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Training A Teen Slut

By: ceemo



Thanks to tallguy220 (and his alter ego Thelonius Porksword) for his editing help. I couldn't ask for more professional and timely assistance. Of course, any errors that remain are my own.    

Day One 

"I really love the summer weather", Cindy mused, as she stepped through the doorway of the health club to be embraced by the warm late afternoon day. A soft breeze, heavy with the fragrant aroma of the azalea bushes planted beside the walk, swirled around her, gently stirred her shoulder length blond hair and gave her a rush as it caressed her bare thighs and curled under the hem of her short wrap-around skirt. She looked down at her stiffening nipples pushing against her thin cotton halter-top and wondered if a hard workout in front of a group of admiring males affected other girls like it did her. 

"Yo! Cindy! Over here."

Cindy squinted into the low sun, and saw her older brother's friend Marcus waving at her from behind the wheel of his old, black Ford F-150 truck. 

At the sight of Marcus, an image uncontrollably materialized. The image was of Marcus standing in her doorway two months ago, picking up her brother before they got their dates, dressed formally for his college graduation dance. He wore all off-white, tux, tie, cummerbund, shoes, socks, and even a cream colored carnation. His dark skin and brilliant white-toothed smile completed the picture. He was the handsomest black man she had ever met. For weeks after this brief encounter she had fantasized that he had taken her to the dance and that he was her man.     

"Hey Marcus, what are you doing here? Where's my brother?"

"He was called into work. Your cell must be off. He said he'd call to say I'd be picking you up."

"You know what? My brother's a big jerk. I can't wait 'til I get my own car and won't have to beg that asshole for rides."

She was beside the truck now, close against the open window with Marcus's arm hanging out. Her face brightened into a sexy, yet sweetly innocent, smile. 

"You're certainly not a jerk, even if you are big," she said, her smile broadening. "Thanks for coming to get me," she continued softly while lightly running the tips of her fingernails along Marcus's arm and up over his bicep. Her bright blue eyes clung to his as she moved across the front of the truck toward the passenger side door.  

Marcus leaned across the seat to open the door for Cindy while reaching down with his left hand to adjust his dick that was painfully bending up against his shorts.  His arousal had started as soon as he saw her exiting the club and his erection had blossomed into full hardness as she approached. Standing close to the truck, the sight and smell of her filled his senses.   

Marcus knew several eighteen-year-olds, but none looked anything like Cindy. In fact, most of the twenty-something girls in his college classes hadn't looked anything like Cindy. Her body was nearly perfect with long shapely legs, toned abs now visible below her tiny top, a perfect heart shaped ass and firm c-cups breasts. Her nipples were large and erect, as they nearly always were, making one assume that she was constantly aroused. Cindy climbed in and slid across the bench seat to settle next to Marcus, ignoring the fact that her skirt rode high up her smooth, perfectly tanned thighs. When she turned to put her gym bag behind the passenger seat the twisting exaggerated her cleavage, loosened her halter-top, and gave Marcus a nearly complete view of her young, though fully-developed, breasts. The sheer, clip-in-front, half-cup bra she wore was probably a size too small. Most of her dark pink areolae were exposed and little else was left to the imagination.  

"What's in this bag, Marcus?" she said as she turned back, holding the insulated bag she had found behind the seat and settled up against Marcus.  

Marcus needed a few seconds to recover from the unexpected visual treat and to get his pulse rate back to a range that would reduce the pounding in his ear drums before he could answer. 

"Beer. I was heading to the lake after I dropped you off, to relax, watch the sun set and have a cold one."

"How about we skip the drop-me-off part and I go to the lake with you? No one's going to miss me at home for sure. My mom's either still at work or out with her latest boyfriend. My brother's working, and my kid sister's at soccer camp for the week. Besides, I could really use a cold one, myself." 

"I'm cool with that. Let's go."

"But jeez, don't tell my brother! He'll kick my ass and then have my mother ground me for a month."

"No Problem, pretty lady." Marcus said.

"You're a doll", she said as she leaned in closer, danced her fingers along the inside of his leg, pressed her breast against his rib cage, and softly kissed his neck just below his ear, flicking her tongue against the sensitive skin as she pulled away. 


Cindy grabbed a beer from the bag, popped it open, took a good swallow, belched softly, looked at Marcus and smiled, "Good beer."

Marcus looked down to make sure his cock hadn't worked free. He then shifted his eyes to see if the flimsy bra was still able to contain its treasures. It was, for now. As he accelerated out of the parking lot he wondered if he should tell Cindy he also had condoms and two rolled joints in the side pocket of the cooler bag.

*****

They were parked overlooking the eastern shore of the lake at the end of a little used, narrow, dirt-track. The sun was starting to set behind the rolling hills west of the lake when they lit up the first joint. Cindy had readily agreed to smoke so he knew that smoking weed was not new to her. To appear concerned, he asked, in a soft, caring voice as he handed her the lit joint, "You sure you can handle this?"

The sexy, provocative smile reappeared on Cindy's face. She took a deep drag on the joint, held it, and slowly let her breath out as the familiar feeling of numbing lightness started low in her chest and spread outward to her extremities and her brain. Before passing the joint she took another deep hit, holding it behind the devilish smile. "There's no doubt," she thought, "pot amplifies sexual feelings." Now she was really feeling horny, and aggressive! 

The joint was passed back and forth with Cindy drawing in the last hit and flicking the roach out the window. Holding her lips tight, she rose to her knees, pulled Marcus's head in close with one hand, locked her lips on his, and exhaled slowly into his mouth, while she slowly rubbed his cock through his shorts. She then unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down below his knees as he lifted off the seat to assist her. His boxers went the same way. She held his cock in her hand and just admired it. It was big and black.  It was hard and velvety smooth. To her young eyes it was a perfect cock, the most beautiful she had ever seen. After several seconds, she pulled her eyes away from Marcus's cock, looked into his soft brown eyes and smiled broadly.   

She could feel the heat from his throbbing cock as she began gently stroking him.  She reached her left hand down and hefted his balls. They were large and heavy, covered with soft, fine black hair. She gently rolled them back and forth in her hands as Marcus moaned softly.

"Wait", Marcus said breathlessly. 

He ran his hands along her bare rib cage, slipped his fingers under the hem of her tank top and slowly raised it over her head, rubbing his thumbs across the tips of her hardened nipples on the way. Next he unhooked the bra, freeing her luscious tits. 

Marcus was in no real hurry, this gorgeous, young, white teen was his for the taking and he was going to savor every minute. He began lightly massaging her breasts and brushing his palms across her nipples. It was her turn to moan. 

While still massaging her right breast and caressing its rock-hard nipple he leaned in and began licking the other breast, starting on the sensitive underside, ending by circling and then sucking on her engorged nipple. Slowly he slipped his mouth along her nipple, capturing it between his lips and teeth, stretching it longer than seemed possible. He let her nipple go with a small popping sound, reached down and slid his hand under her skirt, rubbing her wet, hot slit through her sheer panties. 

It was her turn to rise up as he slid her panties over her hips and completely off her legs. He was now able to run his fingers along her wet womanhood with no interference. Cindy moaned louder as Marcus passed one finger along her outer lips and then entered her, while gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. The first knuckle of his finger disappeared into the moist enclosure, then the second knuckle. He extended his finger fully into her and curled the tip up making contact with her wet pulsing inner wall. He quickly found the slightly bumpy patch he was seeking, her g-spot.

"Damn, you're wet! Do you always get this wet for your men?" 

Cindy just moaned in reply, too far gone to do anything but enjoy the warmth spreading through her loins. Marcus leaned in and kissed her, his tongue probing, her tongue responding in kind. His kisses were soft and tender at first and then, seeming to sense her need, they became harder, more demanding. 

She felt two fingers in her, stretching her cunt lips, moving faster and faster, rubbing her clit. He was assaulting her mouth now, biting her lips, lashing out with his tongue, while mauling her breast and pinching her nipples hard. She knew she was close. And it was going to be a fantastic orgasm. She had never been finger fucked like this before. Older guys really knew how to treat a woman, she thought.  

He could sense she was close. Her cunt muscles were squeezing his fingers. He quickly jammed a third finger in that hot, dark pleasure palace. He watched her ass bouncing off the seat as she fucked back against his fingers. Her eyes glazed over. She had stopped stroking him and was barely touching him. He wasn't the least concerned. He would get her to satisfy him later. For now he would just enjoy the sight of this beautiful, young, teen slut spread wide before him and relish the control he had over her. 

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm Cumming!"

Marcus squeezed her clit hard and bit her nipple. She felt pain, but it was pain that somehow added to the pleasure. As this first orgasm racked her body, she fell back against the passenger door shaking uncontrollably. Marcus reached forward, drove his three large fingers deeper still into her love nest and, with no gentleness now, began violently pounding her. Before she could recover even partially from the first pleasure wave, she felt a second orgasm building. She couldn't believe what was happening to her body. As she basked in the pleasure of this second cumming on the heels of the first, she felt herself drifting off. 

Marcus was leaning against the driver-side door, lightly stroking his dick, drinking a beer and looking at her when she opened her eyes a minute later.  She was lying prone on the seat, her legs spread. Her right leg was on the floor and her left knee was bent and pressed against the seatback near Marcus. Slowly she sat up, put her arms around Marcus and gave him a passionate, wet kiss. She grabbed the beer from Marcus, took a gulp, did her soft belch, smiled and said "Thanks." 

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself. How about returning the favor?" he said, as he took her hand and placed it on his rock- hard cock. She didn't hesitate and started to stroke him again. 

"That's nice", he said, "but I want you to put it in your mouth. You've sucked cock before, right?" 

Cindy hadn't really sucked cock before. She had licked and kissed one guy's cock briefly once. That was as far as she had gone. But, she wanted to please Marcus. It was only fair, of course, after the immense pleasure she had just received from him. 


"No, I really haven't", she confessed, "but I'm willing to do it for you."

"Just start by kissing and licking my dick. Concentrate on the head. I'll tell you what to do next. I'll teach you all the things you need to know to make a guy feel good."

She lowered her lips, kissing the blood engorged head of his rigid cock. Her tongue licked around and around the rim and then, taking the initiative, she traveled the full 9-inch length down to his ball sack. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows questioningly.  

"That's it baby. You got it. Now, lick under my balls and around my balls. Oh, yeah. Oh yeah. You got it. It feels so good." 

Lowering her eyes, she licked, kissed and nibbled carefully all the way back to the bulbous head. She ran her tongue around the rim and over the top, collecting the drops of pre-cum leaking from his slit. She was pleasantly surprised that it tasted sweet, not at all salty. She licked over the slit again and collected more of the moisture. Yep, it was sweet. 

"Ok. That's enough of that. Now, take my dick head in your mouth and suck on it while you jerk me slowly with your hand. Use plenty of spit, lots of moisture."

Cindy wrapped both of her hands around his huge black member, and jerked him off slowly as she opened her mouth wide and began to suck the head of his cock. One hand just barely made it all the way around. His cock was hard but the skin was velvety smooth and soft at the same time.  His dick was leaking more pre-cum and when she swept her tongue across the slit to lap it up Marcus moaned. Encouraged by his reaction she worked her tongue around continuously as she sucked and jacked him. Strangely, she thought, those warm feelings were starting in her loins again. Could sucking a man's dick lead to an orgasm? Maybe, she would soon find out. 

Marcus was enjoying the sight of his large black cock penetrating the little white slut's red lips, her blond hair caressing his rich mahogany thighs, her mouth stretched wide, her cheeks collapsing rhythmically as she sucked and bobbed. 

"Keep sucking. Get up on your knees and spread your legs apart."

Cindy obeyed. 

"Now, move your head further down while you suck. I want you to take as much of my black cock in your mouth as you can."

Again Cindy obeyed. She wanted to please him, and increased the length of her head-bobbing stroke, moving up and down the top three or four inches of his blood-filled cock. Marcus reached around with his large beefy hand and started to caress her exposed pussy and ass-crack. She felt him slip two fingers into her wet slit and start fingering her again, slowly. The warm feelings were spreading from her loins. Was she going to have another orgasm? Until now, she didn't believe that she could have multiple orgasms so close together.  Not that she was complaining! 

Marcus's fingers were moving in synch with her bobbing head when she felt his thumb circling and pushing against her asshole! Cindy couldn't see the grin that appeared on Marcus's face. It was a grin of satisfaction. He was pleased with the way his teen slut was performing. She had a long way to go before she could deep-throat his 9-inch cock, but he knew she would get there. If he played his cards right, she would want to do anything to please him. And, he was an experienced card player.

Marcus reached under her chest and gently lifted her off his cock by her breasts. He brought her lips level with his. Putting one hand behind her head and one on her ass he drew her tight against him, kissing her passionately. She opened her mouth in response and their tongues danced a duet. 

"Baby you are the hottest." he said, breaking the kiss. "You sure you never sucked cock before?"

"Never, Marcus. I liked the feel of it in my mouth, though, and the drippings from the tip were real sweet. I hope I did it right and didn't disappoint you."

"Baby you could never disappoint me. You're the best."

By this time, Marcus had slid over to Cindy's half of the front seat and the insulated bag had ended up against his door. Marcus reached over for the bag, extracted a condom and handed it to Cindy. 

"I'm sure you know how to put on one of these."

"Yeah, we did this in seventh grade," she said with a giggle as she tore open the foil wrapper, placed the condom on the head of his cock and began unrolling it. "Only, the banana wasn't this big!" she said with another giggle.

Marcus reached over, grabbed her right leg and lifted it over his lap so she was straddling him with his one-eyed monster sticking up between them. 

"I think you're wet enough", he said, grabbing her ass with his two hands. He lifted her, positioning her snatch above his erect cock. 

Cindy looked down at the black mushroom-shaped cock-head parked at the entrance to her pussy. She wanted so badly to please Marcus. She was as aroused as she had ever been and wanted this gentle black stud to fuck her brains out. But, she was scared shitless that his huge black cock would split her apart. 

"Wait! Stop!"   Marcus struggled to keep a straight face and not laugh. He tried to show concern. He knew the little bitch had never been fucked by a big nigger cock and was probably scared out of her fucking head. He also knew she would grow to love black cock, to crave it. 

He used the kindest, gentlest voice he could muster.

"What's wrong li'l bear? Are you a virgin?"

"No, Marcus. It's just that I've never made love to anyone as big as you are."

Marcus really had to keep from laughing, now. Make love? What was the bitch slut thinking? This was fucking, pure and simple. He knew exactly what to say.

"We'll just take this real slow and easy so you can get used to big ol' Marcus'. Or if you want, I'll get dressed and we'll call it a night. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Sugar." 

Cindy wrapped her arms around Marcus's neck and hugged him with all her strength.

"Oh Marcus', you're so thoughtful. I know you'll be gentle," she said as she reached down, spread her cunt lips with her fingers and slowly lowered herself onto the head of his cock. 

And he was gentle. He extended only his head into her hot pussy and moved very slowly, in and out with only a mere inch or so penetration. Gradually, he pushed in a bit further, while talking soothingly to her.

"Does it hurt Babe? We can stop if it does?"

But of course it didn't hurt. As her cunt lips stretched to take more and more of his thick black cock the warmth spread throughout her young teen body again. She was surprised as a small orgasm quickly rippled through her body.  When his cock bottomed out and their pubic hairs were nested together he stopped and held her close, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone while flexing his groin muscles to jerk his cock inside the tight, wet enclosure. This unexpected action brought on a second small orgasm and an accompanying cry of pleasure. 

"Squeeze me with your tight hot cunt, Honey Buns." 

She didn't know if she could control those muscles exactly the way he wanted, but she tried to obey. She wanted to please this caring man who was being so considerate and treated her so kindly. She concentrated and felt her inner muscles gradually begin to squeeze Marcus's throbbing cock. Again and again she squeezed and then she felt him flicking his cock in response. As she squeezed and his cock twitched and bounced deep inside, another orgasm started to build. 

"God," she thought, "older guys new all the tricks." 

Marcus lifted her in his strong hands and dropped her, letting her free-fall onto his juice coated, rock-hard black cock. He tightened his grip on her waist, easily manipulating her feather-weight body, and drove her faster and harder up and down his throbbing, near bursting black member.  Her body was shaking and trembling. Her moans peaked with one high pitched scream and then suddenly stopped. She had passed out. 

"That's enough for the first night," Marcus thought and allowed himself to explode into the condom as he finished, effectively masturbating with her young teen body. 


Training A Teen Slut



She saw Marcus sitting behind the wheel drinking the last beer when she regained her senses. His dick was half hard and still encased in the sheath filled with his cum. She sat up using what little strength she had left. Reached for Marcus's beer, took a big swallow, performed her now familiar soft belch and smiled.

"Wow," she said.  

"Give me your panties."

Without hesitating she reached down, picked up her panties, and handed them to Marcus. He wrapped them around his dick and used them to remove the cum-filled condom without soiling his hands. After wiping his now soft dick and his balls with the clean part of the panties he tossed the soggy mess out the window. 

"Next time," he thought, "I won't use a condom and I'll have the little bitch clean my dick with her mouth."

Cindy pushed her skirt down, retrieved and put on her bra and halter-top and, with a smile on her face, told herself that next time she would have to bring a washcloth or a second pair of panties.

*******

As they pulled into the apartment complex, Marcus nudged Cindy who had fallen asleep against him on the short ride from the lake. 

"Wake up Babe. You're home." 

Marcus parked the truck. He gently pulled Cindy close, leaned over and softly kissed her slightly parted lips. "You're the greatest, Cindy." 

"That was fantastic, Marcus. Remember now, you promised not to tell my brother I had a beer with you at the lake," she said as a big smile erupted. 

Marcus returned the smile.

"My lips are sealed Sugar," he replied as Cindy climbed from the truck.

"This bitch is going to make my summer," he thought, as he pulled onto the main road. 

He couldn't wait to continue her education. In a few days she would be craving more and more of his black cock. She would deep-throat him, let him fuck her tits while he came all over her lily-white face and beg him to take her in the ass. Then, if she learned everything real good, he might even take her to the club and let her meet the other brothers.

Day Two 

Eighteen-year-old Cindy awoke with the sun well on its way to its zenith. A warm, soft summer breeze drifted through the open window and across her erect nipples, making them poke up like two miniature teepees against the 300-count cotton sheet covering her naked body. As she uncoiled and stretched her body to its fullest extent the sheet slid off her luscious c-cup breasts allowing the breeze to directly caress her nearly bursting nipples. 

A rush shuddered through her body caused in part by the breeze swirling on her nakedness but more so by the erotic images swirling through her head from last night. She pictured herself astride Marcus on the front seat of his Ford F-150 truck with his strong, large hands wrapped firmly around her waist driving her fast and hard up and down his massive, black cock, her body shaking and trembling. She remembered screaming as she experienced her third or fourth orgasm of the night - she had really lost count.

Her hands slid beneath the sheet and slowly, tenderly, gingerly her fingers began circling her slick swollen outer pussy lips. She was, admittedly, a little sore. It's not like she had been a virgin last night. She had been with a few boys before Marcus. But, that's all they were, just boys. Marcus was her first experience with a man, a real man who not only knew how to treat a woman, but had the most impressive dick she had yet seen. It was thick and long with a large mushroom shaped head and he had been so careful and gentle when he entered her.  

Now she couldn't wait. Sore or not she plunged her hand into her moist pussy and began to finger herself as fast as she could while rubbing her clit frantically. Her pounding hand made sucking and slurping sounds as it withdrew and then plunged back into her now sloppy honey hole. The frantic fingering and the vision of Marcus's dick stretching her pussy lips to the maximum drove her to a shuddering orgasm. 

She had never brought herself off like this before. God, she was falling in love with that man.

"I wonder if Marcus feels the same way?" she said aloud as she lay spread-eagle, recovering her breath and basking in the warmth of the post-orgasmic glow and the summer breeze. 

Leaving the bed and walking into the shower she recalled her first real blow job experience last night. Willingly she had wrapped her lips around this older guy's dick, enjoying the feel of the blood-engorged shaft, soft and velvety yet hard and throbbing, as she sucked and slid her mouth up and down, following his instructions. She particularly relished the sweet taste of his pre-cum that she licked up with her tongue. She wasn't able to finish the job though. He had pulled her head off before he came in her mouth, then lifted her like a rag doll and placed her gently on his fully aroused, rock-hard black cock and proceeded to give her the best fuck of her young life. 

"I wonder if he was as satisfied as I was," she thought. "If not, I'll try harder next time. I'll do whatever he wants," she sighed to herself. 

"Of course", she smiled and said aloud, "he'll have to keep bringing the pot - sex and drugs, not a bad combination."

Cindy stood naked in front of her bathroom mirror blow drying her shoulder length blond hair when her cell phone, which was lying on the counter near the door, rang. Before answering she looked at the display and saw it was him.

"Hi Marcus. How you doin'?" she said with a smile in her voice.

"Hey Babe, good news, I'm through at noon today. We're not getting the afternoon shipment so the boss is sending some of us home early. I'll clean up and then swing by to pick you up at 1:00. We'll go for a ride, maybe get some lunch or hit the beach? What do you think?"

"Why not just come over here and hang with me. I'm all alone. Mom and my brother are working and my little sister's still at soccer camp."

"Great, I'll be over at 1:00. See you then", Marcus said. He didn't disconnect immediately, however. He knew what she was going to ask and he waited until he heard the expected request.

"Wait! Uh, Marcus. Could you ah, bring some ah, you know, umm what we had last night? Cindy stammered.

"Yeah, sure babe, I know what you want. Don't worry your little head. I'll bring as much as you can handle and maybe even some Captain Morgan Gold." he said smoothly.

"Thanks Marcus. Hurry, I miss you."

Marcus folded his phone, slipped it into his pocket and adjusted his already hardening cock as he began to imagine how far the little bitch's training would progress this afternoon.

****

Marcus pulled into the condo complex with the bag holding the pot, the rum and some ice cold cans of Coke on the seat beside him. 

"No need for condoms this time," he thought, licking his lips and grinning. 

Cindy must have been waiting by the door and watching because it opened before he reached the top step. He couldn't get over how hot this eighteen-year-old was. None of the girls in his college graduating class had had a body like her fully developed one. The tiny nylon running shorts and the high-heel sandals she wore accentuated her long shapely legs. Her obviously braless, firm, c-cup breasts with their fully erect nipples were clearly outlined beneath what was most likely one of her brother's college t-shirts that had been trimmed short, exposing her well toned midriff and the beginning rise of her breasts.

He stepped into the condo and barely had time to put his package on the foyer table before she had her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts crushing against his skin tight mesh shirt, her crotch rubbing against him like a dog in heat, her luscious full lips open against his and her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. 

Marcus slipped his strong hands around her heart-shaped ass, squeezed her firm yet pliable cheeks and pulled her crotch in tighter while lifting her slightly so his dick would press against what he knew was her already moist cunt. . 

"God," she thought, "I feel so good in this man's arms." She could feel him already hard against her as she leaned her head back, looked in his eyes and smiled.  "Wow, just like I remembered. Damn, you feel good," she said as Marcus removed his right hand from her ass, slid it forward under her t-shirt and began gently caressing her breasts, softly rolling first one and then the other nipple between his strong fingers. So gentle, such a nice man, Cindy sighed silently to herself.

Cindy leaned away still looking into his warm, deep-brown eyes, now holding his left hand in her right while he continued to gently, caringly fondle her soft naked breasts. Her eyes were glazing over from the arousal his ministrations were creating. She tilted her head slightly and smiled as a soft moan escaped her lips. 

"Did you bring me a present?" she was finally able to ask. 

"Of course Babe," came his reply, as he gave one of her nipples a firm tweak, removed his hand from her soft flesh, picked up the bag he had brought and held it extended in front of her eyes. "It's in here."

She led him further into the condo, to the couch in the family room, and sat down. Instead of joining her he remained standing, opened the bag, reached in, and removed a plastic baggie containing enough pot for several joints and a packet of Zig-Zag rolling papers. 

"Here, roll some joints while I go into the kitchen and make us a couple of drinks", he said tossing the baggie on the glass-topped coffee table in front of the couch.

"And don't light up without me. Wait until I get back," he said in a tone which caused her to quickly turn her head and stare up at him towering over her.  

She thought she saw a subtle change in his features. His jaw had become firmer and a cold steely glint seemed to take over his eyes sending a slight shiver through her body. But then quickly his features changed again. The soft smile and warm brown eyes returned before he turned and headed for the kitchen, making her wonder if she had imagined the brief change. 

Cindy removed the Zig-Zag papers from the baggie and inspected the pot. It was clean, no seeds, no stems and would roll easily. She noticed her hands were shaking slightly as she filled the center of the paper and started to roll it tight. She always got a little jittery she realized, before she smoked but as soon as she took a few hits she felt fine and calmed down. She licked the paper, pressed it closed and twisted the ends, sealing the joint. She placed the rolled joint in the ashtray next to the Bic butane lighter and reached for a second paper.

Before she touched the paper however, she stopped, looked at the rolled joint and thought of what Marcus had said. Of course he didn't mean it. What was the harm if she took a few hits before he returned. Besides, she already decided she needed something to calm her nerves. 

She picked up the joint, placed it between her lips, grabbed the Bic and flicked it four times before the bluish butane flame sparked to life. She extinguished the lighter and took her first hit of the day. She held it for several seconds with her mouth clamped shut while the familiar feelings started in her chest and expanded throughout her body. She released her breath and immediately drew in another deep drag. This one she held longer before releasing it. Cindy snuffed out the partially smoked joint, laid it on the edge of the ashtray and reached for the papers to begin rolling the second joint. She saw that her hands were no longer shaking.  

Meanwhile, Marcus was in the kitchen watching her from the doorway where he had stopped. When he saw Cindy take her two deep hits, he chuckled silently to himself. It's time to proceed with the next step in the little slut's training, he thought with obvious relish. I'll have to punish the bitch for disobeying me. Introduce her to pain. Not hurt her, just a little pain so she knows who's in charge and what happens if she disobeys. 

He turned and walked to the kitchen counter to mix the drinks. He sported a full grin and his dick, which had relaxed somewhat since the encounter at the front door, had started to harden again.

Marcus arranged two tall glasses filled with ice on the counter, some lime slices that he had found in the vegetable tray of the refrigerator to his pleasant surprise, the bottle of Captain Morgan rum and the cans of Coke. He poured a stiff shot of rum into one of the ice filled glasses, topped it off with some Coke, squeezed in a little lime juice and rubbed the lime slice on the rim of the glass before dropping it on top of the mixed drink. He repeated the procedure with the second set-up but left out the rum. This second drink, the rum-less one, was for him.

"All set with the drinks." he said as he re-entered the family room holding both drinks. He headed for the couch and the coffee table where Cindy was just twisting the ends of the third rolled joint. Marcus carefully placed the rum drink close to Cindy, placed his rum-free drink close to him, an uncomfortable reach for her. 

"What's this?" Marcus said as he stared at the half-smoked joint, pretending to just notice it.  This time there was no doubt that his voice was tinged with anger and the soft brown eyes and smiling face had morphed into the cold stare she had glimpsed earlier. 

" I'm ah, I 'm sorry Marcus. I didn't think you'd mind if I started without you." Cindy said lowering her eyes submissively.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said don't start without me."

His right hand shot forward, grabbed her nipple and a knot of tit flesh through her t-shirt and twisted painfully. At the same time he grasped a handful of her hair, pulled her head forward and stifled her scream with a kiss. 

The pain shot through her breast and the scream died in her throat, blocked by his kiss. She felt his hand suddenly release the vice-like pressure on her nipple and as quickly as it began, the pain started to subside. He was now probing her mouth with his tongue and softly, carefully massaging away the throbbing pain in her nipple. 

As he relaxed his grip and ran the palm of his hand over her nipple, he felt her body tremble. He knew that residual weaker surges of pain would be radiating from her abused nipple. He continued to fondle her full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb across the over-excited nipple, enjoying her squirming in his arms.

These white bitches never seemed to fully understand the nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure. He would delight in teaching Cindy. Oh yes, he would enjoy humiliating her and teaching her all about the pleasure of pain, and pleasing his cock.

"Sorry Babe, I didn't mean to hurt you." His soothing voice broke through the confusing feelings of pain and pleasure he had created in her. "I just wanted to share with you, Baby. You know, do things together, like a couple. I got upset that you didn't listen to what I said and wait for me."

"I'm sorry Marcus. I won't do it again. I'll do what you say," she apologized while a few tears trickled from her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheek. "It won't happen again. I promise."

"I know it won't, Babe." Marcus said as he leaned in, kissing and licking the tears from her cheeks, and continuing to gently stroke her bruised nipple. 

"Here, have a drink and let's finish the joint."  

She was still confused about the mixed feelings that were coursing through her body as Marcus handed her the drink. The drink was strong, she thought, taking a good sized swallow, but it was cold and refreshing. Smoking joints always dried out her mouth. She took a second, bigger gulp and lost her train-of-thought.

Marcus had picked-up the half-smoked joint and recharged it with one flick of the Bic. He took a small hit and passed it to the confused eighteen year-old sitting on the couch. Picking up his drink he walked across the carpeted room to the recliner in the corner, sank down into the overly comfortable chair and watched his teen beauty get high on rum and pot as he sipped his Coke and lime drink. His dick was fully hard now and begging to be released. "Let the training continue," he thought.

"You know what, Babe? You're really hot", he said from across the room. "You must be so proud of your great body. It's beautiful, your face, your hair, your tits, and great legs. You have an ass to die for. You're perfect!" he said placing his drink on the small table beside the recliner and flashing his 1,000 watt smile.

Cindy was sitting on the couch across the room from him, laid back with her legs splayed and toes barely touching the plush carpet. She was feeling warm and light-headed from the rum and the joint. But, she was also glowing with pride as her man showered her with compliments. He must truly like her. She knew she would be able to satisfy him.

"Let me see your beautiful body. Stand up and strip for me." He ordered. 

Smiling, glassy eyed, she rose on shaky legs. She reached out to hold the end of the couch to stabilize herself until her light-headedness settled. Still a little wobbly, but standing unsupported, she kicked off her shoes and slowly raised her brother's trimmed down college t-shirt above her head and threw it on the floor. 

She slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her thin nylon running shorts and, bending at the waist, began to slide them over her curvaceous hips. The integral mesh liner clung to her sopping wet pussy as the waistband moved down. The liner stretched and finally broke free as Cindy continued sliding the tiny running shorts to the floor. 

She stepped out of the shorts and left them on the floor at her feet. She righted herself, smiled and looked at her handsome black lover sitting across the room from her. Judging by the tenting bulge in his shorts, she saw he was enjoying the view.

Marcus had seen the bruising around the nipple on her left breast as soon as her t-shirt was lifted. "It was her own damn fault," he rationalized. Next time though, he would have to be a bit more careful to not damage the merchandise. 

"No, don't straighten up. I like it when your tits hang down and sway. Better yet, get down on your hands and knees," he commanded.

Cindy quickly complied. On all fours, with her tits hanging free of her young body she raised her eyes and smiled at Marcus.  

"Now, move 'em, Babe." 

She began to slowly rotate her upper body, her tits swaying from side to side with the motion. It felt good to be pleasing her man. She was proud of her body, proud of the way her breasts looked and she was only too willing to display herself for her man's pleasure.

"Ah, that's nice," he said. "Now crawl, Baby. Crawl to me."

With her head held high, her hair hanging down, her tits swaying, her heart-shaped ass rolling with each crawl step, she moved sensuously across the carpet toward the handsome, muscular black man waiting for her. Damn, she never realized how erotic it could be displaying herself for a man. Her pussy was getting soaking wet just pleasing him. 

"This bitch learns fast," Marcus thought, as he unzipped, slipped his shorts and boxers smoothly off his legs and freed his swollen cock.  

Cindy watched as his huge black cock sprung free, pointing straight up. She could feel, and even smell, her own juices seeping from her swollen pussy lips and smearing the inside of her thighs making them wet and slick. She could see Marcus's cock pulsing and twitching with his pre-cum glistening on the head.

The rum, the pot, and the sexual arousal, produced a trance like state moving her forward, bringing her lips ever closer to the large head of his black cock. Reaching her goal, she wrapped her hands around his cock and fed the blood filled head into her open, inviting lips. 

Marcus's dick harden, the slit expand to release more pre-cum. As she ran her lips down the glistening shaft, she used her tongue, as he had taught her, to massage the head, licking up all the pre-cum she could, moving it to the back of her tongue and swallowing. The taste was as sweet as she remembered.




Training A Teen Slut



Her lips opened wide as she began her slow journey down his shaft and back up to where her lips clung to the underside of the large head while her tongue continued to caress the rough skin around the leaking slit. She couldn't take all of him in her mouth, but she was determined to do better than she had last night. So, she repeated the movement of her lips, going down further with each repetition until she felt his massive cock touch the back of her mouth, poised at her throat opening. It was then that she heard Marcus moan. 

"Yes," he said, "suck that black cock with those pretty red lips. You like my black cock don't you, Babe."

"Mmm, mmm, mmmmm" she replied. It was the only sound she could make with her mouth filled with his cock and it set up a rippling vibration along Marcus's dick as she slowly slid back up his shaft. This brought an even more vocal response from Marcus.

"Arggh! Yes! Harder! Suck my black cock you white bitch! Suck it you slut!"

Cindy was surprised to hear Marcus call her a bitch and a slut, but she knew it was just the lust talking. She knew because she was being driven to unprecedented levels of lust herself and the words didn't offend her, they encouraged her to suck harder and faster. 

Marcus reached down and grabbed Cindy's nipples, and began tugging on them and rolling them between his fingers, not so gently this time. Cindy moaned and picked up the pace of her bobbing and sucking. Still she was not able to get all of him in her mouth. He was just too big.

This bitch is getting better but I have to get her to deep-throat a dick if she's going to be any good at sucking cock, thought Marcus. So, he grabbed her head in his hands, stopped her piston motion and slowly slipped her lips off his dick. 

He had to admit he was looking at one of the sexiest, most erotic sights he had ever seen. This eighteen-year-old white bitch, who was doing all she could to please him, was looking up at him with her doe-eyed stare, wondering, he was sure, if she had done something wrong. A stringy, wet saliva bridge had formed from the head of his dick to her full red lips with bubbles of foam on his dick head and in the corners of her mouth.  

"Wait, stand up," he said, breaking the erotic vision. Bend at the waist and it will give you a better angle so you can take more of this dick you love into your mouth. Let it slide down your throat."   

Cindy stood and bent over as her lover commanded. She placed her hands on his massive, muscular thighs for balance, opened her mouth wide, slid her lips over the mushroom shaped head and pushed her head down the shaft while her tongue continually licked and circled the velvety skin. She felt the cock head reach the back of her mouth and slip ever so slightly into her throat. She started to gag and pulled up quickly. After catching her breath she repeated the procedure. This time she let the head slip further into her throat and was able to control her gag reflex. 

"Oh, Baby! Oh Shit! You are fucking fantastic," Marcus praised her and moaned loudly. "Shit, that's it bitch. You are now my cock-sucking slut."

Cindy smiled with satisfaction to herself, elated that she could please her man! Feeling ever more comfortable with this new position and technique, she started sucking harder, bobbing her head faster, and swallowing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. 

Well, well, Marcus thought, this bitch has finally caught on. He reached down grabbed her nipples in his large fingers, squeezed and twisted hard. Cindy moaned around his dick as he mauled her nipples. 

The pain was real, yet she didn't stop her sucking and bobbing. The combination of pleasure and pain caused her to moan steadily around the now throbbing engorged cock. The harder Marcus pulled and squeezed on her breasts, the harder she sucked, the harder she worked her tongue. 

Cindy's moaning was setting up a vibration along the full length of Marcus's dick now that was driving him mad with lust. His balls were tightening and he knew he was ready to explode his seed into this white slut's open throat. 

Marcus let go of her nipples, wrapped two fistfuls of her hair around his hands, grabbed her head firmly and took control. He began forcing her head up and down faster, lifting his ass off the chair with each stroke to fuck his cock deep down her throat. Her lips were slamming against his pubic bone on every down-stroke now. His balls tightened and with a roar he spewed his first load of cum directly down her throat. The second eruption splashed against the back of her mouth, while the final spurts ricocheted off her tongue, coating the rest of her mouth.  

Cindy swallowed and swallowed as Marcus erupted down her throat and in her mouth. She couldn't prevent some of the stringy liquid leaking from her mouth, running down her chin, dribbling on her tits, on his thighs, and on the chair cushion. 

Her pussy had never been so wet. She swore she would have had an orgasm from giving her man a blow job if she had gone on much longer. 

"Baby you are the best", he said as he pushed back into the seat spent, as satisfied as he had ever been with a blow job. Marcus reached out with a finger and scooped up some of the cum that had landed on her tits. 

"Here, Babe, lick it clean," he said as he pushed his finger between her lips. "You were a little sloppy and made a mess. Now clean it up, all of it."

She actually liked the taste of his cum and quickly began cleaning them both, licking where she could reach and scooping it into her mouth with her fingers where her tongue wouldn't reach, all the while looking at him, smiling and seeking his approval.

She first ran her finger along the underside of his cock squeezing the last bit of cum into her mouth. 

Then she licked his cock clean, starting at the head and working down to the base. From there she vacuumed his balls, continuing back, just short of his asshole.  Her tongue darted out quickly to capture a glob she spied on his inner thigh. 

Satisfied she had not missed a spot on her lover, she switched her attention to her own body. She licked the cum from her nipples, scooped up with her fingers what she could not reach with her tongue and transferred it to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean and ran her tongue around her lips to lap up the last remnants of her stud's explosion.

Marcus found the last bit of dribbled cum on the leather seat of the recliner, pointed it out to Cindy and she dutifully licked it clean. 

Then, with a big grin, Cindy climbed atop Marcus, wrapped her arms around his neck, straddled his lap and rubbed her steaming pussy against his now deflated cock. They kissed and she moaned softly into his mouth while she continued to rub her swollen clit along his limp dick.

Now for the next step, Marcus thought, to get this bitch further in my power. 

Marcus rose effortlessly on his rock solid legs with Cindy still clinging to him. He turned, pried her free and plopped her unceremoniously into the recliner. As she sank into the soft leather he grabbed her thighs, his long thick fingers almost encircling them, spread her legs apart and pulled her forward so her ass was half-hanging off the edge of the leather seat.

Kneeling in front of her, he slid his hands under her knees, lifted and rested her legs on his shoulders.  Before diving into the luscious treat spread before him, he looked up at her with a hint of a grin on his face and his lips separated slightly by the tip of his heavy tongue. The beautiful blond teen stared back at him wide-eyed, her mouth open, in awe of this strong muscular black stud.

Marcus's gaze drifted down to her swollen clit that was protruding from its protective sheath. He scraped his nail very, very lightly along its length and watched as it grew larger still and protruded further from its hiding spot. He also watched the reaction of the blond, blue-eyed teen. Her eyes glazed over and then he saw and felt a tremor travel the length of her body ending with her legs involuntarily twitching and straightening, brushing along side his ears. "She's not going to last long," he thought.   

Cindy moaned loudly as Marcus dragged a finger along her swollen, wet outer lips and then slowly entered her to his second knuckle while gently rubbing her enlarged clit with his thumb. As he slipped his finger further into her moist enclosure he leaned in, closed his lips firmly around her swollen-to-bursting clit and began feverishly attacking it with the tip of his tongue. He pressed his finger in further and rubbed it along her pulsing inner wall. 

When he found the slightly bumpy patch he was seeking, her g-spot, Cindy went wild. She raised her hips off the smooth leather seat pushing back furiously trying to increase the friction on her clit and drive his finger deeper. But, just as quickly as he had entered her he withdrew his finger from her dripping pussy and his lips from her throbbing clit. 

"God, don't stop! Don't stop!" she pleaded.

But, Marcus did stop. He wanted to extend her pleasure, drag it out to create the ultimate thunderous, mind-blowing orgasm for her.  He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. The taste of their love fluids was sharp on their tongue. Cindy's twitching and shaking faded as she slowly slipped back from the brink.

He started his lips on a slow sensuous, journey down her lush body. Dragging his tongue, he kissed and nibbled his way across her face, her ears and down her neck. He continued along the rise of her breasts, stopping at first one and then the other rock hard nipple, using his pearly white teeth to producing extreme pleasure and then brief sharp pain which elicited a sudden intake of breath from Cindy, but no complaint. He paused at her naval, working his tongue around, in and out at a feverous pitch, simulating the attack he would soon launch against her most sensitive opening.   

Then Marcus was back at his objective, poised again above her hot teen pussy, smelling the sweet honey juices that were flowing from her, coating her thighs and running along her crotch to collect in her beautiful pink puckered asshole. He extended his broad thick tongue, ran it rapidly along her wet slit several times, lapped vigorously around her engorged clit and plunged it between the easily parted swollen outer vulva lips. Penetrating her inner lips with the same ease, he pressed his mouth hard against her raging hot opening, getting maximum penetration for his long, thick tongue which was now attacking her cunt walls with unbridled fury. 

Cindy just moaned in reply to this assault. She could do nothing but enjoy the feelings building to previously unimaginable heights that spread from her loins to her entire body. She threw her head back and rocked it from side-to-side, her tongue protruding from the corner of her open mouth and drool seeping onto her chin. a series of high-pitched moans emanated from deep in her throat and filled the room. 

Coiling and uncoiling his tongue he penetrated the young white bitch to depths her little white boyfriends had never plumbed with their boyish dicks. With his left thumb he began to rub her clit. With the middle finger of his right hand he circled her lubricated anus kneading the surrounding dimpled skin and slightly penetrating her puckered hole with each pass. 

He knew she was close. Her moaning was continuous and high pitched. Her cunt muscles were squeezing his tongue, her feet were extended straight and shaking uncontrollably, her ass was lifting off the chair cushion pushing violently against the invading tongue and rubbing fingers. Her hands had clamped onto the back of his head to trap him against her dripping snatch. When he jammed his thick broad middle finger that was probing her anus deep into that nether space she went into a massive orgasm. 

She again surprised him. She was a squirter! A gush of orgasmic fluid splashed out of her, hitting his mouth and leaking from the now loose seal between his lips and her skin. He loved it! He drank in the heavenly nectar and smiled inwardly. This slut was going to be hard to let go. He might even want to keep her.

Cindy was oblivious to all but the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her. Her body was being violently wracked with spasms of pleasure. The burst of liquid was a surprise to her; never before had her orgasm been accompanied by such a spray. Never before had her orgasm brought her such indescribable pleasure. Her pupils dilated, her eyes rolled up beneath her lids and she felt herself drifting off, the smile never leaving her face. 

Cindy opened her eyes a brief minute later and found the soaking wet, but broadly grinning face of her man Marcus between her spread legs, his bright eyes staring back at her.

"Well, what do you think? Like being my slut?" he said with his grin widening and his eyes sparkling brighter.  

"I love being your slut!" she said as she reached up and began kissing him and licking her juices from his face.    

They walked back to the couch, still naked, hip-to-hip with her arm around his waist and his right arm wrapped around her shoulder and cradling her breast while his left carried his glass of Coke and melting ice. Cindy plopped on the couch, leaned back in the corner with one leg bent, her knee resting against the back of the couch, and her other leg dangling off the front edge with her toes just scraping the carpeted floor. 

Marcus bent over, put his glass down, picked-up the second joint she had rolled earlier, lit it, took a short toke and handed it to her. He then grabbed the glasses and headed off to the kitchen to mix some more drinks. 

In the kitchen Marcus mixed Cindy another strong rum and Coke while making himself a weak one. After all he had to relax and regain his strength somehow. He washed his hands and face and cleaned up the kitchen, repacking the remaining rum and Coke. He surely didn't want the family to see a mess, start questioning what had gone on this afternoon, and asking whom she had invited over. 

Marcus returned to the family room as Cindy was just finishing the second joint. She scooted over to make room for him as he handed her the drink and placed his own on the coffee table. She took a gulp of her drink to sooth her parched mouth.

Marcus sat down in the corner of the couch, resting an arm on the couch back and Cindy slid tight against him placing her hand on his massive, muscular thigh, rubbing it a few times and giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked at his flaccid dick as she did this and she saw it stir slightly.    

They both sat for a minute looking at each other, saying nothing, sipping their drinks and communicating through a series of smiles, raised eyebrows and soft sighs. Marcus placed his drink down, dropped his arm around Cindy, pulled her close and kissed her softly. Cindy was the first to speak when their lips parted.

"I've never felt so satisfied before from having sex," she said locking her slightly moist blue eyes onto his deep browns.

"You're the best babe. I'm glad I could satisfy you," Marcus responded.

"Did I take care of you, Marcus? Was I good? Did I learn to do it right?' she said, not being able to bring herself to say 'Did I suck your cock like a slut?' at what she felt was a tender, romantic moment. 

"Honey, you're the best. None better," he said and squeezed her shoulder pulling her in tighter. "I've never seen a girl cum so violently as you did. I get excited just thinking about it," he said giving her his 1,000 watt smile. "This bitch is a real surprise," he thought. "She is going to make one hell of a slut."

"I've never had anyone excite me that way and do those things to me before. I never had anyone talk to me like you did. And I just went crazy when you ah, you know, ah, put your ah, finger in my ah, backside", she stammered.

He smiled at her and squeezed her shoulder again in response. She scraped her nails along his leg and gently squeezed his thigh again. Sure enough, his dick was twitching and awakening. She put her drink down, leaned into him, kissed him with passion and moved her left hand to fondle his balls and rub his cock.

Marcus jumped from the icy coldness of the hand that had been holding her drink. She noticed his reaction and apologized. 

"Cold? Sorry. Here, let me fix that," she said as she leaned low over his balls, blew warm moist air from her hot little mouth and licked them softly while she continued to slowly stroke his thick, black cock. "I like the way I can get my man to respond," she thought. "He must really like me."

"Get me hard, Baby. I want to fuck you," he said as he moved her parted lips over the head of his restless cock. 

Cindy opened her mouth, slipped her lips over the awakening monster and immediately experienced a rush of familiar feelings. She licked and sucked the head briefly and then plunged full to the root of his semi-hard dick. She held his cock captive in her closed mouth, her tongue working along the full length and girth of the swelling member. She raised her head slowly, her sucking creating sharp concave depressions on her cheeks. She plunged rapidly to the base of what she now thought of as 'her' cock and repeated the slow sucking rise to the head. A few more assaults like this and she pulled her mouth from him. With a loud 'plop' his cock broke free of her lips, bounced off his stomach and after a few oscillations settled rock hard pointing straight up.

"Is that hard enough, Hon?"

"Yeah, Babe. That'll do."

Marcus knelt on the floor in front of Cindy, pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, grabbed her ankles and placed her feet spread far apart. He was not being gentle this time. "This was the time to fuck her hard," he said to himself. "I am going to treat her like the slut she is and take her like I should."

He wrapped his thick fingers around his steel hard cock and placed it against the slut's love hole with just enough penetration to keep it in place while he took the few seconds needed to snake his arms under her legs, outside her hips and to wrap his thick black hands around her slim white waist. 

Now, poised and ready he looked up at his slut. Yes, his slut, his to do with as he liked. She was staring wide-eyed and her breathing was rapid and loud through her open mouth. 

The massive, well defined muscles on his arms, back and thighs tensed and, with what could only be described as a lecherous grin spreading across his face, he drove his fully extended, rock hard cock, with utter abandon into the young white pussy spread out before him.

The bitch surprised him again! She was soaking wet. Both sets of her pussy lips parted with ease as he filled her fully almost instantly. Thinking that she would have had no time to react to his onslaught he was further surprised when he felt her cunt muscles clamp hard around his cock as he withdrew slowly for a second thrust. His second thrust was met in kind by her. She lifted her ass off the couch cushion, pushed her hands against the base of the seat back for leverage and drove her pubes hard against her lover. The bitch was actually smiling!

Empowered with growing lust and anger, Marcus grabbed her ankles, rose to his feet, and thrust her feet back above her shoulders holding them trapped and spread against the top of the couch. She was now spread wide open in front of him, pussy to asshole. Her young breasts remained firm, not sagging, with their nipples swelling to outrageous size. 

Now, in a position of complete control with powerful leverage from his feet set firmly on the floor he thrust his steel tool deep into her hot love canal and began to fuck her hard and fast, pounding her ferociously. Relentlessly he continued to drive into her. As her high-pitched moaning reached ear- damaging levels he accelerated further. 

"Are you my slut, my white slut?" Marcus shouted.




Training A Teen Slut



"Yes! Marcus. Yes! Yes! Aahhggg. I'm cummmming. I'm cummmmming!" she screamed

And Marcus could feel his dick sloshing through the released fluid. He could see her body reacting spasmodically as it was being tormented with pulses of pleasure. Her head swung violently from side and spittle sprayed from her mouth.

"Are you born to please me? Are you my white bitch, my black cock slut?" He screamed to be heard above her orgasmic moaning. 

"Yes, Yes, Yes! Fuck me!"

She came again, less violently, but still obvious to Marcus. He had her now. She was his to use for as long as he wanted her. He was getting close himself, but he had one more position to use before he let himself explode inside of her. 

She really was a featherweight he thought, as he released her legs, lifted her off his dick, spun her around and placed her on all fours with her head lowered to the couch cushions. She was perfectly posed with her head down, her ass in the air, her legs spread and her dripping pussy and pink pucker hole exposed. He had a brief thought of plunging his aching dick into her ass but he would wait, save that for another time. 

She was soaking wet and offered no resistance when without preamble he plunged his rod, to the root, into her cunt. This elicited a deep, low moan from Cindy. He stopped, holding his cock inserted to the hilt. In this position it reached places not yet explored. He proceeded slowly to fuck her, deep and slow, leaving just a portion of the bulbous head inserted on the out-stroke and the entire steel hard tool fully buried on the in-stroke. 

He slid the thick middle finger of his right hand along the crack of her beautiful ass, pushing her juices like a small wave before him toward her pink pucker hole. He wasted no time with preambles and pushed his finger, up to the first knuckle, into the dark abyss as soon as it crossed the wet, slimy rim. This elicited another moan. "Good, the bitch is at least conscious," he thought, smiling to himself.   "Man, she's tight," he thought, but he was in, he had a finger-hold, and he began to expand his probing. He rotated his finger while plunging it in and out of her asshole in synchronism with his slowly driving cock. With each penetration he pushed his finger further and further into her nether hole. Her anal ring gave way as his big knuckle passed through. 

The ring clamped down behind his knuckle, but no longer as tight. He continued this procedure, pulling his finger nearly all the way out on each upstroke. The knuckles now passed easily through the ring. At the top of the next stroke he saw that her pucker hole was not so puckered anymore. He had a vision of her asshole fully dilated with his dick poised to ravage her last virgin hole and had to again fight the urge to fuck her in the ass now. Instead, he removed his middle finger at the top of the next stroke and jammed in his thicker, larger-knuckled thumb. 

This further humiliation and violation of her anus elicited a scream. Her scream, the reaction of her asshole to his fingering, and his dreams of anal conquest had excited him to the point of no return. He increased his speed, pounded harder and faster in her sloppy cunt, banging against her cervix. She responded like the good slut she had become. Her cunt muscles squeezed and milked his dick as it pistoned in and out, faster and faster. Her moaning was now constant  

"I'm cumming! I'm cummiing," she shouted as Marcus's driving thrusts proceeded at blinding speed and her body was wracked with another orgasm.   "You are my black cock slut!" he shouted. "My white bitch slut that obeys me! Tell me you are my slut and you want me to cum in your tight white cunt now!

"Yes! Yes! I am your white slut. I want your big black cock. Cum in my cunt now, now! 

"Aarrrrrgh," Marcus screamed as his nuts tightened and then released shot after shot of his boiling hot seed deep into the body of his slut. 

"Again, again, I'm cumming again" Cindy cried out and exploded into another orgasm when she felt Marcus's hot cum splash against her inner walls.   

Cindy opened her eyes slowly and it took several seconds before she recalled where she was and what had just happened. She was still perched on the couch with her head down and her magnificent ass in the air. She peeked out from under her armpit and saw her man Marcus standing with his shrinking black dick covered with their fluids. Her eyes wondered to his face and his 1,000 watt smile beamed down at her. She couldn't help but return the smile despite the soreness of her body.  

"One last favor before I have to go."

"Anything for you Marcus, anything."

"Clean it," he replied and held his softening dick out for her.

Cindy rolled over, slid in front of him, and obeyed. While she licked and swallowed his cum and her juices from her man's cock she thought how lucky she was to have a man who treated her so fine. She would gladly do anything he asked. She was his slut and she loved it. 

"Why don't you finish that last joint," Marcus said "while I get dressed"

Cindy lit the last joint. Her hand was not shaking. She took a deep hit, held it, let it out and relaxed. She felt a little sore, especially her asshole, but she was also as contented and as relaxed as she had ever been. She had a man she loved who treated her great.

Now dressed, Marcus looked at his young teen slut and congratulated himself on how far her transformation had progressed in such a short time. He leaned down, gave her a passionate kiss and twisted her nipple sharply.

"You're my slut, Right?" Marcus said as he straightened up, releasing her nipple. 

"Yes, I am and always will be," she hoarsely replied. The feelings of pleasure and pain again confused her. Another thought added to her confusion, she couldn't recall if they had used a condom. They must have. They did last night. She decided not to worry about any of that now and took another hit off the joint.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 8:00. We'll go to a club. I know a place were you can get in without being carded. We'll dance and have fun. Wear something sexy. Remember, you're my slut, right?"

"Yes. Always, Marcus"

*****

Marcus flipped his cell phone on and pressed one of the speed dial buttons as the truck spun out of the complex. 

"Yo, Marcus. W'as up brother?" said the man that answered. 

"It's all set for tomorrow night. I'll have the little bitch at the club early, around 8:30. Let the others know." replied Marcus

"Did you fuck her in the ass yet?" said the voice on the phone following-up with a wheezing thin laugh.

"I was thinking I'd save that for tomorrow night," replied Marcus, laughing loudly himself as he disconnected.

Day Three 

"Moooom, may I use your Chloe?" Cindy called from the upstairs bathroom, stretching out the word 'Mom' in a voice loud enough to be heard anywhere in the condo.    "Sure Hon'. Are you going out?" her mother shouted back from the first floor by the front door.

"Yes," Cindy replied

And the exchange that followed was typical of an eighteen-year-old's attempt to communicate with her mother without actually passing along any information that might restrict her plans for the evening.

"Where are you going?"

"Just out, no place special."

"Who are you going with?"

"Some friends are coming by to get me."

In this case, Cindy's deception was helped by the fact that her mother was anxious to leave for a planned evening out herself. 

A horn sounded just as Cindy turned the hair dryer back on for the finishing touch to her blond, shoulder length hair.

"Jack's here, I have to go," her Mother called back.  "Have fun tonight and don't stay out too late. 'Bye. Love you."

Cindy turned off the hair dryer and was able to catch the last bit of the exchange.

"Love you too, Moooom," she shouted, again dragging out the word 'mom' until she heard the front door slam shut.

Cindy had showered, dried her hair and was now standing naked in front of the mirror applying body lotion.  The small bathroom window was open at the bottom several inches and a warm summer breeze entered, wrapped around her body and caressed her hardening nipples.

Turning her body sideways, while still looking at the mirror, she applied lotion with two hands to her firm, high ass cheeks. The fragrance imbedded in the lotion rose on the light breeze to fill her nostrils. Sweeping the lotion around to her hips she proceeded to rub her thighs, bending her flexible body at the waist and spreading her legs to do her calves and feet. 

Straightening, she squirted more lotion on her willing hands and worked her stomach, ribs shoulders and lastly her breasts. She lingered on her hard nipples longer than necessary, and then let one hand drift down to her wet pussy lips and slightly aroused clit. A rush shivered through her body when her fingers made contact with the super sensitive organ.

Cindy snapped out of her reverie and pulled her hand quickly away from her love bud.

"No," she said aloud. "I'll save myself for Marcus," knowing he'd soon be there to pick her up.

She stared at her swollen nipples a moment longer. She imagined how the clinging red silk blouse she would be wearing braless tonight would keep them erect and proudly on display for her man. 

She finished her make-up, having spent most of the time working around her deep blue eyes to accentuate them to their best, and slipped a pair of black thong panties over her full, sensuous hips.

In her bedroom she pulled on a sheer pair of black thigh-high stockings over her long, well tanned, shapely legs. She slipped on the plunging neckline red silk blouse, leaving the top button open to better show off the swell of her full, c-cup breasts. Next she wiggled into her short, pleated black skirt, zipped it, and slipped her feet into a pair of sling-back three-inch heels. For the final touch she dabbed some of her mother's Chloe perfume behind her ears, between her breasts, and on the bare flesh of her inner thighs above her stockings. 

Waiting by the door for her handsome, muscular black stud she checked out her reflection in the nearby mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Marcus had told her to wear something sexy and she knew she had obeyed him with this outfit. She reached up and rubbed her nipples, pleased to see them respond and push further against her clinging blouse. She wouldn't have to do that with Marcus around, just being with him kept her constantly aroused.

She heard a truck pull into the complex and opened the door. She was surprised to see her man pull-up driving a new Ford F-150 truck. Slamming the door shut behind her, she ran to greet him, catching him just as he rounded the front of the truck. 

"Wow, a new truck," Cindy said, smiling and giving her man a big hug.

"It was delivered today. You don't think I'd take out the prettiest girl in town in an old, beat-up truck. And don't you look sexy tonight," he added.

"Actually, I tried more for the slut look," she said smiling, turning and heading for the truck's passenger door while wiggling her ass provocatively.

He caught up and opened the door for her, leaned against it and unabashedly watched her well -tanned thighs part and her skirt ride up higher as she climbed in. He got a nice view, all the way to the top of her thigh-highs. 

Immediately an erotic vision flashed into his mind: Cindy bent low over a pool table, wearing only her stockings and heels, her arms extended and holding on to the edge of the table, her legs spread wide and her tits bouncing violently as he pounded his 9-inch, black cock into her tight, white, teen pussy from behind. Fantasy? "Most likely not," he thought as he smiled and closed the door.

Marcus climbed into the driver's seat, inserted and turned the ignition key and the large super-charged engine rumbled to life.  Before driving away he turned and looked into the eighteen-year-old beauty's deep blue eyes.

"How about one minor adjustment," he said.

He reached out and undid one more button on her blouse, now exposing most of the rounded tops of her c-cup breasts. Marcus spread his hand wide and lightly brushed his extended fingers against her hard nipples before returning his beefy hand to the steering wheel. Sighing softly and smiling broadly, Cindy squeezed her butt closer, enjoying the feeling of his muscular arm rubbing against her left breast as he maneuvered the big truck out of the complex and onto the interstate. 

"I didn't know you smoked cigarettes," she said, spying a cigarette sitting in the center ashtray 

"It's not a regular cigarette. It's a machine-rolled, joint," he says laughing. "I have a friend who has a hand-cranked cigarette roller that packs them tight, three to four times the pleasure of the loosely hand-rolled ones. I brought it for you, Babe. Go ahead, help yourself."

Cindy pushed in the lighter and stuck the joint between her lips, nervously waiting the few seconds it took for the lighter to heat up.  Her hand was shaking when she grabbed the lighter, as soon as it popped out, and quickly lit the joint.

She took a deep drag, held it, and slowly let her breath out as the familiar feeling of numbing lightness started low in her chest and spread outward to her extremities and her head. She took a second deep hit and the shaking stopped. She relaxed, thinking about the handsome man sitting beside her, smoked the joint down and snuffed out the roach in the ashtray before it could burn her finger tips. 

Light headed and fully aroused now she rose to her knees, turned toward Marcus and kissed his neck, nibbled on his ear lobe, reached down and rubbed her hand along his crotch, feeling his cock twitch in response. She opened her legs willingly when he slipped one of his strong hands between her thighs, fondled and squeezed her firm, velvety ass cheeks and slipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, easily navigating around her skimpy thong panties. She ground slowly against his hand seeking deeper penetration and contact with her aroused clit.

"Do you want me to practice my blow job? I think I did pretty good yesterday, but I can always improve," Cindy said softly in his ear as she continued her slow grinding.

"You did great yesterday, Babe, but let's save it 'til later. You'll have plenty of time to practice your blow jobs later," he said removing his fingers from her juicy love hole.

"Here, clean these," Marcus ordered holding his fingers in front of her bright red lips. "We don't want to get the new truck all messy, do we?"

Cindy obeyed instantly, sucking her juices off his fingers and blowing them dry with her warm breath as they pulled into the club parking lot, her face flushed and her body barely containing the built-up sexual pressure. 

The club was a low building at the back of a poorly lit parking lot in a part of the city she had never visited. She felt perfectly safe however, with her man beside her. She knew he would watch out for her and protect her. 

Marcus moved around the front of the truck, through the light from the delayed shut-off head lamps and helped his teen lovely step down. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, cupping her right breast in his large hand and lightly rolling its nipple in his fingers – an action that was quickly becoming a habit that Cindy was not discouraging – and walked his girl toward the club entrance, as the trucks lights clicked off.   

A large, overweight black man, obviously the club bouncer and ID checker, was standing just outside the club entrance. 'Tiny' was embroidered on the left breast pocket of his knit club shirt.  He was anything but tiny, thought Cindy.  A full head shorter than Marcus, with a roll of fat overhanging his wide, studded leather belt, he looked as if he could hardly fit through the club door. 

"Yo, Marcus, was' up," he said in a wheezing voice as they got closer

"Tiny, this is my slut, Cindy," said Marcus, giving her nipple a soft pinch.  

"She's a real little spinner, ain't she" Tiny replied with a voice seeming to struggle for air.

Marcus got a puzzled look from Cindy, who obviously didn't understand the term.  He laughed as he looked at Cindy and pictured her impaled on Tiny's fat, black cock while he spun her around like one of those children's windmill toys. As they passed by Tiny, Marcus leaned in and whispered something in his ear. They continued through the door and entered the club with Tiny's wheezing laugh trailing behind them. 

Cindy was impressed with her first view of the inside of the club. It was a fairly large room, softly lit with multicolored spots. A low, one-step stage and good-sized dance floor occupied one end of the room and a highly polished, mirror backed bar stretched along most of one wall. Twenty or so tables were spread throughout the room center, some doubles and some larger foursomes. A dozen or so booths with high padded backs and cushioned seats lined the back wall and the wall across from the bar.

Recorded hip hop music was playing softly from the speaker system. It was early and only one couple was on the dance floor, with about 25 other people, singles and couples, scattered about the room. She did notice that she was the only white person in the room and she pressed closer to Marcus.

As they moved into the room towards the bar Cindy noticed a tall good-looking black man leave the bar and stride purposely toward them with a wide grin on his face that reminded her of Marcus's 1,000-watt smile. Marcus dropped his arm from around her shoulder and removed his hand from her breast and greeted this man with a full brother hug. They could be real brothers, thought Cindy as she watched the two handsome men go through their male greeting ritual.

"Jackson, this is Cindy. Cindy this is my oldest and closest friend, Jackson," Marcus said, making the introduction. 

Jackson's smile seemed to brighten even more as he spread his arms wide and stepped toward Cindy. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, Cindy moved forward without hesitation and quickly became wrapped in a strong, warm hug. 

"Let's hang at the bar and have a drink while you two get to know each other," Marcus said and they moved off toward the bar with Cindy squeezed happily between them. 

While Jackson talked with Cindy, Marcus ordered a rum and coke double for her and two plain cokes for Jackson and himself. The drinks arrived. Cindy took a sip and with drink in hand, turned and rested her back against the bar rail. She giggled to herself and wondered if it was the pot she had just smoked, the rum, or the two hunks leaning against her that made her warm all over. She took a second, bigger sip and rubbed her free hand along Marcus's muscular thigh, leaving it resting there lightly. She just couldn't keep her hands off her man.

Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulder in that familiar position, cradling her breast and lightly rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. Both men were close enough to feel the rush that shuddered through her body. Jackson reached his hand behind her, beneath the bar rail and began slowly rubbing her lower back while simultaneously moving closer, pressing his crotch against her outer thigh. Cindy could feel his stiffening cock. God, she sighed silently to herself, do all Marcus's friends have big cocks? 

A slow dance song started to play and a few couples drifted out onto the dance floor. 

"Do you mind if I dance with your hot slut?" Jackson asked Marcus.

"Not at all," Marcus replied. "Dance with Jackson, Babe, show him a good time," Marcus said turning to her, removing his arm from the familiar position and pushing her gently toward the dance floor.

Jackson lowered his hand to her firm ass and kept up a light pressure as they moved onto the dance floor. When she turned to face him, he reached around to grab her other ass cheek and pulled her in close with both hands, pressing her crotch tight against his thigh. She could feel his stiffening member against her stomach as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his powerful chest. Cindy's eyes found Marcus leaning against the bar. He smiled and nodded his approval. 




Training A Teen Slut



A gap opened slightly between their chests, relieving the pressure on her engorged nipples, as Jackson released the hold on her butt. His hands slid forward to her hips, up her rib cage and against the sides of her breasts. She sighed softly, pressed her damp pussy in tight against his muscular thigh and felt his cock grow harder against her. As the dance came to an end, he bent down, kissed her passionately, attacking her tongue with his and massaged her nipples with his strong fingers. 

As they made their way back to the bar and Marcus, she leaned against Jackson and held on to his waist, knowing that her wobbly legs wouldn't support her alone.

Well, do you think he's hot," Marcus said grinning. 

"Yes, but you know I only want you." She replied in a soft, erotic voice. 

"You're all I want, too Babe," he affirmed and duplicated the passionate kiss she had just received from Jackson while he reached inside her loose blouse and fondled her bare breast and nipple. 

"She's a great kisser," Marcus said. "And a great cock sucker, too," he added. 

Cindy blushed. But then smiled shyly and nodded her head, yes.  

"Maybe later you can show Jackson how good you are, Babe." 

Cindy blushed again, saying nothing but thinking that it might be fun to give Marcus a blow-job while his friend watched if that's what her man wanted. It actually sounded pretty hot to her.

More people had been arriving and a barmaid had appeared, working the service bar, freeing up her partner to handle the increased demand along the main bar. A young man was setting up equipment on the small stage. A few couples had moved onto the dance floor, writhing to the hip-hop recording now playing, not at all concerned with the onlookers as they rubbed sensuously against each other.

The room noise had increased with the arrival of more people and more drinks served. She watched the young man adjust the amps and kick up the music another couple of notches. It was loud enough now that occasionally the pressure waves from the low bass tones could be felt against her eardrums and caressing her body. 

Marcus had his arm around her shoulder and his hand inside her blouse rubbing her bare breast and squeezing her stiff nipple with his strong fingers. Jackson leaned across Cindy, his firm, muscular chest pressing against her unoccupied nipple.

Speaking loudly so that both she and Marcus could hear him over the loud music, Jackson said, "Come on Cindy, let's join them."

Cindy glanced at Marcus and he nodded his approval. 

They joined the couples on the dance floor, Jackson holding her hips in close and Cindy rubbing, bumping and sliding up and down Jackson's body. 

"Hey Tony. W'a's up bro'," Jackson said looking over Cindy's right shoulder. Cindy turned her head to see a long haired, lanky but athletic built young man behind her.

"Mind if I join you?" Tony asked and pressed against her backside to join their grinding without waiting for an answer, neatly sandwiching her between their gyrating, writhing bodies.

She glanced to the side and saw Marcus leaning against the bar. When she caught his eye he nodded his approval again. If she hadn't been already turned-on by the rum, pot and heady sexual atmosphere of the club, she was now. She couldn't help but respond to their thrusts with her own pressure.  

The two dance partners locked her in tight and began slowly rubbing against her. She felt both their cocks now. Tony, the man behind her was sliding up and down her ass crack. Her thin short skirt and sheer thong did little to mask the contours of his cock. He reached up and started fondling her breasts, while keeping his hard cock moving along the crack in her butt cheeks, bending his knees low to get the full benefit of long, intimate contact. 

She leaned her head back on Tony's shoulder and he started licking and nibbling at her ear. She moaned softly. Jackson was not letting up either. He was holding her tightly against his erection and performing the same, slow knee-bend motion that carried his thick cock along her now wet crotch. The skirt and thong panties again offered little interference. She moved and repositioned herself with Jackson's motion so she could maximize contact between his engorged cock and her swollen clit.

She shuddered as a small clitoral orgasm swept through her body. It did little, however, to release the sexual pressure that had been building all evening. Her mind drifted back to yesterday when Marcus held her naked on the couch, his strong muscular hands holding her legs spread wide above her head, with his rock-hard, black cock stretching her tight pussy to its limits, driving into her relentlessly, pounding her with all his power and fury. That's what she needed now to relieve the pressure. But, she wasn't worried. She knew her man would take care of her. He always did. He always knew what she wanted, what she needed.    

Through the sex, drug and liquor haze she searched for Marcus with her narrowed eyes. She saw him in the same spot, facing her with his elbows on top of the bar, grinning and nodding his approval. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch where she saw the familiar tenting bulge and felt good that she was arousing her man.

The music stopped but her two partners kept her squeezed between them for several seconds longer as they slowly ceased their erotic motions and separated, not caring to try to hide their arousal from the neighboring couples. Jackson put his arm around her shoulder to support her, pressing his broad palm against the side of her breast. His friend Tony trailed slightly behind them as they headed back to join Marcus at the bar.

As soon as she got to Marcus, she reached up and hugged him, pressing her breasts against his side and her lips against his ear. 

"I am so horny I can't wait 'til we're alone," she whispered. She slid her hand along his rock hard cock as she blew her hot breath softly in his ear.

"Soon, Babe" he said, "Soon."

She sensed someone hovering close by her shoulder and turned her head, flipping her shoulder length blond hair aside while continuing to press her breasts against her powerful black lover. 

It was Tony, standing close. 

"Thanks for the dance. I'll see you later," he said to her. She watched as his eyes shifted and locked onto her lover's. Some hidden message seemed to pass briefly between them before Tony pivoted and disappeared into the gathering crowd. Cindy finished her drink in one long chug and placed the drained glass on the bar. 

"Let's find a seat," Marcus said, looking at the watch stretched around his thick wrist.  

Cindy was still pressed between the two black studs as they prepared to move away from the bar. Marcus was solid against one hip with his arm around her shoulder, casually letting it cup her left breast again. Jackson was tightly joined to her other hip with his hand now under her skirt, making skin-to-skin contact with her firm, pliable ass cheeks that were left bare by her silky-smooth, skimpy thong.  

Cindy looked around the room and saw that all of the booths along the walls were occupied and the only seats remaining were at a handful of tables somewhat removed from the bandstand and the dance floor. They by-passed these however and moved along the bar heading further away from the dance floor. At the end of the bar they turned and continued straight toward a wide doorway, its two doors propped open, and entered a backroom.

Cindy looked around the room she has just entered, the one she hadn't even realized was there. A pool table was positioned in the center with a low-hanging light illuminating its green felt surface. The rest of the room was softly lit with a few well placed ceiling spots. 

Three tables were situated along the right side of the room and a wrap-around booth with an extra wide seat and room for at least six was in the far corner. A low cocktail table sat on the tiled floor in front of the booth. That corner was hardly illuminated at all. 

An elderly, thin, white-haired bartender, with a white shirt, black pants and a bar apron tied around his waist was standing behind the bar watching as they entered. Two customers were standing at the bar. One was leaning with his back against the bar also watching their entrance, the other with his elbows on the bar, was leaning forward, nursing a drink. 

The one facing them was tall, taller than Marcus, but every bit as muscular, with very broad shoulders, a shaved head, a single hammered silver earring in his left ear and a small soul-patch of hair beneath his lower lip. He was dressed in black: open collared black silk shirt, black linen trousers and jacket and highly polished, black snake skin boots. The other man was shorter but just as muscular, with a large snake tattoo that ran around his right arm over his large bicep and disappeared under the sleeve of his black mesh t-shirt. They were a scary twosome that made her glad she had her man to protect her.

Two players were at the pool table. She recognized Tony, her recent dance partner, as the one bending over the table lining up a shot. The other was sitting in a tall arm chair, his cue between his knees, smoking and trying to distract Tony with trash talk. 

Then she smelled it, the familiar sweetly acrid smell of marijuana. Tony's opponent was smoking one of those machine-rolled joints Marcus had let her enjoy during the ride to the club. She looked up at Marcus, back to the smoker and finally back to Marcus with pleading eyes, ready to ask him for another joint.

"I know what you want, Babe," Marcus said before she could open her mouth to ask. "I'll get it for you in a minute." He then turned his head to Jackson.

"Jackson, why don't you get my slut a rum and Coke special while we grab the booth in the corner," said Marcus. He then pushed into the room with Cindy tucked in close under his arm. 

"So that's the bitch," said the tall man to Jackson when he arrived at the bar.  

"Yeah, what do you think, Bo? Interested?" Jackson asked.

"Let's wait and see how she performs," the man with the shaved head responded and turned back to the bar to nurse his drink with his partner

"I'll need a rum and Coke special Pops," said Jackson to the white haired bartender with a wink.

"Coming right up, Jackson," the old man replied, filling a tall glass with ice and placing it on the counter below the bar. 

The elderly bartender then reached into his pocket, extracted a key ring, and selected a small brass key. He knelt down and used the key to open a cabinet partially concealed below the register. He found and removed a medicine bottle filled with clear liquid. He reached up, retrieved the glass of ice and placed it on the floor beside him. He then unscrewed the bottle cap with its attached dropper and added six drops to the glass of ice. Pausing, he thought what he hell, and added another three drops.

He closed and locked the cabinet, stood up and finished mixing the 'special', adding a shot of rum, some Coke and topped it off with a slice of lime. 

"Any chance of getting some of that when you're done?" he asked Jackson, nodding toward Cindy while placing the drink in front of Jackson. 

"Absolutely Pops. You can count on it. That's going to be your tip", Jackson said with a grin.

While Jackson was at the bar dealing with Pops, Marcus led Cindy toward the pool table. Cindy noticed that Tony had stopped concentrating on the pool shot and was focused on her as she approached. 

Hey Ty, how's it goin'," Marcus said when they reached the seated player smoking the joint. Marcus gave him a brief, loose one-arm brother hug as he continued to hold Cindy tight in his other arm. "How about one of those smokes for my slut here?" he says nodding his head to the side where Cindy was.

"Sure thing Marcus," Tyrone replied, pulling an antique gold cigarette case from his pocket, popping it open and holding it out to Cindy.

As soon as Cindy took one from the row of perfectly rolled joints lying in the case Tyrone snapped the case closed, whipped out a matching gold lighter with his other hand and offered her a light. 

"Thank you," Cindy smiled at him and placed the joint between her lips for him to light.  

The couple moved off toward the corner booth with Cindy taking hits on the way. 

Behind Cindy's back Tyrone made a simulated fucking gesture by jacking the butt of the stick back and forth through the circle formed by his thumb and fingers causing Tony to laugh and scratch his shot. 

Jackson arrived with the rum and Coke special just as Marcus was settling in next to Cindy. Jackson slid in on the other side of the still unsuspecting white teen and placed her drink on the table. 

"Let me have some of that, Babe," Jackson said, reaching for the joint. 

She passed the joint to Jackson and took a gulp of her drink. Jackson took a hit and passed it back. Cindy took a deep hit, followed by another gulp of her drink to quench the dryness in her mouth and throat.  

Marcus shook his head no when Cindy offered him the nearly finished joint. He needed to stay clear headed, he said to himself, so he could control the action that would soon follow. He also needed to be sharp for the negotiations with Bo later on.

Cindy finished the pot and gulped down the remaining drink. She leaned back, her head against the padded back rest with her feet spread and dangling over the edge of the wide seat. The sexual frustration and the pressure to feel release was even stronger now. She looked at her two black studs, pressed tightly against her, sighed deeply and reached out with her hands to rub their large muscular thighs. 

Marcus smiled at her, leaned over and gave her one of his trade mark passionate kisses. He held her lips tight against his with one of his hands behind her head, his mouth open and his tongue dueling with hers. With the other hand Marcus unhooked the remaining buttons on her flimsy blouse. Using both hands, while maintaining the lip lock, he peeled the blouse off her shoulders and arms and dropped it on the table. 

Marcus returned to holding her head and attacking her mouth with passionate kisses while massaging her swollen, aching nipples with his free hand. She felt him slide a hand along her thigh, and start slowly fingering her while sucking and nibbling on one of her nipples. He continued to kiss her passionately, pinching and tweaking her other nipple with his strong fingers.

"Impossible," she thought as a bit of logic slipped past the drug, sex and liquor fog swirling around her. He can't be doing all this himself. She opened her eyes and saw Jackson's lips against her right breast. It was Jackson who had his fingers in her soaking pussy, rubbing her engorged clit. She realized that both of her black studs were trying to pleasure her as the body-shattering orgasm that she had been begging for finally arrived and released the pent-up sexual pressures that had tortured her since Marcus picked her up at home. The orgasm continued like waves crashing on shore pushed by a storm far at sea. When the crashing stopped, she didn't feel satiated. She felt as excited and as sexually driven as before. "What's happening," she wondered.

"Get me hard, "said Marcus. "I want to fuck you now."

Oblivious of the fact she was in a club with others present, she responded to her man's order.  From her earlier training she knew exactly what to do. She spun away from Jackson, tearing her tit free from his clamped lips, leaving a shocked expression on his face. 

She unzipped Marcus and slipped his pants and boxers off his thighs. She couldn't imagine that the thick, black cock she was now staring at could get any harder. But she dutifully opened her bright red lips, slipped them over her man's hot piece, and drove her mouth down to rest against his curly black pubic hair, taking the cock head deep into her throat. 

Sucking hard, with concave lips she pulled back to the top and began rapidly repeating the sequence while her tongue worked feverously, laving and licking her man's powerful tool. She was driven to please her man, to please both of her men. To do whatever it took to satisfy these two handsome black studs.   

"Turn around slut. Jackson needs you," Marcus growled. Get on your knees and back-up to the end of the seat so I can stand and fuck that sloppy cunt of yours," he added as he got off the bench seat.

As Cindy started to obey and turn to face Jackson, she caught site of the bouncer, Tiny, entering the room. He was watching the action going on in the corner booth as he reached his arms out and slammed both doors shut. Cindy lost sight of him as she turned to Jackson and didn't notice him lock the doors. 

Cindy completed her ordered spin-around, still on her knees and was pulled back along the seat by Marcus's muscular arms until her magnificent ass and soaking wet pussy hung suspended in space over the booth end. That's when she spied the black cock that Jackson had been teasing her with all evening, standing erect, rock-hard waiting for her. He could be Marcus's twin brother; their cocks were nearly identical, she thought.  She placed one hand on his massive thigh, opened her lips and started pleasing him, her other man, her other lover, with a series of slow sucking and licking trips around his large dick head. She moved her other hand beneath his heavy balls and started rubbing and fondling them, listening to the moans of pleasure escaping his lips. 


"Suck it slut, Jackson called out. "You know what to do with it bitch, suck it," he said. 

Jackson reached out and pinched Cindy's nipples with such force that his action triggered a muffled scream and tears welled up in her eyes. She ignored the sharp pain and focused on pleasing her new black lover. She opened her mouth wider, took a deep breath and plunged to the root of the black monster she was trying to tame, forcing the head deep in her throat, as Marcus had taught her. 

She sucked hard, collapsing her cheeks tightly against Jackson's steel hard cock and slowly retreated to the top of the stroke working her tongue around and along his throbbing member. The intimate contact of her lips and cheeks dragging along his tightly stretched, sensitive skin drove Jackson wild. He threw his hips off the cushioned seat and drove hard into Cindy's throat on her next down stroke.

"That's it slut, suck it, suck it," he shouted. "Faster, deeper, fuck me with those hot red lips of yours. Show me how a real white slut sucks black cock," he added. "Marcus was right, you're a great cock-sucker."   

Marcus watched Cindy the slut use her magic mouth on his best friend. When Jackson finished shouting out his taunts and Cindy was poised to do the stomach turning plunge down his shaft for the third time, Marcus drove his lust hardened cock to the hilt into the wet, dripping cunt positioned so conveniently in front of his massive tool.  

Marcus felt her body freeze briefly and then he felt her spasm uncontrollably as another series of orgasmic pleasure waves roiled within her and her honey juices squished around his deeply buried cock. Damn, he thought, that shit that Pops stores behind the bar really works. He continued to fuck her pussy slowly, not trying to keep up with the pace that Jackson had the white slut maintaining on his engorged cock. This pussy banging was just an appetizer for him, though. It was but a brief prelude to the ass fucking to follow.

He reached on top of the seat back, picked up and opened the small jar of Vaseline Pops had left there for his use, dug out a large gob with his fingers and smeared it around her pink pucker hole. Marcus now began his slow assault on his main objective by sliding his thick middle finger back and forth along her ass crack, through the gob of Vaseline, and dropping down into her tightly protected asshole with each pass.