10 comments/ 152139 views/ 54 favorites Fresh Off The Bus 4 Ch. 01 By: Stormbringer Fresh Off The Bus 4: Miss Teen Idaho An E&I Enterprises Story Note: This is a author invitational story in honor of my tenth anniversary as a writer(I'm 1 ½ years late). Authors are invited to write their own adventures of the Miss Teen USA contestants attending the pageant at the Nubian King casino in Atlantic City. They may be as long or as short as an author likes. See the rules following the story. August 2004 Prologue: "The O'Malley factor is on. Good evening I'm Bill O'Malley and here's tonight's talking points. Is the Miss Universe Organization a racist institution? First some background. In November of 2003, our friend, the late Daniel Trump signed over the rights to the Miss Universe Organization over to Solomon King of King Enterprises. King also won the Trump Spire Casino off Mr. Trump. Rumor has it both were won in a high stakes poker game. Solomon King immediately turned the casino into an African themed resort and it will now be hosting the 2004 Miss Teen USA pageant. Now Mr. King has done some good works most notably his halfway houses for ex-cons and delinquents, plus some charitable work, but nearly all supports black causes. Indeed his halfway houses primarily focus on African American men. The Miss Teen USA pageant has always focused on teen charities, but now is almost exclusively focusing on King's halfway houses and many contestants have been working with young black males. Now there's nothing wrong with these charities, but the Miss Universe Pageant belongs to everyone, not just African Americans." "Here are some more facts. King Enterprises focuses on black owned businesses and whenever he adds a business to his growing empire, he replaces the management and staff with black employees. King Enterprises discriminates against whites. I repeat. King Enterprises racially discriminates." Today, I received a list of the judges at the Miss Teen USA pageant being held this month and here they are. Victoria Goodhead, CEO of Hidden Closet. She once dated Solomon King and King owns a majority stake in her company. Indeed, it was King's influence that made Hidden Closet go with bustier models and sleazier lingerie. Next is Marcus Black, President of Black's Gym and a friend of King. Next is Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle, a well loved romance novelist who writes under the name Lacy Lovelorn, now published by King and all her recent novels involve white women with black men and are now classified as erotica, not romance. Then there's Nikki Holden, sister of Paris Holden of the infamous Blackchelor pay-per-view scandal two months ago. The Blackchelor was produced by a company called E&I Enterprises and though we can find no connection with Solomon King, it is a company devoted to interracial pornography. And finally, the last judge is the Reverend Al Sharpspeare, who is our guest tonight." "Reverend, is Solomon King a bigot?" "Of course not, Bill. Two months ago he married a white woman." "A white woman worth 3 billion dollars." "Bill, I married them and I can assure you, they are very much in love. I'll even give you a scoop. Solomon and Ivara Trump-King are expecting their first baby. "Well next time you talk to Mr. King, give him my congratulations. Now Reverend, don't you think there's something strange about all this? "Not at all. Solomon King is a great man. If he's guilty of anything, it's giving jobs to his friends and supporters. People he knows he can trust." "Like ex-girlfriends?" "He's dated a lot of women, Bill. That's not a crime." "All white women. Now why would someone who is such an activist for black causes only date white women?" "You'll have to ask him that and I think it's a testimony to his greatness that so many of these women are still friends or coworkers with him, like Victoria Gooodhead." "He hasn't dated Nikki Holden has he?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Do you know there's a rumor that Nikki Holden just married her sister's husband in a secret ceremony on the island of Trinibogo? You married Paris Holden and Mustafa, correct?" "Yes, but I'm not aware of any weird polygamist marriage. Trinibogo does have it's own laws though." "There's also a rumor that the entire Holden Hotel empire is being turned over to King Enterprises." "Bill, respectable journalists shouldn't deal in rumors." "Like the one about you meeting with African American pastors to form a separate Afmerican Church?" The Reverend Sharpspeare's brow furrowed. "Those rumors are unfounded. We've been meeting to discuss religious issues and that's all." "Last question, Reverend. Will you tell me your secret?" Al Sharpspeare smiled. "You've been asking me that for two years now." "Well, you've kept off the weight, your muscles are huge and you look thirty years younger." "Clean living and faith in god is my secret." "Thanks as always Reverend. You're a stand up guy." **************** Day One Bethany Dutton stepped off the bus and looked up at the large black spire of the Nubian King Casino, looking for all the world like a giant black penis. "You should be happy here Idaho," yelled one of the other contestants on the bus. Bethany blushed. Her sister Ann had been Miss Teen Idaho in 1999, but lost her crown for failing to perform her duties and was replaced by Lara Sadler. The truth was that Ann had gotten involved in the adult film industry as did Lara Sadler at a later date and even some other Teen Idaho contestants. Even later, Lara apparently got several dozens of Miss Teen USA contestants from the pageant to get involved in porn. The pageant was only now just recovering from the scandals. Bethany stared at the black spire. The porn the pageant contestants had gotten involved in had all been interracial. "Keep moving," said Marsha Dutton from behind her. "Yes, mom." Bethany stepped forwards to where the other contestants and their chaperones were gathering. There were fifty-one contestants total, but many had already arrived. The bus Bethany and her mother were on was carrying twelve other teen girls. Marsha's eyes narrowed when she saw the beautiful blonde daughter of Daniel Trump waiting in the lobby. The rich bitch had married a black man. Marsha's eye twitched. "Welcome, I'm Ivara King. You're Idaho aren't you? As requested by your chaperone, you've got a room together. Here's two key cards for room 902 and an itinerary for pageant related activities. Rehearsals began tomorrow morning at 9:00am and there will be an introductory breakfast at 8:00. "Thank you, Mrs. King," said Marsha. "Thanks," said Bethany, fighting off a sigh. She had hoped for a room with some other contestants hoping to make friends, but her mom had become quite the control freak since the incident with Ann. "Lets drop our things off in the room," said Marsha. Bethany followed her mom through the foyer. African tribal relics reflected off the glass cases containing them throughout the foyer. Marsha's eyes focused straight ahead, but Bethany looked over the artifacts with interest. Many were masks, drums, or spears, but there were also statuary of black men and they all had enormous phalluses. One stood out and Beth quickly read the label. The statue was of a black man with a penis half the size of the statue itself. The penis stood erect and angled upwards. The idol was of Legba, an African trickster deity. The elevators were just off the casino and the noise from the machines overwhelmed Bethany's senses. She watched her mom stick her nose up at the sight. Marsha wasn't much for gambling and didn't even play the state lottery. The noise disappeared as the soundproof doors of the elevator closed. They rode up the nine floors and made their way to their room. Marsha unlocked the door and opened it. The suite was separated by a wall and her mom could sleep in one area while she slept in the other. Bethany walked in and her jaw dropped open. "Oh my god! It's so big!" Marsha smiled at her daughter. "Of course it's big, dear. It seems to go on forever doesn't it." "I never imagined it would be this big and it's darker then I expected." Marsha followed Bethany to the balcony and stared out over the ocean. She'd seen it before, but the sight was new to her daughter. "It get's bluer the farther South you go. We can go down to the beach if you'd like or walk the boardwalk. Bethany looked down at the boardwalk running up and down the beach. The view right and left wasn't spectacular as it was blocked by other tall buildings and casinos. The view out from The Nubian King was impressive. The beach was crowded and many seemed to be teenage girls in bikinis, probably other contestants. Bethany could see several sailboats, a few jet skis, and a plane pulling a banner behind it announcing drink specials at a local bar was traveling North along the beach. "Let's freshen up and go play tourist," said Bethany, excitedly. For the first time, she understood her sister's desire to get out of Idaho. There was a whole different world out there. After an early dinner and walking the boardwalk and beach for a bit, the Duttons returned to their room. Marsha called to check in with her husband, Edgar while Bethany read through the pageant's itinerary. The actual pageant would be held a little more then a week from today on Saturday night. The time in between would be spent practicing the dance routines, visiting with makeup consultants, being fitted for gowns and bikinis. There were also lots of interviews and press briefings. Despite having so much to do, Bethany was surprised at the amount of free time she would have. Bethany looked up after her mom put down the cell phone. She was surprised to see that her mother had changed outfits. Marsha was now wearing a light blue skirt that fell to her knees and a white sleeveless top. Marsha Dutton was stunning at 46 years old. The former Miss Teen Idaho 1977 had kept herself in fantastic shape. Marsha had great legs and the skin under her arms didn't hang. Her belly was flat and showed no signs of giving birth to two daughters. She could have pulled off a small bikini, but didn't care for displaying too much skin in public. She wore a one piece suit when swimming. Bethany had seen some sexy lingerie in her mother's laundry, but that had disappeared after her father's stroke. The Dutton women were famous for having thin figures and large breasts, both Ann and Bethany had CC breasts that bordered on DD and looked bigger on their thin frames, but age and childbirth had Marsha's breasts approaching EE. The three Dutton women all possessed long curly brown hair, but a few silver streaks stood out from Marsha's brown locks. Bethany was also surprised to see what looked like a hint of makeup on her mom's face. "What's up, mom?" "Your father says hello and wishes you luck," said Marsha, fidgetting and refusing to look her daughter in the eyes. "Why are you all dressed up?" "I thought I might go down to the lounge for a drink. I didn't think this was really dressing up." "But mom, you don't drink." "I do, honey, just not often. I just never get anytime alone. I've been raising you most of my life and the last few years I've spent taking care of your father. I hope you understand." "Sure mom, enjoy yourself." Bethany noticed her mom hadn't mentioned raising Ann. Marsha never mentioned Ann since getting the pictures of Ann with the black men in the mail. "I think I might go see if any of the other girls are doing anything." "You will do no such thing young lady. You won't leave this room. The more sleep you get this trip the better. Lets start off tomorrow feeling fresh and I want you on your toes. I'll be back soon." Marsha turned and grabbed her key card off the dresser. Bethany watched as her mom slipped the second key card into her purse so that Bethany couldn't get back in the room if she snuck off. She understood what her mom meant about being alone. Marsha had hovered protectively over her daughter for the last five years. "Be back soon." Marsha turned and left. Bethany stood off her bed and walked out on the balcony to stare at the ocean now bathed in the darkness of night. A half moon had risen over the water and it was beautiful. Her mother hadn't been gone ten minutes when the doorbell rang. Bethany frowned and walked over to it. A brown haired woman was on the other side, but Bethany couldn't make out who it was. She felt some excitement opening the door. Maybe, it was another pageant contestant wanting to make friends with her? Beth opened the door, but the woman on the other side wasn't a teenager, she was in her early twenties. She was Beth's height and resembled both Beth and Marsha. Bethany's mouth fell open. "Hello Beth," said her sister, Ann. ******************** Marsha gulped nervously as she rode the elevator down. She couldn't believe she was going to go through with this. It wasn't who she was. I'm a wife and mother, she thought to herself. I used to teach. I go to church and PTA meetings. She considered turning around and going back to her room. Marsha actually did hit the 9 button when the elevator opened in the lobby and she rode it back up to her floor, but then she hit lobby again and this time, she stepped out. The noises of slot machines filling her ears, but she wasn;t here to gamble. Marsha Dutton wanted to get laid. Marsha Dutton wanted a big hard prick between her legs more then anything else in the world at that moment other then having her daughter win the Miss Teen USA pageant. Marsha hadn't had sex in five years since her husband had a stroke after seeing pictures of his whore daughter with hung black men. He'd recovered mostly from the stroke, aside from a lisp and some trouble with his left arm, but he hadn't had an erection since. They had been married 25 years and except for the last five, they made love every weekend and usually once or twice during the week. She had loved having Edgar's penis in her and provided her middle aged vagina hadn't dried up and shrunk for neglect, she wanted another penis in her. Marsha skirted the casino area, frowning when she caught a glimpse of some cocktail waitresses. The women were clad in leopard, cheetah, or tiger, patterned bikini tops with loincloths making them look like female Tarzan's. She knew the waitresses at casino's wore skimpy outfits, but these were ridiculous. She entered at small bar, called The Nairobi lounge. It was done up like an African safari lodge. The barstools appeared to be made of bamboo. Animal heads were mounted on the wall, though they were obviously fakes since one was a Triceratops and another a white man dressed like a Victorian explorer wearing a pith helmet, a monocle in his eye, and mutton chop whiskers. Tribal relics such as headdresses, spears, and shields were also mounted here and there. Marsha's eyes scanned the small crowd. She was hoping to find a young man who was all alone or with a group of young men. My god, she thought, I've become a... what's the term? I've become a cougar. Her eyes fell on one man who was checking her out. He wasn't young or attractive and he was older then her by ten years. The man was even rough looking and had tattoos on his big arms. He smiled and nodded towards her. Marsha quickly looked away, her eyes passing over what appeared to be a black child as she scanned the rest of the crowd. No young men. The only man interested was the rugged older man. Why not? Her eyes went back to him, his eyes met hers. She smiled slightly then headed over to the bar. "Is this seat taken?" asked a man before her rear had even hit the cushioned stool seat. "No," she replied. "Help your... self." Marsha felt a bit embarrassed. The man talking to her was the black child, only it wasn't a child. It was a dwarf. It made sense of course, a child wouldn't be in a bar. The dwarf had dark black skin and looked like a half-sized version of Solomon King, complete with goatee and shaved head. He didn't have any of the deformities associated with dwarfism aside from a small hump on his back. It was staring at her and checking out her breasts before it turned to the bartender. "I got her drink, Yousef." "Sure thing, Mr. Nibelung," said Yousef, the bartender. He had a thick African accent to go with the lounge's theme. Like most of the black men working at the casino, he was a muscular giant. "That's not necessary, Mr. Nibelung," replied Marsha. "Lester," he replied, holding out his hand. "Marsha Dutton." She didn't wan't to touch it's black hand, but she shook it anyway, surprised at the strength in his grip. It was wearing a short sleeve shirt and his arms bulged with muscles bigger then most actual people's muscles. "It's my pleasure to buy you a drink, Marsha." "Well, thank you." Was a black dwarf actually hitting on her? How arrogant must it be to think that it had a chance with her? How could she brush it off and not hurt it's feelings? Did she even care if she hurt it's feelings? Yousef put her gin and tonic in front of her. Marsha smiled. She hadn't taken off her wedding ring. Marsha took up the glass with her ring hand and made sure to display it long enough for Lester to notice. Instead, he clanged his bottle of beer against her glass. "Cheers," she said with a sigh. Her ring wasn't going to deter the little man. "Cheers." He winked at her. "What do you do, Marsha?" "I'm a housewife, but I used to teach. I also manage my daughter who is here for the pageant. How about you, Lester." "I'm in movies." "Really! Any I've seen?" Lester smiled and thought, 'Not unless you're into interracial porno, Mrs. Dutton.' He then spoke out loud. "Have you seen "The Pygmy?" She shook her head. "I played the pygmy." "Maybe I'll rent it when I get home." Marsha assumed his roles were typical of dwarves, playing trolls, small aliens, etc. A man stepped up next to her. "A refill bartender," he yelled. "Hi there, pretty lady. Would you care to dance?" It was the rough looking man and he had a grin on his face, that actually made him look a little handsome. He also looked a little smug, like he knew he was playing the hero rescuing her from a dwarf. "Sure," she replied. "Excuse me, Lester." Lester nodded and did not seem to be the least upset. He held two fingers up to Yousef and pointed at Marsha's drink and the man's empty beer. Yousef nodded. He'd already added Xcite to the woman's first drink. He added another dose to her second drink and poured a few drops into the man's beer. Marsha slow danced with Doug, who wasn't as bad looking as she originally thought. He was widowed, retired, and liked traveling on his motorcycle. He looked the type to be on a big Harley. The lounge was only playing slow music, so they danced closely. It felt good to be held in his strong arms. Marsha felt him press and sizeable bulge against her belly as they danced. The bulge moved and she felt her panties turn damp. Maybe her old vagina wasn't dried up after all? She was growing hornier by the minute. She pressed back against the bulge. "Wanta get outta here?" he whispered. Marsha hesitated for several seconds. "Yes," she whispered back. Marsha and Doug walked back over to Lester. "Well, I better be getting back to my room to check up on my daughter. It was nice meeting you Lester." "And I'm on the road early tomorrow so I think I'll call it a night. I'm taking the first ferry to Delaware in the morning and riding to Ocean City, Maryland for a bike week." "Well, you can't leave yet. Your drinks are full." Lester pushed Marsha's glass towards her. "A few more sips won't hurt," said Marsha, taking a drink. "Thanks little guy." Doug threw his head back and drained the full bottle of beer. "Come on doll, I'll walk you to your room." Lester followed them out of the bar and walked along the edge of the noisy casino. Marsha and Doug entered the elevator. He caught Doug's eye as they turned to face the door. Doug threw his arm around Marsha and winked at Lester. The dwarf grinned and nodded back. Fresh Off The Bus 4 Ch. 01 **************** Bethany hugged Ann for nearly ten minutes. "You haven't changed a bit," said Beth. "You sure have," replied Ann, not having seen her sister since she was thirteen. "You've grown into a beautiful woman. You've grown the Dutton breasts I see. Lets move inside." "Mom, might come back," said Bethany as they entered the room and shut the door. "I'll worry about that when it happens." All the pageant contestants rooms were monitored by hidden cameras. The people watching them were called monitors and one was to alert Ann via her cell phone when Marsha was heading back to her room. "For now, how have you been? I'm so proud of you." Bethany had always looked up to her sister. "Things are good. Mom's driving me crazy." "Well I hope you'll have a little time to go wild this trip and try some new things. How's dad?" "Better. He can function normally except for a lisp and his face hangs a little. "That's great," sobbed Ann, before tears started flowing rapidly. Beth took her sister in her arms. Bethany wasn't used to needing to comfort her sister. It was usually the other way around. "Ann, it wasn't your fault. Dad's arteries were a nightmare. The doctor told us it was only a matter of time." "Thanks, but I still feel as though I triggered the stroke. It's my only regret." "Then it's true?" "What?" "Ann, they say you're a whore. That you only make interracial porn." "Of course, that's all true silly." "Ann! How can you make pornos? You were so shy and innocent when you left Idaho." "Yeah, the old me sucked. Now I'm happy and I'm paid very well by the people I work for. They are even flying me to Trinibogo in a few months for a month long vacation at the spa." "But blacks?" whispered Bethany, even though they were alone. "You a virgin, Beth?" "No," Beth blushed. "I'm dating Neil, Jerry Ford's younger brother." "He was cute, if I recall. His penis is what, say six inches?" "I guess. I haven't measured it." "Show me on your throat, how far in your mouth it gets." "Ann! I don't do that. It just feels big in my.. you know... down there." "Your pussy, Beth. You think it feels big in your pussy, but it doesn't. Let me show you something." Ann walked over to the TV stand, opened the doors to reveal a large TV. She took the remote and turned it on. "Don't tell the other girls, but this hotel appears to be having trouble blocking the adult stations. Lets hope none of them find out." Ann grinned wryly. "Here we go." She hit a button. Bethany stared at the screen. A lovely blonde woman was slurping on the biggest blackest dick Beth had ever seen or could have imagined. Was this what Ann did for a living? The woman appeared to be loving it. She pulled her head back and more of the shiny black penis appeared. "That penis is huge!" Ann chuckled. "We call them cocks, Beth. That is a big black cock and it's the reason I do what I do. I mentioned being well paid. I'd do it for free. Beth, until you've had one of those filling your pussy, you are still a virgin." "Turn it off, please." "Of course," replied Ann. "One of my movies might come on and I'm sure you don't want to see that." "Yech, no." "I'm not here to talk about the fantastic sex you would have fucking a black man, anyway." "Why are you here?" "To see you of course. When I heard the pageant was being held here, I drove down from New York and got a room. I'm gonna watch my little sister win that crown." "That's awesome. I hope we can spend as much time together as possible. That is, if I can get away from mom." "You let me handle, mom." Ann's cell vibrated in her pocket. "I'd better go before she gets back. See you soon." The two sisters hugged quickly this time. Ann hadn't been gone two minutes when Beth heard a key card in the lock. "Just made it," she sighed with relief. *************** Marsha's hands were shaking from frustration as they fumbled to get in the key lock. She was pale, frustrated, and horny. Doug had been a complete disappointment. What felt like a sizeable penis was a limp as her husband's by the time they got to Doug's room. Worse, the thing looked promising at seven inches long soft. It would have given her the sex she craved, but it hadn't stirred. She tugged on it, but it retreated into his scrotum making it look smaller. Marsha's horniness was growing by the second even as Doug's penis was shrinking. Doug was as frustrated as she was. He looked horrified at his floppy little penis. He'd apologized at first, then turned angry and ordered her out. "Hi honey, what are you up to?" Marsha came in the room. "Just watching TV. I was about to turn in," said Bethany. "You do that. I'm feeling dirty right now. I'm going to take another shower." "Ok mom." Marsha undressed in the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and plunged two fingers in her needy pussy. She'd grown adept at masturbating over the last five years and quickly had an orgasm. In the shower, her fingers found their way to her pussy again and she diddled herself to another orgasm. She was still horny! Her pussy was craving a cock right now. She thought about going back to Doug's room to see if he had gotten over his shyness, but he had been pretty angry with himself when she left. Instead Marsha crawled into bed and dreamed of sex with Doug and in one dream, the black dwarf was standing over her grinning. Marsha awoke in the middle of the night and played with herself again. She'd never been this horny her entire life. Day Two Early the next morning, a black porter came around delivering gift baskets. Each basket was filled with fruit, a bottle of Trinibogo Tropic lotion, a bikini from Hidden Closet, and a card giving each contestant a year's membership at Black's gym. The Duttons rushed through getting ready and went to the introductory breakfast. After eating, Marsha left her daughter at rehearsal and went shopping on the boardwalk. She was at the beach in the summer time and she hadn't even packed a bathing suit. Marsha entered a swimsuit store and purchased a two piece suit that hugged her luscious body. It was the type that covered her stomach, but could be rolled up to her breasts when she tanned. A very practical suit for an older woman. Marsha walked around before getting hungry. She stopped at a grill on the boardwalk and decided to forego her diet, ordering a cheese steak. She had just finished lunch, when her daughter texted her that she was done with pageant activities for a few hours. Marsha texted back, 'Want to hang out at the pool?' Bethany replied yes, and Marsha met her daughter in their room. The Duttons changed into swimsuits. Marsha put on the suit she had just bought and Beth put on the one from her gift basket. The Hidden Closet bikini was a little skimpy for her tastes, but it had been sized to her measurements. Still the triangular patches covering her nipples, left a lot of her large breasts exposed, plus the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Both Duttons were more comfortable covering up for the trip to the roof. Marsha just wore sweatpants and Bethany pulled a sundress over her bikini. The two women left their room, walked to the elevator, and hit the roof/pool button. The elevator lurched and began it's rapid ascent. The pool was on the Nubian King's main roof, but the large black tower shot skyward over half the building. The other half was made up of two pool areas. One pool was shallower and had a kiddie pool section, the other pool was deeper. A muscular giant black lifeguard sat on a raised white chair surveying the two pools. Another muscular black man was working a tiki bar. The bartender wasn't too busy at the moment as the pool was filled with underage women in bikinis. A large number of pageant contestants had also decided to work on their tans while they had a break. A few of the girls were being filmed while standing in the pool by various press agencies and some were getting publicity shots taken. Beth and Marsha found two cots in the sun and put their stuff down by them. Marsha pulled her sweats down and Beth let her dress fall around her feet. "Put your lotion on young lady," said Marsha. "You too Mom. The sun's UV index is a ten today." "I'll put some on dear, but I can afford to get burnt or have peeling skin. You can't." Marsha laid down on her back and rolled up her midriff. **************** Bethany eyed her mom's flat belly, toned so that her abdominals flexed whenever she strained her stomach. Beth prayed she'd look that good when she was thirty years older. Bethany took the bottle of Trinibogo Tropic out of her bag and squirted some on her hand. She started with her arms, then her legs, then her stomach. The lotion felt good, even making her skin tingle. Bethany actually felt dampness between her legs as she rubbed the area under her belly button. Her slick fingers slipped under her bikini panty before she caught herself. Beth jerked her hand back and looked around hoping no one had noticed. No one had, but other girls seemed to be taking the same pleasure from coating their bodies, all with Trinibogo Tropic. Marsha took the bottle from her daughter and started coating her body. Her horniness from last night had dissipated a little, but she was still aroused and as she smoothed the lotion over her skin, the contact had her arousal level growing again. Much to her chagrin, her nipples pushed out the material of her top. Marsha wanted nothing more at that moment then to rub the warm lotion all over her big areola. Maybe, later when she was alone in their room. Marsha noticed a black hand wave at her. She waved back at Lester sitting at the tiki bar. She failed to notice another beautiful young woman reclining near the bar and watching her through dark sunglasses over a magazine. When Marsha happened to glance that way, Ann raised the magazine over her face, but not before Bethany spotted her. After an hour, Bethany stood up. "I'd better get going and take a quick shower. I need to practice my song and I have an interview in a couple hours." "Ok dear. I'll hang out here for another hour and meet you for your interview." Bethany grabbed her towel and pulled her dress on over her head. She headed for the elevator and nearly froze with concern when she saw her sister stand up. She quickly glanced at her mom, but Marsha wasn't looking. The two sisters entered the elevator together. "If mom goes out again, want to talk some more?" asked Ann. "Love to, but I don't see mom going out for drinks two nights in a row." "Here's my card with my cell, text me if she does. How's the pageant going?" "Good so far." Beth glanced at the card. It read; "Ann Dutton, actress and model." "You singing?" "Yes. I'm singing, "Greatest Love of All." I think it reflects this year's theme of helping the youths at the King rehabilitation centers." "Good choice. You always had such a lovely voice. I'm so proud of you Beth." Beth leaned over and hugged her sister. "I missed you, Ann. Though, you made my life miserable. Mom became such a control freak when you left." "I didn't leave. I was disowned, but maybe things will change soon and for the better." Beth and Ann broke their hug when the elevator door opened on the ninth floor. Bethany kissed her sister's cheeks and hurried down the hall to her room. Bethany couldn't believe how horny she was when she entered her room. She really wished her boyfriend was here right now. She let the dress fall to the floor and untied her bikini. Her skin still felt really good where she had rubbed lotion on it. She'd brought the Trinibogo Tropic with her and took the bottle out of her bag. She poured a small dollop on her fingers. Beth stood and brought her wet fingers up to her prominently erect nipple. She rubbed the lotion into her nipple, feeling it extend even more. Her nipple felt warm and tingled. Their unusual sensitivity sent a spasm straight to her ... pussy. Beth moved her fingers over to her other nipple which was hardening, seeming to be anticipating the contact. A minute later, Beth was on her back on the bed, tweaking both her sensitive nipples. One hand left her breasts and slid down her undulating belly. Her fingers slipped through the soft batch of curly brown pubic hair. Beth gasped and arched her back as her fingers slipped over her clit. Her pussy was wet and hot as she moved the tip of her fingers around the inside. Beth paused long enough to pour another dollop of lotion on her belly. She scooped some up and ran her fingers over her clit, then she began pushing them inside her pussy, moving them as fast as she could while pinching her nipple with her other hand. Beth fantasized she was home in Idaho. Neil was standing between her legs, his six inch penis standing proud and tall. Neil grinned and started stroking it. "Neil, something's happening," she whispered. Bethany could feel her pussy clamp over her fingers. Her first orgasm took her by surprise and she liked it. The real Neil had never made her cum and her daydream image of him faded as she came down from the orgasm. Beth found herself staring at the big television screen. She reached over for the remote and turned it on. The screen came on asking if she wanted to continue the movie she was watching. Beth pressed enter. The man appeared to have difficulty pushing the big black cock down towards the woman's wet pussy. Her white hand was holding her pussy open for him. The picture was a close up of a cock that had to have been a foot long if not more. The man pulled back on his foreskin until a huge dark black cock head emerged, already glistening wet. He brought the tip down to her slit and rubbed his cock head up and down it. "God, that's a big black cock," gasped Beth, still fingering herself. The fat head pressed against the woman's slit and pushed it in. Soon the head was disappearing. He worked his cock around pushing it deeper and deeper. Each time he pulled back, the shaft was glistening with her juices. The woman wasn't having much difficulty taking such a monster. "Gonna cum again," gasped Bethany with surprise as she stared in awe at the scene. This one felt like it might be even bigger. The camera was panning back. The woman had a smooth flat belly. The black man had grabbed her ankles and was pounding it home. The camera panned back some more showing off the woman's impressive breasts. Her body was very similar to Beth's and the teen couldn't help pretending she was the one getting fucked by that massive black cock. "You like that black cock, slut?" asked the man. "Yes," whispered Beth. "Yes," growled Ann, the camera showing her face. "I love that black cock." "NO!" Bethany shook as the orgasm rocked her body. She gasped and panted as her fingers got flooded with her juices. She stared at the scene on the screen in horror, unable to stop it as she orgasmed, while watching her sister getting fucked. Beth came to her senses and fumbled for the remote. On screen, the man had pulled his cock out and was blasting huge wads of sperm across Ann's face and breasts. Beth saw a torrent of sperm was already flowing from Ann's gaping pussy. Neil's semen could fill a tea spoon, but this guy could have filled a twenty ounce soda bottle. Ann had wrapped her lips around the head and was swallowing more by the time Beth got the remote to turn the television off. ***************** Ann entered her access code on the basement door and the lock clicked. Inside were several black men watching dozens of video screens. "What's my sister up to?" "The horny slut is diddling her clit." The black man had made Beth appear on four screens and was watching her masturbate. "I think the first batch of Trinibogo Tropic is too strong. We need to tone it down or people might get suspicious." "That's been noted already. Hank and Jamal wanted this one strong. Fuck! I wish I was the one to break that hot slut in or even the old bitch." "That's my mom and sister you're talking about, Gage." "So what? If I can't have them, I'll use you. Come suck my cock, whore. That's an order." Ann grimaced. She didn't like the monitor, but as a female employee of E&I, she was forced to service any black man who requested it of her. Also Gage was rather small at 10 ½ inches long which meant his penis had been a little more then 5 ½ before his enhancement. He did have a nice set of balls though and his sperm had tasted really good the last time. Ann kneeled between his legs and undid his belt, her lust for black cock replacing her dislike of the man who owned it. "Hurry up and do me next," called another monitor. "I'm watching two of the bitches go down on each other." Ann smiled around Gage's cock head. The other guy had a cock over 12". Maybe she could convince him to fuck her instead? **************** Back at the pool, Marsha looked up as the black bartender brought her a mixed cocktail with an umbrella in it and a slice of orange. "From Mr. Nibelung," he said in a deep voice. Marsha glanced past the massive torso of the bartender and saw Lester raise his glass in a silent toast. "Thank him for me," she replied. Her eyes ran down the bartender's chest. He wore a Hawaiian shirt open to show of his bulging muscles. Her eyes kept going down until they saw the swollen lump in his shorts. She pulled her eyes away quickly. The image of big black phalluses entering her daughter Ann's mouth and vagina was burned in her mind for eternity since someone had sent an anonymous video to her house. She took a sip of her drink and laid back in the sun. Marsha was still horny and actually getting hornier. Tonight she was getting laid no matter what or who provided he was white. Screw that, she wanted sex now. Marsha sat up and responded to a wave from Lester who was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. There was a decent crowd at the pool. She saw one man alone. He was around her age. He had a thin build and a slight paunch, but wasn't bad looking. He was busy typing into a laptop. Marsha stood off the cot . She raised her hands to roll down her bathing suit to cover her belly, but decided against it at the last minute. She gathered her things and strolled over to the business man. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, nodding at the cot beside him. He glanced up, then did a double take, his eyes roamed down her body, taking in her trim belly, then they moved back up to her breasts and she felt her nipples poke out even more. "Why no," he replied, aware that there were plenty of unused seats nearby. "I'm Marsha." "John." He leaned over and held his hand out. Marsha shook it. "What do you do, John?" "Here for a conference. They gave us half a day of free time." John's eyes narrowed. "What do you do?" He wasn't used to hot women hitting on him and was starting to suspect Marsha might be a prostitute. "I'm chaperoning my daughter who's here for the pageant." "Oh!" "Oh what?" "I see you're married." "Excuse me," interrupted the bartender. "Would the gentleman like a refill or something else perhaps?" John looked up. He felt disappointed. He thought Marsha was hitting on him, but apparently she just wanted someone her age to talk to. The big black man was already holding another glass of iced tea on his tray. "Tea is fine, thanks." He took the glass and sipped it, frowning when he noticed a black dwarf at the bar grinning at him. He turned his attention back to Marsha. "Why were you upset I was married?" "Well..." John eyed the woman. She looked flushed and her bosom was heaving. "I thought you might have been hitting on me." He looked away then he turned back to look at her. "I hoped you were hitting on me," he said, cheeks turning crimson. "Maybe I was," she replied. John looked surprised. "Long story short, John. I am married, but my husband had a stroke and I haven't had sex in five years. Take me back to your room right now and you can use me any way you want to." Fresh Off The Bus 4 Ch. 01 John gulped. He drained his iced tea and looked at Marsha's body, then in her eyes. Her eyes were pleading with him. "Let's go." Marsha grabbed her things, noticing Lester was watching her. She ignored him and hurried to catch up with John. **************** Marsha wanted to scream with frustration as she slammed the door to John's room. She rested her back against the door and ran her hands through her long hair, pulling on strands until she felt some pain. John was another dud. At least he had eaten her pussy and she had enjoyed a small orgasm. They had both eagerly stripped upon entering his room. His prick was nothing special, but Marsha stared at it eagerly, watching it. The thing didn't twitch when she took her top off. Nor did it plump up as she slid her panties down. She grew worried when she reached out to touch it and instead of growing, it shrank up into John's scrotum. John was frowning too. He pushed her away from it and pushed her back on the bed. That's when he went down on her. Marsha was aware of John's hands moving between his legs as he ate her. He was desperately trying to make it grow, but when he finished and stood up, it was even smaller then before. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I don't know what's wrong." Marsha quickly stood and dressed in her suit again. She brushed him off when he offered to take her to dinner tonight. She fled his room as quickly as she could. Marsha stepped out of the shower just in time for Bethany's interview. Her daughter was still in her bikini, sitting on their balcony watching the ocean. Her cell rang right on time for the interview. It was a journalist from the major Idaho newspaper who covered the yearly pageant. Five years ago, the same reporter had done a glowing interview about Ann. She had also covered the scandal in graphic detail. Bethany pushed speaker on her cell and placed it on the table as Marsha sat beside her. Marsha stared out at the sea as her daughter answered the questions. Though she had orgasmed with John, she was still horny and unsatisfied. Two men in as many nights and both had been duds. Both men had been sure of themselves and wanted her, yet both of their pricks had been lifeless. Why? Was god trying to stop her from sinning? That was the only logical answer. As desperate for sex as she was, Marsha decided to give up her quest to get laid and remain faithful to her husband. Maybe she could find a sex shop and buy a dildo? She could have it shipped to her house to avoid embarrassment at the airport security checkpoint. "Mom..." Marsha came out of her daydream just as the reporter said, "Have any of the other contestants given you a hard time?" "I don't want to talk about my sister," said Beth. "You're the only contestant whose sister is an adult film star and lost her title do to a sex scandal." "Miss Myers," interjected Marsha, "We agreed ahead of time not to mention Ann." "We don't have to talk about anything personal, Mrs. Dutton, but I'm afraid it is news and will have to be reported on. Now tell me, don't you have a desire to redeem the Dutton family name?" "Thanks for your time, Miss Myers." Marsha leaned over and shut the cell phone off. "Lets change and go grab something to eat on the boardwalk. Then we'll catch Rondini's early show." Later, mother and daughter sat in the audience watching The Nubian King's stage magician, The Amazing Rondini perform his act. His wasn't a unique act except that Rondini was black unlike most magicians. He was overly muscular like most of the blacks at the casino. He went shirtless through most of his show. He wore an African necklace of claws across his chest and tight spandex pants that he must have stuffed to make his crotch look so huge. He wore a magicians top hat and after one magic trick that had him disappear, he reappeared with a white skull painted on his face and skeletal ribs painted across his chest. The white paint glowed in the dark. His assistants were white women wearing scanty bikini tops and loincloths similar to the ones the waitresses wore in the casino. Parts of the act were sexually suggestive and the Dutton women grew aroused while watching as they sipped their diet sodas. Rondini hypnotized one of the girls making her freeze as stiff as a board. He kissed her passionately then looked away as the bulge in his pants grew and traveled down his leg. He reached inside and pulled out a long black snake that wriggled in his hand. He put the snake away, but Marsha noticed the huge bulge around his crotch hadn't disappeared. Rondini then turned back to the frozen woman, placing her on a table before sawing her in half. The show ended with both women kneeling at Rondini's feet looking adoringly up at him. Marsha groaned inwardly, there was no escaping images of miscegenation sometimes. His later shows were supposed to be even dirtier and children under 21 weren't allowed. Still, it was entertaining. The Duttons returned to their room and Marsha said, "You alright if I go out for a little while? I won't be late tonight." "That's fine, mom." Bethany wondered if the hotel had solved it's problems with their adult pay per view channels. Maybe she would have time to masturbate again? She felt like she'd been horny since arriving in Atlantic City and nothing could cure her itch. Maybe she'd even find a movie with a white male actor. No sooner had Marsha left the room, then Ann knocked softly at the door. ************** Two Buck Tim's had a lively crowd and Marsha wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She strolled to the next lounge which was called The Addis Aba Bar. The names were plays on African cities and she smiled at the puns. The Adis Aba Bar wasn't crowded and she got a seat at the bar which had yet another massive black bartender. Marsha sat and nursed a margarita. "Hello Marsha. May I join you?" Marsha looked up, then down at Lester's smiling face. "Sure," she replied, a little miffed at having her thoughts disturbed. "Bushmills whisky, Donovan," said Lester to the bartender. "Do you know all the bartender's by name, Lester?" "Most. How's your stay?" "Fine." "Problems with the pageant?" "No." "Other problems then?" "Yes." "Donovan, get this lady a refill. Now Marsha, why don't you borrow one of my ears. I'm told I'm a good listener and maybe I can help." "I don't think you can help my problem," replied Marsha. The image of Lester making love to her came into her mind and though the thought was comical, she didn't smile. "But I think I will borrow one of your ears." "Shoot," said the dwarf. "It all started when I found out my daughter was making adult movies. Not Bethany mind you, she's sweet and innocent. I'm talking about my oldest daughter, Ann. One day, I received pictures in the mail..." Lester listened attentively. He had fucked Ann Dutton in two of his movies, "Snow White and Dwarf Black" being his favorite. He was the star of that movie, also fucking the evil queen, waking the sleeping beauty with anal sex, etc. Marsha left out the fact that Ann was exclusively doing interracial movies. He had Donovan keep her drink filled and bought two shots. He patted her knee sympathetically when she told him about her husband. He pretended to be shocked when she told him about the man from last night and the guy from the pool. Marsha was quite drunk by the time she finished her story. She was also hornier then she'd ever been. Marsha's nipples were scraping her bra and her legs were damp. It was almost unbearable. "Oh no. I can't face my daughter like this? How'd I get so drunk?" Marsha looked at her watch. It was nearly midnight. "Oh my god! How'd it get to be this late?" She had planned on one or two drinks only. "Come on. We can go up to my room to let you sober up some." "Ok. No wait, I think I'll just walk around the casino until my head clears." "I'll help you." Lester and Marsha headed down to the casino floor near the table games. Marsha kept stumbling. "I can barely walk," she mumbled. "I'm sorry I don't have a shoulder you can lean on," said the dwarf looking up at her. "You're right, you can barely walk. Lets just go to my room and we'll talk some more while you sober up some. I'll make some coffee." "Oh god, coffee sounds great. I haven't been this drunk since I was a teenager." Lester helped her as best he could towards the elevator. Marsha was surprised when the elevator kept going up. They were in the tower section and the most expensive rooms. The elevator opened near a window with a gorgeous view of the moon shining over the ocean. Marsha could see the roof pool far below. They were near the top floors. Lester led him towards his room. "Wow!" said Marsha when he opened the door. "Nice." "Yes, it's a Grand suite. I usually stay one better, the Regal, and sometimes I even splurge on a penthouse, but they're all booked for the pageant bigwigs." Marsha was impressed with the room. She was surprised she'd never heard of Lester Nibelung. He must be doing alright as an actor to afford this kind of luxury. "Excuse me while I use the restroom. You can start the coffee machine, if you'd like." Lester entered his bathroom, urinated and stripped his clothes off. His cock brushed the floor it was so big. His cock was twelve inches long when erect and usually just as big flaccid. His testicles hung to his knees. Lester had adopted a wide stance to account for his genitals and considering his legs weren't much longer then a foot this often left his cock touching the floor. He put a robe he'd been forced to buy in the children's department at a store. It reached his ankles and left his cock head visible. "Coffee's almost done," said Marsha when Lester walked out. She eyed his robe suspiciously, but thought nothing of it. "I'll fix us some cups. How do you take it?" "Black." "Excellent. Black is the best way to take it." Lester fixed two cups and handed it to Marsha. She was swaying a little from drunkenness. She took a sip as Lester sat down in a chair opposite her. "Thanks for listening to me tonight," she said, looking into her cup. "My pleasure. I've been thinking about your problem. I believe god wants you to be happy. Perhaps, he was just waiting for the right man to come along to take care of your needs. Here it comes, thought Marsha. This little black man was hitting on her. What arrogance it must have to think it stood a chance with her. "I think god wants me to respect the fidelity of my marriage." Marsha looked up. As she did, her eyes rose up from Lester's feet. His robe had parted under the belt around his waist and his huge black appendage was clearly visible, dangling over the chair, hanging down even with his feet. "Jesus!" Marsha exclaimed, unable to help herself. Lester looked down and grimaced. "Sorry about that. There's not much I can do with it. I'm pretty much always uncomfortable unless it's hanging free. I'm cursed with a small body and a normal sized cock." "There's nothing normal about that thing. It's a monster!" "Normal for a black man, I mean." Marsha watched as the black penis swelled up, increasing in girth, like an expanding balloon. It had quit dangling and was starting to rise. "It's getting bigger." "It does that when beautiful women stare at it." Lester hopped off the chair and let his robe fall to the floor. He climbed back on the chair and sat naked. His penis was sticking straight out now, perpendicular to the floor. "Sorry, it's not going down until I take care of it. Maybe you should go." "Maybe I should." Marsha started to stand on shaky legs. "Wait! You can at least finish your coffee." "Oh yeah, I guess that would be alright." Marsha sat back down. She couldn't believe how muscular Lester's body was. He was as cut as any bodybuilder except for stubby legs and the slight hump. She watched Lester grab the fat head of his penis and squeeze it, before sliding his fist down the shaft. When he released it, his penis was now fully engorged and angling upward, pointing straight at her face. "It must be a foot long." Marsha shook her head in amazement. His ball sack hanging over the chair, dangling and swollen with two balls the size of peaches. "Twelve inches exactly." Marsha grinned wryly. "You certainly don't have a problem getting it erect either." She had found herself leaning forward to get a closer look at it. "That's what I meant about not having the right man for the job. You needed to come home with a real man, not those limp dicked losers you told me about." "Maybe you're right, but where can I find a man with a penis like yours? How can I tell the size of their penis by looking at them? I should be going. Thanks for the coffee." Marsha stood and walked over to the counter to set her coffee cup down. Lester sneered at her back and his face turned darker as he flushed with anger. This uppity bitch didn't even consider him worthy of being a sex partner. "Well you ain't going to find a cock like this on a white boy. If you want a big one, you need to find a muscular black man to fuck. Would you consider fucking a black man?" "Absolutely not," she replied. "Why not? A bit racist are you?" Marsha wiped sweat from her forehead. It felt hot in the room. "Personal reasons. Plus, that thing of yours is a bit ridiculous size wise. I doubt anyone could take it." "This THING of mine is a cock, a big black cock, a superior cock to anything you've ever had before and I've never had a woman who didn't cum with the whole thing buried to the hilt up her tight white pussy." Marsha crinkled her nose at it's crass language, but at the same time, her vagina squirted with excitement. "I've made you angry. I should go." "Wait! I'm sorry. I lost my temper. It was very rude of me. It just hurts that you wouldn't even consider me as a lover because I'm black or a dwarf or both. I just hate bigotry. I've put up with it my whole life." "I'm sorry. It's like I said, I have personal reasons. I'm not really a bigot, though I don't think the races should mingle and I suppose you should stick to women your own size." "This cock ain't built for women my size, Marsha." "Ha Ha, I guess you're right on that one." Marsha was standing over him now. "Thanks for the coffee, Lester." She held her hand out. Lester reached up and shook it. He kept his hand locked in hers and pulled her down a little. "Marsha," he whispered. "Do you feel a little naughty?" "Why?" "Why don't you at least touch it," he said, still whispering, like it was a secret. He pulled her hand over to his cock head and released her from his grip. He brushed her fingers over the crown around the head, letting go of her hand when she caressed it on her own. "Wow!" Marsha squeezed the head and tugged on the tip. "It's so hard." Indeed, the mighty cock hadn't shrunken an inch since getting hard. "It's so hot too, and thick. My fingers don't even touch. I can feel it throbbing." "Why don't you check out the base and feel my nut sack too?" Marsha kneeled, sniffing the air. The air seemed thicker around Lester's cock. It was a very masculine aroma that had her leaning closer to sniff it again. She had noticed the masculine smell before just being near the dwarf, but the smell was a lot stronger near it's penis. She liked it. "Heft my big black balls," ordered Lester. Marsha slid one hand down to the base of his shaft and pulled it up slightly to get a better look at his testicles. She reached out and hefted them. His scrotum was as hot as his cock, his big balls full of sperm. Marsha raised her eyes and found herself staring at the long urethra on his bulbous cock head, just inches from her mouth. The pee slit was leaking large amounts of fluid. "Stick out your tongue and taste it." Marsha's tongue flickered out and licked the pee slit. She shuddered with arousal. ************** "What?" asked Ann. Bethany blushed. "I accidentally saw you today." "Yeah. By the pool." "No. I mean on TV." "Oh, you saw one of my movies. What were you doing watching that channel? Were you being bad?" "It was an accident. I didn't mean to turn it on." "Tell me something, Beth. Did I seem to be enjoying myself?" "You were loving it. The black man was huge." "Interracial porn actresses don't have to fake it. I told you I love my job." "It was a pretty hot scene until I realized it was you. I just cant get a grip on the whole black men all have bigger cocks thing." "That's because you're stuck in an Idaho state of mind, Beth. Watch some more movies when mom's not around. There was a loud knocking on the door. Bethany frowned. "Who could that be? Maybe you should hide." Ann smiled. "It's room service. I had them send up a chicken sandwich. Sorry, but I'm famished. Don't worry, it's being charged to my room. Coming," yelled Ann, when there was another knock. Ann opened the door. A big black man in his late twenties wearing a white coat pushed a cart in through the door. He nodded at Beth. The man was rather handsome, but a bit thuggish looking. His hair was short and cut in strips from his face to his back in a striped pattern. He also had a pierced ear with a large gold basketball shaped earring in it. "Thanks porter," said Ann. "Add a twenty percent tip for yourself to the bill." "Thank you, Miss," said The black man. "Say porter," interrupted Ann as he was rolling the cart towards the door. "What's you name?" "Bruce, ma'am." The porter was trying to keep from grinning, like he was hiding a secret. "Hi Bruce. I'm Ann and this is my sister, Bethany. She's here for the pageant." "Good luck to you Miss Bethany," he said. "You're quite lovely." "Thank you," said Beth, wondering why her sister was delaying the man's departure. "Bruce, my sister doesn't believe that black men have bigger cocks. I bet you have a big one, don't you." "Never had a complaint, ma'am." "Would you show it to her?" Bruce looked Beth up and down. "You eighteen?" "Yes," answered Bethany. "But exposing yourself is not necessary. I'll take your word for it." "Nonsense, Miss." Bruce lifted his coat and unbuckled his belt. "You can see it." "Ann! Stop him." Ann laughed. "Black men like showing off their cocks to white women, Bethany. "She's right, Miss Bethany." Bruce let his trousers fall around his ankles. He was wearing boxers that had a huge tent in them. "One problem though. I needs to be sure this isn't some sort of set up to get me fired for exposing myself." "We wouldn't do that, Bruce," said Ann. "I know, ma'am." Bruce walked with his pants around his ankles over to where Beth was sitting until he stood before her. "But if she wants to see it, she's gonna have to take it out." "Ann!" "Do it, Beth," sighed Ann. She walked over to Bruce and kneeled at his feet, staring wide eyed at the tented boxers. "Every time I see a new one, I feel like it's Christmas and I'm opening a new present. Hurry up Bethany, I want to see it." Beth suppressed a sudden urge to giggle which meant she had decided to go through with it. She felt a little naughty as she leaned forward. "Here goes nothing," she said, pulling out his waistband. Ann inhaled deeply through her nose. "Can you smell it?' A contented sigh escaped her throat. "So masculine." Beth took a big whiff. "You're right." Her nipples popped out as she breathed in the smell coming from the man's crotch. Beth pulled the waistband out to it's limit, but the man's penis didn't spring free. "You're going to have to reach in and get it, Beth," said Ann. Beth nodded. She slipped her hand in the waistband, her fingers brushing through the man's pubic hair. She grabbed the root of his thick appendage. "It's massive! It's feels as thick as my wrist." Beth moved it around, watching the tent move under his shorts. "It's stuck, I can't get it out." The thing was straining against the material of the shorts. Beth moved her hand up the shaft and pulled again, but to no avail. Fresh Off The Bus 4 Ch. 01 "Let me help," said Bruce. "I needs to get me some of the underwear designed for black cock." He reached around her hand, grasped the opening for his penis and pulled. The boxers ripped apart, the opening showing some of Beth's fingers grabbing the shaft, then her entire hand with seven inches of black cock sticking out. Then it showed his entire cock from root to the bulbous purplish black cock head. The boxers ripped off completely and fell to the floor. Beth found herself holding a giant black cock. "My god! It's a foot long." "Nope," said Ann. "That's a thirteen incher. Nice. Check out those big balls too. Bruce here is a heavy cummer." "I see you know your way around a black cock, ma'am," said Bruce. "Bend it towards me, Beth," said Ann. Beth was staring fascinated at the huge shaft in her hands. She pushed the shaft towards her sister and was horrified to see Ann lean forwards and kiss the head right on the pee slit. "I acknowledge the superiority of your black cock, master." Ann then stuck out her tongue and curled it around a swollen cock head the size of a small apple. "Ann!" Beth yanked the cock back towards her and away from her slutty sister. She found herself staring at the huge cock head just inches from her own mouth. Beth felt a strong desire to run her tongue around the swollen crown too. "Now that it's out and hard," said Bruce, "One of you is going to take care of it. I don't really care if you suck it or jerk it off, but the swellings got to go down. How about it miss?" Beth actually leaned forward and opened her mouth before catching herself and pulling back. This was a disgusting act that she had always refused to perform even with her boyfriend who begged her to go down on him. "Gimme," said Ann, grabbing Bruce's cock and pulling it towards her. Ann quickly wrapped her lips around the fat cock head and Beth could see her tongue pushing out her cheeks as it swirled around in her mouth. Soon Ann was bobbing her head over several inches. Beth stared. What Ann was doing wasn't disgusting. It was fascinating! Bruce's black cock was beautiful and it deserved to be worshipped. Ann was lucky in a way. Beth's nipples scraped against her bra and her panties were soaked as she watched Ann angle her head so that she could take the black cock down her throat. Beth's sister was amazingly skilled and eventually the entire thing disappeared as Ann kissed his pubic hair. "Damn gurl!" Bruce had an impressed look on his face as he looked down at Ann's nose buried in his pubes. Still, it was difficult to suck a cock that big with her neck arched and as Beth watched Ann pulled back and started sucking a little more then half the fat cock while stroking the remaining part of his shaft and kneading his balls with her other hand. Beth got off her chair and kneeled by her sister. She moved her head closer. She took a big whiff and sighed contently. The masculine scent was even stronger now, the air almost shimmered with it around the rampant black cock. "I think your sister wants to try," said Bruce. Ann shook her head negatively around Bruce's cock. She wasn't about to quit sucking it so he placed one huge black hand on her head and pushed her back until his cock sprang free. He turned towards Beth. "You ready for a taste, Missy?" Beth gulped. Another feeling had been growing in her mind watching her sister suck Bruce's cock and that was jealousy. Why did Ann get to suck it? What did she have that Beth didn't have? He'd offered it to her first. Beth couldn't say no this time. She leaned down and a shiver ran through her body when her lips kissed the head. Beth ran her tongue over the head. She felt it press against her lips until she opened her mouth and let it push inside. Beth wished she were naked, her hand squeezing her erect nipples while she shoved several fingers in and out of her needy pussy while sucking Bruce's superior black cock. Since Beth wasn't nude and couldn't play with her own body, she decided to emulate Ann and use her hands to please Bruce. She cupped his balls, amazed at how heavy they were and they gave off a good deal of heat to. She stroked his shaft, feeling it's heat and it's large pulsing veins. The cock head pushed against her throat and Beth gagged. She tried again and gagged, becoming angry with herself for failing. Bruce deserved better. Beth relaxed her throat and tried again, this time taking the head down her throat. She was thankful she could breath through her nose which filled with his masculine scent. She would need lots of practice to truly satisfy a cock like Bruce's, but for now she'd please him as best she could. Beth felt pressure on her shoulder. She shrugged it off, but the pressure grew. She opened her eyes, they crossed as she stared down the eight or nine inches of thick black cock extending from her mouth. Beth glanced to the side seeing Ann was the one pushing on her shoulder. Her older sister looked angry. Ann brought up her other hand and pushed really hard with both of them. Beth fell back on her ass, Bruce's cock springing up from her mouth and smacking his hard stomach. Her sister had reclaimed Bruce's cock for herself and was bobbing her head as rapidly as she could over Bruce's cock. Beth's eye twitched with jealousy and rage. She wanted to push Ann back off her cock, but she controlled herself and remained on the floor watching her more skilled sister service the hung black stud. She was amazed at her desire to actually fight her sister for the right to service this black stranger's cock. No wonder Ann liked her job. "Not long now," growled Bruce. Still it seemed to take another ten minutes of Ann's rapid bobbing. Beth sat up again and moved closer. "Getting close," grunted Bruce. "Quick, show it to your sister." Ann mewled in protest, but she quit sucking and pulled back until Bruce's cock was exposed. Beth's eyes widened at the sight. The thirteen inch cock was so swollen and engorged, magnificent and calling to her. I should have fought Ann for that big black cock, she thought. Ann had already taken it back in her mouth and started sucking again. Bruce was groaning. He grabbed Ann's head and started fucking her mouth. Ann paused and let him do all the work. He bellowed and groaned. Ann paused and Beth could see her gulping rapidly. Bruce suddenly pushed her head back and grabbed his cock as it sprang free. A big wad of sperm splattered Ann's face, coating her from her eyes to her chin. He turned and aimed it at Beth. "No!" screamed Beth, as the cock spat at her. Hers wasn't so much a wad as a long strand. The strand's tip hit her forehead and ran down to her chin. The end hadn't even hit her chin before the next strand was coming her way. This one ran from across her cheek to her ear. "Ugh," groaned Beth in disgust just as a third strand shot straight in her mouth. She closed her mouth as soon as she realized it, but she was too late. His sperm was rolling across her tongue and it was good. It was rich and still warm. Beth swallowed it, again jealous that Ann had gulped much more of his seed down. Beth used her fingers to shove more of his sperm into her mouth. She saw Ann doing the same. Sperm fanned out from Ann's lower lip across her chin as if she hadn't been able to keep up with swallowing the massive volume. Ann's tongue was licking it off her chin. "Let's go back to my room and I'll take care of this cock properly," said Ann. "Right behind you," said Bruce, pulling his pants up and stuffing his still very swollen cock inside. "Nice to meet you Miss Bethany. Good luck with the pageant. If you need anything, dial room service and ask for me." "Come on let's go," said Ann. "You better get cleaned up before mom gets back," she said to Beth. Ann and Bruce hurried out the door. Jesus! What if her mom had walked in on her? She'd better get cleaned up and fast. It was pretty late already and Beth found herself wondering where her mother was. It was late enough she started to worry. ***************** In the hallway, Ann grabbed the waistband of Bruce's pants. "I can't wait to fuck that big cock of yours." "I can't wait to fuck the famous Ann Dutton," replied Bruce. "I thought the plan was for your sister to suck me off?" "That was before I saw what a nice slab of dark meat you had. I wanted you first." Bruce took Ann in his arms and kissed her. His face wrinkled as he tasted his sperm on her breath, but he didn't stop. "I'm getting used to this fast," he said, breaking the kiss. "You a newbie?" Bruce pulled her into the elevator. Ann hit her floor's number. He pulled her ass against his crotch and cupped her large breasts. "Couple months now," he whispered in her ear. "Already had me eight white women, four here at the hotel and four at the university." "Long Island?" "Yeah, the company sent me to take some business management classes, but I'm not the best student, didn't study, fucked my bitches. I can try again when I get used to my new body and gets my needs under control." "Good luck to you. I'm getting enhanced in a month. Solomon himself might breed me." "Wow! Congratulations." The elevator opened. "Now where's your room, slut? I need to fuck." "Come on stud." "Can I do your ass too? The other eight couldn't take much. I've seen you take it up the ass in your movies. Ann slid her key card through her door as quickly as possible and the two entered her room. "I think you'll be very impressed with my ass," was the last thing she said before closing the door. *************** Marsha had closed her eyes. She'd knew she should be going, but had decided to stay just to sniff Lester's cock some more. She could still taste his fluid on her tongue. She wanted more, but she wasn't about to blow a black dwarf. There was nothing wrong with just smelling it. Marsha felt herself choking. She opened her eyes, gagging. Her eyes crossed as they stared at the thick black shaft sticking out of her mouth. A small jet of precum sprayed the back of her throat. Lester's entire golf ball sized cock head was in her mouth and she had no memory of him pushing it in her. Her body had acted on pure instinct. She pulled back until her lips were pursed around half his cock head. The crown was out of her mouth, but the urethra was still between her lips. Another shot of precum sprayed her tongue. Her hand hefted his heavy scrotum, full of sperm, richer then the sweet tasty fluid currently squirting in her mouth. Never had she wanted to taste a man's sperm before, but she wanted Lester's balls emptying in her mouth, flowing down her throat, and filling her belly. Marsha moved forward and swallowed the head again, then back, almost letting it leave her mouth before swallowing it again. Soon she was bobbing her head around his cock head, then several inches of his cock. It wasn't her fault. She was drunk. It was the booze making her do this. It was also her whore daughter's fault for giving her father a stroke and making Marsha go crazy from celibacy for five years. It was this crazy hotel's fault for making her constantly horny everywhere she went. Mostly, it was Lester's fault for having such a perfect dick. He'd called his big black cock superior and he was right. It was superior. "Suck that big black cock, slut." He's such an arrogant little bastard, though Marsha, but she couldn't stop. In fact, her body was trying harder, wanting to please him. The head was sliding up and down her throat now, while her hand was stroking his shaft from the root to her mouth. It was the hand the had her wedding ring on it. She could see the big diamond reflecting in the light as her hand jerked Lester's cock. She suddenly felt guilty, but still she didn't stop. "I want to see you swallow more," growled Lester, grabbing her head and pulling her down. Marsha felt the big cock head stretching her throat out as it pushed deeper. She tried not to gag, breathing deeply through her nose. She closed her eyes to grimace and when she reopened them, his pubic hair was just inches from her nose. Soon it was tickling the ends of her nose. Lester released her head and she started bobbing her head again. This time she didn't use her hand, but just squeezed her lips tightly around his thick shaft as she deep throated it again and again. "I'm gonna shove this thing up that tight white pussy of yours when you're done, Marsha." Marsha's groan of lust and fear was muffled by the huge black cock down her throat. She wished she was naked. Her hand would be between her legs fingering herself, she was so horny. Lester seemed in no hurry to cum. Her neck started hurting before to long. She had to stop deep throating him and go back to jerking half while sucking the rest. Every now and then, she would swallow it down her throat. The thing was steel hard, unbendable. Her husband never had a problem getting hard before the stroke, but it was never this hard and her husband's was barely half Lester's length and width. Edgar was twice as tall, but half as big. Not for the first time, Marsha felt a little resentment towards her husband. "Starting to feel it," said Lester, and his cock twitched. Thank god, she thought, though a part of her didn't want this to end. Marsha wasn't a young woman any more and her body wasn't used to this kind of activity. His cock was swelling as he got closer. Still, it was another five minutes before he erupted. Just the head was in her mouth when he blew. Marsha was unprepared for the volume. It completely filled every recess of her mouth, squirting out the sides as he shoved his cock down her throat. His cock spasmed down her throat, pumping more sperm, shooting a wad in her belly. Soon, sperm was flowing down her throat as he withdrew it back to her mouth. Her mouth filled with his seed again and this time she could taste how good it really was. Marsha gulped, enjoying the sensation of hot sperm sliding down her throat. She gulped again as her mouth continued to fill. It was so good, better then she had anticipated while tasting his precum. This wasn't natural. Her husband's semen might fill a spoon, but Lester had probably cum 10oz or so and he was still shooting, though now it was taking three or more blasts to fill her mouth. Finally, Lester pulled his cock entirely out of her mouth. He grabbed the base and squeezed upwards, Marsha instinctively stuck her tongue out to catch the remaining sperm on her tongue. Even the leftover is more then her husband's entire ejaculate, she noticed as a large strand fell on her tongue. She swallowed it, then used her finger to scoop up and lick the sperm covering her chin. It was cold now, but still good. "Strip off them clothes, slut and go wait for me on the bed. Don't get under the covers or turn off the light. I want to see you." Lester turned and entered his bathroom. Marsha walked towards the bed, but didn't strip. Instead she headed over to his balcony. The cool night air blowing off the ocean was salty and fresh. It cleared her mind. What the hell was she thinking? She quickly turned and almost ran across his room. She could hear the toilet flush. Lester almost bumped into her as she reached the door to his room. "Where do you think you are going, slut? Get back here so I can fuck you." "I'm sorry," she cried, opening the door. "I gotta go." "Stop! Get your ass back here. I know you want this cock. What are you afraid of?" Marsha turned and looked down at the cock he was hefting in his hands. It was already hard again. She did want it and that's why she was afraid. Marsha turned and fled towards the elevator. Lester walked out in the hall naked and watched her go. "Don't wait too long to change your mind. I won't be here forever." ***************** Day Three Beth noticed her mom was uncharacteristically silent the next morning at breakfast, but she didn't much feel like talking either. Marsha accompanied her most of the day, watching her practice her routines. Nor did her mom go out that night. That was fine with Beth, she hadn't wanted to see her sister after her slutty behavior with Bruce. Behavior that still made Bethany angry when she thought about it and she was embarrassed to realize that a lot of her anger was jealousy. The problem with her mother not giving her any time alone was that it left her sexually frustrated. She wanted to play with herself again and finally did, but it was late at night in her bed in the pitch dark when Beth really wanted the TV on to watch dirty movies again. Day Four That morning her mom seemed bitchier then usual and frustrated, but then so was Beth. Marsha snapped at her to hurry up or they would be late for practice and Bethany actually snapped back at her mother. Marsha stared back at her in shock and Bethany covered her mouth with her palm looking at her mother in horror, but Marsha didn't say anything. They both just hurried out of the room and down to the auditorium. Late in the afternoon, they were sunbathing at the pool and Beth found herself wanting to moan as she rubbed the Trinibogo Tropic across her flat stomach. She wanted to slip her hands under her panties. Her mom cleared her throat, impatient for the lotion herself. Bethany sighed and handed her mom the bottle. "Sorry, I snapped at you this morning, mom," she told Marsha. "I'm sorry too, dear. Maybe, we've been spending too much time together." Marsha pulled a large dollop of lotion in her hand and rubbed it in her thigh. Her hand moved inwards closer to the bottom of her panties. They were interrupted by the bartender. "Excuse me, this is from the gentlemen at the bar." The bartender handed Marsha a mix drink complete with tiny umbrella and slice of orange. Marsha looked over at Beth who was frowning towards the bar. The only one drinking there appeared to be a tiny black man. "Thank whoever sent this for me," said Marsha to the bartender. "Tell him I'm married." Marsha held up her hand and flashed her wedding ring. "Certainly ma'am," replied the bartender running his eyes down both Dutton's bodies. "I'm Langston. Just let me know if you need anything else." Marsha caught the movement of his eyes checking her out and her own eyes flickered down to his crotch. She was impressed by the bulge and she swore it moved. Bethany stared at the bartender's crotch. His bulge was impressive and instinct told her it was a big one. She wanted to shove her fingers in her pussy right then and there. She wanted him to pull it out so she could see it. She needed time alone to masturbate again. "Maybe you should go out tonight for awhile so we can have some alone time," she said to her mom. Marsha looked over her drink as she sipped it, gazing at Lester sitting at the bar. "I think I will go out tonight, dear." **************** Lester's cell phone vibrated in his pants. He checked it and read the text. It read, "She's heading for the elevator." He quickly left his room and strolled towards the elevator door on his floor. His cell vibrated again. "On casino floor." The elevator took a long time to reach his floor and an even longer time to descend to the casino level. He confidently strolled towards the Addis Aba Bar and entered it. There was no sign of Marsha. Somewhat surprised, he sent a quick text off to the monitor. "10-20?" Lester left the bar with his cell phone in hand assuming she was at Two Buck Tim's. He was halfway across the casino floor near the table games when his cell phone went off. "Lost! Target disappeared in crowd. Will keep trying." Lester growled. He was sure, Marsha must be chomping on her bit to get her pussy stuffed with some cock. Maybe she was trying to get some black cock, just not from him? She wouldn't be the first to ignore him for another black man. He changed direction and headed for the blackjack tables. He climbed into a seat and placed a bet, hoping the monitors would find her. They were busy watching for sexual activity among the pageant contestants and couldn't devote too much time to finding one woman for him. Plus, not every hall and room had a hidden camera. He sat and waited focusing on the game. Fresh Off The Bus 4 Ch. 01 **************** Bethany was naked the second her mom walked out the door. Soon she was on her back, legs spread, her finger stroking across her clit. The young woman had found it to be a great source of pleasure when she stroked the distended nub. The television showed Ann lovingly sucking on a gorgeous black cock. Honestly, the movie was disgusting. The title was "Lesbo Chicks Discover Black Dicks" and Ann actually had a Lesbian scene in it. However disgusting watching two women go at it was, the movie turned hot when the black dicks came into play. Bethany had a small unsatisfying orgasm. She got off the bed feeling dirty and took a quick shower. After her shower, she paced the room in her pajamas, walked out on the balcony and stared out at the ocean for fifteen minutes, a sight she felt she'd never grow used to. Frustrated and confused over her feelings, Bethany walked over to the bed and kneeled, leaning on it, her hands folded in prayer. She prayed for guidance. The only response she got was a loud growl from her stomach. Bethany took it as a sign. Beth picked up the phone and dialed room service. "Hi. Can you send a turkey club up to room 902 please. Yes, thank you. Oh and if Bruce is working, have him bring it." Beth hung up the phone. Tonight, she wouldn't have to share that big black cock with her sister. Tonight, she'd suck and lick it and take it down her throat. His cum tasted better then any sandwich. Her pussy suddenly started leaking. She'd keep her clothes on. She couldn't trust her body around Bruce's cock. Her pussy wanted it. She couldn't cheat on her boyfriend and she wasn't on birth control. She'd have to settle for sucking it. Bethany sat down on the bed to wait. *************** Marsha was dressed to kill. She was proud of her looks, but didn't like dressing to show off her body. She hated older women who dressed like their daughters, finding it inappropriate and believing those women were being unrealistic. Women should accept aging and do it gracefully. She'd changed by her bed and slipped out of the room, yelling bye to her daughter and hoping Bethany wouldn't see what she was wearing. Marsha wore a short skirt that came to mid-thigh. Her legs looked like they belonged on a woman twenty years younger. They were fit and firm, tanned from her recent sunbathing. They were smooth and without a trace of varicose veins. Her top had spaghetti straps over her shoulders that left her arms bare. Her arms were also fit and smooth, with only minor sag around the upper arm when she held her arm straight out. Most embarrassing was her top. It hugged her breasts, a push up bra holding her mighty EE-cups up and firm. The top was low cut and the view of her cleavage was as impressive as the grand canyon's. The Howard women were gifted with big breasts, her mom had EE's and her late grandmother's breasts hung down to her navel. No Howard woman ever had trouble attracting attention from men and Edgar Dutton seemed hypnotized by her breasts the first time he saw her with her bra off. Both Bethany and the slut daughter had big DD-cup breasts on their small framed bodies and so did Marsha at their age, but age and childbirth had made hers swell to the pendulous heavy udders that approached EE's and made her back ache from time to time. Showing off her navel was also something she never did, despite a flat sexy stomach. The top stopped about an inch above her belly button. Most of her stomach was as flat as either of her daughters, but she did have a slight motherly bulge beneath her belly button. Heeled sandals showed off her painted toes. She wore some makeup, red lipstick and a touch of eye liner. Her hair was curled, the occasional streaks of gray the only indication that this was a woman closer to fifty then forty. Marsha passed the Eden Spa. It was the casino's spa and massage. Through the window she could see a giant muscular black man dressed in white shorts and a white tee shirt leading a middle aged woman back to a massage room. Marsha recognized the woman as one of the pageant contestants chaperones. Next door was Black's Gym. One of the owners of the chain was a judge at the pageant. Several muscular black men were strolling through the workout equipment giving advice to a large group of people exercising. Several were working closely with some of the pageant contestants. After Black's Gym was Posers. Posers was a large dance club filled with a mostly younger crowd. It leased the space from the casino and hadn't been remodeled as it was independently owned. The main entrance was off the street, but there was also a smaller entrance from the casino. A huge white guy half fat and half muscle was checking id's at the door. He smiled and waved her inside. Marsha smiled. She looked young, but not young enough to get carded. ******************** Scott's eyes bugged out when he saw the woman's cleavage. The woman flashed him a shy smile. She was stacked and packed and at first glance appeared late thirties, but a closer look showed her to be much older. His lips curled up in a wry grin and he nodded at her. She nodded back, smiling as she sat at the bar and ordered a drink. She picked up her mixed drink and swirled it before taking a sip. His eyes glanced at the hand holding the drink, easily making out the white band around her ring finger, obvious against her tanned hand. Scott was working up the nerve to go talk to her, when his friends grabbed him and pulled him out to the dance floor. Posers was a dance club and the dance area was always crowded. It wasn't a couples dance place, but a group dance club. People just danced. His group consisted of five guys and two of their girlfriends. They were in their early twenties and all worked in the city. Tonight the club didn't have a band, but the DJ was playing some good mixes. Scott felt a tap on his shoulder and turned. The woman from the bar was dancing up to him. He took in the amazing figure before she put one arm around his neck and they started dancing together. Her other arm held her drink. Scott placed his hands on her bare waist and pulled her closer. He knew without any doubt that he would be fucking this sexy older woman in a short while. "Scott," he whispered in her ear. "Marsha," she replied. Scott pulled her close and held her as they danced. One of his single male friends caught his eye and winked. They were always looking to get laid and Posers was the bar for hook ups. It had always been a hot spot in town, but something had changed when the casino became the Nubian King. Scott and his friends realized their odds of getting laid here had suddenly dramatically increased. Woman staying at the casino seemed to show up here looking more for sex then to dance. Scott had fucked six women staying at the casino. Two had been fat, one had been fifteen years older then Marsha, but Scott didn't care. He'd once told his friends that he would fuck anything. Of course, one had been a very attractive married woman who complained that her husband hadn't been able to get it up since they'd arrived in Atlantic City. He'd seen her the next night with one of the casino's black employees. Marsha's abdomen brushed against his crotch and she seemed to notice his bulge. She pressed against it and he swore she shuddered. "Lets go get another drink," she said. Scott nodded and winked at his friends. She held his hand, leading him back to the bar. She ordered them a round and even paid for the drinks. They sat at the bar and talked ordering another round. Scott found it difficult to stare at her face while talking to her with her vast cleavage sucking his eyes down into their depths. She laughed at one of his jokes and put a hand on his knee. Scott froze. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked. "Love to," said Marsha, quickly guzzling down her drink. "Do you have a room here?" "Yes, but my dau... I'm chaperoning one of the pageant contestants. She's using the room. How about you?" "I live outside the city. It's a long commute." "Damn," she groaned. "Come with me," he said. Scott led her to one of the places he had fucked one of the fat chicks. They exited to the street from the casino's main entrance. Scott held her arm as they crossed the street and walked down the dark road towards the boardwalk. The neighboring block consisted of several buildings and an intersecting alley through them. "You want to have sex in an alley?" she asked. "No, I want to have sex on a water bed in a cabana on the beach in the Caribbean while a full moon reflects off the blue water while the dolphins sing, but an alley is all we got." Marsha laughed. "I'm still following you." The alley was filled with dumpsters and a few low illumination security lights. It was very quiet and they seemed safe from being disturbed. Scott pushed her against a wall and began kissing her. Their tongues teased each other, pushing first into her mouth, then back into his. Scott's hands moved from her waist to the bottom of her top, trying to push it up over her breasts, but the top was too tight against her large bosom. She pushed him back and pulled her spaghetti strap over her shoulders. Scott eagerly pulled the top down. Marsha rolled her eyes as he stared in awe at her tightly constrained breasts. He was too impatient to reach behind her and unhook her bra. Instead he just slid his fingers under her bra and flicked them up over her breasts. "Wow!" he cried as her breasts sagged down. "They're too big," she complained, moaning as he pinched one of her erect nipples. "Their magnificent," he said, bending down and taking the nipple he'd been pinching between his lips. Marsha moaned and held his head tightly against her breast. Scott reached down and fumbled with his belt, quickly opening his pants. Marsha felt his hands come up under her skirt, quickly grasping her panties. She felt sick to her stomach suddenly. She wasn't in a dirty Atlantic City alley. She was in her living room. Her husband was sitting in the wheelchair he'd used after his stroke. He was frowning at her as he watched his wife and the mother of his two daughters about to have sex with a man young enough to be her son. Marsha felt tears in her eyes. Scott was still gently biting one of her nipples. Her hands went from grasping his shoulders to resting her palms against them to push him back, but she hesitated. Marsha's panties were down now and Scott had pulled her thighs open. His finger rubbed along her slit and she felt shamed by how wet she was. Scott released her nipple and lifted her up along the wall. Something hard slid along her slit and then it was in. Marsha gasped in shock and joy. All thoughts of resisting fled her mind as she felt her first stiff dick inside her in five years. Scott worked the end around, coating it with her fluids, pushing it deeper as she opened for him. Marsha's tears of shame became tears of joy. This young stud wasn't a limp dick like the other two men she'd tried to hook up with. The head of his prick suddenly slid deep and Marsha moaned with pleasure as she trembled from her first orgasm in a long time. Even before her husband's stroke, she hadn't cum with him in years. It had been maybe eight years since she'd cum with a man and it felt good. "Oh god, fuck me," she whispered. "You got it, babe," growled Scott. Scott moved faster, thrusting as quickly as he could. Marsha thought Scott felt like her husband, though he hadn't been able to maintain the pace this young man could for years. It felt great, but she wanted more. "Deeper," she begged, whispering in his ear. "Harder, fuck me harder and deeper." Marsha sobbed with joy again. "I love your big cock." Scott growled and pumped faster. His dick was completely average and it thrilled him to be called big. "Gonna blow soon." "Cum in me. Give me that big cock." Marsha wanted him deeper, stretching her out. She felt him grunt, sperm coated her insides. "Fuck me with that big black cock." She came again. Her husband nodded his approval from the wheelchair while she fucked the black dwarf. "Fuck me, Lester." Scott pulled out and released her. Marsha almost slid down the wall to the dirty alley floor, but caught herself. He was pulling up his pants and frowning down at her. Marsha's face flushed with embarrassment. She watched Scott turn and leave without a word to her and she didn't blame him. "I'm fucked up," she said, pulling herself to her feet. Scott had seemed to fill her up completely, yet she had wanted more. She pictured Lester's superior black cock. His semen tasting so good. She licked her lips at the memory. She should have never left his room that night. She didn't even think of Lester as a person the first time she met him. The dwarf wasn't an "it", but the most superior person she'd ever met. "You are fucked up," she said again, leaving the alley. Marsha wanted to avoid seeing Scott in the club, so she turned and headed for the boardwalk. **************** Bethany trembled when the knock finally came on her door. "Room service," called a voice she recognized as Bruce's. She was a little shaky as she walked over and opened the door. Bruce stood there, smiling down at her, a knowing grin on his face. He was holding a tray. "One turkey club, Miss Beth." "Yes, Bruce," she replied. "Bring it on in." She stepped aside as he entered the room. Beth glanced up and down the hall. Here and there several groups of contestants were talking. Beth backed up and shut the door. "How much do I owe you?" "$14.99." Beth rolled her eyes at the exorbitant cost. The same sandwich would have been five dollars at the diner back home. "Oops, my mom has all my money." "That's no problem Miss Beth, I can put it on your room bill." Bruce put the tray down and walked up to her. "Was there anything else you wanted?" "No... I... Um." "Anything you need?" Bethany gulped. How do you tell a man that you want to suck his cock? "J-just the sandwich." Bruce nodded and smiled. "Then I'll be going. Say these are nice pajamas." One big black hand reached out and felt the sleeve of her top. "Soft," he mumbled. He slid his hand over to her large bosom. "This is soft too." He squeezed her breast. Beth moaned in response, not stopping him. She moaned and shivered as his finger pinched her engorged nipple through her pajama top. His other hand came up and pinched her other nipple. Beth wanted to fall into his arms. "You gots some big white tittys, Miss Bethany. Now I can put the sandwich on your tab, but I still need a tip." Bruce moved his hand off her breasts and up to her shoulders. He pushed down. Beth didn't resist, falling to her knees at his feet, staring at the bulge in his pants. "Was the sandwich all you wanted?" "No," whispered Beth. "I want to see your penis again, suck it some more." "Say it right. This ain't no little white boy penis." Bruce undid his pants. "I want to see your black cock again. I want to suck your big black cock." "Better." Bruce pulled his cock out this time. He watched Beth gasp, her eyes lighting up. "You want this all to yourself this time." "Yes," whispered Bethany. She reached out and took the stiffening shaft from Bruce's hand. It looked bigger in her little white hand then it did in his enormous hands. "All mine." She leaned forward and ran her tongue around the head. Bruce stepped back. "Do what your sister did." He stepped forward again. Beth leaned down and placed her pursed lips upon the tip, feeling the fluid pouring from his urethra on her lips. She closed her eyes and trembled, inhaling the powerful masculine scent coming from his cock. "I acknowledge the superiority of your black cock," she said, kissing it. "Thank me." Bethany frowned, looking up at the giant black man. "Thank you?" she asked, looking perplexed. "Why are you thanking me?" Bethany closed her eyes and sniffed the bulbous head of his dark cock. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock," she replied, realizing it was true. "You're welcome. You may began." Bethany nodded, grinned, and kissed the head again. She then began licking all around the head, tasting his precum and lapping it up as quickly as it oozed out of his urethra. Soon Bethany was kissing the tip, only this time, she opened her mouth wider and wider and let his entire cock head slip inside her mouth. She tightly squeezed her lips around the shaft and bobbed her head. Beth gagged and choked as the head pushed back into her throat. She pushed forwards, suppressing the reflex to force the cock out of her mouth. She felt the head slide past her tonsils as it made it's way deeper down her throat. Beth felt a wave of pleasure engulf her body. This was her cock and hers alone. There was no Ann here to steal this cock from her like she had two nights ago. She shuddered at the memory of Bruce pointing his cock at her, sperm hitting her face and going in her mouth. It had tasted so good and tonight she'd have more of it. Beth bobbed her head faster. Bruce reached down and wrapped his fingers in Bethany's hair. He guided her head at a pace he desired. It was too much for the teen and she gagged. Bruce relented a little, still guiding her head, but letting her only suck on half his cock. She reached up and used her hand on the rest. Her other hand found and squeezed his ball sack. Bruce moaned and forced her head to move faster. "Oh yeah, slut, that's good," he groaned. "I'm gonna fill your belly and then I'm gonna fill that tight white pussy of yours." Beth shuddered again. She wished she had pulled her top off before sucking him. She wanted to play with her nipples or shove her fingers inside her pussy. She did want to try it in her pussy. Beth quickly unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall open. Her hands came up pinching and tugging on her nipples while she bobbed her head over five inches of cock. She trembled, moaning around the cock in her mouth. Her panties felt soaked. Beth's right hand left her nipple and slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistbands of her pajamas and panties. Her fingers found her pussy and pushed inside. She shuddered almost immediately as she had a small orgasm. Bruce was impatient and grabbed her head, forcing it down over more of his cock. Beth continued frigging her pussy while he shoved his thick black cock deeper down her throat. She wanted to gag and felt like she was choking, but she ignored it, breathing through her nose. The knobby cock head pushed past her tonsils, deeper and deeper until his pubes tickled her nose. She came again as she realized she had just swallowed the whole thing. Still, it was difficult to deep throat such a big cock. Bruce grabbed the hand she had on her breast and brought it up to his shaft. Bethany found herself rapidly bobbing her head over half his cock while stroking the rest. Eventually, his cock swelled even thicker and Bruce started groaning. Bethany redoubled her efforts moving both her head and hand as rapidly as she could. Bruce grunted and thrust his hips forward, shoving several inches of cock deeper in her throat. His shaft jerked, the first wad filling her belly. Bethany yanked her head back until the tip of his cock exited her throat just as it blew it's second large wad. Hot rich sperm filled her mouth and she gulped it down. Sperm again filled her mouth making her cheeks bulge out. Bethany swallowed, but some squirted out the sides of her mouth. Again her mouth filled and she almost gagged keeping up with the flow, but it was so good. Finally, the bursts of semen stopped, but his cock still sprayed streams of sperm in her mouth. She was able to roll her tongue around his hot seed, tasting it, loving it, wanting more. She swallowed again and again, savoring each jet of sperm. Finally, Bruce pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Hold yo tongue out," he growled. He grabbed his shaft and stroked his fist forward. Bethany thought he was done, but incredibly another big wad of sperm shot out, covering her nose and eyes. A final strand shot from his cock and landed on her tongue. For a few seconds it hung like a web from her tongue to his urethra before it fell off his cock completely. "How's that? Good?"