2 comments/ 86947 views/ 17 favorites Imperial Beach By: luvz2x Imperial Beach, Part I I can't say I was looking for a reason to break up with my boyfriend. Our relationship had definitely turned south over the last few weeks so I already had quite a few I could have pulled out of a hat, but I found a good one that weekend at Imperial Beach. It was supposed to be the week to rekindle what we'd had during the school year. Jeff was a grad student at Cal State Los Angeles working on his MSW, and I was a psych major in my senior year. We'd met in the library, hit it off, screwed on our second date, and by the end of October we'd moved in together. By March things had become kind of caustic, he was smoking too much marijuana, and we started fighting in April. I moved out in May but we stayed in touch. I'd spent a few nights at his place and he a few nights at mine. He told me he'd cut down on getting high. Things seemed to be coming back together so he suggested we spend a week, maybe ten days, camping- just the two of us. We decided to spend a few days up near Santa Barbara, maybe a day or two in San Clemente, then the last three in San Diego. He rented a small 12 foot cab-over camper from El Monte RV Center and off we went. Santa Barbara was nice. Romantic: campfire at night, breakfast at a beachfront restaurant, lovemaking whenever. Some of Jeff's demons started to pop up in San Clemente: his incessant chattering about nothing, his jealousy whenever anyone looked at me, and he started getting high again. He'd start smoking dope around noon and wouldn't stop until he was stupefied into oblivion. Then, as soon as he'd start coming back down to earth, he'd hit the bong again. Conversations became boorish. By the time we got to Imperial Beach I even had to do most of the driving. Don't get me wrong: I love a little hit now and then, especially when I'm ready for some great sex. It loosens me up and I get real experimental. First time (and for that matter, the only time) I did a threesome was when I got a little high, and the only time I did girl-on-girl was when one of my roommates and I got a little loaded in my freshman year. So anyhow, we got to Imperial Beach on a Friday morning. Jeff and I had been fighting most of the way. I told him I was tired of him being incoherent most of the time, how he couldn't keep it up while we were screwing, and how immature he was whenever some other guy even looked at me. He kept telling me about the insights he got from being loaded, and how he was going to write his dissertation about living in altered states and how I was too much a prude to accept him as a social maverick. And how I was a prick tease to all the guys on the beach, and he bet I was banging them when he wasn't around. Yeah, those really were the conversations. And it wasn't that he shouldn't be a little jealous. Not that I'm like a fashion model or anything. I have way too many curves for that. I have 6-pack abs, body fat of under 20%, but a 36 D cup bust without looking top heavy. And I'm strawberry blond from top to bottom. Even the thatch of hair above my pussy is blond. It's a naturally thin patch that barely covers anything. To put it another way, I don't have to shave. I don't wear an especially revealing bikini at the beach, but men mentally disrobe me when I go by, and Jeff knows it. Over the past week I've managed to create a really nice tan line, some of it with him on the towel next to me but mostly when he's been passed out in the RV. And with no strap lines on my back from the neck down to my hips, someone had to put on the sunscreen. That Saturday I came up from the beach in the late afternoon, around 3:00 or so, and there was a fully tricked out gun metal blue Ford F-350 Diesel pulling a 5th wheel; both were parked next to us. It was beautiful: graphite gray with white and red stripes and a dark limo glass picture window at the back that looked out over the strand of sand leading down to the surf. Had to be 35 feet if it was an inch; it dwarfed our little 12 foot cab-over with the big El Monte logo in the area above the driver's seat. A couple of young looking black guys, maybe late 20's or early 30's were sitting on their lounge chairs looking out at the beach, but they openly stared at me as I walked up toward them. I smiled, they smiled back, said something between themselves, and clinked the top of their beer bottles together as I strode past them to my own rig. :"Cheers" they announced, "to the best lookin' woman we seen on this beach." I laughed at the obvious flirtation, then stopped before I went in to my rig. "Beautiful trailer... you guys must've just got here," I said, pulling my shoulder length hair back over my ears, "so where you from?" "Yeah, we just pulled in," the tall one replied. "You wanna beer, darlin'?" he asked. I nodded, so he reached around to the Styrofoam cooler behind him, pulled out a tall neck Bud, stroked the ice and water off with his hand, popped the top and handed it to me. "Thanks" I said. I slid it down my cleavage, laughed, and took a sip. They both looked at each other. The short one made a sizzle sound "Pssssss", wiggled his hand like it was a piece of bacon in a frying pan, and laughed. "Got in from Newport Beach about an hour ago," the short one continued, "but we're coming from Florida. Started on the road last month and this is our last stop before heading home." I heard the door from my rig open. Jeff came out wearing his swimming trunks and flip-flops. He hadn't shaved yet. "Hey Cassie," he said, eying the two men in front of me. I hadn't noticed, but they both had great smiles with almost perfect teeth. What I had noticed was how they looked at me, then at him, then back at me. There was laughter in their eyes. "I'm heading down to the beach, babe. You wanna come and rub some lotion on my shoulders?" It was obvious that I was just coming back from the beach, so I knew what he was trying to pull. "No babe," I said without looking at him, "I just got back and need to get the sand and salt off my body." "Well can you put some lotion on my back before I go down?" he begged. "Sure," I nodded, "go back in the camper and I'll take care of you, babe." I set the beer down on the table. "Keep it for me guys, I'll be back in a few minutes." I turned back just as Jeff pulled at my right elbow and lead me back to the camper. "You fuckin' prick-tease bitch," he hissed at me as we stepped into the confines of our rig. This is usually where our Kabuki dance of sex usually begins. He's jealous about some guy looking at me so I calm him down, he apologizes, we make up, kiss, touch, rip each others clothes off and screw like rabbits. But this wasn't the usual. These guys had done more than look at me. They'd actually come on me, and I'd had the audacity to flirt back. Oh yeah, he said, he'd seen what I'd done with the beer bottle, and what they'd done afterward. This time he was really sober enough to be angry. But I was too past the whole thing to give a damn. "Look Jeff," I replied. There was no emotion in my voice. I spoke as if I were talking to a 12 year old. "If you want me to put lotion on your back, then lay down on the bed, otherwise, just go down to the fucking beach and be miserable." He laid down on the bed pouting. I spread the sunscreen on his back and started rubbing it in, kneading it into his shoulders, down his spine, and onto his hips. I could hear his breathing change and I knew he was allowing himself to get turned on, and it was having its desired effect on me. I was getting turned on. I took off my top and dropped it to the floor, then lay down on top of him, crushing my breasts against his back. I kissed the nape of his neck as I slid his trunks down his thighs. He turned over. I straddled him, only the thin film of my bikini separating my swollen pussy lips from his hardened manhood. He slid his hand under the fabric, massaging my ass cheeks while I slid sensuously along the base of his shaft. We started kissing, probing each other with our tongues, when I suddenly felt him stiffen up beneath me. He had shot his wad, his sticky white semen clinging in little clumps to the thin swatch of hair between his cock and navel, some of it smeared to my bikini bottom and the bare skin of my abdomen. I was dumbstruck and he was laughing. "Goddammit baby, you really had me goin'" he howled. "That was so hot!" I just sat on his hips, speechless, looking down at him. "You fucking bastard!" was all I could say. I wiped his cum off my body, put on a long tee shirt from Hooters, and left. I could hear the propane lighter click as he started pulling on his bong. I slammed the door. "Damn baby," the tall one said as I emerged, "you wasn't kiddin' 'bout a few minutes, was ya?" I hadn't forgotten about the two black men but I hadn't thought about what it looked like right now. I had gone in with my boyfriend, anyone in the world thinking we were going to kiss, make up, and then fuck for a while. But, before the dew had dried off the bottle, out I come wearing nothing but a long Hooter's tee shirt that went part way down my thighs to just above my knees with two oversized owl eyes covering my knockers. And I looked flustered, I know. I went to their table and picked up my beer. "He decided he didn't want to get ..." "Any..." the short one said, chuckling to himself. I scowled at him, my hands on my hips. Was it that obvious that I'd been left dangling? "Any sun," he scoffed, "that's what I meant, babe, he didn't want any sun." "Yeah, that's what he meant, honey," the tall one added. "Your boyfriend just didn't want no sun on that bleached white body of his." He turned to his short friend. "Shorty, you ever seen anythin' so white as that boyfriend of hers?" "Not since the sheets them Klansmen was wearin' when they parked that burnin' cross on grandpa's front lawn," he replied. They both started guffawing. I was a little shocked: they lived around the KKK? It must have shown in my face. "Jes' kiddin' babe, no Klansmen- but boy! Your boy is whiter'n library paste." I laughed. It was true. Jeff wasn't bad looking and he had a pretty good looking body, but he didn't like being in the sun. Skin cancer, yadda yadda. Even those times we were on the beach together, he stayed under an umbrella. But the ice had been broken, so to speak. We all tipped the necks of our bottles together and took a long sip. "I'm Cassandra- Cassie for short" I said. "I'm Jackson- but mos' people call me Pencil," he said. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a Florida State tee shirt and looked like he played basketball. Tall, shaved head, with well defined sinewy muscles and long legs. His fingers, long and elegant like those of a pianist, tapped on the side of the glass as if playing out an old standard. "Name ain't about nothing important, though," he added quickly, winking. He took a long draw from his bottle, then tossed it aside, empty. "An' I'm his big brother Daniel- Shorty for short- but some things don't count in that, either!" he laughed. He was stocky, also with his head shaved clean, a little on the plump side, like maybe he'd played guard or tackle in college and then quit the workouts once the NFL passed him over. But not dumpy, no big floppy gut or triple chin. Just plump. Like his brother, he was wearing khaki shorts and a college tee shirt- Georgia Tech. Both were very black. I heard the door to my camper open, then slam shut. Jeff turned the corner. Imperial Beach Part 2: Pencil "Hey dudes," he said, "wazzup?" There was a wariness in his voice, an anticipation of friction. His eyes were bloodshot and darting back and forth between the three of us. I knew he thought that somehow, in the ten or so minutes since I'd walked out on him, that I'd had wild animal jungle sex with both of these black studs several times each. He knew we were talking about him, making fun of him, turning him into a cuckolded sucker wimp. He was loaded. "Hey bro," Pencil replied, reaching out for a fist-bump greeting. "This is Jeff, my boyfriend. Jeff, this is Shorty and Pencil." Jeff had no idea what to do next; he extended his hand but, at the last second, the fist-bump concept burned through the haze in his head. It was awkward, but fist-bumps eventually happened between the three guys, followed by an equally awkward silence. Shorty sniffed the air. "Hey Jeff, sumthin's smellin' awful good!" he said after a few minutes. "Seems like you might be holdin' a li'l smoke, eh bro?" He looked over at me, smiled, and winked. That was Jeff's cue. He was quick to pull out a sandwich bag full of pungent green dope, along with a pack of Zags. One thing was always true about his stash: no seeds or stems. Only the best. "Oh yeah, bro, you gotta try this shit," he bragged. Pencil smiled, looking like he was about to eat the canary. "Mmm, a little reefer seems like a good thing right now, don't it Cassie. Turn the sunset into somethin' special." I could sense something was up, but wasn't sure what. "Jeff only scores the best," I replied, "...only the best." Hell, it was impossible not to get a contact high just being in the same room as his dirty laundry. "Definitely will fuck you up good!" Jeff responded as he expertly poured the narcotic into the fold of the paper, rolled it, licked it closed, and lit it, "and I mean really good." He took a long toke and then passed it to Shorty. Shorty took a quick hit and passed it to me. I took a deep hit, passed it to Pencil. We all exhaled together. Pencil looked at me, smiling and passed it back to Jeff. "Damn baby, your boy sure knows his shit. This is tight." He turned to Jeff. "You want somethin' to wash that smoke down, bro?" Jeff nodded while he took another really deep hit. Pencil reached into the ice chest and pulled out another Bud and quart bottle of Colt '45. "Here ya go, bro." He handed him the Colt and kept the Bud. I thought I might be catching on to what was happening. Jeff passed the joint again. Shorty took a quick hit, but Pencil passed it on to me without toking. I took a hit, held it deep and passed it back to Jeff. I wanted to be just the slightest bit high if what I thought was going to happen, actually happened. Experimental was the word that came to mind. Jeff had already chugged maybe a third of the potent malt liquor by that time, and it was starting to show. Another long toke, another sip, then another toke. Finally he had that 1000 yard stare, that look into infinity which tells the world you've slipped over the edge. He took a final hit off the joint, a long draw on the Colt, and slid down into the sand onto his back, his eyes looking blankly into the late afternoon sky. "Hey Jeff," Pencil said, "I'm gonna show Cassie the floor plan on my RV, the kitchen, the bedroom, all that shit, maybe ask her if there's somethin' else she wanna see." Jeff nodded but said nothing. A chill of seductive anticipation went up my spine. I folded my arms across my chest in a vain attempt to hide my stiffening nipples. Shorty waved his right hand in front of Jeff's face. No blink, no expression; Jeff was wasted. "The boy is numb, brutha," he laughed as his brother put his arms around my waist and escorted me up the steps into his massive recreational vehicle. It was like a small modern apartment. The slides on each side came close to doubling the floor space so it didn't give the tunneled sense of being inside an aircraft fuselage. The carpeting was plush, wood floors down the center aisle, the cabinets in white with chrome hardware, stainless appliances, and Oliver Nelson's "Blues and the Abstract Truth" was playing softly on a hidden ceiling-mounted sound system. The sensual rhythms, his hands on my hips, and the strong weed were turning me into putty. "See baby," he said in a low Barry White kind of voice. His hands riding softly on my hips moved me inexorably down the passageway leading to the back. "This is where we cook," pointing to the stainless stove, "this is where we eat," pointing to the white and ash trimmed table, "this is Shorty's bed," pointing to a double bed mounted in one of the slide-outs. We got to the back of the trailer. Slide-outs on each side, with a full king bed and an incredible view of the ocean through the picture window. It was huge and, in spite of the window, intimately dabbled in shadows. This time the chill went down my spine and burrowed its way between my legs. "This, baby," he said softly, gently nudging my ear, "is my bed." I turned to face him, finding a warm sexuality deep in his eyes. His hands came up under my shirt, resting at the top of my hips. He drew me close, his firm manhood pressing against my abdomen. His elegant ebony fingers continued their meandering walk up to the base of my breasts. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment as it unfolded. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You want to fuck me, don't you," I stated as a matter of fact. His lips were pressed against my ear, nipping down my neck, into my cleavage. "I think that's what you want me to do" he whispered, "every move of your body tells me that's what you want." He pinched each firm nipple between his thumb and forefinger, torturing them to stiff attention. I moaned. He slowly lifted my tee shirt over my head, revealing first my long tanned thighs, the small powder blue triangle of cloth trying desperately to protect my womanhood, the tight muscles above my navel, finally exposing a pair full, round tits with their dark brown nipples standing upright, stiff and proud. He cupped each, plying them with the palms of his hands. Tilting his head down, he took a nipple between his beautiful full pink lips, teasing one, then the other. I gasped as his teeth gently bit while his lips eagerly sucked. "I knew your nipples would be brown," he whispered as he pinched them, hard. I squealed as an electric shock of painful pleasure coursed into my loins. "I saw you come up from the beach and I said, 'Shorty, betcha ten bucks that honey's got brown nipples.'" I knew it. Men did that mentally every time I walked by: took my clothes off. It was always in their eyes. "So did he take the bet?" I cooed. I began kissing the top of his shaven black head while his lips and tongue worked their magic on my hypersensitive nipples. The heat between us became palatable. He eased me back onto his bed and I inched myself up to the pillows with my hips and elbows. "Pink, that's what he said." His fingers undertook a journey up the inside of my thighs, gently spreading them as they marched, finally finding and probing the swollen lips of my labia through the thin cloth of my bikini. There was a thin line of wetness in the middle of the baby blue triangular swatch. I lifted my hips; a pull on each side slid it down my thighs, my calves, my ankles, to the floor. I lay there propped on my elbows, legs spread wide exposing the pink flesh of my wonton blushing womanhood to his equally wonton stare. Trembling with uninhibited lust, I was wishing through sheer force of will for him to take off his clothes. "So he owes you bigtime," I finally replied, my uncontrolled sexual senses making conversation difficult. "Oh," he laughed, "he don't know how bigtime it's gonna be." His eyes wandered up and down my naked body, fixed for a moment on my blue-green eyes and full red lips, my tanned rounded breasts, then the firm nipples embossed in the whiteness within the tan lines, the navel, finally settling on the white triangle pointing like a searchlight to the blond thatch and puffy pink slit between my legs. "Oh baby," he whistled, "you have about the finest body I have ever seen. You got the whole fuckin' package" I started playing with my nipples. "You gonna talk?" I chided, "or take off your clothes." The long hit I'd taken off Jeff's great weed was working its wonders on what few inhibitions I might have had. My eyes were fixed on his zipper. Moreover, on the immense bulge tenting out from it. I'd never been to bed with a black man before. I'd heard myths and legends about the size of their sex organs, their length and thickness. I wanted to see it in all its throbbing glory. Imperial Beach "My turn," he replied. He took off his shirt while he watched me pull at my right. His chest and abs, like the rest of his body, were muscular without being muscle bound. Well defined, the dark skin rippling as he moved in the shadows of his dimly lit room. Next was the buckle on his pants, then the zipper. A quick flick of his thumbs and his underwear dropped to his ankles. The myths were true. It was big. The head was the shape and size of an extra large egg and as pink as my pussy, but the long thick veiny shaft itself was midnight ebony. It hung nearly half way down his muscular thighs. My mind raced at the thought of how it would feel as his fully erect manhood began separating the blushing rose petals of my womanhood. Kneeling above me on his knees at the foot of the bed, he started caressing my hips while gently pecking at the inside of my thighs with his lips and teeth, inching upward with each nibble. I was whimpering like a whelped puppy. It was rapidly driving me crazy. And he was talking softly, whispering lewd things about what incredible damage his big black cock was going to do to my tight wet pussy. His hot breath caressed the crease between my swollen lips. His lips sucked on each blushing petal while his tongue probed the wetness at the entrance to my vagina, finally finding the little button of my clitoris. His right hand slid over my quivering stomach muscles and found an enflamed nipple to torture, all while he continued to eat my pussy. I moaned softly using my hands to push his mouth onto my pussy lips hard. An orgasm wound its way through my brain and I cursed his tongue for what it could only pretend to do. "Tell me Cassie," he murmured softly, "tell me when, baby." He let me thrash mindlessly, his mouth and tongue relentless in their assault. "Oh you bastard," I replied between gasps of pleasure, "you're going to make me beg, aren't you." He laughed. "Beg me, baby, beg me." His tongue continued to pirouette around my lips and clit. One of his fingers slid into my love channel searching for the g-spot. He found it. Suddenly my hips had a mind of their own. "Please baby," I moaned through clinched teeth, "I need you inside me." He looked up through my spread legs. "When baby, when," he teased, his finger slipping in and out of my wet pussy. I was almost in tears with desire. He was merciless, ruthless in his torture of my desire. "Now, oh god please, Jackson," I pleaded, "I want you now! Fuck me now baby, fuck me now" He climbed on top of me, his throbbing cock resting on the patch of my strawberry blond mound. I pulled him down to me, our tongues dueling with passion. He moved his hips back an inch or two, probing my pink wet pussy with the bulbous pink cockhead, now slick with drops of clear nectar. I wrapped my calves around the back of his thighs and guided his throbbing shaft into my cunt with my hand. He slowly thrust the massive organ into me, allowing my entire cunt to accommodate the firm pulsing flesh. I felt my engorged lips part, taking the ebony shaft deeper and deeper into my hungry vagina until it had been completely consumed. I started moaning, softly, as his massive cock penetrated me inch by inch, my arms pushing his lips to my nipples as another orgasm swept like lasers through my lust. His lovemaking kept the waves of ecstasy washing through me. Short thrusts, just barely moving, barely perceptible, his pelvic bone crushing against my clitoris in short bursts of electricity. I was wrapped around him like a blanket, his chest pressed hard against my nipples, my legs and arms coupling us together. My pleasure was complete and overwhelming. We stayed that way, coupled, him implanted deep inside, slowly moving in and out an inch or so at a time. Maybe for seconds, maybe for hours... I didn't care. He had to stop. "Your pussy is so tight baby," he protested, "I'm not sure if I can hold it." "I'm not complaining," I whispered, my tongue flitting between his ears and lips, teasing each maddeningly. I didn't want the waves of passion to stop and feeling him pump his hot creamy semen deep into my loins would put me over the edge. "You're so deep, so deep. Cum in me baby," I urged with each thrust of my hips, "It's ok. Give me your cum, baby, cum in my pussy." "I would baby," he replied softly, "but I don't want to spoil Shorty's pie." His black fleshy piston started reciprocating inside of me again, extending the length of each stroke. I started propelling my hips up to meet each downward thrust. Orgasm was building on orgasm. My eyes were shut tight, filled with a white hot light; I was cumming every time he pushed into me. "What do you mean?" I said, the storm surge of orgasms crashing inside of me as his strokes got longer and deeper. "Well see, baby," he struggled to say, "Shorty loves to eat pussy, but he don't like to eat another guys cum." He stopped again. "I gotta slow down again, baby, your pussy is just so tight it just really makes me..." As we fucked I pondered the idea. This was getting to be more than just exciting. I'd never fucked a black guy before, now I was going to fuck two on the same day- and brothers at that! "...so your brother is going to fuck me, too?" I asked between our animal noises. He was so deep inside of me and I wanted him to start fucking me again, start the waves moving through my body again, to wash me in electric pleasure. He was holding me close and began moving inside of me again, slowly at first. "Baby," he panted, "do you want me to cum on your beautiful face or on your fine tittys, 'cause I'm 'bout to explode." "Inside of me, Jackson baby," I begged, "please lover, cum deep into my pussy." "Not right now baby," he said, his eyes closing as his orgasm approached, "when Shorty has had his way with you..." "Promise?" I asked as the flood gates of my sexuality finally broke completely free, flooding me with electricity that swelled from deep inside my pussy to my closed eyes and fevered brain. "Promise, Cassie" he replied softly, tenderly, "promise you'll get my hot semen deep in your pussy after Shorty takes you..." "Tits," I screamed, "cum on my tits," He took a few short strokes, two long ones, pausing deep on the last one and then pulled out completely. His throbbing black cock was pumping hot spunk even as it pulled out. I knew he had left the first eruption deep inside of me, and the thought of his creamy deposit got me off one more time. Some of his spunk arched in a long thin strand onto my chin, a large glob landed in the deep valley between my tits, a drop pooled in my navel, and the last thick pearl drooled off the broad bulbous pink head to ooze into the thin strands of pubic hair at the top of my mound. I lifted myself up on my elbows. Pencil slapped my clit several times with his oozing but firm black organ. I laughed when it sent shivers up my spine, it was still so sensitive. "My god, what a mess!" I said, laughing out loud, looking down at the pearly white cum dripping down my tits and belly. I scooped the dripping semen from chin with my finger and lapped it up with my tongue. He edged himself up to the head of the bed clutching and squeezing his manhood. I opened my mouth to taste the mustiness of our mixed juices. I licked it clean and swallowed the occasional creamy thread his throbbing cock pumped. Finally, fully drained, he stepped onto the floor and picked up his clothes at the foot of the bed. I rubbed his sticky sperm-laden juice into my skin with my fingertips, focusing on the one lodged in the thin thatch of pubic hair. I rubbed it along my clit and into my wet pussy while Jackson put his clothes back on, then licked the fingertip clean with the tip of my tongue. He picked up the bottom of my bikini and took it with him as he walked toward the front of the splendid RV. "Yes, Cassie," he laughed as he watched me tease myself with the lubrication he'd left behind, "it's a big mess. But wait 'til Daniel fucks your brains out, baby." He turned away, twirling my bikini on the tip of his middle finger. "He's two inches bigger and a whole lot thicker then me... and he can screw for hours." Imperial Beach Part 3: Shift Change Shorty looked down at Jeff, who was still laying in the sand looking up in a stupor at the sky. "Damn Jeffy boy," he said, contempt in his face, "you lettin' my brother fuck the shit outta your girlfriend." He took a sip from his beer, listening to the goings on in the RV. "You left that poor girl dangling with an itch and now he an' me is gonna scratch it." He could hear Cassie moaning softly, an occasional indecipherable whisper, a quiet steady squeak from the bed, and the vehicle was moving rhythmically from side to side. "And bro, she's lovin' it. Right now," Shorty continued with his narrative, "he's got all nine inches of his big black cock buried deep into that fine lookin' girlfriend's beautiful white pussy. He's moving real slow inside of her right now, punching out her pretty little clit every time he fucks her deep and making her moan like a little slut." He heard her laugh, curse, then moan softly again, and again, and again. "Now Jeffy boy," he said, chugging down the last swallow of beer, "my brother's about to cum." The RV started rocking harder. He heard Cassie start to cry out. His brother started to howl and moan. "Now he's either cumming on her face or on her tits," he said. "Bet it's her tits with them big pick nipples." "My tits," he heard Cassie scream, "cum on my tits." He smiled and looked toward the trailer. The sounds stopped. He heard her laugh "my god, what a mess!" out loud. Yeah I bet, he thought, a big mess on her tits and probably every where else on her beautiful body. But not in her beautiful pussy. "You owe me ten bucks brother." Jackson was standing at the doorway zipping his pants, the bikini bottom hanging on his arm. He stepped down the stairs and walked over to the fully tricked out gunmetal blue Ford F-350 super cab pick-up, tossing the little strip of cloth over the top of the radio antenna. "They're a Hershey chocolate brown." "And on her tits, so I heard..." "... Yeah Shorty," he laughed, "you win that one." "Even?" "Even. And I am goin' to tell you brother, she's the best fuck ever." Shorty smiled. "Bet?" "Not necessary bro, not necessary. Promise." Pencil looked down at Jeff, still prostrate in the sand but making an effort to roll over and get up on his knees. "He need a little more narcotic? Alcohol? Both?" "Both probably." "I'll take care of him. You go in and make that sweet bitch moan." He walked to the struggling young man and straddled him, lifting him up by his armpits and setting him against the back of the picnic table. "Hey Jeffy, boy, how ya doin'?" he asked rhetorically as he rolled another joint with the same expertise Jeff had shown earlier. "My big brother's gonna go in and fuck your sweet girlfriend, just like I did." He lit it, took a hit to get the ember going and pressed it between Jeff's lips. Instinctively he inhaled the hot bitter smoke deeply into his lungs and then once again slid onto his back into oblivion. "Only he's gonna leave a load of black baby sperm deep in that fine white pussy of hers." Shorty had his shirt off before he got to the top of the stairs. His pants were off by the time he passed his bedroom, and he dropped his underwear at the foot of Jackson's bed. Cassie was sitting up on her elbows, her thick strawberry blond hair spread in curls behind her on the pillow. She really was stunning, Shorty thought to himself. Her long tanned legs flared out perfectly to her sensual hips, and it was an ass to die for. She spread her legs lewdly, showing him her femininity with complete abandon. There was an island of thin strawberry blond thatch framed by a perfect triangle of white skin. Her labia was still a swollen pair of thick pink lips, lushly plumped from her recent lovemaking with Pencil. The nub of her clitoris poked out meekly from its fleshy sheath at the top of the moist slit. Her tits were perfectly shaped half-melons topped with dark chocolate drops framed in creamy white flesh. As full of curves as she was, she didn't have an ounce of fat on her beautiful body. As his eyes wandered with lust up and down her stunning nakedness, he could feel his shaft turn rigid as it became engorged in preparation for fucking this fine piece of ass. "That's my brother," he laughed, looking down at the smears of semen on her torso, "always leaves a mess wherever he's been." "But he left you a clean playground, baby," Cassie replied as she watched Shorty devour her with his eyes, his manhood stiffening in an obviously positive response. "Yeah," he replied, "and Cassie baby, you lookin' like you ready to play." Imperial Beach Part 4: Shorty I laughed. I was ready to play. I'd had a seemingly endless number of the most intense orgasms ever, but I wasn't ready to quit. I still felt empty. I wanted one of these big black studs to fill me full of cum until it dripped down my pussy slit to my ass, and flowed like syrup down my legs when I stood up. And Pencil wasn't kidding. Shorty's quickly swelling black python was bigger by a couple of inches and thicker by half again. I quaked in anticipation of taking all of it deep into my body, stroking it with the walls of my vagina until it pumped hot sperm into my waiting womb. "Lay down next to me baby," I said, patting the side of the bed while I turned on my side, "I never have sucked or fucked a black guy before, and I really enjoy doing 69" He sat down next to me and I began stroking the full length of his enormous hard-on. . "That's OK Cassie. Pencil and me have never fucked a white girl before either," he replied between quick gasps. Guess there's always a first time for everything. He lay down with his head resting on the inside of my right thigh, kissing his way up to my tender pussy lips. His tongue parted the lips and probed up the edge of my love channel while his lips nibbled the engorged labia. Nectar started to flow as he teased me to a short, quick, intense orgasm. I knew I'd never be able to fit all of his manhood down my throat, especially because of what his lips and tongue were doing to my pussy. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on all that cock while his tongue was doing such delightfully erotic things to my clit. I licked up the bottom of the firm, veiny licorice colored shaft, tickling the little bundle of nerves just below the dark black helmet. A little drop of clear liquid squeezed out from the slit at the top of the helmet. I licked it off, playing with my tongue at the little hole. His black staff twitched as I wrapped my mouth around the thick black head and slid the whole of it deep into my mouth.. I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart and lift my thigh over his ear. One finger found its way into the deep well of my cunt, then a second, a third, a fourth. Each tickled the walls of my vagina while his thumb teased my clitoris to a full erection. I couldn't help myself. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and cried out like an animal in heat. Which I was: a rutting slut. He turned me over onto my stomach and mounted me from behind. He teased me mercilessly by sliding his slick cockhead up and down my wet slit. Then the monstrous helmet of his big black warrior parted the pink swollen petals and started on its journey into the deepest part of my intimates. I looked between my tits, swinging like pendulums from my heaving chest, as his cock went in deeper and deeper, until it had been buried to the hilt. I had taken it all, every inch. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back, and began sliding the thick, throbbing shaft in and out of my tight pussy. He slapped me, hard, on my upper thigh. I rode his cock faster and faster, orgasm after intense orgasm flooding every sense in my body. While Franklin had been wave after wave, Daniel was tsunami after tsunami. He slapped me again, the sting only adding to the intensity. "Oh baby please," I pleaded, "please, give me a chance to catch my breath." He slowed down to a soft, gentle stroke. He collapsed on my back, reached around to tease my nipples while nudging the nape of my neck with his lips. "Pencil was right, baby," he whispered in my ear as he cupped my breasts in his hands, "you are the best fuck. Ever." I smiled, turned my head, and kissed him deeply, passionately, my mind electric with lust. His strokes became deeper and more punctuated, the fat head of his massive cock finally hitting my cervix. He slapped my ass again and again, first one side, then the other. I could feel the heat radiating from the spanking, and then he slapped me again. I had to put my head on the pillow or I thought I'd pass out. I started moaning quietly but, as his cock slid faster and faster along the lips of my swollen pussy, the moans turned to wails, whimpers, and cries. The orgasms became a continuous flow, one after the other stretching into the nearly infinite. Once again he slowed down to short, hard strokes. I got up on all fours. He leaned over my back, teasing my ear with his tongue and my nipples with his fingertips. "Cassie baby," he whispered, "where do you want me to cum, baby. I'm really close." We kissed long and hard. "In my pussy, Daniel, I want you to cum deep in my pussy." I put my head back down on the pillows. I was totally spent. "Fuck me till you cum Shorty, just fuck me till you cum." He moved my ass higher so that his angle of penetration was almost straight down. His strokes became long and deliberate, the pace eventually becoming more frantic, more erratic. I moved to the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets, my head hanging off the side. He was on all fours, his arms straight, hands intertwined with mine gripping the sheets, his legs extended stiffly out from the balls of his feet. He became a pile driver, the whole of his manhood driving down straight through my pussy, the head persecuting my tender cervix. He was close, growling like an animal, and I was moaning with complete abandon trying to catch my breath but his pubic bone kept pounding against my clitoris mercilessly. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head. He grabbed my hips as his body shook in spasms of pleasure, "Here it comes baby, oh god, so deep so deep, I'm cumming in your pussy baby" he screamed, "I'm cumming so deep into your beautiful white pussy" over and over, his body stiffening, his pubic mound welded to my ass while his balls began pumping creamy hot semen deep into my quivering cunt. We were both screaming like banshees. He collapsed onto my back and we both spooned onto our side, naked, sweating from the exertion. He began softly caressing my shoulders, kissing my neck, whispering sweet intimacies into my ear. I took his hand to cover a breast, and held it there. We dozed. He made me feel complete. He was still inside of me, his throbbing erection spasmodically pumping out thick streams of white sperm-laden semen. Squeezed out with each contraction of his manhood, it seeped into the darkest reaches of my pulsating womb. I woke up when I felt him stir. I don't know how long we'd slept but I had the feeling it was past sunset. I wondered whether Jeff was still passed out in front of the brother's RV. Fact was I didn't really care. Shorty slid his cock out me and got out of bed. I could feel his cum slide coolly between my lips to my ass. I smiled, pulled some covers over my satiated body and drifted back to sleep. Imperial Beach, Part V: The Second Coming I felt a cool draft down my spine. Someone pulled back the sheets and spooned up to my back. Ebony fingers gently moved a tangle of hair from my face to behind my ear. Lips whispered softly, "I promised, Cassie." "Jackson," I whispered back. The midnight black fingers kneaded the cheeks of my ass, walked up my spine, and cupped my breast. His chin rubbed into the back of my neck. He was seducing me. Imperial Beach I turned around to face him. He kissed me deeply, passionately, his lips sucking my lower lip. I slowly started to respond through my sleepiness. I kissed him back. Our tongues danced together. I slid my hand down between us and began stroking his quickly stiffening staff. He groaned. "Make love to me baby. Long and slow." I was far from ready but wanted to feel his thick pink head against the petals of my womanhood, now sore and bruised from almost 4 hours of nearly continuous jungle love sex. "I'm a little sore, baby," I pleaded, "so get me real wet first, then take me slow." Shorty's cum was still dripping out of me. I dipped my finger into the wetness and began rubbing the slick juice onto Pencil's inflamed head, sliding it between my pussy lips. Pencil began sucking on my nipples, biting them, teasing them to a taut attention. I gasped as his Nubian manhood began probing for its channel. My cunt lips, now plump and pink, parted as his flesh inched its way into my waiting vagina. "Long and slow baby, please," I hissed as the pleasure of our joined flesh swept over me. It was slow steady waves I wanted now, not tsunamis, not storm surges. His thrusts were gentle and sensual, almost as if his throbbing organ were massaging my pussy. He stopped completely at times while we kissed and caressed. After this slow lovingmaking I pulled out and rolled him on his back. "You did all the work last time. My time for a little fun." I had been dying to see his cock enter me as I impaled myself on it. The vision had been there for years- a dark black cock penetrating a creamy white pussy- but now I wanted to see it, feel it, hear the slurping of slick wet flesh as I slid up and down on the ebony pleasuring tool. I straddled him at his hips, the object of my desire laying flat on his stomach. The tip came up above his navel. I reached from behind and lifted the thick pink head so that it barely touched my engorged labia. Slowly I lowered myself down, feeling it tug at the walls of my vagina as it disappeared deep into my body. "God baby, that is fuckin' beautiful," he marveled. He reached up with both hands and began playing with my tits. His eyes were as big as saucers. Slowly I rode his shaft, often letting the tip almost slip out from my pussy, then just as slowly I would ride the shaft back down until I rested on his pubic bone. Every stroke sent electrical waves spreading from my clit through my entire body. He put his arms around my bare shoulders and pulled me down on top of him, his chest crushing my tingling breasts. We began kissing, fondling each other, turning each other on with every twitch of our body. Slowly I was bringing both of us to the edge. As frantic as sex had been with Shorty, as intense as the orgasms he sent coursing through my body, I actually enjoyed the softness of Jackson's lovemaking more. The caressing, deep kissing, playful pinching and biting created ecstatic little shivers wherever they touched. His breathing became more ragged, more intense. He began thrusting up into me with new urgency, pulling me closer, kissing me harder. "Cassie, I'm going to cum baby," he groaned in my ear. "Do you still want me to cum in your pussy?" My deep, hard, probing kiss was my answer. I lifted myself up onto my knees and came down hard on his thick black cock. We both started moaning and crying, screaming about the sensations wracking our bodies. I never heard the door open or close. I impaled my body on his cock as he pushed his hips up, stabbing the erupting shaft deep into me. Thick white cum coated his long black pole, squeezing it from along the walls of my vagina and labia stretched thin around the thick veiny shaft. I collapsed on top of him, exhausted, so sore I could hardly move. Franklin's manhood was still deep in my pussy draining the last drops of his essence into my hungry vaginal orifice. Every muscle in my body ached. It was dark outside, I knew. I had been fucking for at least five hours enjoying every minute of it, but now I could hardly move. "Hey Cassie," I heard Shorty yell from outside, "I guess Jeff didn't like the idea of you fuckin' other guys, 'specially a coupla niggas'" he laughed as he came in the door. We both turned around as he walked the length of the trailer. "Yeah baby," he said, fitting words in between his guffaws, "he sobered up, wondered what your bikini bottom was doin' on the aerial of Pencil's truck, then he heard the moanin', rockin' trailer, and dirty talk commin' from the rig," he pointed at me, "saw you slammin' down on Pencil's dick and him cummin' deep in that sweet pussy a' yours... guess it was all he could handle." I got up and walked to the door, cum dripping down the insides of my naked thighs. Sure enough, the 12' El Monte was gone. There was a pile of my clothes sitting there, along with a suitcase, hair dryer, some make-up and the top of my bikini. I guess he was pissed because I never heard from him again. I ended up spending the next two nights with the brothers. We didn't fuck any more that night, but never left the trailer for the next two days. Did my second and third (and final) threesome with them on Monday morning, the last a double penetration on the morning we left. On Tuesday they drove me up to my apartment in Los Angeles and I never saw either of them again. They were the first black guys I ever fucked, and I really believe I was the first white woman they ever fucked, but I hope some other white women get to know them as intimately as did I. This happened in June of 2005. Some of you might be wondering if I ended up pregnant with a black baby, or whether I turned to wanting nothing but black cock. No, no babies. I was on the pill and, anyhow, was only two days away from my period by the time I got home. I'm married now, living near Coronado, only a few miles from Imperial Beach. And I'm expecting my first baby. I did go to bed with several black guys after that. It was always good, they really do have bigger cocks that most white guys, but it was never the same as that week-end at Imperial Beach.