15 comments/ 60607 views/ 51 favorites Black Thoughts By: deliciousthoughts This is a story about a white woman who develops a craving for bbc. If that theme is not for you, please do NOT read the story, nor send me abusive emails. The story was inspired by the beautiful Tori Owens, who not only inspired my imagination by allowing me access to her world (through her blog and our conversations) but who also added so much value and motivation by reviewing and editing every single word. * In many ways I'm just your average married woman, albeit one with a high sex-drive. Sex with my husband had always been good, at least until his business began to fail. Those were dark days. Bobby turned to drink then, and occasionally became physically abusive. Along with that, sex waned until it was completely non-existent, at least between the two of us. It seemed, however, that my husband could always find one woman or another when the need took him. I had always been faithful to Bobby during our marriage, even through the latest rocky times. But the lack of sex was getting to me, and as all women know, even a vibrator can only provide so much comfort. I began to fantasise, and for some reason those fantasies always seemed to centre around black movie stars—Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Mekhi Phifer. Gradually, the fantasies developed into more of an obsession. It seemed that every time I used my vibe, it was to the thought of one of my black heroes pounding away inside me. For a while, of course, that's all it was. But as Bobby became more abusive, particularly after a night of heavy drinking, I found myself escaping by replacing the unattainable movie stars I fantasised about, with the black strangers I saw all around me in real life. My obsession grew to the point where in my mind, I practically undressed every black man I saw. I fantasised about them fucking me anywhere, anyplace, anytime. I guess part of it was that my husband didn't want me anymore; he liked to hit me, so my head told me I deserved to be taken and used like a slut. It became very complicated, a sort of mixture of the need to be punished mixed with the sexual arousal that was all but consuming me. When a black man looked back at me, that made me feel better. He wanted me; why didn't Bobby? So I began to frequent places where I would be able to see or interact with the men in my fantasies. The local supermarket was first on my list. Black teenagers used the car park as a meeting point and the brazen way they looked at me when I arrived on a shopping trip was a real turn-on. After a while I started to tease them by dressing more provocatively—low cut tops, no bra, short skirts... There was a particular young guy I liked—he was eighteen or nineteen—who actually worked in the supermarket. I always made a point of using his till to check out my purchases. His name was Antony, and the intense way he always looked at me had him regularly featuring in my masturbatory fantasies. He was the perfect bridge between my imagination and real life, not that anything was ever going to happen. It was just a way of helping me get off when lying alone in my bed, and partly satisfying my growing craving for black cock. I knew that it would take either an extraordinary set of circumstances or something completely unexpected to turn those sexual cravings into a real life encounter. It happened on a Monday... ---------- "Ya should be careful, Missy," Antony said to me one day, when I was checking out at his till. I loved that deep, youthful voice. We had always chatted a little while I was there, but it was the first time he had taken the initiative to speak to me like this. "Careful?" "Some of the boys around here talk about ya," he said, his gaze alternating between my face and the hard nipples poking through my top. "Them boys ain't right for a beautiful woman like you. Ya best be careful, I'm tellin' ya." His unexpected warning took me completely by surprise. The boys who hung around the car park talked about me? A blush ran up my neck and I patted my hair while I tried to think of how to respond. "I'm sure they mean no harm," I weakly said. He shrugged his shoulders. "They only have one thing on they mind, Missy. White woman dresses the way you do, they get the wrong idea. They always got that thing on they mind." If it was possible for my nipples to harden further, they did. Instantly. In a fluster, I leant forward to collect the final piece of my shopping from the counter and his eyes met mine again. Then they slowly dipped into my cleavage. I found it impossible to stand upright again until his gaze returned to my face. It was at that moment my life changed. I don't know if Antony recognised the look of desperation in my eyes, or if he thought I was sending him a message by leaning forward so provocatively. I wasn't. Not deliberately. Was I? Whatever the answer, a knowing look covered his face. "I have my coffee break in ten minutes," he simply said. His eyes darted around him to make sure he wasn't in danger of being overheard. "There's a blue door at the back of the store," he said, lowering his tone. "You can park your car there..." ---------- My whole body was shaking as sat in my car debating whether to drive home, or around the corner to that blue door. The slutty side of me was telling me that I'd never forgive myself if I didn't follow this through. Nothing was going to immediately happen, of course, but why not have a cup of coffee with the boy and see where it led? The other side—the sensible side—screamed that I should get out of there as quickly as I could, sprawl out on my bed, and use both of my favourite vibes until I was able to quench the need inside me. Yes, that was the thing to do... So it came as a considerable surprise to me when I found myself slowly circling the car towards to the back of the store. I just wanted to see the blue door, of course. Just out of curiosity. I sat there, staring at it, willing myself to start the car again and drive home, when it opened. Antony's head peeked around the corner. The smile that creased his face when he saw me waiting for him found its way between my thighs. Okay, I told myself, taking a deep breath. One coffee. It couldn't do any harm. Talking to him again at close quarters would make it all the sweeter when I returned home and fucked myself while imaging him pounding my brains out. I left the car and hurried inside before anyone could notice what I was doing. I'm not sure what I expected, maybe a corridor through to the coffee area, but instead I found myself inside a very small storage room. As soon as he closed the door behind us, I felt his hand on my arm. I turned to speak to him, but he was suddenly all over me like a whirlwind. His mouth found mine, one hand cupped my right boob and the other slid underneath the hem of my skirt. I gasped out loud and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His thick lips were all over my neck and he was pinching my nipple between his fingers. "Wait, wait," I told him, trying to catch my breath. "I'm married, Antony." I naively held up my finger to show him my wedding ring, as if that gesture offered me some kind of protection. When he stepped away, we were both breathing heavily. I didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed. Why the fuck had I stopped him? How often did chances like this come along? I could have pretended to myself that he'd taken me by force. That it hadn't been my fault. We stared at one another for a few seconds, and then he slowly nodded. It was as if he could see the confusion registered in my face. And the need... His hands dropped to his waist and he slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. I watched silently, like a rabbit caught in the glare of headlights, the irregular sound of my breathing filling my ears. He pulled down his zipper and yanked out his prize. I stared at his manhood, mesmerised. He was already semi erect. When he reached for my hand and placed it on his throbbing shaft, I almost fainted. It felt so warm in my palm. "It's okay," he reassured me, sensing my nervousness. He was calmer now and his tone was soothing. He'd recognised the warning signs and was no longer rushing me into anything. He was letting me feel my own way. I began to stroke him, gently, listening to him growl as my grip tightened. His young cock was magnificent. My eyes briefly caught his aroused smile and then they dropped to his manhood again. The sight of my white hand on his black flesh was unbelievably erotic. When his large hands went to my shoulders and began to push me downwards, I didn't resist. I could smell the boy-sweat on him as I sank to my knees and I stretched my fingers as far around the base of his cock as they would go. "That's it, Missy..." he commanded. "Suck it..." His tone had remained calm but I could tell that his voice had turned thicker. He was every bit as aroused as I was. Then his fingers were in my hair, encouraging me closer. "Ah only have ten minutes," he said. "They're very strict." He sounded desperate, but he wasn't as desperate as I was. My eyes travelled upwards to meet his as I dipped my head forward and took just his mushroom head between my lips. A shudder of arousal passed through his body as my tongue caressed him. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me there as if he was frightened I might change my mind, but the moment to turn back had long gone. I was hooked. I inched my mouth forward on him. This time, I licked along the full length of his shaft before swallowing as much of his young black cock as I could. When I began to suck eagerly, it felt like every fantasy I'd ever had in my life had just come true. I sucked him for longer than ten minutes, I'm sure. The sound of my slurping and his groans were like an aphrodisiac. I even had his balls in my mouth a couple of times. But time was against us. He gripped my hair more tightly, holding my head in position as he started to thrust. I wanted to tell him to ease off, to let me do the work, but that was impossible with my mouth so full. His body began to move faster, telling me that he didn't have time for a slow, sensual approach. I gave up trying to control his thrusting hips and instead focused on preventing myself from gagging as he buried himself down my throat. He didn't last much longer, although I wasn't sure I could take any credit for that. I started to pull back when I felt him tense, but his hands held my head in place. Oh fuck, he was going to cum in my mouth! I had never even allowed Bobby to do that. In the nano second it took for the thought to filter through my brain, I realised I had no choice. Nor did I want any. When he exploded, it felt like he was launching a liquid rocket attack. I gripped his ass with both hands as I took each burst as best I could, quickly realising that I had to swallow hard before accepting the next spurt. Some spilled from my lips onto my top, but who cared? This was unbelievable. It felt like he spurted forever. When he eventually started to relax, I sat back on my haunches, exhausted by the emotion of it all. I was so fazed that I involuntarily reached out with a fingertip to collect a blob of cum from my top and sucked it between my lips. He grinned down at me as he tucked his diminishing manhood back into his trousers. I moaned inwardly. If we'd had more time, I could have licked him clean. Then he was helping me to my feet and holding me in his arms. "Tomorrow is my day off," he persuasively whispered in my ear. "I usually spend it with my brother and his girlfriend. Why don't ya join us? We can hang out together." My body practically went rigid. I couldn't do that. I knew that I wanted to see Antony again—yes, I wanted to do this again—but my brain couldn't think further than that right now. He didn't wait for an answer...or was he taking it for granted? With a glance at his watch, he pushed the outside door open. Sunlight flooded into the small room and I squinted out to make sure there was no-one around. "Meet me outside here, ten o'clock in the morning," he told me as I stepped outside. "What's ya first name, by the way?" THE NEXT DAY I drove slowly towards my date with fate, breathing heavily in an attempt to keep my emotions in check. I'd got myself off several times last night to thoughts of sucking Antony's thick cock again—and the fantasies didn't stop there. I'd cum loudest when I'd imagined him fucking me doggy style. But in the end I had decided that, as exhilarating as the experience had been, it had to stop there. Despite the near breakdown of my marriage, cheating on Bobby didn't go down easily with me. I could partly excuse myself by saying it was circumstances, but if I allowed it to happen again then I was heading down a slippery slope to goodness knows where. I would have stuck with that decision, too, I told myself, had it not been for Bobby returning home in the middle of the night, drunk out of his skull, and reeking of stale perfume. He hadn't hit me, but he had dragged me out of bed and told me to make him something to eat. Enough was enough. So here I was, driving into the Supermarket entrance, determined that I should have my revenge. If he could play around, why shouldn't I? I drove at a snail's pace, trying to calm my nerves, through the main car park, around the side of the building, past the black 'Deliveries' sign and arrow, and towards the now familiar blue door at the back. A single blue car was parked close to the door, a Fiat, I think. Antony was leaning against the bonnet of the car, next to another guy and a woman. He'd said he'd be with his brother and his girlfriend, but I hadn't expected her to be white. I was around fifteen minutes late, partly because I still hadn't been sure I could go through with this but also because I couldn't decide what to wear. Should I be more demure, or would he prefer a sluttier look? In the end I'd gone with instinct and chosen a buttoned red top and short black skirt. The skimpy black thong was my only underwear and I complimented the outfit with three inch black heels. Antony's brother glanced at me and when he passed a comment to his girlfriend out of the side of his mouth, she laughed out loud. She was a stunning looking woman, with those glossy red lips, short black hair, and deep brown eyes. She was casually dressed in a cover-up that tied in the front as if she were on her way to the beach. No buttons, just laps one side over the other. Antony hurried over to my car as soon as I'd pulled to a stop and yanked open the passenger door. "Jevon thought ya weren't coming but I knew ya would," he said, shooting me a cocky grin as he slid into the seat beside me. "Just follow their car." I turned my head to see it was already speeding across the car park towards the exit. "Where are we going?" I croaked. "Back to our place." His grin widened as he placed his hand on my bare thigh. "We'll be more comfortable there." I put the car into gear and edged forward. Back to their apartment? This was all moving too fast. "Quick, or ya'll lose them," he said, pointing ahead. His brother's car was turning a corner and I instinctively pushed my foot on the accelerator. "I told Jevon all about yesterday," he explained, running his hand up and down my bare thigh. "He couldn't wait to meet ya. Tori, too. She's fun." He'd told his brother? Of course he had! The thought was as hot as it was embarrassing. "I thought about that all night," he murmured. He leant across so that he could casually drape his arm over my shoulder. When his fingertips grazed my nipple, he gently began to scratch it. I had to choke back a groan. "You think about me?" he asked. I nodded. It wasn't that easy to breathe, never mind speak. I hoped he wasn't going to ask me what I'd been thinking... "Yo!" he laughed, cupping the whole of my breast now. "I bet ya did. I ain't ever had a lady suck me like that." As soon as we hit a set of traffic lights, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. Oh my Lord, he was hard. I could almost feel him throbbing under my palm. "Can't wait," he grunted. It took him a couple of seconds to free himself and even as I stared in awe at his black dick, he yanked my head down. It was ridiculous. We were at traffic lights in the middle of the High Street and he wanted me to suck him. He had me sucking him. I couldn't resist. I'd taken his shaft in my mouth as soon as he'd pulled my head to it and was actually giving him head right here in the car. I heard the sound of a horn, and then another. The lights had changed to green. I panicked but still he didn't let me up straight away. When he did, he lowered his window and stuck a finger skywards at the car behind. "Asshole," I heard him shout as I put the car into gear and revved away as fast as I dared. ---------- I was still hot, flustered and cringing with embarrassment when we reached their place, but it seemed that Antony had already forgotten the incident. Maybe I was being too sensitive? The apartment was small and untidy, with just a couple of rooms. Jevon and Tori were already inside. When Jevon pulled a joint from somewhere and lit it, I began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. This wasn't my scene at all. The joint hung from the corner of his lips as he casually walked across towards me, his hungry gaze covering every inch of my body. "So, yo' the bitch that sucked my bro's dick," he grunted. His eyes held mine as his fingers went to the buttons of my red top. Smoke drifted upwards from the joint as he unfastened them, one by one. I tried to look away from his challenging gaze but somehow my eyes remained locked on his. His gaze only left mine as he pulled the two halves of my blouse apart. His eyes consumed my tits as if he was evaluating a work of art. I knew that my large breasts were probably my best feature, and from the way he nodded his head in appreciation, it seemed he agreed. He took each of them in the palms of his hands, sampling their shape and firmness as if he was handling two pieces of fruit. His thumbs flicked over my erect nipples. "Nice tits," he grunted, nodding again. "Real nice..." I choked back a moan and closed my eyes. It occurred to me that I should have done something daring—maybe reached a hand out to trace the outline of his manhood through his grubby jeans and said something clever. "Nice cock. Shows promise..." But that wasn't me. Instead I felt a blush cover me from my head to my toes. "Here," he said, plucking the joint from his lips. "Take a hit." I shook my head. "I don't..." I hoarsely whispered. His lips creased in amusement. When he returned the joint to his mouth, he took a large drag. He leaned in for what I thought was going to be a kiss and I tried hard not to flinch. Instead, he opened his mouth as our lips met and he passed the acrid smoke from his lungs to mine. "Sure ya do," he grinned. "A little shotgun for the slut, huh? Make ya feel even better when my cock's all up in ya." I didn't know if my sudden coughing fit was from the smoke or his words, but I was grateful when Tori came to my recue with a small bottle of water. My eyes watered as I gulped it back and my head was starting to feel woozy. "That's just Jevon," she explained. "He's full of shit. But you won't care once you've seen the size of his cock. C'mon, I'll look after you." She led me into a small bedroom, with two single beds and practically nothing else. Jevon was at one side, Antony the other, and they were pushing the beds together. I felt Tori slide my blouse from my shoulders and when I turned my head to look at her, her lips met mine in an over the shoulder kiss. I'd never kissed a woman before. Black Thoughts She smiled at me as she undressed, pulling her lacy mocha boy-shorts down her thighs and unclasping the matching plunge bra. Her tits—even larger than mine—were mouth watering and her dangling belly button piercing pointed the way to her baby-smooth pussy. She helped me remove my skirt and thong and gently drew me down with her onto the bed. "Let's watch the boys, shall we?" she giggled. Jevon and Antony were happy to oblige. They stripped arrogantly, revelling in their nakedness. With their hard muscular bodies, it was easy to understand why. And I could see that it wasn't just Jevon's attitude that was cocky. Tori had been right. His impressive dick was even bigger than his younger brother's. I was so absorbed with the two guys that it took a moment to realise Tori was running her hands over my body as we watched them undress. Her stroking fingers between my thighs had me halfway towards an orgasm within thirty seconds. But just as she was turning my face towards her to kiss me again, the two brothers wanted a piece of the action. Jevon grabbed Tori's hair and slapped his cock against her face—three, four times—before feeding it between her hungry lips. Antony was gentler, cupping my chin with one hand as he presented his now familiar cock to my mouth. The effect was the same. Side by side, the two white girls eagerly began to suck the two black dicks. ---------- Tori was even noisier than I was. Her continuous wailing as Jevon fucked her was the hottest sound I'd ever heard. But I wasn't far behind. My moans had increased in intensity with each of Antony's downthrusts. It had happened. It had actually happened. I was being fucked by a black stud and the sensation was a hundred times more fulfilling than in even my wildest masturbatory fantasy. Tori was like a madwoman, undulating like a stripper under Jevon's perspiring black body. Her enthusiasm was infectious. I had my legs wrapped around Antony's muscular torso and was rapidly pumping my hips upwards for all I was worth. Sex with Bobby had never been like this. Between the four of us, we had the makeshift double bed bouncing. I'd already cum twice and from the way she was moaning, Tori was close to another, too. When she suddenly announced her climax with a torrent of curses, Jevon turned his head to look directly at me. Antony's cock was hitting places inside me hitherto untouched, but even that couldn't match the sheer wanton lewdness of his older brother's triumphant gaze. Just as he had when he'd exposed my tits, his gaze didn't leave mine as he tapped Antony on the shoulder. "Switch the bitches," he growled. I almost fainted. ---------- In all the sexual encounters I'd ever experienced, I'd learnt that the axiom 'size does matter' was a self evident truth. Had I ever doubted it, Jevon's dick would have restored my faith. Sex with Antony was unbelievable. With his brother, it was insanely gratifying. As soon as he and Antony had changed partners, he had pushed me down onto my face, roughly yanked my legs apart and then rammed that monster of his inside me. I instantly screamed out another orgasm. Until today, I had never thought of myself as especially noisy during sex. Certainly not with Bobby, and not particularly with any of my former lovers either. Come to think of it, I was at my loudest with a vibe inside me. The brothers had changed all that—Antony first and now Jevon. With his hand in my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded me from behind, I was screaming out swearwords I wasn't even aware I knew. Jevon was noisy, too, although in his case it was to tell me what a slut I was, that he owned me now, and that he would fuck me any time he wanted. I both hated and loved his words. No-one had ever spoken to me in that way before. Antony had been pretty vanilla in the way he fucked me but Jevon liked variety. Each time I came, he'd instantly change position and start to fuck me again. When he had me on my back, ankles behind his ears, Tori twisted her body on the bed beside me and began to suck on my nipple. The orgasm that instantly produced was my noisiest yet. When, eventually, it became too much for even an arrogant black stud like him, he pulled out just before he came and grabbed my hair. Pulling my face towards his juice-covered cock, he held me there while he sprayed his thick man-juice all over my neck, boobs and stomach. "Rub it in," he told me with a condescending laugh. "It's good for your skin." ---------- The two brothers were taking a temporary rest from their exertions in the other room while Tori and I chatted on the makeshift bed. My whole body was sore and I knew I should feel guilty. But I didn't. The whole morning just felt surreal. Antony was drinking a beer while Jevon was pacing back and forward while he talked on his mobile phone. Another joint hung loosely from his lips. My head was still a little woozy. I wondered whether the smoke I'd inhaled earlier had added to the uninhibited way I'd let them fuck me. I could see him through the open door and the sight of his manhood swinging between his legs was registering a response between my thighs. I'd never liked conceited, overconfident guys before, but I was practically gagging for him to fuck me again. "Didn't I tell you?" Tori good-humouredly murmured in my ear. "He's full of shit, but that cock is something else." Her ripe breasts looked fantastic as she half-sat up on the bed. I absent-mindedly pushed a strand of her damp hair away from her eye. She really was incredibly beautiful. And she was sexy, too. The way she had held her arms out wide as she gyrated on Antony's cock was an image that would stay with me forever. "I told you I'd look after you," she said, trailing the back of her fingernails across my back. "You and I are going to be good friends." I shyly smiled at her. "I'd like that." "You're bi?" I smiled again, as much to myself as her. Until she'd touched me earlier, the thought of being with another woman had never even occurred to me. She caught onto my bashfulness instantly. "You've got to be kidding me! You were really into it earlier." Her dark sultry eyes sexily fixed on mine as she gently pushed me from my side onto my back. She licked herlipstick-smeared lips as her eyes flicked down between my legs. "Want to try again?" Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't draw my gaze away as she manoeuvred herself between my thighs. This was turning into a day of discovery. She teased me by kissing along my inner thigh and continued to stare into my eyes as she ran her tongue along the full length of my sex. My jaw tightened, but no sound escaped my gaping mouth. The feeling of her lips and tongue on my sex was paralyzing. She raised her head for a moment and grinned lewdly at me before returning to her task. When her fingers joined her lips, my orgasm was instantaneous and I arched my back as the sensations coursed through me. Tori sat up enough to watch my expression as I climaxed. Then she pushed my legs wider apart and returned to my sex. This time, her fingers were bolder, curling inside me as her lips closed over my labia. Antony walked into the room and positioned himself behind her. He grinned at me as he stroked his cock to hardness. His eyes stayed on mine as he pulled Tori's ass upwards on the bed and I heard her gasp into my sex as he entered her. The sight of her tongue pushing into my labia while he began to fuck her doggie style had me instantly close again. Each thrust was forcing that talented tongue deeper inside me. When Jevon returned, he sat on the bed beside my head and placed the joint in my mouth. I found myself taking a long toke. Satisfied, he took it back between his own lips and offered his cock to my mouth as a replacement. My head was buzzing now and I found myself wrapping my fingers around the base of his manhood and eagerly taking as much of his thick shaft as I could between my lips. The rest of the day passed in a haze. I remember accepting more of the joint. I can still see myself sitting on Jevon, grinding down on his cock like a lap dancer while he casually watched with his hands folded behind his head. I can still hear Tori's screams of pleasure as the two brothers took turns with us again. And I can vividly recall her lying back, spreading her thighs, and crooking her finger at me. I'd crawled between her thighs like a starving animal and hadn't stopped licking her 'til she'd cum on my face. I have no idea how, or what time, I'd eventually returned home. I'd just been relieved that Bobby hadn't been there. As I'd lain in the bath, letting the bubbles soothe my aching and well-fucked body, I remember thinking happily that life was never going to be the same again. SEVERAL WEEKS LATER All good things had to come to an end, but I hadn't expected this particular ending to arrive so quickly. My craving for black cock had become an addiction, and like all addictions, I just couldn't get enough. Tori and I had been fucking the two brothers most every other day for the last few weeks. Their stamina was amazing—so was Tori's—while after going for so long without sex, Jevon and Antony had truly released the slut inside me. I was the proverbial bitch in heat. Bobby was out late practically every night now, and occasionally he didn't come home at all. Before that first experience with Antony, I'd sit at home like a good little wife. Now, I revelled in my new-found freedom. When the boys weren't available, Tori and I would meet up and find any club that had a dance floor. We had become really good friends and had developed a routine designed to draw attention to ourselves and tease the guys around us. I'd come a long way in such a short time... But no matter how much we teased, the end result was always the same. If they weren't black, we weren't interested. We'd leave the guys frustrated while she and I made out anywhere we could—the back of a taxi, the back of a car, and once or twice at her place. I hadn't dared take her back to mine for fear of my now volatile husband walking in on us. She had confided in me a couple of times that Jevon was in trouble. He was apparently involved in 'shady dealings' and was concerned about the interest being shown by the police. But one night, when that interest had suddenly stepped up a couple of notches, he'd decided he had no choice other than to get out of London real quick. Antony went with him, and although we were both invited to visit them when they settled in Manchester, our needs were more immediate than that. That meant we had to find alternatives. ---------- The double-tiered nightclub Tori took me to was alive with the heavy beat of music and filled to the brim with beautiful people. There was apparently a list you had to be on to get in, but she seemed to know the bouncer, a huge black man called Ace. He let us in without a discussion. I'd dressed to impress in a tight black dress that clung to my curves and would leave no-one in any doubt that I was naked underneath. Tori was even hotter in a short blue mini-skirt that showed off her fabulous legs, white top and heels. After an hour or so of non-stop dancing, teasing all the guys around us, we'd identified our targets. Two cool-looking black guys had been watching us ever since we'd taken to the floor. When they casually made their way over, Tori went into overdrive. Her movements became even raunchier—hands on her head, provocatively swinging her fabulous body from side to side to each pounding beat. If they weren't impressed, they weren't human. Even I could feel the heat between my thighs. The taller of the guys began to match her movements, pairing off with her as he showed a passable series of moves. "I'm DeMarcus," he shouted above the sound of the music, then nodded at his friend. "This is Trey." Tori verbally ignored his greeting, but answered by stretching a leg between his and grinding into him. I wished I had her confidence. Trey meantime had insinuated himself between them and me. It was clear this was a well-worked routine they had used before. "Hey baby," he grinned, as he moved in behind me and settled his hands on my hips. "You're too damn hot to dance by yourself," he whispered into my ear. To anyone watching it would have appeared we were dancing closely together. But in reality, he was dry humping my ass. His hands had pulled me back against his groin and I could feel his cock grow with every thrust. It was an impressive introduction. "You know what I like?" he continued. Anal sex was the first thing that came to my mind, considering the way his hardness was grinding into my ass, but if he'd said the words I would have been outta that club like a shot. "Shy white girls with big tits..." As he spoke, he cupped my boobs over my dress. I should have knocked them away, but I didn't. My nipples were screaming for attention. If we weren't wearing clothes, he'd practically be fucking me on the dance floor. And I so needed to be fucked. "DeMarcus, he like the wild ones," he continued, biting on my earlobe. "Like that friend of yours..." I glanced across at Tori. She was provocatively shimmying lower until her head was level with DeMarcus's crotch. When she caught my glance, she grinned at me and rubbed her cheek on his bulge before working her way back up again. "Wanna see what I got for you?" Trey grinned. I thought that's what I had been doing ever since they'd approached us. He'd done nothing but squeeze my tits and grind his cock into my ass since our first contact. It occurred to me that if he could arouse me like this on the dance floor, he'd have me crawling up the wall in bed. Or in the car. Or up against a wall... Tori appeared in front of me, still swaying her hips. She locked her hands around my neck and pushed in to me. Her knowing look confirmed that we'd found what we were looking for. DeMarcus immediately followed, grinding into her ass the way Trey was doing with me. The two guys had us pushed tight into one another and we let them dry-hump us while our glossy lips found each other. Sparks were going off inside my pussy. "Shee-it," I heard Trey mumble in my ear as the kiss deepened. "That shit there's the business!" When our lips broke free, I could see that Tori was every bit as turned on as I was. She turned her body into DeMarcus and this time it was his throat she was pushing her tongue down. Now I had her ass pushing back into my groin and Trey's hard cock pumping against my ass. He'd found a way of working the back of my dress up and discovered I was naked underneath. The only thing between my dripping sex and his dick was his cotton Dockers. When Tori dropped her hands between DeMarcus' legs, I saw his confident eyes widen. For a moment I wasn't absolutely sure what she was up to; then I realised she was unzipping him. Partially hidden by the proximity of our bodies, she sank to a crouch and took his now exposed dick in her mouth. "Holy Fuck." The words came from Trey behind me as he suddenly caught up with what was going on. "I gotta get me some of that shit..." He backed off my ass just long enough for me to hear the sound of his zip. He wanted me to suck him off, too! In a panic, I looked at him over my shoulder, eyes wide. It just wasn't going to happen. Well, not here, anyway. But before I could speak, his knees forced my legs apart and I tensed like a coiled spring as I felt his cock pushing under my asscheeks. "Bend forward," he rasped in my ear. He wanted to fuck me right here on the dance floor! I couldn't. Even with my new-found sexual persona, I couldn't. Anywhere else, he could fuck me all night long. But there were too many people dancing around us. Someone would notice. But he wasn't going to be denied. His hand on my neck bent me forward and I could feel Tori's head move back and forth against my stomach as it bobbed on DeMarcus' cock. The look of satisfaction on his face when his eyes suddenly found mine made me blush. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to steady myself as Trey's dick found its way inside my wetness with an impressive accuracy. I closed my eyes, as if that way we couldn't be discovered. There wasn't any way we could get away with this. Could we? The common sense that remained in my brain was swept away as Trey began to move inside me. He took his time, fucking me slowly, as if trying not to draw attention to us. But that just made me want to scream. If he was going to fuck me, I wanted it hard. My hands tightened around DeMarcus's neck as a mixture of embarrassment and arousal fed through my veins. I wondered how many times the two of them had performed like this and decided I didn't care. The friction inside me was incredible. DeMarcus could hear my soft grunts in his ear and he began to talk to me. "Ya like that, baby? Ya like that big black cock in your pussy?" "So does ya friend. Her sweet lips are doin' a good job down there on DeMarcus' dick..." "Trey's good, baby, but wait 'til you feel what DeMarcus got for ya." I covered his thick lips with mine in an effort to shut him up. That thick black shaft inside me was starting to take me over the edge. His tongue found mine and suddenly it was impossible to hold back. That was when all hell broke loose. ---------- I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. Somehow Tori and DeMarcus had been able to convince the Management they were innocent bystanders. He'd zipped himself up and Tori was back on her feet while the over-muscled security guards had concentrated on Trey and I. As I'd been in the throes of an orgasm, and Trey was caught with his dick buried deep inside me, we had no such excuse. We were marched straight to the exit, thrown out, told we were barred for life and that we were lucky they didn't call the police. They didn't want the publicity, apparently. Trey couldn't have cared less but I felt ashamed, and I was frightened. Had the police been summoned, it would have been in all the papers. Bobby would have found out. So would my friends and family. It just didn't bear thinking about. Trey took me to a late night coffee house to help me calm myself. It took a while. I was so spooked that I ended up telling him more than I wanted, and he told me that if Bobby ever hit me again, he and a few of his friends would take care of him. I didn't want that, of course. I didn't want anyone's involvement. But that was so sweet of him. The mood changed for the better after that. He told me a bit about himself, DeMarcus, and their friends. How they loved the company of beautiful white women but he'd never met one as stunning as me. Bullshit, I knew, but it was nice to hear it all the same. I was 'shit-hot' apparently. That made me smile. "Feeling better?" he eventually asked. His voice was different. So was the look in his eyes. It took a moment to realise that his hand was on my bare thigh, slowly stroking. His gaze was on my tits again. It was like flicking on a switch inside my body. The adrenalin of the evening was still flowing through me and although I'd come close to disaster, I'd got away with it. But everything that had gone before that moment had been hot. The dancing, the way Tori had gone down on DeMarcus, and then Trey actually starting to fuck me on the dance floor. He must have seen the need in my eyes, too. "We have some unfinished business, baby," his deep voice drawled. I nodded. "Where?" ---------- I'm not sure where I expected Trey to take me, but it wasn't the smallish car park at the back of the coffee bar. Still, it was as good a place as any. I was every bit as desperate to feel his cock inside me as he was. We weren't going to make love. He was going to fuck me. Where better? Black Thoughts Practically as soon as we exited, he had me pinned against the white painted brick wall at the far end of the car park. His mouth found my tits at the same time as he ripped the front of my black dress down. When I dragged the hem of my dress up to my waist, I was as good as naked. I knew I could quickly cover myself if we were disturbed, but that wasn't likely. Our position was sufficiently protected by the top of the Range Rover 4x4 parked next to the wall. Unless someone returned to collect it, we would remain undiscovered, and whoever owned the shining new vehicle wasn't inside the coffee bar, that was for sure. My hands reached for his cotton Dockers while his mouth was mauling my tits. After a brief struggle with his zip, I was able to push them down to his knees and drag his cock from his shorts. It was already granite hard. No sooner did I have him in my palm than he roughly swung me around—this seemed to be a favourite position of his—and slid his cock between my spread legs. I was so turned on that I almost climaxed there and then. I rested my outstretched arms against the wall in front of me and pushed my ass back. At first he fucked me with his hands on my hips, but as we got into the action he moved them so that he could maul my tits. We were so frantic that his cock came out a couple of times, already shiny with my juices. He impatiently rammed it back inside me again. Then the rhythm returned, and it was perfect. His breath was a harsh rasp as he thrust inside me like a well-oiled machine, matching my movements with his own. Trey suddenly slapped one hand across my ass as he fucked me, making me gasp in surprise. Then another. It felt good. When I turned my head to stare into his eyes, he drifted one hand down the front of my body and began to rub my clit. "Oh fuck, oh shit..." It was my voice, trembling with arousal. I spread my legs even wider and tightened my cunt muscles around his hardness, sending a surge of need down to his balls. He responded by growling his approval in my ear and biting my shoulder. I suspected that his teeth would leave a mark on my skin, but I didn't care. I could smell his after-shave mingling with the musk of his sweat. It was a powerful, manly aroma. I came hard under his caressing fingers but he didn't slow his pace. He was talking to me now, telling me what a slut I was and how much I needed his black cock. He'd never spoken truer words. I could hear voices nearby, somewhere beyond the wall, and I held my breath until I was sure they weren't heading in our direction. Trey had no such inhibitions. His hand continued to work furiously on my sensitive clit, arousing and thrilling me until I couldn't remain still. I bucked my ass backwards, loving the feel of his balls as they slapped against my flesh. "Take it, bitch," he grunted, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head up. "Take everything Trey got for ya." He kicked my feet even farther apart and I had to push hard against the wall in front of me to prevent myself from toppling over. He was pumping harder now, racing toward his orgasm. I needed it every bit as much as he did and set myself, stiffening my body to allow maximum penetration as he grunted away behind me. His thrusts seemed to go on forever, faster and harder. At last I felt his body tense and then—finally, gloriously—he was firing quick hot streams of cum into my body. I anchored the soles of my feet on the ground as he continued to thrust, humping back on his cock until I had taken everything he had to give. He pulled from me without a word and stepped back. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and the noise of his zipper being pulled up. Slumping forward against the wall, my heart was pounding and sweat was pouring from my temporarily satisfied body. Looking at him, I worked my dress back into place with trembling hands. I felt as though I'd been turned inside out. Even a few short hours ago, who could have predicted that the night was going to turn out like this? THE VERY NEXT DAY Everything had happened so quickly. Tori had called me early morning and told me to hurry over to her place. We'd spent an hour bringing each other up-to-date on the happenings of last night—she and DeMarcus seemed to have had even more fun that Trey and me—and then she had surprised me by confiding that she'd arranged for us to spend the day with our new lovers. The sound of a horn told us they had arrived. When we got outside, DeMarcus and Trey were standing next to a big pearl-white open-top Cadillac SUV with rims. Subtle, I thought... Trey pushed me in the back seat and then got in beside me. Tori sat up against DeMarcus in the front, squeezing tightly against him. As soon as he stared to drive, she turned around in the front seat to wink at me. Then she shifted position again and her head disappeared into his lap. Trey and I started to make out; my hand on his cock through his cotton Dockers and his under my skirt. I wasn't wearing any panties. My eyes narrowed as he pushed my legs apart. When he slid two fingers inside me, I almost creamed there and then. He continued to finger me throughout the journey, not enough to make me cum but enough to ramp up my arousal and have me squirming on my seat. But what was even hotter was the way DeMarcus's eyes were glued to mine in the mirror. Tori was sucking him off, Trey was fingering me, and yet DeMarcus and I were fucking each other with our eyes. What had he told me in the night club? "Trey's good, baby, but wait 'til you feel what DeMarcus has between his legs..." I came instantly on Trey's probing fingers at the thought of finding out. ---------- We stopped at a bar a couple of miles away. A couple of Trey's friends were waiting for us—Derrick and Shug—and DeMarcus casually introduced us before ordering beers. The kid serving saw me at the same time I saw him. It was Jonny Parsons. He lived just across the road and Bobby and I had attended his eighteenth birthday party not more than a couple of months ago. He looked shocked to see me, and no wonder. I was dressed at my sluttiest and at that moment Trey's arm was around my shoulder, his large hand cradling my breast. I slipped the sunglasses in my hair down over my eyes as a wave of embarrassment washed through me—embarrassment and a wet feeling between my thighs. He was a strange kid, Jonny. I only hoped I could trust him not to tell his parents. When I glanced back at DeMarcus, he was grinning at me. They all were. Then it hit me that they expected Tori or me to pay. I felt stupid and hurriedly found my purse before handing over the money to Jonny. I couldn't meet his eye as I placed it into his black hand. The guys started to chat about nothing in particular but Derrick and Shug seemed to have difficulty in taking their eyes off Tori and me. We didn't need to be clairvoyant to know what they were thinking. That made five guys checking me out. Although he was trying not to show it, Jonny was doing the same from the bar. When Trey cupped my boob again and asked his two friends what they thought, it suddenly occurred to me that our two lovers might be planning on sharing us. Holy shit. As if in answer to Trey's question, Derrick reached over to tug the strap of my dress down one shoulder, revealing my breast. Shug did the same with Tori. I could feel a blush cover the whole of my body but Tori had no such inhibitions. She pulled down her other strap, too, and let the guys feast on her large tits. Shug's eyes widened appreciatively and he gave a low whistle. "Them some big ol' titties," he murmured. He put down his beer and reached out to cup one of her boobs. Derrick did the same with me. My nipple hardened in his palm. People around the bar area were beginning to stare, and goodness knows what Jonny was thinking. "Ya know what that smell is?" DeMarcus asked, sniffing into the air. "What's that?" Shug said, with a wide grin. "That's what wet white pussy smell like," he teased. The four guys burst out laughing. With them all watching closely, DeMarcus made a show of sliding his hand under the hem of my short dress. When he ran his fingers across my labia, I had to bite down on my lip to stifle a moan. He pulled his fingers free and held them to his nose. "Yep," he said, nodding his head sagely. "That's wet pussy, all right. I guess we best get movin' so we can do something about that, yeah?" I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or relieved when we left Derrick and Shug behind in the bar. But they both made a point of saying they were looking forward to seeing us again. As soon as we were outside, DeMarcus asked Trey where we were gonna go. Trey suggested he ring a guy called Andreas. "Hey man, we need to use ya crib for awhile." I guess this guy must have asked why. DeMarcus was short with his answer. "Don't worry about that, motherfucker, just do the thing, a'right?" And that was that. It took us ten minutes to reach his place. Andreas hung around just long enough to tell us not to fuck up his crib and then he was out of there. I think DeMarcus intimidated him. Tori and I had a look around while the guys raided the fridge for ice and then helped themselves to more booze. When they returned, we had already undressed. "How about that," DeMarcus grinned. "The two white bitches are all eager to play." Tori didn't waste any time. She pushed him down onto the couch and began to work on his jeans. Trey grunted at me and nodded at his own crotch as he flopped on the couch beside them. I didn't need to be asked twice. Within sixty seconds, we two white girls were on our knees, obediently sucking our men's black dicks. If 'synchronized whores' had been an event in the Olympics, we'd be a cert for gold. ---------- Trey groaned as Tori undulated on his cock. So did I. We had switched partners halfway through our blowjobs. Tori's arms were wrapped around Trey's neck, her tits in his face, and she had never looked so sexy as she bounced up and down on his lap. "That shit is hot," DeMarcus grinned at me. "Now, show me what you got, slut." I scrambled up onto the couch and swung around so that I faced away from him as I backed onto his lap. DeMarcus had made good on his boast. His was the thickest, most beautiful black cock I'd had yet. Sucking him had been a challenge I'd never forget—one that I'd risen to admirably, judging from his deep throaty moans. But now I needed it inside me. I turned my head for a hard over-the-shoulder kiss as I took his rock-hard manhood in my hand. This man was seriously endowed. My eyes narrowed as I placed his mushroom head against my wet opening. For a moment I was content to tease us both, but the need to have him inside me was overwhelming. It was time to get down to some serious fucking. He grunted as I guided him home. The feeling of his cock parting my moist folds nearly drove me mad. Fuck, he was thick. It took several passes to get that monster deep inside me and when he bottomed out, I laid back against his chest to catch my breath. The couch was rocking as Tori gave Trey the ride of his life but right now my entire focus was on my own pleasure. DeMarcus wrapped his arms around my tits as I began to gyrate. I moved like a stripper on his lap, making tight little circles on his cock. It was like fucking a totem pole. He began to twist my nipples as I indulged myself, sending jolts of pain that seemed to go directly to my cunt. His hot breath was coating my neck and I arched my back against his body as I undulated. Dammit, he was going to split me apart. I moved more slowly, not to tease him but to savour the feeling of being filled so completely. We fucked that way until the perspiration began to sheen our bodies. From the curses and grunts next to us, Trey and Tori were a step ahead. She was practically howling as he began to cum inside her, clutching onto him as if her life depended on it. It seemed like DeMarcus took his friend's outpouring as the cue to reach his own. He redirected his hands to my hips and began to pile drive me up and down in his lap. The wonderful bastard went from zero-to-sixty in half a second, slamming me down against his thighs. I began to scream. Fuck, that monster of a dick was penetrating me as far as he could possibly go. I was completely under his control, my head back, mouth open and tits bouncing wildly as he raised me up on his black body and then slammed me back down before I could recover. "Ya like that, baby," his vibrating voice asked, over and over again. "Yeah, baby, ya like that?" I couldn't answer. There was no breath left in my body. He was a thrusting machine, pumping my body harder and harder up and down on his lap. The sweat poured from him and I could feel it splattering across my skin. My hair covered my face as I screamed out for him to stop and then begged for him to continue. He slammed me down again, so hard that I was sure his thighs must be bruised. I could practically feel the surge inside his body. When he detonated, he grunted like an animal, thrusting up into me. My cunt muscles tightened around him, sucking out every bit of cum he had to give. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh Lord. Oh Yesssssss... TWO DAYS LATER "What the fuck are you doing here?" DeMarcus stood on my doorstep, a stupid grin on his face. But it wasn't just his face I was looking at. I couldn't help it. Even through his jeans, I could see the bulge in his trousers. He'd fucked me twice at Andreas' place—Trey had done me once—and he'd made me scream like a banshee. But this wasn't Andreas' place. It was my home. How did he know where I lived, anyway? What if Bobby was there? For some reason, it felt like I'd been violated. "Hey baby," he cockily greeted me. "Everything's cool." "Cool? The fuck it is." I quickly ushered him into the hallway before any of my nosy neighbours could see what was going on. This was going from bad to worse. I didn't want him in here. It was too dangerous. Yet even as he stood there, giving me that self-satisfied grin, I wanted him again. He could see that, too, from the way my nipples were jutting through my top. "You're feelin' it, ain'tcha?" he said, tapping his crotch. "Ya couldn't get enough the other day, could ya, girl?" I tried to keep my eyes away from his groin and crossed my arms over my breasts. "Look DeMarcus," I nervously rasped. "This is my house. You can't just come out here unannounced like this. What if my husband was home? We can meet up somewhere, anywhere, but you've got to promise you won't come to my home again." He nodded and glanced around. He heard me and yet he wasn't really listening. He was thinking that he was going to fuck me here. In my home. I had to admit that the thought sent tingles of heat around my body, but it wasn't going to happen. This was my sanctuary. He had to respect that. "I understand, baby," he drawled, his eyes settling on my face again. "But DeMarcus was thinking about his little white girl and decided she needs some more of this black dick. That's right, ain't it baby?" When he moved closer, I took a step back and shook my head. But he had me backed against the wall. "DeMarcus..." I breathed, trying to maintain my composure. But his hands were already on my tits, squeezing them. I could smell his manly aroma as he kissed my neck, and then he was tugging my t-shirt up over my boobs. "DeMarcus..." I repeated. My voice was croaky. "What's that, baby?" he teased, reaching behind me to unsnap my bra. His hands felt cool on my naked breasts and the way he began to rotate my nipples was divine. I felt the effect deep in my sex. My resolve was weakening. When he took my right hand in his and pulled it to his bulge, he had me completely. "Ya want it again, baby," he breathed in my ear. "Why don't you take him out? He wants some more of that sweet pussy, too." My face was flush with embarrassment at the thought of giving in and yet the arousal inside me wasn't going to be denied. We both understood my need for that black dick again. "You bastard," I cried, but it was only a token gesture. I was already sinking to my knees, unfastening his jeans and dragging out his wonderful monster. He was so big I couldn't wrap my fingers fully around his girth. But I could get him in my mouth. I took my time at first, hating myself for giving in so easily. But with every dip of my head, every sensation created by the feeling of him growing even further in my mouth, my arousal took over.I swallowed more and more of his veiny flesh, loving and hating that we were doing this in my hallway. I was so into the act that saliva began to drool from my sucking lips. I worked it into his throbbing length with both hands before returning to my task again. DeMarcus stroked my hair as he was content to let me work on him, adding to my intense arousal by telling me what a good little cocksucker I was. The best white slut he'd ever had. When he pulled me to my feet, I knew what he expected and reality kicked in. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. As I struggled against him, he reached under my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my thong with one strong hand. With a dominant grunt, he ripped it from my body and dropped the pieces onto the carpet. I almost fainted with arousal. "Where's the bedroom?" he rasped, picking me up in his strong arms and walking us towards the stairs. I shook my head. No! Not there! My marriage to Bobby was all but over, but that was still a step too far. He was going to fuck me and I no longer had the will to stop him. I wanted—needed—to be fucked. But not in my bedroom! He could have me anywhere in the house except my bedroom. ---------- My body arched on the bed and my hands grasped the iron bars of the headboard behind my head. I'd have to change the bed before Bobby returned home, but all that mattered right now was the strong black cock thrusting away inside me. I'd told him no, not here. I'd pleaded with him; but once that humungous dick was inside me, I'd no longer cared. I could see our reflections in the corner of the bedroom mirror on the opposite wall. His chiselled black ass muscles were flexing as he pumped away inside me. My long white legs were wrapped around his strong thighs, my ankles hooked behind his knees. The contrast in colour was mouth wateringly sexy and the sight was almost like admiring a work of art—except that a work of art had never given me pulsating orgasms like this. My breathing was coming in short bursts, catching each time his cock plunged inside me. "Tell me how much ya need this..." he whispered in my ear. He eased his cock out of me until only the tip was buried in my wetness. I tried to move on him but he held back. He wanted an answer. My submission. "Tell DeMarcus you'll always be his little white whore..." he growled, biting down hard on my earlobe. "Yes!" I gasped, that one word confirming everything he wanted to hear. "Just fuck me, will you? FUCK meeeee..." He grinned into my eyes and began to pound down into my body again. I tightened my legs around his own, pulling him closer with each thrust. He was going so deep inside me I could feel his cock-head slamming into the narrowest part of my canal. "God, yeah!" I grunted, humping back at him like a dervish. "Like that, yes! Fuck me so hard it hurts!" I groaned and closed my eyes as I dropped my hands to his shoulder blades. My fingernails clawed at his skin, drawing blood, and my heels dug into the sheets. I was clutching him so hard that my body actually lifted from the sheets. DeMarcus was breathing more heavily, too. My upward thrusts were getting to him and I knew it wouldn't be long now before he came inside me. Black Thoughts In my marital bed! I looked up at his strained face, tight and twisted as he tried to hold out. There was no fucking way I was allowing that! I clenched my cunt muscles around his throbbing hardness and his eyes went wide. When I felt his balls grow tight, I clenched them again. I had him now. The bastard pumped in and out of me one final time. A shout tore at the back of his throat, starting loud and ending louder. And then—gloriously—he exploded inside me. LUNCH "You think too much," Tori told me. We had already enjoyed a couple of bottles of wine, although at least it wasn't on an empty stomach. We'd each had a salad and croissant to eat, both our appetites kindled by my relaying of the morning's events. The rare burst of sun as we sat at the outdoor café made a welcome change to the normally drab weather. "Maybe..." I replied, wishing that she was able to understand things from my perspective. "You do," she repeated. "You're having the best time of your life. Just go with the flow." It wasn't that she was being unsympathetic. It was just that she saw things from a different perspective. "But what if Bobby had been home?" I tried again. "He wasn't." No, he hadn't been. He was never home during the day, and he was out most every evening, too. But DeMarcus couldn't have known that when he'd called out to see me. "Look," she added. "I've had a black cock inside me in every single room in my house. I've even been fucked in the garage while Gary was upstairs, asleep. That was such a turn-on! Don't you think it makes everything that much more exciting?" "Yes and no," I said a little uneasily. I picked up my drink, swirling the liquid in my wine glass as I tried to get my thoughts in order. Tori's soulful eyes flashed as she looked at me and waited. Her dark hair hung long and straight over her shoulders, down into her prominent cleavage. It was spilling out of her blouse. She always looked so fucking sexy. I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair. It was so difficult to put my feelings into words. After everything I'd done, why was I finding DeMarcus' visit so unnerving? What difference did it make where he fucked me? But it wasn't only that. There was more. "As stupid as it sounds," I told her. "Everything so far has been pretty much on my terms. I've let DeMarcus and the others fuck me however they wanted, but it's always been when and where I've wanted it. Today was totally his call. I didn't get a vote." "Tell me this," she interrupted, leaning forward. "Wasn't fucking him in your bed hotter than anything else you've experienced so far? Tell the truth." I nodded. It had been. But what if Bobby had been home, or returned while DeMarcus was there. What if Jonny Parsons had told his Jamaican parents about seeing me at the bar? What if they told Bobby? Okay, there were a lot of 'what if's', but my life with my husband was miserable enough anyway. He wasn't the same man I had married. And even worse than that, he abused me, he hit me and he had long since stopped worrying about hiding his dalliances with other women from me. But if he found out what I'd been up to, he'd fucking kill me. "It's not just that..." I said, pulling myself out of my thoughts. I knew it would sound stupid to someone as experienced as Tori, but I hadn't been able to get this out of my mind. "He threatened to fuck my ass, too. I had to beg him not to." The look of surprise on Tori's face took me aback, but not as much as when she threw her head back and laughed heartily. "Are you serious?" she asked, her eyes blazing with disbelief. "You've never had your ass fucked? Really? You're joshing me." I gave her a shy smile. It was true. My ass had always strictly been exit only. It always would be. She broke out into a huge smile and reached across the table to take hold my hand. "Oh baby," she tenderly said. "Sometimes you're something else. Honey, it's amazing! Look, you'd never had a woman either, until I came along, and now look at you." Her foot slid under the table and reappeared between my thighs. I couldn't help but grin back at her. It had been too long since Tori and I had been together. I glanced at my watch. Good. We had two hours to kill before the party tonight. I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. THE PARTY I didn't know whose house it was. I didn't care. I was taking Tori's advice and just going with the flow. Spending the afternoon with her had me primed and ready for action. She had very talented fingers and a tongue like a silk snake, but tonight I was ready for as much black cock as I could possibly handle. We weren't the only two white women there, of course. There were maybe half a dozen others amidst the plethora of black guys. And some young black women just to add a bit of variety. Tori had told me that we were both getting a well-earned reputation in our new community—talented white bitches who were eager for black cock and who liked it rough and hard. The description made me feel wonderfully hot and slutty, especially as I was naked under my skimpy clothes. Both of us were. Underwear was an unnecessary distraction on occasions like these. We'd both worn dresses—mine white, hers red—which would be easy to remove. We agreed to go our own separate ways once we'd spent ten minutes or so getting used to the atmosphere. My heart was beating like a drum in my ears as I wandered around—so many guys, all looking at me, all wanting me. Tonight, every sluttish fantasy I'd ever had was going to come true. Derrick and Shug, the guys Trey and DeMarcus had introduced us to before we went to Andreas' place, homed in on me as soon as Tori had left my side. That made me feel special. They made sure I had a couple of drinks—not that I needed loosening up—and then sat either side of me on a small couch in the corner of one of the smaller rooms. Neither of them was as good looking as DeMarcus, or Trey for that matter, but Derrick's voice was dominant, a true alpha male. It made me shiver. "We've been lookin' forward to seein' ya again," he told me. He hooked one arm around my shoulder and pointed with his free hand. "See that gal over there? That's Lizzie." I followed his gaze to a beautiful young black girl who had brought a drink to a guy in an armchair. As she bent forward, her dark chocolate nipples were on view. "She heard all about ya," Shug told me from the other side of me. He began caressing my thigh as he spoke. "Lizzie likes girls, 'specially white girls." "We tole her we'll go back to my place tonight, jus' the four of us," Derrick added. "She wants to put on a show wid ya for me 'n Shug. What ya think about that." It was a statement, not a question. Shug's hand had wandered between my thighs now and it wasn't easy to think about anything but my need to be fucked. Tori was the only woman I'd ever been with, but the thought of sex with a black girl—especially one as good looking as this girl—was surprisingly appealing. "Yeah, y'all like that thought, don' ya," Shug whispered, spreading my legs further. I shifted on the couch as he pushed his hand the rest of the way between my thighs. When he found my needy sex, I let out a low moan. "Yep, ya def'ly like that," he soothed, his breath hot on my cheek. "Y'all nice and wet..." When he pushed his index finger into my pussy, I let out a low, breathless gasp. "Trey tole me you had a tight little cunt," he murmured, curling his finger. "Open that thing up, now, let ol' Shug git it all up in ya." On the other side of me, Derrick unfastened the ties of my halter dress and the top fell to my waist. He cupped my exposed left breast and then bent forward to bite on my nipple. Oh fuck. I'd never had two guys work on me at the same time before and I was squirming under their ministrations. "We tole ourselves we was gonna fuck that thing the first day we seen ya," Shug wheezed. "So get used to it, girl." He introduced a second finger into my sex and sweat broke out along my brow. Memories of DeMarcus' unexpected visit to my house had all but disappeared. This was where I belonged. On their territory. Derrick was still chewing on my nipple as he unzipped himself. When he pulled out his half-erect cock, I was so fucking turned on, I didn't hesitate. With Shug still finger-fucking me, I twisted in my seat and took his throbbing black meat between my willing lips. ---------- The smell of sex was in the air. Around us, everyone was fucking. Especially me. After getting me to suck both of their cocks, Derrick and Shug had taken turns fucking me thoroughly, enough for me to be looking forward to seeing them again later tonight—with Lizzie. I was excited about seeing her, too. Right now, I was bent over the back of a sofa, enviously watching Tori at the far end of the room. She was slumped back, legs spread lewdly over each arm of a chunky chair, as DeMarcus's muscular buttocks pumped away between her thighs. A thick set guy was leaning over her, offering her his cock. She took it between her lips like the professional she was. I turned my head to look at the guy fucking me. Sweat was dripping from his young brow. It was his eighteenth birthday, he had told me, and tonight was his present. He wasn't quite in the league of Derrick or Shug—and definitely not DeMarcus or Trey—but I wasn't complaining. When DeMarcus was finished with Tori, I intended taking her place. And this young teenager would keep me perfectly warmed up until then. "Harder, baby," I told him, looking over my shoulder. It occurred to me that he was the same age as Jonny Parsons. I giggled inwardly as I wondered whether my young neighbour would like me as a present, too. After what he'd seen, I could imagine him jerking off to thoughts of me every night. The thought of him handling his eighteen-year old black cock while thinking of me had occurred to me more than once. My current lover began to increase his pace, panting harder, but the sight and sound of all the fucking around us was the biggest turn-on. I'd never been involved with anything like this before. Guys were watching us, too, as if they were waiting their turn with me. That thought almost made me cream on the spot. I planted my feet wider and surprised him by thrusting backwards, slowly at first, then rat-tat-tat like a machine gun. I'd never been this wanton with Bobby, or with any other guy, for that matter. His fingers dug into my flesh as he tried to cope with my backward thrusts. But I wasn't going to let up. It was his birthday after all. Planting my feet firmly on the floor, I pumped back again and again, until I heard his breathing change and his young body start to quiver. For some reason, he pulled out of me as I felt his balls tighten. What the fuck? I swung around in disgust, surprising even myself with my speed. That young seed wasn't going to waste. I was just in time to catch the first blast of cum between my glossy lips. My fingers stroked his juice-slick cock as he came, milking him as I swallowed every drop he had. To think, I hadn't even tasted cum until that first experience with Antony! I kept my lips on him, continuing to suck him clean even after he had released everything he had to give. Unexpectedly, unbelievably, I was being rewarded. It seemed that my hoovering mouth was having quite an effect and he was actually growing again between my lips. I sucked him harder, faster, until I had him semi-erect again. "Oh yeah," I praised, as I frantically pulled him down onto the floor with me, "Such a good birthday boy." I pushed him flat on his young back and flipped a leg across his body. When I sank down on his newly revived cock, I gave a soft moan of satisfaction. This time would be even better. I was driving. ---------- I was in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back didn't look like me. My hair was all mussed, my eyes were kinda dreamy, my lips looked plump and my make-up was smeared all over my face. I looked every bit the white slut that I knew I had become. It felt like I'd been fucked in just about every room in the house, by so many guys that I'd lost count. At some stage, a combination of blue and white pills had been produced. Although I'd refused at first, I'd been told that all the girls had imbibed, even Tori. Eventually, I'd given in. The effect was to keep me constantly horny, but I'd also kinda lost track of where I was. My head was all fuzzy. I remember thinking at one time that I had to get home. If I wasn't there when Bobby returned from his nocturnal activities he would go berserk with me. I'm sure I told someone, but they reassured me that everything was going to be okay. Yet here I still was. I was pissed with somebody but couldn't always remember who or why. Whenever I took on liquid and rested for a few minutes, it became a little clearer. Trey and DeMarcus must have fucked every woman in the house except me. As soon as there were more white girls around, I didn't get a look in. The bastards... DeMarcus was the biggest disappointment. Despite the continual sex, I wanted that big cock of his again. No-one else here matched him in that department. But it wasn't just the monster between his legs that made me so angry with him. The bastard had had the nerve to turn up at my house, make me give him a blow job in the hallway and then fuck my brains out in my marital bed. Yet now, with other distractions, he couldn't even be bothered to seek me out and speak to me. Well, fuck him. And fuck Trey, too. A second reflection in the mirror brought me out of my thoughts. It was the girl that Derrick and Shug had pointed out. Lizzie, I think her name was. She was naked too. I'd been so preoccupied that I hadn't heard the bathroom door open. Hadn't I locked it behind me? She stepped close enough to me that I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck. When she pushed her hands under my arms to cup my tits, goosebumps broke out on my skin. "I've been waiting to get you alone," she told me, working my nipples between her fingers. "Derrick and Shug wanted us to go back to theirs, but this is a much better idea, don't you think?" One arm left my breast and took hold of my chin, turning my face so that I could look at her over my shoulder. Her full lips were only a fraction away and they looked so inviting... When they pressed against mine, they felt soft, wet and gentle. Tori kissed in a wonderfully hot, passionate, aggressive way but this girl was the opposite. She took her time, let the anticipation build up. Even with our tongues in each other's mouths, this was more sensual than sexual. And yet it was so fucking sexy... But it wasn't just the kiss. Her naked black body was pressing into mine. Her full breasts were pushing into my back. Her chocolate-coloured nipples were scraping against my skin and she was ever-so gently rotating her groin against my ass. "Your first black woman?" she asked. I gasped as she pinched a nipple and nodded. "You'll never forget this..." Her teeth nipped my earlobe as she dropped her hand to my sore, swollen sex. In an instant, she was teasing my clit while our eyes focused on each other's reflection in the mirror. She had the sexiest smile. I began to pant as she rubbed in soft circles, but when she stiffened two fingers and pushed them into my throbbing pussy, I couldn't contain the scream. I was cumming and cumming hard. As she turned my body into hers, she fed her fingers to my mouth. She held them there as, one by one, I enthusiastically sucked my juices from them. Backing up against the counter, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and widened her legs. Her tight lipped pussy was so young and beautiful. I sank to my knees and began to worship with my tongue... ONE WEEK LATER It had been a strange week. My emotions were all over the place. I had been terrified when I'd returned home from the party. Complete submission like that could be a really awesome trip, but I was terrified of the beating Bobby was surely going to give me. I'd been fucked every which way all night and not only was it nearly morning, but my sluttish appearance defined exactly what I was. My body was aching, my swollen pussy was sore, but that was nothing compared to what was in store. I had tried to tidy myself up, make myself presentable, but I hadn't even been able to find my dress. I'd borrowed a thin coat from one of the other girls and was naked underneath. How on earth was I going to explain that away? But the good Lord had been on my side. I'd tiptoed into the house, up the stairs, and stumbled across Bobby passed out in the bathroom. It wasn't the first time. He'd often ended up there when he was drunk out of his mind. He hadn't even made it to the bedroom ... and so he hadn't known I wasn't there. It had been a narrow escape. I'd lain in bed, thinking about everything that had happened over the previous twelve hours. It had been both the best and the worst experience of my life. My body felt like it had been hit by a train but the feelings inside my head worried me more. It was still somewhere in the clouds as a result of whatever drugs I'd taken. I hated myself for allowing them to manipulate me that way. It had been the same with Jevon and Antony—I'd eventually ended up smoking more than one joint during my sexual exploits with them and Tori. But these drugs were far worse... Okay, they had definitely given an edge to the experience, increased my libido, but at what cost? They had also made me feel so out of control that anyone could have done anything with me. That was the point, I guess. But I was determined that from now on, I was going to maintain control over my own body. I had no intention of turning into a junkie. Tori was more relaxed about it when I'd phoned her the next day. She saw things differently than me, but then I'd always been more uptight about most things than she was. I wished I had her attitude and strength. She had suggested I call around to see her the following afternoon to talk more, but instead we had engaged in some serious sex. I'd had no idea she had a strappy. Or that she could use one so well... I'd seen Lizzie again, too. She'd phoned me the next day and asked to meet. Sex with her was different than with my best friend. With Tori it was all passion. She took me to heights that were in their own way every bit as hot as being with a black guy. But Lizzie had something Tori didn't. Black pussy. We'd met in a department store coffee shop and while she was fingering me under the table, she asked me to take her to the lingerie department. She loved sexy lingerie, she'd said. Naturally enough I'd bought her whatever she wanted and my reward came in the changing rooms when she'd spread her long black legs and crooked her finger at me again. I just loved licking that tight pussy. She was so noisy that I was sure someone must have known what was going on. When I returned home, I'd fingered myself silly again. Then there was Trey and DeMarcus... My thoughts were all over the place about those two guys, especially DeMarcus. It still rankled with me that he had strolled into my home, fucked me most of the day, and then ignored me at the party. As much as I salivated at the thought of his big black cock, I hated being treated that way. As for the drugs, how could my head still be fucked up a few days afterwards? What the fuck had I been thinking about? And finally there was Bobby... All the indications were that if I didn't control myself, then sooner or later he was going to find out what I was doing. The run in with Jonny Parsons! De Marcus turning up at my house! Arriving home so late from the party! Black Thoughts They were all pointers that although I might have been lucky so far, this had the potential to blow up in my face. And it wouldn't matter that my husband was fucking every woman he came into contact with. Quite simply, he would kill me. ---------- It had now been a week since the party, and I was a frustrated girl. Despite my passionate girl-girl sex with Tori, and the subsequent encounters in the department store with Lizzie, there was one thing missing from my life right now. Black cock. It was my own fault. I'd told myself I needed space to get my head in order and had ignored a couple of calls earlier in the week from Trey. DeMarcus hadn't contacted me at all. But seven days on, it was as if I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. My two vibes were working overtime but in some ways, they only made the situation worse. I needed the real thing. So when Trey called me again, I agreed to meet him. But my resolve to make him understand how I was feeling lasted only as long as it took him to get his hand between my legs. All he had to do was trace his fingers across my labia and I started to moan like a whore. He laughed out loud at my eagerness and when he parted me with his index finger, I sprayed all over his fingers and the car. He continued to finger me with one hand while he drove us to Andreas' place. Not only did I make no move to resist, I simply sat there with my legs spread and began to hump my pussy against his hand I had no idea how he had arranged for Andreas' small place to be available, nor did I care. I just knew I was gagging for it. As soon he kicked the door closed behind us, I wrapped my hands around his neck. Our teeth clashed as I kissed him and I could feel his cock growing as I rubbed myself against his groin. If I didn't stop grinding myself on him I was going to cum again. I knew that. And yet I couldn't stop... Reaching down, I flicked open the button on his cotton Dockers but that was as far as I got. He bodily picked me up and practically threw me onto the bed. My body bounced on the mattress and the heat grew between my thighs. "Need it bad, huh?" he teased, slowly pulling down the zip on his Dockers. "You black cock whore!" My eyes watched every movement. I didn't care what he called me. In fact, the worse the names, the better. Everything I'd promised myself since the party was being carried away on a sea of lust. He pulled off his trousers before pulling his tee-shirt over his head. He was so smooth, so muscled, and so black. When he kicked off his shoes and dragged his boxers down his body, I gasped at the sight of his veiny shaft. He wasn't as big as DeMarcus but he was still very impressive. He stroked his cock in one hand as he stepped up to the bed. The other grabbed my dark hair and yanked my head forward. "This what ya want?" he grunted, pushing his dick in my face. I tried to tell myself that his arrogance was a turn-off. But in my current state of need, it was the opposite. A week without a man—a black man—had become almost unbearable. With a growl, I took the pulsating black shaft in my white hand, marvelling at how it felt in my fingers. I stared transfixed at the beautiful sight and stroked up and down the shaft a couple of times, making it jerk. It was too much. "That's it baby," he mumbled as I lowered my head and licked around the mushroom head. "Never met a white bitch so eager to suck black cock. Ya were the shit at the party, y'know that?" I didn't, but the words brought on my second orgasm since we'd met. He hadn't even needed to touch me this time. "Fuck yeah, just like that," he moaned as I took him as far into my throat as I could. "Suck it deep, baby." His hand tightened in my hair and he held my head rigid as he thrust forward a couple of times. I gagged instantly. For a few brief seconds I had to slide my mouth off his cock so that I could catch my breath, but I continued to hold it with my greedy fingers. Making sure he could see my needy eyes looking up at him, I ran my tongue down the full length of one side of his hardness and then back up the other side. "Shit, you one hot bitch," he half-chuckled, though I could see in his eyes that I was getting to him. "We got some plans for that sweet body of yours." He roughly pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard before pushing me flat on the bed. The alarm bells should have been going off in my head. We? What did he mean, we? Instead, all I could think of was that black dick jutting out from between his thighs. I wantonly spread my legs, offering myself to him. He turned to the side to pick up a glass of water from the small table next to the bed. There was a white pill beside it, too. He picked it up with his other hand and tried to put it in my mouth. I shook my head. I didn't need any other simulation and I wasn't going to take drugs again. I wasn't... "Ya wanna get fucked?" he snarled, twisting his face. "This is the deal." Before I could think further, he pushed the tablet between my lips. When he offered me the glass, I took it. Just this once, I told myself, taking a sip of water. I felt the tablet slide down my throat. Just this once... "Now ya get ya reward," he smiled, rubbing his cock. He dropped the empty glass onto the floor and slapped his dick against my sex as he positioned himself between my thighs. When he did it again, I grasped it in my hand and impatiently fed it into my pussy. I was so fucking wet. When he slowly began to push his blackness inside me, I spread my legs even further and arched my hips upward in an attempt to quicken the entry. I needed him all the way inside me! Even before he was half way there I was already thrusting up against him. He slid his hands under my knees, picked my legs up and forced them back over my shoulders, reducing me to just a pussy - his white pussy - for the taking. When he thrust forward again, I heard my moan reverberate around my head. "You like that cock all up in ya!" he leered. My answer was to arch my back and try to thrust upward. But he was the one in control. I was practically bent double and he could do whatever he wanted to his white fuck toy. I stared up into his eyes as he began to fuck me, watching the dominant look on his face, the way his muscular black body rolled along mine, the glow of his ebony skin. The air was filled with the constant sound of my whimpering and I could hear his grunts, too, as his body slapped into mine. I could also feel the drug pulsating through my body. I was getting that fuzziness in my head again and it was fuelling my already desperate need. I came again at one point, but he didn't let up. He was taking me hard, as if he was making a point. I was his. Whenever he wanted. "Let's git you on top," he suddenly said, turning us around without even needing to pull out. It was an impressive move. No longer constrained, I rested the palms of my hands on his broad chest and began to pump up and down on his hardness, seeking maximum friction. I was so far gone that I didn't even hear the door open and close. I heard a familiar voice say, "Looka them fuckin titties!" They were bouncing manically with each of my downthrusts. My hard nipples were aching. When Trey lifted his head and sucked one into his mouth, I cried out my approval. "That bitch fucks real good," I heard the new voice speak again, just over my shoulder. Only then did it register that we weren't alone. I heard the sound of a zip, the shuffling of clothes being removed. Then hands were cupping my tits from behind. When I half-turned my head, I felt hot breath on my cheek. "Hey, baby," DeMarcus drawled. "I see ya started without me..." ---------- He appeared at the side of me, cock in hand, and fed it to my mouth. Without breaking stride as I rode the black stallion under me, I wrapped my fingers around as much of the base as I could and took him between my lips. I growled as I felt him instantly grow. Such power... All mine... Maybe I should have asked him why he had ignored me at the party, why he hadn't fucked me. But he was going to fuck me as soon as I'd finished with Trey. That was enough for now. Trey must have felt a twinge of jealousy because he curled his strong arms around my neck and pulled me flat against his chest. I had to twist my head to keep sucking DeMarcus's cock, but I wasn't going to let my prize escape. Trey pushed his hips upwards while keeping me tight against him. As my ass rose with him, I felt DeMarcus take advantage and run his hand across each of my ass cheeks. His touch felt so cool, so intimate. When he traced his fingers into the valley between my cheeks, the pleasurable waves made me buck harder on Trey. "Ya like that?" he murmured, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth. I almost gagged again. "How about this?" He traced a single fingertip around my anus, tickling at first, but then unexpectedly pushing slightly inside. My whole body jerked. I tried to sit up, but Trey's arms held me in position. I tried to speak, to object, but that was impossible when my mouth was so full of black meat. My body jerked again when the finger slid deeper. It was becoming really difficult to think. Trey had stopped fucking me now, but remained deep inside me as he held my body still. DeMarcus was pushing a second finger into my ass and the feeling of being filled at both ends was weird, although I couldn't say it was an unpleasant sensation. "That's good, baby..." DeMarcus whispered. I turned to look at him as he removed his cock from my mouth. He was smiling at me and wiped some perspiration from my brow. I hadn't realised that I was sweating profusely. "Want to go for more?" he asked, pushing a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. This feeling was different. His three fingers were filling me now. He began to push them deeper—gently, slowly—and I was suddenly aware that Trey had begun to move again beneath me. I wanted to object, to ask them what the fuck they thought they were doing, but my head couldn't form the words in the right order. Besides, the feelings generated inside me from the double intrusion were beginning to feel more pleasurable. So much so that when the fingers suddenly withdrew, I wondered why. There was a sudden feeling of emptiness. Should I ask him to put them back inside me again? Then there was a different sensation. It was the feel of DeMarcus' cock against my ass. Even though I was spaced out, the reality of my situation hit me. He'd wanted to ass fuck me in my house and I hadn't let him. Now he'd manipulated me into a situation where I was virtually helpless. "Ya gonna love this," DeMarcus drawled, positioning himself behind me, legs bent. Trey's arms held me tight as DeMarcus found the right angle. More perspiration dripped from my brow as he began to inch inside. I was so hot it was like being engulfed in a furnace. I tried to move, once, but that simply helped him push deeper. Stars burst behind my closed eyes... "Not so bad, huh?" DeMarcus whispered, reaching around my body to cup my tits. "Push back, baby. Just a little." I grunted and pushed a fraction. He moved further inside me with surprising ease. Tears formed behind my eyelids and my eyeballs rolled into the top of my sockets. Then Trey began to pump gently upwards. It felt so good that I couldn't help but push back onto him. The movement buried DeMarcus' cock even deeper inside me and suddenly all three of us were slowly moving. "That's it, take it, baby" DeMarcus reassuringly murmured. He licked along the back of my neck as he gradually began to increase the pace. I groaned out my response and stared into Trey's eyes. I'd never seen them so, so, triumphant. He wrapped his broad arms around my back and pulled me even flatter against his chest, squashing my breasts against his skin. They were both moving now, in tandem. And I was moving with them. It turned from a two-man show to a three-way cooperation without me even realising it. The overpowering feeling of two cocks inside me felt like it was threatening my very sanity. I could no longer speak. I could hardly even breathe. Except that I found myself growling. It was a weird, reverberating, unintelligible sound, coming from the back of my throat. I closed my eyes. It was difficult to focus. I was in the room but somehow I wasn't. They were moving faster now and I felt like I was being split apart. Then I blacked out. ONE MONTH LATER My life had changed out of all recognition since my first, illicit, meeting with Antony. Was it really only a couple of months ago that I'd given him a blow job in the back of the supermarket? I had Antony to thank for turning my fantasies into reality and starting me on my journey to becoming a black cock whore. Since that time, a day had rarely passed without me having a black dick buried inside me. On those rare occasions when I'd had to do without, Tori and I had invariably met up and taken our girl-girl sex to new heights. I had become carried away, consumed by the sexual excesses that each encounter brought. Until that last time with DeMarcus and Trey, that was. That had been a month ago to the day. The way they had tricked me had been the final straw in my increasingly tenuous relationship with them and their friends. I hadn't set eyes on either of them since DeMarcus had ass-fucked me. In the cold light of day, I couldn't say that the encounter had been unpleasant. Far from it, and when I met the right guys I was keen to repeat the experience. But that would be on my terms, not because I was half-drugged up and tricked into a situation I had no control over. The drugs were another issue. If I took them, it would be of my own free will and not because I'd been coerced. I had no intention of ending up an addict. Then there was the way DeMarcus had come out to my house, uninvited. Yes, it had turned out to be a wonderful thrill, but had Bobby arrived home while DeMarcus was there, all hell would have broken loose. Bobby. Oh yes, there was Bobby to consider. That was the final indignity, I suppose. My husband had left me to start a new life with one of the floozies he'd been fucking behind my back. Still, that was no bad thing. I was happier without him—without his womanising and his drinking—and at least I still had the house. DeMarcus had called out here on a couple of occasions in the last month, looking for me. I'd been home but had made sure I'd stayed out of his sight. He'd hung around for a while each time before eventually revving up and making as much noise as possible while driving away. It didn't matter to me—I was long past caring what the neighbours thought. While Trey hadn't tried to see me, he had bombarded me with calls and texts. I'd ignored them all. After my excess of black cock, I'd gone from one extreme to the other. I was now on a starvation diet. Tori thought I was silly, but she was amazingly supportive. She explained that DeMarcus and Trey weren't singling me out. This was how they treated all their women. I understood that. But after suffering at Bobby's hands for so long, taking this sort of stand might subconsciously have been a way to recover some self respect. And I wasn't exactly going without. Tori and I continued to enjoy a healthy sexual relationship—hadn't she taught me everything that came naturally to me now?—and Lizzie and I had had a few encounters, too. Licking that tight black pussy had helped preserve my sanity over the last month. What I hadn't yet worked out was where that left me. ---------- "Hello," the youthful voice said when I was checking out at the supermarket till. It was both cheery and nervous at the same time. And I recognised the Jamaican twang instantly. I had a sudden sense of déjà vu. It was the same till that Antony used to operate. He was long gone, but I had no idea that Jonny Parsons now worked here. "Hello Jonny," I replied, with a smile. "What are you doing here?" "I've been here a couple of weeks," he told me. "I didn't know that you shopped here." His gaze alternated between my face and the hard nipples poking through my top. I had taken to wearing a bra again. But the sheer material and skin tight blouse did nothing to disguise my sudden reaction to seeing him. "All the time," I replied, deliberately leaning forward to reach for one of the bags. I watched as his eyes drifted down into the full cleavage that spilled over the top of my low-cut blouse. When he forced himself to look back at my face, I gave him my most radiant smile. "You know, Jonny," I told him. "I never did get the chance to thank you." His forehead creased. "Thank me?" "You know why. You caught me out in a rather delicate situation a while ago and you kept it to yourself. You'll never know how much I appreciated that." The blush that touched his cheeks was so cute. It occurred to me that the only thing this teenager had in common with DeMarcus and Trey was the colour of his skin. In every other way they were polar opposites. This was a well brought up boy. "That's okay," he said, pushing away a strand of curly black hair from over his eye. "I'd never tell on you." I smiled at him again and then my eyes drifted down to his crotch. Perhaps there was more than one thing he had in common with DeMarcus and Trey? "That means a lot to me," I told him. "And I'd like to show you how much. Tell me, Jonny, I'm sure you must get a coffee break here. What time is yours?" ---------- There it was again, the blue door at the back of the store. Jonny's head was peeking around the door, watching wide-eyed as I brushed past him and hurried inside. Antony had been all over me like a whirlwind on the only other occasion I'd entered the small room. Jonny's approach was quite a contrast. He shuffled nervously from foot to foot, unsure of himself. It was time for some encouragement. I put my hands on either side of his face and ground my hips into him as I gently kissed those thick lips. I could feel his cock between us—it was nice and big, but not real hard yet. I knew how to fix that. "I've wanted to show my gratitude for some time," I told him, fumbling with his zipper in my eagerness to get his cock out. He stood and watched me as I unzipped him. A happy smile covered his face, as if he was unable to believe his luck. When I sank to my knees, I heard him gasp. I took a good portion of him between my lips, sliding my tongue under the young shaft as I inhaled his aroma. His hand went to the back of my head to steady himself as I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. I forced it into my throat, sucking as I pulled back, and then pressed forward again. Saliva drooled down along his length and I worked it in with both hands. I ran my lips up one side of his manhood and then back down the other. I knew from my experience with Antony that his break only lasted ten minutes and I was determined to have his teenage cum in my mouth before then. From the way his cock was already throbbing, I didn't see that as too much of a problem. Tonight, I would invite him around to my house for dinner. That would give me the opportunity to find out about the number of teenage black friends he had. Then I would lead him to the bedroom. I had a month's abstinence to make up for. THE END