grown up with a white father and brothers who always called blacks "niggers" and her husband used the word even more then they had. Her tan face drained of color as she remembered the last time Billy Ray had used the "N" word. The had passed a black man holding hands with a white woman. "Nigger lover," Billy Ray had growled after they passed. What would he say if he knew his wife was now a nigger lover?

"It depends on the context," said Gage. "Personally, I love hearing the word nigger from a white woman's lips. I'll show you what I'm talking about. Climb up and ride my big black cock," he ordered.

Dixie felt relieved that he was still willing to fuck her after she'd slipped up. She stood up over him and lowered herself down on his cock. The head slowly pushed into her. "There it is," she moaned, feeling him swell inside her.

"Stop," he ordered. "Tell me what's inside you."

"Your cock," she gasped, wanting to just slam her pussy down over his big shaft. Instead, just his cock head was probing inside her pussy. "Your big black cock is in me."

"No Dixie. Say the word."

"Your big nigger cock is in me," she moaned.

"You may slide down now," he told her. "Who's cock stretches you out more, mine or your husband's?"

"Yours," she told him.

"Say the word."

"Your nigger cock stretches me out more."

"Good girl Dixie." Gage reached up and grabbed her tits. "Who's hands are playing with these big white titties?"

"Your strong nigger hands, Gage."

Gage chuckled. "Who's cock goes deeper?"

"Your big black nigger cock, Gage," she screamed as his cock head entered her womb. Dixie felt her thighs sit on his legs as she took his entire cock. 

"Who's cock do you want to fuck right now, Dixie? Your husbands?"

"No, I want to fuck your big black nigger cock," she cried, enjoying the game. 

"Then fuck that nigger cock you white slut."

"Yes Gage," she moaned, beginning to bounce in his lap. "I'll fuck your big black nigger cock good, Gage. I'm gonna fuck this nigger cock good. I love your nigger cock." Dixie threw her head back and ran her hands through her hair as she bounced in his lap. His hands were still squeezing her breasts roughly, teasing her nipples. "Oh god," she moaned. "I'm gonna cum, Gage. Your nigger cock is making me cum."

"Cum then Dixie. Cum all over that big nigger cock."

"YES!" Dixie screamed slamming herself down on his cock as her orgasm exploded from her loins. "CUMMING!" Dixie thrashed around for a moment before sitting back up.

"Can a little white prick make you cum like a whore, Dixie?"

"No Gage. Only big black nigger cock can make me cum like that." Dixie felt a little sad as she began bouncing in his lap again. Gage was right. Only nigger cock could do that to her body. Billy Ray could never in his wildest dreams make her cum like that. Her smallest orgasm with Gage or Mark was better then the best sex she'd ever had with her husband. Hell, getting ass fucked by Mark had been better then sex with Billy Ray. "Oh god, going to cum again," she cried. Until last night, she'd never had a multiple orgasm before. Hell, she rarely had singular orgasms. 

"Which cocks do you want to fuck from now on?"

"Only black cocks," moaned Dixie as her orgasm approached. "Only nigger cocks."

Gage laughed almost evilly. He began bucking his hips, thrusting his cock up into her. "Which cocks are superior?"

"Nigger cocks," she told him. "Almost there," she moaned.

"You on the pill?"

"NO!" She'd forgotten about that. She and Billy Ray were trying to have a baby. Gage needed to pull out, but it felt so good having a black cock ejaculate inside her womb.

"Then take my nigger seed." Gage finally released her tits, grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock as it exploded in her womb. "Gonna knock you up with a nigger baby."

"YES! CCUUMMIINNGG!" screamed Dixie so loudly, she was sure everyone in the house could hear her if not even the neighbors in the next condo. Her orgasm curled her toes, rolled her eyes up in her head, and nearly made her black out. It was her biggest cum yet and it seemed to last forever. Each squirt of Gage's cock into her fertile womb prolonged her orgasm. Blast after blast of his hot nigger seed filled her womb, filling it, then flowing out into her pussy until it dripped out onto his balls. Gage held her down on his cock until it finally quit jerking. "Soooo goood," moaned Dixie.

"And that's what I mean by context," said Gage. He slapped her ass several times. "Now get up. I gotta take a shower and get to work.

***************

"YES! CCUUMMIINNGG!" echoed through the room waking Rose. She groaned when she saw Mark laying on his side, looking at her. "Oh no," she groaned. "What have I done?"

"Having regrets, sexy?" asked Mark.

"I cheated on my fiancé. How could I do that to Jake? I slept with another man."

"Actually you slept with two men." Mark sat up on his knees. His hand was in his lap stroking his cock to erection. "Two black men."

"I'm such a slut," she sobbed, starting to cry again. Mark suddenly through his leg over her body and kneeled down over her stomach. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna fuck those big white titties."

"Oh god, you're insatiable," said Rose, looking down in awe at Mark's foot long cock. There was one sight she'd never grow used to. She wrinkled her nose in distaste when he spit in his hand and began coating his shaft with his saliva. 

"Squeeze them titties together," he told her, forcing his cock down between her bosom. Rose placed her palms on the sides of her breasts and pushed them together. They contoured themselves around Mark's cock. "You ever been titty fucked before?"

"No," she replied. Rose stared at the foot long black cock nestled between her large bosom. Mark began sliding his cock back and forth between them. She was caught off guard when his golf ball sized cock head hit her chin. "Never," she added watching her nipples growing. Despite her guilt and regrets, she was getting turned on again. 

"I'm surprised. Them big ass titties were designed for titty fucking." Mark leaned over her holding himself up with his hands. He began sliding his cock faster between her breasts.

Rose angled her head to avoid getting hit again and found the end of his cock sliding up to her nose and back down to her chin. The head brushed past her lips and she couldn't help herself. She stuck out her tongue licking the underside of his shaft as it moved past her lips. Her hands slid up the sides of her breasts until she could pinch her hard nipples while still squeezing her tits around his cock. Her nipples were sensitive and she moaned as she pinched them. His cock head slipped inside her mouth as she moaned. Rose lifted her head further, his cock head began sliding in and out of her lips, she twirled her tongue around it. Her arousal was growing. She wanted his cock down her throat, fucking her pussy or even her ass again, but he seemed determined to get off fucking her tits. She tried harder, bobbing her head now each time his cock slid into her mouth. She could feel it growing, hardening, swelling up until it felt like it might burst and then it did. Mark's hot seed filled her mouth, forcing her head back until it sprang free of her lips. Rose swallowed just as a huge load of ejaculate fanned out from his cock head covering the top of her head. He pushed himself up and pulled his cock out of her tits letting wad after wad fall to coat her soft white mounds. Milky sperm splattered on her nipples, chest, and chin. "It's so good," she groaned, licking her lips. Her body writhed on the bed wanting a cock in it.

"Have some more," said Mark, sliding up so that his cock bobbed over her open mouth. He stroked the shaft milking every drop of his seed out of it. His cum fell down onto her extended tongue and Rose swirled it around inside her mouth, loving the rich taste before swallowing it down. Once his cock was drained, Mark climbed off her. "Gotta get my shower now."

"No," she pouted, "Stay and fuck me." Rose was shocked. Had she just said that? 

"Love to, but I gotta get to work," replied Mark. "Try to sleep for awhile. You didn't get much last night. Jamon will drive you to Islamorada." Mark strolled out of the room, his half erect cock leading the way.

"God, I'm so horny," she moaned. Rose could feel a wad of cum slipping down her breast. She scooped it off with her finger and licked it clean. She fought the urge to put her fingers in her pussy. How could she actually be horny after last night, she wondered? Still her exhaustion won out and her eyes closed five minutes after Mark had left.

No sooner had Rose fallen asleep, then she felt strong hands on her ankles, spreading them open. She groggily came to her senses just as a large cock head was pushing against the entrance to her pussy. "I knew you'd change your mind," she whispered.

**************

A worn out Dixie shuffled from Mark's room to find Rose. She was still nude and didn't care. She figured Mark and Gage had already seen her naked and Jamon's room was upstairs. The bathroom door was open. Mark was standing at the toilet urinating while Gage's large body could be seen in the shower. "Good morning," said Mark looking over his shoulder.

"Morning," she replied, smiling at him. "Where's Rose?"

"I left her in Gage's room," said Mark, winking at her.

"Thanks." Dixie's eyes glanced down to his cock. She couldn't help herself. It was still almost a foot long, but hanging down limply after pissing. Dixie slowly walked to the next room, pausing as she heard the sounds of someone fucking.

"That's it Mark, give me that big black cock," growled Rose's voice through the door.

Dixie glanced back at the bathroom. Mark was getting into the shower now and Gage was toweling himself dry. What the hell was going on with Rose, she wondered? Was she dreaming? The door was open a crack and Dixie pushed it open. She slipped into the room. 

Jamon was kneeling between Rose's legs with her knees cupped in his arms. He was slowly working his hips so that the tip of his cock was working the insides of Rose's pussy. Dixie snuck against the wall near a mirror and watched. 

"Deeper Mark," begged Rose.

Jamon pushed his cock in deep and Rose moaned in satisfaction. "Any ting you want, lovely lady," he said in his island accent. 

Rose opened her eyes to see the light glittering off Jamon's gold tooth. "Aaaaaa! Your not Mark!"

Dixie's friend looked absolutely horrified to see Jamon's ugly mug leering down at her.

"No mon, I ain't Mark," he said, picking up speed with his thrusts. "Want me to take it out?"

"Unh unh unh," grunted Rose with each thrust of his cock. "Unh yes... no unh unh unh. Keep unh fucking me."

Dixie was a little surprised at her friend. Rose was deeply in love with her fiancé. She was the last person Dixie thought would ever cheat on their significant other, especially with an ugly black Jamaican. Dixie let out a little gasp when it hit her that this was Rose's third black man in less then 24 hours. And what a black man he was. Jamon was fucking her with the full length of his cock. He was every bit as long as Mark and as thick as Gage. "Lucky slut," she whispered as her arousal and jealousy grew. 

Her arousal won out. Dixie leaned back against the mirrored wall and slipped one hand down her sexy stomach, over her blonde pubic hair and between her legs. She began fingering herself while her other hand pinched her nipple. She watched this dark skinned black man fuck her very pale best friend. Rose had the white skin of a typical redhead where Dixie could have passed for a tanned Hollywood starlet. The contrast of the couple on the bed was amazing. 

"Oh Dixie, they're sooo biiig," moaned Rose.

Dixie looked down at her friend. Rose had turned to look at the mirror and spotted Dixie masturbating while watching them. "I know, Rosie," Dixie told her. "It's good too."

Rose nodded and turned to look down her stunning body at Jamon's stomach. He may have been thinner and more wiry then Mark or Gage, but his stomach was all muscle. Below that stomach was a very bushy patch of dark pubic hair and then the root of a thick black cock, glistening with her juices. "He's making me cum, Dix. They make me cum so hard."

"I know that too, Rosie," she replied.

"CUMMING!" screamed Rose bucking her hips up into Jamon's thrusting cock. 

"Me too," whispered Dixie, her fingers getting her off while watching her best friend writhe around in ecstasy as Jamon speared her with his mighty cock. Dixie had never seen anything so erotically sexy before. She wondered is she had looked as hot riding Gage that morning.

"CCUUMMIINNGG AGAIN!" screamed Rose. This time her body was leaping up to meet Jamon's thrusts. He quit pumping and held his cock buried in Rose's pussy. His head was back and he was sweating. "Fill my pussy," said Rose, still screaming loudly. "CUMMING!" 

Dixie quit playing with herself as Jamon pulled his huge cock from her friend. Rose's head was turned away from her and she was sobbing, but it was clearly from pleasure. Jamon slid off the bed and moved towards Dixie and the exit. His huge dark black cock stood straight out from his body. It was still swollen and hard as a rock so soon after cumming. A white drop of semen hung from the tip, stubbornly resisting gravity's pull. "Rest up," he told her. "I go in to work at one o'clock and you can ride with me."

Dixie nodded staring at his cock. It was still huge and hard, but had lost some of it's plumpness. The head began disappearing, but it wasn't shrinking. A thick black wrinkly foreskin was slowly enveloping it. The foreskin finally pushed the hanging drop of sperm off his pee slit and it dropped to the floor. Dixie envisioned herself falling to all fours and licking the drop up, not wanting to let it go to waste, but she didn't. Instead Dixie laid down on the bed beside Rose. Her friend was staring at the ceiling with a stunned, but contented look on her face.

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Rose felt the mattress dip as Dixie laid on her side next to her on the small bed. Dixie propped her head up with her hand and stared down at her friend. "What the hell happened, Dix?" she asked.

Dixie laughed. "I'm not sure. All I know is that when I saw that monster sticking out of Mark's legs, I had to have it. We must have been pretty drunk last night."

"We weren't drunk this morning," said Rose. "What do I tell Jake?"

"You tell him nothing dumbass. We just went a little crazy that's all. What happens in the Florida Keys stays in the Florida Keys. I for one didn't know sex could be this good. We'll just get it out of our system this weekend and then go get a room in Key West before returning back to my boring small dicked husband. No regrets."

"No regrets. Thank god I'm on the pill," said Rose. "It's safe for you too?" There was a long pause and Rose said, "Dix?"

"I went off the pill a three months ago."

"Oh dear god!" Rose turned on her side to face her dearest friend. "What if they knocked you up. You could be carrying a black man's baby."

"I know," said Dixie shivering. "I couldn't resist it. Every time one of those things went off in my pussy I had a huge orgasm. Hopefully, Billy Ray already got me pregnant. We been doing it twice a week and even had goodbye sex Thursday night and again yesterday morning before I drove to pick you up. If you can call having his little dick root around in my pussy for a few minutes sex."

"Dixie! That's your husband," said Rose reproaching her friend, but she understood completely where Dixie was coming from. "Still Dixie, it's only Saturday morning. We wont have the money wired to us until Monday. We're stuck here until then. They're going to want to fuck us again tonight and tomorrow. The cat's out of the bag. We can't refuse them."

"I don't want to refuse them. I want to fuck and suck those big nigger cocks all weekend."

"Ssshh, you fool," hushed Rose. "They'll hear you."

"Context Rosie, context." Dixie chuckled.

"I want to keep fucking them too, but it's safe for me. You need to make them wear condoms."

"Now there's a sexy sight," said Jamon walking back into the room. He was freshly showered and his dreadlocks were wet, but they still looked dirty. "Your turn Blondie," he said, tugging on his cock to make it hard and approaching the bed.

"Well I'm not about to turn down a chance to try out that monster," said Dixie. "This bed's too small. Want to go back to Mark's or your room?"