0 comments/ 66090 views/ 4 favorites Amy's Cabride Ch. 01 By: davewave1 I suppose I’ve always had a wild streak. I thought I had outgrown it my mid-twenties, but I guess not. I settled down, got a job, got a husband. In fact, I had become quite un-wild and wild thoughts had stopped entering my mind altogether. As a co-ed I had plenty of men, if not a great variety, and even one woman. She was a lesbian and a friend and had pointed up, quite reasonably, how could I know I didn’t like it if I never tried it? But it was weird, and I was way too into dick by then. So finally I fell in love. My husband is a good man, but more reliable than exciting. I have always gotten what I asked for in bed, but we’ve fallen into the matrimonial routine; comfortable, but predictable. Recently, though, my wild side came back with a vengeance, much to my delight. I suppose it started in the spring. We live in the suburbs now, and trips to parties in the city require a cab. We don’t go to many and they are usually dinner-things, but a few drinks and the hassle of parking . . . well you get the picture. So we got this cab driver we both liked and he gave me his card. He was courteous, professional, and earned his tip, so I kept the card. His name is Derek. Now the next party we went to was a little wilder than the norm. My husband got a great account for his firm and there was a celebration at a partner’s house in the city. The booze flowed freely and many drinks were pushed at my husband. I avoided the shots for most of the night, but finally got pretty buzzed myself. Bill was going to be a problem, though. We had carpooled in, but we were going to need a cab home. This is where Derek really enters the story. Derek arrived after a long delay. The delay allowed my husband to consume two more shots and I knew they would probably be the end of him. A friend helped herd Bill out to the cab – Bill wasn’t very steady now – and Derek held the door for him. Derek is an easy 6’1”, 23 year old black man. He’s lean and well muscled and as I caught sight of him this time, I thought he was really a fine man. It had gotten warm now, and he wore a tight white tank top under a leather jacket. I checked him out thoroughly as he helped pile Bill into the car. I’m a very thin early 30-something with short brown hair and A-breasts. I like to imagine that the compensation for my tiny titties is my thin figure and tight ass. This night I was wearing a short black dress, tight at the hips, loose at the tits. That’s the curse of small breasts, but at least I never need a bra. Eilene, the hostess and a good friend, spoke up quite unexpectedly beside me, “Pick up your jaw, Amy.” She was grinning from ear to ear. Glancing back at Derek, she added in a low voice, “But I see what you like. That boy is f-i-n-e.” I thought to myself, yes he is! Derek got back in the car. It was the booze that made me so bold, but I leaned over into the passenger window to flirt with him. The talk was small, did he remember where we lived? My dress fits loose up top and drapes open at this angle, but he only looked me in the eye. A little cleavage, a little smile, but I don’t think I was trying to be anything but flirty. He has these soft brown eyes though, and I was finding him more and more attractive. I got in the back with Bill and we left on the long drive home. At first Bill was alert and pawed me. Feeling sexy, I was willing to go along with it as far as modesty allowed. We kissed and Bill let his hand drift up my thigh even to the hem of my dress. Sometimes he would reach up to my tit, but I had to put his hand back down; not here, not yet. Still, I was getting turned on. So I let Bill kiss my neck and glanced up at the mirror. Bill was not watching us. Part of me said good, but part said why not? How can I get his attention? I guess my wild side was waking up. I edged Bill’s hand up my thigh. Encouraged, he stroked and stroked and eventually reached my panties. For this dress, only the thinnest of g-strings would do and these were thin enough to see through on a damp day. The feel of Bill’s fingers on my labia decided me – I needed a fuck or a finger when we got home. Glancing up again, this time I did catch Derek looking, or maybe he was just using his rearview mirror? But maybe the angle had been changed? He looked quickly away. Bill’s finger slipped around the hem of my panties, catching me by surprise. I pulled his hand up. I wasn’t going to let him finger me in the car. I didn’t pull my skirt down, though. The thought that Derek could get a glimpse up my skirt was turning me on. Bill was fading though. By the time we got home he was all but asleep and I was resigned to just masturbating and catching up with Bill tomorrow. We stopped in the driveway and Derek stepped up to help me get pull Bill out. We each took an arm and pulled him to his feet between us. I wasn’t holding my side up well, so Derek reached around to help. His strong hand on my back sent a warm shiver down my spine. He was obviously strong enough that I could easily have let him carry Bill alone, but the contact was exciting. We got Bill up to the house, inside, and onto the spare bed. For reasons I don’t need to go into, its just better not to sleep next to a drunk. Derek stood back while I pulled the shoes and pants off Bill. I was on all fours on the bed, but there is a mirror and I could see that he didn’t exactly look away while my ass was up in the air. I smiled; after all, I would have looked at his ass too. I should have paid him right then and there, but instead I asked him if he wanted a drink. He replied that he still had to drive home but water would be good. I turned on the stereo, told him to have a seat, and basically did everything but get him that drink. When I did come back from the kitchen, he had taken off his jacket. I sat next to him as he took a long pull on his water. We talked while he finished it, then he stood. Jumping up, I told him I would refill his glass. I heard him laugh softly as I ran back to the kitchen. When I returned, he was still standing. He took the glass and set it down. Then he moved close and put his hands on my waist. I was a little surprised, but put my hands on his shoulders as he started to sway to the music. His body was hard and I found myself enjoying the feel of it up against mine. In no time we were really slow dancing and I was liking it. It crossed my mind what Bill would think if he saw this, but I knew he was passed out cold. After a few minutes, Derek’s hands had slipped a little lower on my waist. He reached up and drew my face around to look him in the eye. I just returned his gaze, mute for some reason. I was gazing into his eyes when he bent to kiss me. It just seemed so natural. I enjoyed it. Derek is a good kisser, and I hadn’t slow danced or made out in a long time. His hands were slowly stroking up and down my waist now and I noticed for the first time the tremendous bulge up against my belly. I knew hard-ons, but this was big one. I imagined what it must look like; as dark as the rest of him, smooth firm, and I felt my crotch go wet. The kiss didn’t really stop for a good ten minutes. I lost track of time feeling that bulge, my own wetness, Derek’s deep kiss, all of it feeding my fantasy. Derek’s hands were now on my ass, gently massaging. It felt like the hem was pretty high, and then the tips of his fingers, and then his whole hands were on my bare cheeks. That sensation really slicked me up and my thighs were flushed hot. But by reflex I remembered I was married and pushed his hands back to my waist, but encouraged him to keep kissing. It was just a kiss, I rationalized. Soon we weren’t really dancing anymore and I felt the edge of the couch behind my legs. I fell back with a plop and looked up at Derek. Did he want to kiss on the couch? I didn’t know about that. I felt a little afraid of where this was going. But Derek held my gaze with a small, kind smile. His hands moved to his waist, to his belt. I was dumb. I knew I had to stop, but I had been picturing his cock in my mind. I did nothing but stare as he undid his fly. The bulge took on more detail as his jeans parted around it. It was bigger than I had thought. Then he pushed down pants and underwear together and his cock flopped out. Even semi erect it looked huge. It was beautiful; smooth and dark black and deliciously huge. I watched it with fascination as he pulled his pants down and off. Then he stood up straight in front of me and lifted my chin. In the other hand he held his cock up and slowly moved it toward my face. My eyes never left it as it grew closer. I could smell his musk, feel the warmth of his skin as the tip came to my lips and they parted around him. I had to drop my jaw to take the tip and shaft, felt them slide along my palate, and rest at the back of my throat. The taste was salty and the perfume was all man. My pussy was now slick and swollen and I had a magnificent cock in my mouth. I took it in both hands and just savored it with all my senses. Derek sighed as I did this. I stroked and licked and felt him stiffen more and more as I did. I drew my tongue up and down the shaft, licking his balls at the bottom and taking the tip into my mouth at the top. I could taste the thin precome that men get when they are getting really aroused. I thought that if I could just make him come he would be sated and I could avoid any worse betrayal of my marriage. But he took my hands and stopped me from my furious licking. He sat down beside me and drew my mouth to his. I felt his hand on my thigh, moving up. I was afraid now. It didn’t seem like I could stop and I knew he wouldn’t want to. I wavered in my mind, trying desperately to figure out how I could get out of this, while at the same time my body cried that I should give myself up to him completely. I was thus undecided when his fingers wedged themselves between the last upper reaches of my thighs and against my pussy. I moaned into his kiss and felt the wetness spreading through the thin mesh cotton onto his fingers. I felt the crotch of my underpants move, but his fingers didn’t probe me. Instead, he was pulling at my panties. They snapped to my knees and fell loose down to my ankles. He pulled my legs together and held me close while we kissed some more. I felt safer now, and returned the kiss. I even stroked his cock softly with my fingers. He stood again but did not come towards me. He knealt on the floor beside me and pulled the panties off my feet. He pushed my knees apart and then began to wedge his hips between them. I finally resisted, but weakly. He was in between my knees now and took my hips and pulled. My waist slid forward out from under the hem of my dress. I could feel the air and light on my thighs and crotch. His penis hung heavy and low and pointed right at my love hole. It was still slick with my saliva. I sat up to push him back, but he caught me in another kiss. “No, no,” I sighed, “I can’t.” I kept repeating this, but I only felt my dress straps fall down my arms. He did move back then, but not to free me. He carefully exposed a breast and kissed it, all around and then on the nipple. Normally this drives me wild, but now I almost came. As he moved from breast to breast I melted totally into the experience. I pulled his body closer. Feeling my surrender, Derek leaned back, a more confident smile on his face. He pushed my thighs far apart and gazed at me totally uncovered. Growing shy, I reached for him to come back to my breasts, but he moved his hips up to mine instead. I looked down. He held the tip of his black penis at my pussy and then ran the whole shaft slowly up the crevice of my lips, not penetrating me. The moment of contact was electric. His cock was a good 10 inches and almost two thick. It was black as midnight and swollen with desire for my white flesh. I suddenly realized he had no rubber, and my diaphragm was two rooms away. He stroked the end up and down a few more times and finally I protested, “I can’t, I can’t, we need protection.” He was just watching himself tease me and said “No, no protection.” Then he penetrated me at last. I watched as the tip dipped low and I felt my labia stretch around it as it disappeared. I gasped. I was slick enough, but my flesh stretched when he pushed, resisting him. He pulled out a little and then slowly pushed forward again, two inches in now. I gasped again and again as he worked more of himself bit by bit in like this. When about half of his shaft remained he lifted his head and sighed, “Damn, bitch. You tight. You gonna burn my cock off. You like a real man? You got one now, whether you like it or not.” I did like it. In fact I couldn’t think of anything else but that half an ebony cock bobbing slowly up and down in the thin muff of my tiny pussy. I felt full already and stretched as far apart as I could go. I didn’t know how I could take the rest. He pulled back and pushed again. He half fucked me slowly for about ten strokes. I felt close to orgasm, but he abruptly pulled himself out. He quickly rearranged me back down on the couch and pulled my knees apart. He moved between them and his cock, now completely stiff and glazed with my lubricating juices, found my stretched opening. Again he half fucked me for several strokes, and I was beginning to feel maybe I could take just a little more of him. I liked the feel of his hard body pressing down on me. He lifted up and I gazed down at where we were joined. He spoke, ”You wanna be fucked by a man? Really fucked? White bitch, I’m gonna fuck ya. Say it, bitch.” He continued to stroke into me while he said this, and I just wanted it to continue. “Ahh, uh-hum, yes, ahh, fuck me stud!” “Say ‘fuck me with yo’ big black dick nigga’, fuck me all the way.’” So I said it, “Fuck me with your black dick nigga’, fuck me all the way!” He lunged forward, shoving most of the rest of his huge cock into me. “Ahhh!” I cried in surprise and a little pain. But he thrust again and again, now stroking the whole shaft in me and I felt his balls up against my ass. I had taken him all the way in. My insides were on fire, I had never felt the places he was touching me now and they all seemed to be crying out ‘at last!’ He rocked hard on me now, and the pain melted into a mind blowing orgasm. I clenched his ass and would have screamed if I could have found my voice. After the waves of pleasure died down I fell back exhausted, my legs flopping limply with every thrust. But Derek was not finished. He continued to pound my pussy fast and deep. “Damn you still tight, white bitch! Move yo’ ass, I ain’t done with you by a long shot!” By this he meant I should fuck back, and I tried, weakly, and finally, in a short burst of powerful lurches I thought would split me open, he came. “Ahh, Ahhh-haaa . . .that’s good!” He finally gasped. He lay there on me a minute, then sat up on his knees. His cock was long enough that two inches and the end was still in me when he did. Grabbing the base of his cock in one hand he milked the rest of his semen into me. I could already feel it gathering at the opening of my pussy. “No protection.” he mumbled as he did this. “You getting’ all the seed I got.” After this he pulled himself out and stood, just gazing at me. I struggled to get up, suddenly shy and thoroughly sated. I just wanted him to go. He just stood there smiling at me, his swollen, wet, limp, gigantic cock drooped in front of him. It was still beautiful. I rearranged my dress and stood, again weakly. Derek helped me and drew me into his arms. After sex I like to be held, and anything was better than that smile. And we had shared an intimate moment. I felt a hug was OK. But Derek pulled my chin up and kissed me yet again. This time it was gentler. “Baby, we goin’ to the bedroom,” he said softly. He must have sensed my resistance. “Now I know you liked that. You ain’t never had a man like that befo’. Yo’ husband can’t give you nuthin’ tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll make you come agin’.” With this he pulled my dress up and up and finally over my head. Then he pulled his t-shirt off and embraced and kissed me again. The feel of his warm, hard body holding me tight was suddenly very alluring. Now that our urgent need was taken care of, I wanted to take more time with that body and that enormous black manhood of his. With a small nod, I consented. I took his hand and led him to the back of the house. I left him briefly in the bedroom and went to the spare room. Bill was just as I had left him, out cold. Luckily the spare room is across the house from the master bedroom, but I shut the door; it wouldn’t do to have too much noise disturb him. I gathered up all my and Derek’s clothes and retreated to the master bedroom. Derek was already under the covers. I slipped into bed next to him and we made slow comfortable love for the next three hours. I had forgotten how much energy 23 year old men have. We ran our hands and lips over each others’ bodies completely unrushed and then he entered me again. It took a while, but when I came I let myself scream. Derek was gentler this time, or I was used to his girth. I got two more orgasms that night and Derek left two more loads of his dark spunk in me. Finally, he got up and left, leaving me to fall asleep with a pool of his come dribbling slowly out of me. I woke up sore, but earlier than Bill. I had time to clean up. As I relaxed in bed I smiled as I went over the details and sensations of the night before. I was looking at Derek’s card when Bill stumbled in, “Sorry about last night, won’t happen again. Well, for a while anyway.” He took two Tylenol and stripped and slipped into bed next to me. I felt suddenly ashamed of everything I had done. I resolved to throw that card away, but instead put it on the bedstand and lay down to catch up on my sleep with Bill. Amy's Cabride Ch. 02 I should have thrown that card away. I felt terrible about what I had done. I had decided to just keep the fond memories and try and forget the guilt. In time it would fade. But the old bedroom just wasn't the same. Every time I would lay on the sheets I felt the craving for the intense excitement of that night return completely undiminished. It soon got so that I couldn't even get to sleep without masturbating or a fuck from Bill. Sex with the hubby was just the same, or as close as it can get when you know there's so much more out there. Somehow, I knew I couldn't just settle back into my old routine and forget that giant cock and black skin. One evening two weeks later I found myself fingering Derek's card. The edges were getting tattered and I had long since memorized the number. I decided I had to have another go, if Derek was willing. I picked up the phone and left a message that I would be taking a sick day. Then I dialed Derek, asking for a ride. He said he'd be over tomorrow morning. When he heard the address he said he'd be over early. Bill left the next morning on schedule. I stayed in my robe, playing sick. As soon as he left I showered and just put the robe on. There was a knock at the door almost as soon as I did. I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and anxiety about what I was getting myself into, but my desire had been driving me mad. I just couldn't get fucking that huge black cock out of my mind. "Call for a ride?" he asked as I opened the door. I just smiled and walked away from the open door. "I'll get you a glass of water," I said. "I know driving's hard work." I hadn't finished pouring the glass when I felt his hips up against my backside, that wonderful bulge already obvious. I was wet with anticipation before he had even arrived and in no time he had lifted me onto the kitchen counter and was working his cock slowly into me. What nervousness I had felt melted away with the overwhelmingly intense pleasure of being penetrated to the maximum by his black flesh. With each gentle push a little more of him slid in and my vagina stretched to it limits to accommodate. Finally when I thought I could take no more he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him hard into me. He laid me softly on the comforter and surged forward slowly in my saddle. Only a few minutes later I came with him still only pumping me slowly. Knowing he had pleasured me he picked up his pace and pounded me hard to his own satisfaction. As he rolled off I knew I would get a lot more fucking. I stood up to go to the bathroom and felt his thick semen running out of me down my leg. I knew I was taking a chance every time I took him bareback, but the need was so sudden and the feel of flesh on flesh so erotic. Even as I returned he was ready for me again and we sucked and fucked all morning long. When he left me worn out and used up, I knew that I still had not had nearly enough. A second mind blowing blackfuck had not sated me, it had only increased my hunger. I wondered to what lengths I would go before I had had enough. At least the next day I was able to concentrate on work. Bill was busy at work too with his new account, and was basically going to be working late and weekends for a few months. Perfect, I thought in the back of my mind. I called Derek and set up an almost regular schedule; long lunches twice a week and every Saturday morning, Sunday too sometimes. Saturday mornings were my favorite. I'd invite him back to the bedroom for the first fuck, always fierce and needy for us both. Then I loved to just have him slow fuck me for hours. The sight of his toned black torso laboring above me, the root of his thick black pole rising and falling slowly above my thin muff and pale white thighs as his enormous presence filled and stretched and stroked me was something I burned into my memory a dozen times over the next few weeks. For my long lunches sometimes we would meet at my house and spend and hour just fucking steady, or sometimes in his cab on the top floor of my parking garage. If I sometimes wondered why I was so unfaithful to my husband for just a fuck from some black guy, I was reminded every time I sat impaling myself slowly upon his enormous, jet black cock. I got to know the taste of his sperm in my mouth and pussy very well. Every time it was the best sex I had ever had and every time he left me with anticipation of the next time. And I wanted more. I told Derek this once as I slumped atop his waist, exhausted and sore with what I knew to be my last orgasm of the day. He laughed softly as he massaged my ravished breasts. "I don't know if I want to share you," he said. I collapsed off of him and he rolled over onto me. Stretched and slippery as I was with my excitement and his semen, he slipped in with little effort. He started to pump and in a labored whisper I told him "Ahh! Derek, we can't keep doing this, ahh!" "We'll see," he replied, and he quickened his pace. "Oh you fuckin' bitch!" Splashing his last load onto my womb, he got up and left me without a word. He didn't call or answer after that for a week. I thought maybe he had decided to call it off. My pussy ached for just one more roll, but my brain was winning out. I was lucky to have gotten such a great ride and no worse for the wear, I'd just let it slip into my past, a pleasant memory of forbidden lust. I did hear from him again, but when I did it was for the last time. This call arrived late, while Bill was at home. I had to tell him it was student I was tutoring, one who had not read my instruction sheet. Derek told me to meet him tomorrow at an address, not his house. He laughed when I asked what this place was. He assured me it was what we always met for. He said his cock missed my tender, tight, white hole and I started to blush. I ended the call and before I had even hung up my crotch was slick. I'd go tomorrow, no doubt about it. The next morning I jumped out of bed like a kid at Christmas. Bill was already gone and I called in sick and showered. I was well rested and my pussy was too, too well rested, in fact. I thought I would have to take an extra long time with Derek today. I dressed in the same short black dress and thin French g-string he had slipped off of me that first night. The address turned out to be the Marriott. Perfect, I thought. I went in and right up to the desk. When I gave them Derek's name they handed me a key. He'd booked the honeymoon suite. Sounded like fun. If I was wet when I got to the hotel, I was practically fingering myself on the way up the elevator. When I got to the room there was no one there. I looked around. It had a whirlpool bathtub, an overstuffed couch, and a king size bed with a down mattress. I was excited by the possibilities. There was a courtesy basket in the room with three bottles of champagne. I poured a glass and turned on the TV to wait. Only a few minutes later I heard the key turn in the lock. I switched off the TV and jumped up. I wondered where we would fuck first. It had been too long and I was horny to the point of starvation. I was startled when Derek came through the door followed by another man. He was tall and black like Derek, and just a lean, muscled, and physically attractive, but this was not what I had expected. Derek introduced us but I was quiet and quickly becoming nervous at what this other man's presence meant. Derek sent John to make drinks at a bar I hadn't investigated and I pulled Derek into the bedroom and shut the door. "What the Hell is HE doing here? What do you think you're going to do? What do you think I am?" I asked with an angry look on my face. Derek responded by slowly closing the distance between us and smothering me with a kiss. I pushed him back but he still held me. "Stop! Answer me!" I protested. Derek pressed his kiss home again, pulling me tightly up against him and moving his hands over my curves. After a few moments I released myself to the sexual urgency that had only been temporarily forgotten. Feeling my body relax, Derek loosened his grip and let his hands find their way under my dress hem. Lifting it, he pushed me gently back onto the bed. He knelt and parted my legs, bringing his lips to my thighs. His kisses trailed up towards my crotch and I raised my head to watch what I was sure was only the prelude to the serious boning I craved. He pulled aside the thin mesh of my panties and pushed the point of his tongue between the swollen, slick lips of my vagina. I gasped as he slid his tongue up my slit, over my clit and back down and into my hole. Such foreplay would only make me cum faster, but that would only whet my appetite for the long, slow fucking I really enjoyed. But Derek stopped there. Coming up he just gazed at my pussy and smiled. "Now that is just the sweetest hole I ever saw," he said. Hungrily, I sat up and pulled at his belt buckle and fly. My lips found his as I freed his cock, already hard, and lowered it to the angle I needed. I quickly moved my hips forward and touched the tip of his cock to the lips of my pussy, instantly wetting it. But Derek Pushed me back down onto the bed. He dipped the tip in and out a few times and I was ready for it now, right now. "Oh yeah take it! Fuck it now! Oh, God, fuck me!" I mumbled with urgency. "You just a cock-hungry ho'," Derek said. He replaced his manhood and did up his pants. "You said you want mo', that's why I brought you Johnboy. We both gonna' fuck you." I had completely forgotten John. Derek put his hand on my twat and gently massaged it. "C'mon bitch, you ain't sayin' no now. You ain't never said no yet. Tell me you want my dick." I was flushed, aroused, horny as Hell and seemed to be under some sort of spell. "You know I do," I replied. "There ain't no mo' than my dick, just two dicks. One nigga' fucked you silly, now two gonna' fuck you silly. Can't let yo' sweet white pussy go to waste now. Say you gonna' get fucked by two hung niggas." I don't know where my sense of insecurity and propriety had gone, but this seemed to be happening a lot lately. "Yeah, two hung niggas gonna' fuck me." I repeated. "And how," Derek added with a smile. Standing he looked down at me again, "Now go on out there and make nice to John. Ha ain't gonna' hurt ya'." Before he could leave I caught Derek's hips. "Wait Derek, one thing," I extracted the top of his cock from his pants again. I planted a tongue and kiss on the soft, ebony tip, slick with my juices and looked up at him. "Do me one favor; you fuck me first, please." Baby, I wouldn't have it any other way. Yo' pussy want my dick first, that's the way it gotta' be." Reassured by this minor victory, I released him and he left the room. I stood and refreshed myself at the mirror. As I rearranged my hair and fanned my flushed face I wondered what kind of woman I was looking at in the mirror. I was just an ordinary white wife with a nice car, house, husband, everything. What kind of woman just agreed to let two black strangers use her body to dump their semen in. My ambivalence faded at the image of two slick ebony cocks releasing inside me, and my own release following quickly. But I had never been with two men at once, and I knew I had no idea just what was coming. Recomposed and resolved, I left the mirror and went back to the main room. Derek and John were sitting on either end of the couch with drinks. One evidently meant for me sat in the middle of the coffee table. I took my seat between them, settling into the crook of Derek's arm. We made small talk a little while, just getting comfortable with each other. I kept my eye on John, who spent the large part of his attention admiring me. I could tell he was just toying with me in his mind, and it made me a little uncomfortable to know that this stranger was not only undressing me with his eyes, but ravishing me. Still, the nibble Derek had given me in the bedroom had me raging with lust, and John was every bit as attractive as Derek. Derek's hands began to roam over me, one hand stroking my thigh and the other either twirling in my hair or caressing the patch between my collarbone and breast. I was furious with desire and I decided to just plunge in, it all seemed so inevitable anyway. I turned to face Derek and kissed him. His hand immediately went to my breast and as we kissed a little longer, he pushed the strap over my shoulder. Breathing in between kisses, I moved over to straddle Derek's lap. He massaged both breasts gently and pinched at my nipples. A little of this and I began to coo. Derek pushed the other strap off and I let my dress fall down to my waist, revealing my tits for Derek's kisses. He busied his lips with my nipples and I looked over at the other man, whom I had again forgotten. He had extracted his cock and was rubbing it slowly. It was every bit as big and beautiful and dark as Derek's. As I gazed at it I felt more strongly the desire to be fucked and fucked soon, but it also made me a little self aware; I was half naked in a room with a stranger who was also exposed, being fondled by a man who was not my husband. I returned my attention to Derek and I released his ebony snake from his pants. Derek pulled the crotch of my g-string aside and I wedged his shaft into my slit and slid up and down while he continued to work on my nipples. Derek came up for air. "Get down bitch and suck it" he said. Agreeable, I moved onto the floor and knelt by his thighs. I reached for his cock but he stopped me. "No, woman, I wanna' watch you suck Johnboy's cock." He gave me a push in that direction. Sheepishly I pulled my dress back up and moved over between John's legs. Slowly, I approached his groin. As I got close, John presented his cock to my mouth. I took it in hand and it was hard and huge. Its girth barely fit in my palm. I took the tip between my lips and licked and sucked, tentatively at first, but then with confidence. I kept looking back at Derek, who just kept smiling at me with his beautiful cock laying erect on his bare belly. John seemed to be greatly enjoying my mouth. He didn't rush me or shove his cock into my overfilled throat. After a while he di get me to move up onto the couch so that I was on all fours, my ass facing Derek. Derek stroked my thighs but it was John who pulled my dress up over my head. It landed in his lap, interrupting my business. We removed it, and he stood and took his pants the rest of the way off too. Still standing, he indicated that I should resume what I had been doing. This was a much more comfortable position and John could cup my breasts in his hands while I serviced him. Derek cupped my pussy in his hand and slipped his fingers under the hem of my panties, directly stimulating me. I could hear him moving but I didn't look to see what he was doing when finally he pulled me up. He was undressed completely now and during the blow John had also removed his shirt. "C'mon, Johnboy." Derek said, "let's take her to the bedroom and get it on." I sat like a piece of property they were discussing and went when I was led back to the bedroom. John sat on his knees on the oversize bed and Derek stood beside me. "Can't fuck with those on," he said and gestured at my panties. "Take 'em off if you wanna' get fucked." Very self consciously, I slowly pushed my last garment down and stepped out of it. "Now ain't that just the sweetest piece of pussy you ever seen?" He asked John. "Show John yo' pussy." I know I looked puzzled. He grabbed me and turned me around and said "Bend over, bitch, and let the man check out yo' pussy!" Slowly, I did as I was told. "Now move it for him." I ground my hips a little. "Oh yeah, baby! Now, tell him what you told me earlier." "What?" I asked. "You know, I want two niggas . . . C'mon, say it. Say it, bitch." "I - I - Two hung niggas gonna' fuck me," I managed to stammer. "Say you want it. Say you want our two black dicks." "I do. I want your two black dicks. Just fuck me, both of you. Two niggas gonna' fuck the shit outta' me." "Woah man! I think she's ready!" John finally said. "C'mon up here bitch, bring yo' sweet mouth back. I an't had enough of that." I crawled up onto the bed and put John's swollen tool back in my mouth. He was a beautiful body, black as night and with a wonderfully excited black cock. I might not mind giving myself to him after all. I sucked a little more as Derek stood beside the bed stroking his cock and saying "Suck it, bitch, suck that black cock." Soon I felt him get onto the bed behind me and lay his hands on my ass. The familiar shape of his cock was soon pushing its way between the walls of my vagina and up into my depths. Derek always took me slowly at first, and it was always almost painless. Almost, but just enough to let me know I was full to my limit. Having Derek penetrate me was too distracting and I dropped away from Sucking John. I tried to return to my task but I didn't have much success, Derek was a huge presence. "Yo Derek! Slow down and let her suck!" John finally said. Derek almost stopped stroking but kept some pressure on, and I could concentrate on John's cock. Soon, he pushed me back and motioned to Derek. Derek pulled out and flipped me onto my back. I was limp with desire and allowed this. Derek came to my head and presented his wonderful cock to my face. John was crawling between my legs and quickly positioned his already slick cock for entry. Slipping effortlessly in I was a little surprised at how I had so suddenly been taken by a second man. But John was big and black and immediately began to ride me, which was just what my body was crying for. Only a few strokes into me John moaned loudly and began to ram hard. Slowing after a few more strokes, he relaxed. "Damn, I ain't never cum in a white bitch befo'," He finally said. I was a little perturbed that he had already dumped a load into me, but I didn't really want him to pull out or stop. I writhed underneath him. But he got up, his dick hanging limp as he slipped out of me and stepped away. Derek took his place in my lap almost immediately. He slipped quickly into my now very wet hole and began to stroke quickly. With my regular lover, I came in a few minutes. Derek deposited his load on top of John's almost as soon as I was finished. We all rested then, spent for the moment. Soon enough though Derek motioned me on top of him and I obliged, sliding slowly down onto his thick nightstick. I rocked slowly there, encouraging my desire to build back up. John just watched a while, and then joined us by kissing and sucking my breasts. We continued this way, one of them fucking me while the other watched or joined in either stimulating me or getting sucked for another hour. I had another orgasm and asked for a break. Both men left me then, and I heard them talking in the far room. It was Derek who returned first, this time with a bag that I had seen John bring in. In it was a variety of nasty toys, only a few of which he took out. One was a bottle of astroglide and the other was a silk cloth, of what shape I couldn't tell. Derek joined me in the bed and we began kissing and stroking again. I longed only to have him above and inside me, pumping me full of his seed, but he pulled me onto my knees and worked his cock into my pussy from there. He then reached over and took the silk cloth and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes. With him already fucking me, I went with it. Only later did I discover what he was really doing. Finally he rolled me over onto my back and fucked me right, soon filling me again with his semen. No sooner had he finished than I was taken again in that position, by John I thought. Soon I was rolled over and fucked from every angle almost nonstop. One of my men would crawl off, only to soon be replaced in another position. Only one of them was there at a time, so I thought they must be team fucking me. I grew very sore but the constant fucking was turning me on. It seemed to become a quest to get as much fucking done in a day as possible. The blindfold seemed unnecessary, but whatever turned them on. Amy's Cabride Ch. 02 I thought they must have been cumming a lot, at least it sounded that way, and loads of cum seemed to be pouring out of my hole. Every time I was repenetrated it seemed that more would run down my leg or belly. I remember too that their dicks seemed to be no larger, now smaller. Finally I was becoming exhausted. I was being fucked missionary style and I just needed a little extra to get my last orgasm. I moved the blindfold up a tiny bit and watched the black skin flexing against my white and the base of the cock sliding up and down over my bush, in and out of me. That was enough and I came with two hours of steady fucking and what seemed like a gallon of cum pent up inside me. It was mind blowing. The blind fold had slipped off when I opened my eyes and, then I saw above me, just in the throws of his own orgasm, some black man I had never seen before. I immediately started pushing at him, but I was disabled by my recent near death orgasm and he was holding me tight, jamming his seed up into me. "Oh, God! Who the Hell are you? Get off of me!" I finally managed to say. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said with his last strokes. He got up, pulled up his shorts, and walked out of the room. Who the Hell was he? But I was too tired to get too upset. I just curled up with some sheets. I was quickly disturbed by someone pulling at the sheets, another naked black man I didn't recognize, with a hardon. I fought back telling him to get away from me, but I was weak and he didn't listen. His cock was already slick with astroglide and he held me face down with his weight while he inserted himself and fucked me. Thankfully, he finished quickly and left as the last one had. I knew I had to get out of here. I sat up and tried to stand. I had to catch myself on the bed. I looked around for my clothes, they were nowhere in sight. The last man had left the bedroom door open. There were at least 10 men in the main room, including Derek. Derek saw me and smiled. "OK guys, everybody had some? Anybody for seconds? Party's winding down, our party favor looks whupped." There was general laughter and somebody said "Already had seconds." But most of the men got up and left. Derek approached me, my jaw hanging open and a look of horror on my face. "Well I want seconds," he said and flung the door shut. I was angry now and even as he picked me up I hit at him. He flung me on to the bed, landing on top. He quickly bound my hands with the blindfold and opened his fly. My anger had an odd quality now. I was wet with desire at the same time, but I hated him now. Even as he slipped slowly into me again I wanted him dead, but I wanted him to fuck me too, just like we had so many times. I couldn't believe I wanted more now, after so much sex, but I seemed to be shooting up my arousal curve faster than I ever had. I stopped resisting and lifted my legs high and wide for the familiar pounding. Derek raised himself up and I watched him pound me. I came even more intensely than I had the last time and I could feel my tense vaginal muscles spasm around his thick pole. He came almost immediately after I did, dumping one last load into me. He quickly stood and buttoned up his fly, not even drying his cock off. "See ya' sista' was all he said and he left the room. Exhausted and happy, I rolled over on the stained sheets with a smile. I heard him say goodbye to the others in the room. Sitting up I saw John come into the room. He began to strip. Knowing it was pointless to argue, I lay back on the bed, my hands still bound. I think I must have been smiling. John fucked me doggy style, deep and hard. And then he left. The two other strangers in the room took their turns with me, one at a time. As the last man emptied his second load into me I finally felt sated. As his wet, uncircumcised, ebony cock slipped out of me I knew that while I might never see Derek again, I could never get enough black flesh.