10 comments/ 87409 views/ 28 favorites Jen's Road to Black Awakening By: n2itions328 Jen couldn't believe it; once again the new neighbor was playing that god awful rap music way to loud and it was 8pm on top of that. Way too late for loud music, especially that kind. Not only was it loud, but it was uncensored as well and she was appalled at the language being used. This was just one more thing on her list of "new neighbor complaints" that she has been accumulating for the last month. Some of the other things on her list were: 1) Every time she went out on her upper deck in the back yard he was constantly staring at her. If she wore her bikini to tan, he would openly "fondle" himself while ogling her body. 2) He was just plain rude to everyone in the neighborhood. He did not speak, wave or make any sort of attempt to socialize with anyone. Being the only black person in the community you would think he would make some sort of attempt to fit in. Since this was a gated community with its own security patrols, she was tempted to call and make a complaint. But she didn't like confrontation, and was afraid the new neighbor would know she was the one to call. The other option would be to wait till her husband returned from his business trip and let him handle it. But that was a week away and she didn't know if she could go that long. With her nerves on edge, she decided a long hot bath and a glass or two of wine was in order. With the water running, Jen undressed and sipped on her wine. At 35 yrs old, 5'2" and 120lbs she couldn't help but admire her own body. She didn't care for her hips that much though, they flared out too much. Coupled with her small waist and 34c cup breasts she had and exaggerated hour glass shape. Her husband constantly told her she had an absolutely perfect body, but Jen read all the popular woman's magazines and most of those girls did not have hips like hers, or her ass. Big hips and ass or not, she was in fantastic shape, very little fat, perfectly toned muscles and skin as smooth as a babies. Top it off with long brunette hair, hazel brown eyes and it was a knockout package. Not quite perfect in her eyes, but she made sure to keep what god gave her in the best shape it could be in. Since her workout equipment was out on the upper deck, she had let her routine slip a little over the last couple weeks. The slippage was mainly because of the new neighbor and his blatant unwanted attention whenever she was outside. She decided she would get back to her routine; she would just have to make some changes. Bath over and feeling a little better, if not a little tipsy from the full bottle of wine she drank, Jen settled into her bed to relax. She couldn't however, because she could still hear that damned foul-mouthed music. Looking at the clock, it was now nearly 10pm. "That's it "she thought, "I'm calling security". After placing the call she put on her robe and went to the room near the back of the house that had a window that looked out over toward the bastards house so she could see him get confronted by security. After waiting about 10 minutes a security cruiser pulls up to his house and the officer gets out. She recognized the officer, it was Mrs. Garret or for friends, Melanie. Melanie walked up to the door and knocked and after waiting a few minutes it opened. They spoke for a few minutes, and things seemed to be going smoothly when it became clear that Melanie was becoming suspicious of something going on inside the house. After Melanie stepped inside, Jen lost her visual contact and hustled to another window to see if she could see inside the house. After 10 or 15 minutes, she noticed a faint light in the kitchen area. She strained to see if she could see her friend but it was not enough light. She could see movement but just could not make out any definition. After 30 minutes, she checked the original window and the security car was still there. Now she was afraid for her friend, and decided she should do something. Maybe it was the wine, or just fear for her friend, but Jen got dressed and hurried over to the house and knocked on the door. This would prove to be a moment that would change her life. The door opened and there stood the arrogant asshole. She recognized him as the rude man that kept staring at her day after day. He stood there for a couple minutes and made no effort to hide his eyes roaming all over her body, with that stupid grin on his face. He was wearing loose fitting sweat pants and no shirt. Jen could smell the super strong odor of marijuana and something else that she could not put her finger on. Now that she was here, face to face with him, she froze; she could not make her mouth work. Finally she blurted out "I noticed Mrs. Garret's car here and I wanted to ask a favor of her". He didn't speak a word, only stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. Jen was unsure what to do now, she had assumed Melanie would come to the door or be in the living room or something. Going into the house had not been something she had thought of, but if her friend was in trouble she had to help. If it had not been for her call, Melanie would not be in trouble. After a few seconds of indecision, Jen stepped inside. As she followed him down a hallway, she took a closer look at him. He was tall, easily 6ft and he was bald. She knew this already from seeing him from her deck, but now she was standing close to him and it was intimidating. His body, what she could see of it was well muscled and his skin was dark brown. The little voice in her head screaming that what she was doing was not safe prompted her to try and keep track of her position in the house. She figured they must be heading toward the kitchen, a fact that proved to be true. However, Jen was not prepared for what she saw when she turned to corner and walked thru the doorway. She had found Melanie, and it became clear why she had not come to the door. Melanie was on her stomach, naked and tied to the kitchen table spread eagle. She had a pillow under hips and duct tape on her mouth. Jen could not believe it! She started over to her friend but was held up by a strong hand grabbing her arm. He dragged her over to a chair that was off to the side of the table and tied her to it, all without saying as much as a single word. Then he left the way he came in after stopping at Melanie's clothes and grabbing her keys. "OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?" thought Jen. This was all her fault, if she hadn't called, none of this would be happening. She looked at her friend and saw the fear in her eyes and Jen's fear doubled. Looking closer at her friend she noticed the smudged makeup, and the small puddle of liquid on the floor directly beneath Melanie's head. The significance of the puddle became evident when her captor returned and walked over to Melanie's head and pulled down his sweatpants. Jen could not believe what she was looking at and she just stared open mouthed. It was the biggest dick she had ever seen in her life. Oh she had heard the rumors about black men, but just put them down to exaggerations. Yet here one was and it was huge, easily 8 inches long and very thick, and it was not even hard yet. Jen could see moisture on it, and that's when everything came together, the smudged makeup, the puddle... he was forcing Melanie to suck his dick. Jen's heart began beating hard, her breath quickened..."They were going to be raped" she thought. She tried to scream but with the music playing so loud she doubted anyone would hear her. Apparently he had done something with the cruiser as well so until the dayshift officer came in, no one was going to come looking for the Melanie, and subsequently her either. Jen just stared in disbelief as the their captor took his pants completely off, stood in front of Melanie and slowly jacked himself while smoking what looked to Jen like a cigar except it smelled like marijuana. As he stroked his ever growing dick, he would occasionally slap Melanie across her cheek with the head and laugh. Finally, when it was about ¾ hard, he grabbed a tube of something and spread its contents all over the head of his dick, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head up at the same time ripping the duct tape off Melanie's mouth. Melanie's mouth opened in a scream and was immediately silenced by the big black dick. The table put her mouth at the perfect height for this oral assault, with her head pulled back like it was he had her mouth and throat aligned perfectly and he took full advantage of this. The first stroke put 2 inches into her mouth, but he didn't pull back, he just kept pushing forward till another 2 inches disappeared. At that point he just held it there, looked over at Jen and just smiled and took another puff of his "cigar". Jen looked at her friend and could see her eyes watering; she could see her struggling to breathe and more and more saliva starting to leak around the edges of the thick black cock. Looking on the floor she saw the saliva puddle and off to the side lay the tube he had just used. It was a tube of oral gel. Jen could not understand the need for it; or rather that someone would actually do something like that. She was jolted out of her thoughts by the first words their captor spoke..."OH FUCK YEA BITCH". When Jen looked back to her friends face, she was once again speechless. He was holding Melanie by her hair with both hands and was fucking her face like a man fucks a pussy. Saliva was coating the huge cock in a thick layer and dripping on the floor. But what really held Jen speechless was the fact that he was pushing at least 8 inches of cock into Melanie's mouth. How her mouth could even stretch that far was miracle in Jen's mind, let alone how in the world that much cock could fit in her mouth. Then Jen realized what was going on, he was shoving his cock down her throat. Jen could not believe it, her friend (and possibly herself as well) were going to be raped all because she couldn't handle a little loud music. At this very moment Melanie had ¾ of this man's cock pounding in and out of her mouth and it seemed he was determined to get the last ¼ in there as well. Tears streamed down her face, and saliva poured out of her mouth, all while he power fucked her face for the next 15 or 20 minutes. Jen looked closer at her friend, trying to make eye contact, but Melanie's eyes were locked on the black man's face. Jen couldn't tell for sure, but it almost looked like her friend was looking at him with something other than fear or hatred. When she noticed he had slowed his pace, she dropped her gaze to Melanie's mouth she saw that only a little of the massive cock was left outside of the mouth it was fucking. One more stroke and he would have the whole thing down Melanie's throat. Jen watched as he slowly pulled inch after saliva coated inch out of her friend's mouth. Jen couldn't help but think of the little clown car in the circus, where clown after clown gets out of a car that is only big enough for one. Impossibly, Inch after inch pulled out of Melanie's mouth until only the head remained and 11 inches of rock hard cock was poised to slam back in, when nothing else happened Jen looked up and saw he was looking directly at her. He simply mouthed the words..."You're next" and returned his attention to Melanie. Jen looked to Melanie and saw her struggling to breathe, chocking and gagging a little. Saliva drooled from sill between her tightly stretched lips and the cock head and her eyes were still locked on his face. Jen became aware of something going on with her own body when she tried to struggle free of her bonds. She was wet, soaking wet to be exact. How she had not noticed before now she couldn't guess. Maybe it was the fact she was so riveted to what is happening in front of her, or maybe the wine, or maybe it was from inhaling all this smoke and she had a contact high. She didn't know for sure. She only knew her pussy was soaking wet, and now that she noticed she couldn't stop thinking about it. Why would this turn her on? Why would, what amounts to rape, make her body react this way? She was snapped out of her reverie when the current song ended and she could now clearly hear the slurping, gagging and grunting that came with the face fucking Melanie was receiving as the man brutally pounded her wide stretched mouth. All 12 inches were slamming into her throat and Jen was mesmerized. "It just is not possible" thought Jen. Just when she thought he could not fuck his cock into Melanie's mouth any harder, he picked up the pace. The music had not started again, and Jen could hear him clearly now.... "You uppity bitch, look at you now...ugh...ugh...ugh... that's it bitch take that cock. Come...ugh...over...ugh...here...ugh...talking all that shit... ugh...ugh...ugh. You mine now bitch, you hear me..." All while mercilessly pounding all of his cock down her throat until he tipped his head back slammed his hips forward and roared "FUCK YEA BITCH TAKE MY NUT!" Jen was stunned yet again, she could see his cock flexing, could see Melanie's eyes rolling back in her head. He was buried to the hilt and he was Cumming, it had to be going straight to her stomach. She could also see something else, Melanie's toes were curled up, her body was shaking and it was covered in sweat. If Jen didn't know any better, Melanie had just had an orgasm while he was pumping her stomach full of cum. Jen wondered how any woman would enjoy such treatment. The second that thought formed however, she was reminded by her own pulsating, flooded pussy that it was indeed possible. Jen's Road to Black Awakening Ch. 02 Jen's road to a black awakening continues...with a revelation. "This cannot be happening!" Struggling in her chair had not succeeded in anything but almost tipping the chair over. With her legs tied to the legs of the chair, her waist tied to the back and her hands tied behind the back, falling over was not a situation she wanted to put herself in. Realizing that at the moment she had no option, other than to sit still for now, Jen decided to take stock of the situation with her friend. She looked up just in time to see the large head slide from Melanie's lips, accompanied by a soft popping sound. Her eye makeup was a smeared mess with black tears running in multiple paths down her cheeks. Her hair, a sweat laden mop of dark red was plastered to her forehead, neck and cheeks. The same cheeks that were flushed and dotted with round red marks left by that assholes fingers gripping her face. She was still coughing and gagging a little with her head angled down-ward, cum/saliva mixture still dribbling from her lips. "Oh my god...Melanie...are you ok?" Jen asked in a kinda-sorta loud whisper. Jen did not get an answer from Melanie; she did however get a chuckle from "the asshole". He had moved over to a counter off to the side. She looked up at him and he just smiled and pulled another "cigar" from a box on the counter and lit it. He just stood there, taking slow puffs and staring at her. "What is he waiting for, why is he just standing there staring" she thought. She was determined to show she was not afraid of him, so she met his stare with one of her own. He only smiled and puffed. Just on the lower edge of her vision she could make out movement. It didn't make sense at first because he was standing perfectly still. It registered a few seconds later..."that's his cock bouncing around" she thought to herself. She wanted to look, but she also realized the game he was playing. He wanted her to look, to break her defiant eye contact. She was afraid if she did, she would not be able to take her eyes off it, and he would "win". Bounce...bounce...bounce...Puff...bounce...bounce...bounce...puff, all the while staring at her, smiling. "I will just take a quick look" Jen thought. Her husband had never made his dick bounce, twitch or anything else of the sort and she really wanted to see if that was what was really going on. "Maybe his other hand is down there making it move" she thought. Her next thought, "Yea that's what's going on...it's not moving by itself" was immediately followed by him picking up a glass of liquor...with his other hand. Still the movement down there continued. She had to know, with her resolve weakening, she finally gave in and dropped her eyes to his cock. Sure enough, the damn thing was pointed right at her and bouncing up and down. It looked like a scene out of some twisted 3d video of a one-eyed snake. She could see the shaft going back to his body but only the plum sized head and the flaring hole was in focus. She tried to look away but couldn't, it bounced, it swayed and every so often the head would flex making it bigger for just a second. Time seemed to stop, it was just her and the swaying, bouncing one-eyed head. Unconsciously she licked her dry lips and after a few minutes finally blinked. Her thighs muscles were flexing and the air seemed to be getting awful hot. Jen squirmed in her chair, which rubbed her clit against her soaked thong, sending tiny lightning bolts to her very core. Never in her life had she even heard of such, or even seen anything like what she was staring at. It seemed as if it had a life of its own, and it was staring at her...staring... "STARING!" her mind screamed. The spell broken, she looked up into the face of the asshole with his ear to ear grin plastered on his face. "Ahh crap" she thought. He didn't gloat, just finished his "cigar" and his drink and headed toward the table where Melanie lay. As she followed him with her eyes, Melanie came into view. Jen noticed that she had not raised her head, but she was not coughing anymore and her breathing had returned to a reasonably normal rythm, so Jen took that has a good sign. The asshole was moving around to the other end of the table though and that didn't bode well for Melanie. Jen watched him move along the far edge of the table, he was taking in every inch of Melanie's prone body. "Body" was an understatement; Melanie was built like the proverbial porn star. She was by no means fat, she was just plain thick in all the right places. Jen could see her tits bulging out against the table, a slightly smaller waist and wide hips. "And I thought my ass was big...hers puts mine to shame." thought Jen. Even in the poor lighting, Jen could tell Melanie's body was in pretty good shape. Jen's assessment of Melanie's body was confirmed when the asshole slapped her ass cheek hard and palmed it. An ass cheek that didn't wobble around like jello, instead it just absorbed the hit and molded to his palm. "Now that what I'm talkin bout...that's some prime grade A ass right there, yes indeed!" "She's not just a piece of meat you know." Snaps jen with all the contempt she can muster. "Your absolutely right, she is not just a piece of meat...she's MY piece of meat." he says with a grin. "Now if you don't mind, I have some unfinished business to take care of. Just sit tight and enjoy the show." Melanie seemed resigned to her fate, she didn't struggle, while he was working her ass over with both his hands now. Squeezing the cheeks, spreading them open and peering down into her crack and pushing them together again. As a matter of fact Jen thought she saw her hips ever-so-slightly pushing back against his hands. "It's the poor light" she thought. "No way would she willingly participate in such callous treatment". She felt she was responsible for the entire situation and thought she should apologize before... well, She couldn't finish that thought. "Melanie.....Melanie look at me". Melanie's head tilted to the side so that she was looking Jen's way. "This is all my fault...I'm so sorry, please, please forgive me" Jen begged. "It's ok." Melanie replies witha slight slur. Jen noticed that her friend was biting her lower lip, and her eyes had a far away glazed look to them. It seemed to Jen that Melanie was looking thru her, not at her. "Maybe she's in shock or something" thought Jen. "Or maybe she's drugged". When Melanie's face scrunched up a little, Jen snapped her gaze back to the asshole. He was still holding one cheek, but he was in the process of pushing his middle finger from the other hand into Melanie's ass crack. She guessed it was going into Melanie's pussy, but she could not be sure. "Please don't do this..." Jen pleaded. The asshole's only response was to look directly into Jen's eyes, pull his finger from "his" prime grade A ass and put it close to his nose. Jen watched him sniff his finger, a glisteningly wet finger. "Love the smell of a sweet pussy. And this bitch right here as a damn sweet one..you hear me..um um ummph". The last part muffled because he was sucking the juice off said finger. " And taste sweet too...a two-fer" he says laughingly. Jen watched as he climbed up on the table and positioned himself by pushing Melanie's legs together, and putting his knees on the outside of her legs and resting his cock on the crack of Melanie's ass. Jen stared at the sight before her, his cock looked like a giant black hotdog on a golden bun. She couldn't imagine her pussy being able to take even half of that...big...thick... "God it's getting hot in here." She muttered to herself. She wondered how any normal pussy could take that monster; it reached to the lowest most part of her friends back. Once again she found herself using the word impossible. In the last hour though, several things she'd thought impossible had been proven to be indeed possible. One such thing being her pussy and clit's insistence on going against her brain, despite rational thought that this was all wrong. Her pussy was a pit of molten lava and her clit was so distended it was rubbing against her thong, which only incited her over-heated pussy to over-ride more and more of her brains control of her body. She tried to regain some measure of control by reminding herself she was married, that this was all so wrong. Being forced to watch a rape was wrong. Being tied to a chair was wrong. It wasn't working, her nipples had joined in on the coup d'état...the traitors... It was dancing again, which derailed her train of thought. She looked up, and of course he had noticed her staring at his cock and had flexed it just to break her trance. "Please let us go...Please don't do this." Jen pleaded, once again. "Oh damn thats one pretty ass. I think it needs a lil' somethin though." he says, completely ignoring the plea. With a smile and a wink he produced a small bottle of baby oil from the far side of Melanie's body. He dripped several drops around the golden globe and up and down his cock and began massaging the perfectly smooth globes while sliding his cock back and forth through them. "Oh god", she thought, "this is it...he is going to put that monster in her". She watched him knead Melanie's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them against his cock when it sank as far down in her crack as it would go. On each in stroke the head and an inch or so of cock would emerge from the cheeks and the head would flare out like it was taking a deep breath just before it was about to dive into the pussy below it. Jen broke her gaze from the flaring head and looked at Melanie's face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly, the tip of her tongue barely visible. Her cheeks were flushed again, and sweat beaded her forehead. Jen felt sorry for her friend, despite the depravity of the situation, it would appear Jen's body was not the only one experiencing a coup d'état. Except it appeared the four traitors in Melanie's body had already usurped power. The fight for control was slowly tipping in favor of her own body's traitors as well, though she stubbornly refused to admit any loss of control. The rational side kept reminding her that she was married to a good man ...Michael...god she almost couldn't think of his name. On the other hand, her pussy was in full blown lust. The combination of wine, contact high, what was happening in front of her and a lack of sex for the past couple weeks had combined to form the perfect storm. She looked down at her ring..."I'm married...to a loving husband..." she whispered. Melanie's sharp intake of breath pulled Jen back to her surroundings. She immediately looked to see what he was doing to her friend. He had those round globes spread apart and was using his thumbs to guide his plum-sized cock head downward. "You ready for this cock?" he asks. When Melanie did not answer, he released one cheek and smacked her across it and repeated his question. "I SAID, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS COCK!" Melanie nodded, but that did not satisfy him. "SAY IT OUT LOUD!" "YES...YES I'M READY FOR YOUR COCK", came Melanie's husky reply. "That's better", he says with a smile and went back to guiding his cock. He apparently had found his mark, because he pushed down a little and Melanie's body stiffened, followed by a loud groan from her. Jen wanted to comfort her friend as best she could but she could not tear her eyes from that cock. He pushed again and a couple inches of thick cock slid in between those golden cheeks. With his cock comfortably seated, he released her ass cheeks and put his hands on her waist, forcing her to arch her back downward and her pussy angled into the "sweet spot". He pulled back a little, and pushed forward again and a little more slid home, each push eliciting a load moan from Melanie, and a groan from him. Jen was transfixed..."he must be ripping her to shreds" she thought. "I wonder what it feels like...I mean I wonder if he is hurting her". Where did that come from, she didn't want to know what it felt like. Her pussy could never handle that thing, could it? What was she thinking, she had a husband...Michael, yes, loving, sweet Michael. Jumping tracks, her brain focused on what she was looking at, half that monster was gliding in and out at a slow powerful pace. He was taking it slow, but each stroke had some power behind it, he was forcing a little more in each time. Melanie was moaning steadily now, with a mixture of soft "oh my god's" and "ahh fuck's" thrown in. Her body was flexing, trying to push back onto the invading monster. Jen barely registered this though; her entire universe consisted of his cock sliding in and out of Melanie's pussy. Her own pussy pulsed and twitched, its closest cohort in crime throbbed. Tiny bolts of electricity shot to her brain from these two traitors, perfectly timed to each powerful stroke of his cock into Melanie's upturned pussy. Somewhere in a corner of her brain...the name Michael floated around. She couldn't bring that thought into the forefront of her brain though. There was just that cock, her throbbing clit and a molten lava pit where her pussy used to be. Three quarters of that big thick cock was going in that pussy now, Melanie was gasping, moaning and grinding her hips back against him a little and she let it be known she was about to cum, Jen felt a tiny bit of jealousy about that event. "She's about to cum" Jen thought, "why would that bother me? It doesn't" she firmly decided. A gruff voice saying" That's it you sweet pussied bitch, cum on my cock. Shit you got some good pussy. That's it, grind that pussy in my cock...make ya self cum..." brought her out of her thoughts. Melanie was indeed furiously grinding her ass in a small circle, while pushing back at the same time. He just held himself still and locked eyes with Jen. He kept softly saying things like "She's got some good damn pussy, she's gonna make me cum soon", and "look at her go, damn that some talent". Realistically none of the comments should have bothered her, but her pussy and clit were firing bolts of electricity at a rapid pace now, and now those bolts were delivering tiny doses of jealousy to her brain. After all, she had a pussy too, and she could grind her hips like that. Melanie's Scream of "OH GOD YESSSSSS!" drew Jen's attention from her thoughts. Jen immediately noticed that Melanie's body was shaking and twitching like it was being electrocuted. She was still trying to grind her pussy on his cock, but her muscles were not cooperating. Her hands gripped the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles were white and her mouth hung open. When Jen looked up at him, for once he was not looking at her. Instead, he was looking at his cock buried in the pussy he was pulverizing...Melanie's pussy. He was going on and on about how good her pussy was, how her pussy was squeezing his cock. She wasn't prepared for what came next tho. "Now I can fuck this sweet pussy for real" "Now he can fuck her for real? What's that supposed to mean?" she thought. "What's he been doing to that bitch for the last 20 minutes... wait, did I just call my friend a bitch? God, what's happening to me." The debate was over with Melanie's cries of "OH FUCK YESSS...FUCK ME...YES...IT IS YOUR PUSSY...YES I WANT IT ALL...FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK...YES THAT'S IT...OOOHHH GGGOODD...I..I..IM CCCCUUUMMMMIIIINNGGG!!!" When Jen came back to reality, she saw him leaning forward with his hands on the table top and his mouth near her ear. He was pounding her into the table. Only a couple inches were left on the down stroke and it was obvious his intent was to get all 12 inches in the bitch. Jen watched as he jack hammered his cock into her relentlessly. She'd never been fucked like this, never even thought it possible; she had never cum more than once in any session with her husband either. Yet by her count, this bitch had cum 3 times already and was fast approaching number 4. She could clearly see the evidence of those orgasm's all over his pistoning cock as it pounded home. The more the slut came, the wetter his cock got and the more cock he powered into her. Number 4 hit like a freight train, no words came out of her mouth, it just hung open, her eyes were glazed over and her body shook and spasmed. "That's what I been waiting for bitch. That's it, open up for big daddy and take this fuckin' cock." The last two inches were now disappearing into Melanie's body and Jen struggled to comprehend how that was possible. "Where could a solid foot of cock be going?" she wondered. "It must be rearranging her insides." He was long stroking her now with all 12 inches, pulling back till only the tip was lodged in that sweet pussy and powering home till his heavy balls slapped her clit. The table shook and wobbled from the intensity, it probably would have collapsed if it was not made of solid wood. Melanie screamed through back to back non stop orgasms...,and the fucking continued. Jen's pussy twitched and her clit throbbed in time to his pounding cock. The battle for control was over, her brain and hence rational thought had lost and was locked away in that corner where her thoughts of what's-his-name were pushed. Her pussy was in control, and it was jealous and not just a little jealous, there she finally admitted it. A small part of her was afraid of what her pussy wanted though, the rational part of her was afraid of getting a 12 inch monster pounded into her this way. What this man was doing to that slut was not sex, or even fucking... it was something else. She didn't know if there was even a name for the way he was pounding his cock into that bitch's pussy. His ass was a blur, his cock was a living steel rod that he relentlessly drove in to the hilt and pulled back out till just the head was left in it and pounding it home again, over and over. His steel rod was coated in the sluts cum and it glistened in the dim light. On every down stroke, pussy juice would squish out and every 10 or 15 strokes would be accompanied by farting sounds. His comment about pussy fart's killed her assumption the bitch was passing gas. "A pussy can fart?..Really?". "YES BABY IT'S YOUR PUSSY!!!....OH...FUCK YESSS...BABY YOU KNOW HOW I ...LIKE TO BE FUCKED... N..NO..NOBODY CAN FUCK ME LIKE YOU BABY...OH GOD I'M COMING AGAIN...NO... NNOO... NOBODY HAS HAD TH...THIS PUSSY BUT YOU...YE...YESSS BABY...I KNOW YOU ARE GO...GOING TO FUCK HER...I TOLD YOU...SH...SHE SEXY...OH GOD YES THAT'S IT...FUCK ME...FUCK ME....AHHHH GGGGOOOOODDD......I CAN"T STOP CUMMMMMINNINGG!!!!" Melanie was babbling now. Nearly delirious from the back to back orgasm's wracking her body. At that moment he shouted "AAAAHHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKKK!!!, LEANED BACK, pulled his massive cock from her pussy and aimed the first heavy shot in Jen's direction. It landed at her feet with a soft splatter and Jen just stared at it. "So close." she thought. When she looked up the rest was splattered all over the bitch's twitching back and sweat-soaked hair. He was still jacking the shaft, squeezing the last drop from it onto the bitch's quivering ass. Jen's body was on fire, her clit was throbbing madly and try as she might, she could not get enough friction from grinding her clit on her thong to finally reach that orgasm that was just...right...there... . Maybe that's why it took a few minutes for what the bitch had said to sink in and register in her pussy controlled brain. "This was not the first time he has fucked her!" Jen thought. That thought set off a chain reaction. The rational side to her brain made a small comeback. "The bitch intended all along to set her up to get fucked." she thought. And she called that bitch a friend. She didn't feel guilty about calling her a bitch now, not really.