1 comments/ 14797 views/ 13 favorites Blood, Bones and Fire By: ChokoLitStixxx332 "Yes, dear," Eileen rolled her eyes. "I'm almost ready." Eileen and her husband, Darren Smiles, volunteered EVERY holiday season under the Sun. Didn't matter what holiday either: Thanksgiving, Christmas, the 4th, Easter (her least favorite) and surprisingly, even Halloween, the Smiles always found a way to give back. This year, Darren decided to do something different. Instead of the typical Halloween party, Darren found a support group for children whose parents were currently incarcerated. With the parents gone, that meant that if nobody stepped up, then unfortunately "trick or treating" would not be possible. Which is where Darren and Eileen, along with many other volunteers, came in at. Half of the volunteers would take the children to 'nicer' neighborhoods, while the other half met the children where they were at, for better or worse. Now being a prestigious college professor, Darren assigned himself to one of the nicer neighborhoods, while relegating his beautiful wife to the proverbial hood. "Honey," Darren was anxious to get out and about. "You need to put a move on it." "Putting the finishing touches on my outfit," she hollered down the stairs. "A few more minutes." "Two can play that game," Eileen hiked up her short red skirt. As punishment for assigning her the crappiest neighborhood, Eileen defied her husband's orders to dress conservative. Instead, she dressed as a spitfire biker bitch, dressed in a red skirt, torn black leggings, skintight black top, a red jean jacket and a torn biker glove on her left hand. Oh, I forgot...she stood tall in a crimson red pair of high heels, the likes of which could have her banned from stepping foot in any church for the next fifty years. To be blunt, she looked like a sexy-but satanic- whore from the darkest pits of hell. As she descended the stairs, Darren simply slumped back in his chair. "Eileen," her husband gasped. "What is this?" "Look," Eileen threw her arms up. "You put me in the pits, I may as well act like I'm in the pits. Now I've been a trooper, in spite of the place that you assigned me to. So if I have to grin and bear it, so do you." "Fair enough," Darren backed down. "But when the boys in the hood come after you, don't come running back to me." "I'll keep that in mind," she felt a quick flash through her body. "And who says that I would run?" Even though Darren pissed her off, he was actually a ton of fun, and unlike so many of the dry couples they had befriended, Darren could take a joke. Which is why she decided to take her teasing a tad bit further. "So...my dear..." "Yes?" "What do I do when one of the boys from the hood drags me behind a dumpster or something?" "What do you think?" Darren felt his dick harden. "You sink down to your knees and suck him off like a good lil whore." "Darren," Eileen punched his chest. "I'm still your wife. Watch your mouth." "Calm down. I'm just playing." Playing or not, Darren actually hit the hammer on the head. While his wife would never betray her vows, she often imagined that instead of it being Darren making love to her, it was Calvin (the black garbage man) or Carvalleion (the 19 year old cutie from the local gas station.) Fantasies were healthy, and whenever Eileen dreamed of the sexy black brothas- she came long...and she came hard. LATER THAT EVENING... The volunteers met at a local recreation center before splitting up. As Eileen navigated the dark, pothole ridden streets, she shook her head. "Martin Luther King Boulevard and East 119th Street. What kind of man knowingly puts his wife in that position?" His selfishness was cute at first, but the more she thought about it, there wasn't nothing cute about it. While the drug use and burglaries went down, it still wasn't the safest side of town. Yet Darren expected her to troll around like nothing was wrong. "Fuck it," Eileen decided. "I'll take this night as it comes." The kids ended up being a blast and Eileen scolded herself for being so uppity. Charity should come from the heart, and if you don't mean it- don't do it. This was a lesson, though, because even the neighborhood wasn't what she initially thought. Everyone spoke to one another in passing. The kids constantly expressed their gratitude. And even the adults would give her knowing and encouraging glances, as if to say "you don't have to be here, so thanks." 12 a.m-ish... "So what do you say?" asked one of the group coordinators. "Let's call it a night." "Whoa," Eileen shook her head. "We're here now. I passed a little bar a few ways down. I say we go and get a drink." "Nothing open on our side of town. You know that." "I just said the bar down the street," Eileen tossed her auburn hair. "We'll probably run into some of the local volunteers anyways." "Have at it," her husband's co- workers left her hanging cold and dry. "We're out of here." * * * * * * Eileen gathered her purse and began to walk down the street towards the little bar. It was only a few blocks down...or was it? Funny thing was that she didn't remember being surrounded by the dismal looking warehouses earlier. She must have made a wrong turn somewhere. "See? That's what you get for going somewhere that you don't have any business," chided the ingrained voice of her husband. "Fuck off," Eileen battled her own conscience. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." Eileen braved the cool night air for another fifteen minutes before admitting the obvious: she was lost. "Don't panic," she engaged in self talk. "Look around and think things through." But that was the problem. How could you process a foreign neighborhood out of the clear, blue sky? What had started out as a good deed was slowly turning into a nightmare. And as if to further cement her sense of fear, an old Monte Carlo braked to a dead stop as soon as it passed her. "Oh shit," Eileen thought. "They probably think I'm a hooker." And could you blame them? Look how she was dressed. "Sweet whew?" a young black thug disembarked from the passenger side and made a bee line towards her. "What a fine piece of ass? And you reppin' colors, too?" "At ah," Eileen shook her head. "It's all part of a costume." "Bitch, you in blood territory. So that means you give it up for free." "That's what I'm trying to explain to you. I'm not from around here, so I'm not a part of what you're talking about." Now that the thug was closer, she guessed him to be a freshly turned eighteen. He was a short 5'9, and a solid 190. You would think he had a short and stocky build, but since his body was wide, it was more of a thick-slender. Aside from his massive gorilla chest, the rest of his weight was stuffed in his colossal thighs and massive black ass. As they finally made eye contact, her heart skipped a beat. Even though she could see the street life in him, there was also a sweetness there. And he honestly had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. Staring into his dark chocolate face, framed by shoulder length braids, she once again heard the voice of her husband... "Sink down to your knees and suck him off like a good lil whore." "You still with me?" the thug snapped her back to reality. "You in blood territory, bitch." Eileen put forth a valiant effort in holding herself together, because in spite of the thug hearing her- he simply wasn't listening. She'd be better off speaking to a brick wall. "So I can't leave?" Eileen asked. "I never said that. I'm just letting you know that you're in an unsafe area," the thug stepped out of her way. "You're free to go, but the way you're dressed, it's just gonna be a constant repeat of what's currently going on. So same difference. You just need to remember that everyone ain't nice." "So you're not going to help me?" "You never asked," the young thug shrugged his shoulders. "What's your name?" Eileen stretched out her hand and used her professional voice. "LaRon." "Well, LaRon. If I pay you a little gas money, would you please take me back to my car?" "Yes, mamn. But I don't need money. I got dat already. But we'll figure it out," he chuckled playfully, as his eyes roamed up and down her body. "Are you coming or not?" She knew this was it. Either she wandered around until she found her car. Or play around with the boys in the hood and get a ride. If they were lucky, she'd suck it up and offer them a blowjob. If she were lucky, they would take her somewhere and fuck her brains out. Needless to say, she went with option two and hopped in the car. * * * "Uncle Isaac- Eileen. Eileen- Uncle Isaac," LaRon made the formal introductions. Eileen felt her nipples harden, because she had always had a crush on the 70's soul singer Isaac Hayes, who this man in the car seemed to be a duplicate of. Same smooth, bald head...wide, flared nose...juicy lips...hell, brotha man was even sporting the trademarked black shades. "Goo-oomp," Eileen swallowed with lust. "So where do y'all plan on taking me?" "We call it 'the bone yard', but it's the backside of a rail yard where me and the boys load scrap metal. You'll like it, you lil' hellcat. There's bonfires. Plenty of chains to string yo ass up on. It's the perfect place to get fucked for a grimy ass ho like yo self," Isaac wildly licked his lips. Wild images began to pierce her mind...of her strung from a chain as a sweaty and black oil covered Isaac sodomised her from behind (with LaRon kneeling to finger her pussy and French kiss her clit.) Or LaRon hanging his massive black ass out the side of a boxcar so that she could lean under and tongue fuck him as he jacked off. Her husband had told her not to run. So fuck it. She'd embrace her dark side. After all, she was out trick or treating. And this year she wanted a treat: CHOCOLATE DICK. Upon reaching what the men referred to as 'the bone yard', they placed a blindfold over her eyes and led her into their little lair. She seen bursts of orange from when the fire would surge, but otherwise had to rely on her other senses for a sense of what was going on. "We're about to give you a good dick down," Isaac and LaRon hoisted her high in the air. She then heard metal clanking as both hands were locked in some form of clamp. She couldn't see it, but she was actually hanging from the ceiling of a high cubed boxcar, as the fires cast an eery glow. "Let's strip this bitch," LaRon tugged one side of her skirt, as his Uncle Isaac tugged the other. While a quick draft ran over her bare, naked flesh, it was quickly replaced by the warmth of the cackling fire, not to mention the mens wildly roaming hands. Seeking to really give her something to remember, the men spun her body in circles so each man could kiss,lick and bite either side of her body. "Mmmm," she moaned lustfully. "I can barely tell where one sensation ends and the other begins." "Oh word?" LaRon ran his tongue between her ass."How does this feel?" " Wonderful" Eileen closed her eyes. For the next thirty minutes, LaRon and Isaac explored every nook and cranny of her luscious body. While Isaac drilled his tongue down her throat, LaRon removed her high heels to suck her toes. When LaRon ran his tongue up her spine, Isaac knelt to lick circles over her clit. Eileen was sure that somebody would receive a trick. But on this day, Eileen was convinced that she had received a treat. Once her nipples were rock hard, Isaac came from behind her and leaned his head next to hers. Eileen melted into his warm body and sighed as he slid his tongue deep inside of her ear, while attaching clothespins to each nipple. "Tell me your fantasy," Isaac reigned a smack to her nipple. "Hnhhh?" Eileen gasped. "You have reached the wishing well on this dark Halloween night. The dark Lord shall grant you three request." "Oh fuck," her asshole clenched, as he rubbed his dick over it. "Jam that fucker in my ass and make LaRon suck my clit." "Just fucking ask him, bitch. I just said you get three requests." "Ahhhhhhh," Eileen gritted her teeth and rattled on the chains. "Fucking shit...fuggggccckkkkkk." While she did indeed ask, she had no clue that Isaac sported a Rico Strong type dick, which was not only super long, but equally as thick. Her heart rate accelerated uncontrollably as Isaac dug his fingers deep inside of her ass and began to slowly see saw in and out. His size alone made it feel like he was tearing her into shreds. Then you have to remember that since her eyes were blacked out, that only added to the pandemonium of the entire situation. "Take it out-take it out," she winced. "You're going to tear something." "Good," Isaac reached around to spread her pussy lips. "LaRon?" "Yes,sir..." "Have at it." The second his tongue pierced her wet hole, Eileen instantly went into an eye rolling, head thrashing, body rolling orgasm. "Fuck yea, bitch. Git dat nutt." Hanging from the chains, Eileen writhed around in an attempt to impale herself even more between the two men. "You fuck like a sex depraved, demonic whore," Isaac breathed deeper into her eardrums. "When was the last time you had some black dick?" "Oh god," her head lulled and she foamed at the mouth. "I'm cumming again." This time, Eileen held her breath and her orgasm was restricted to deep, jerking convulsions. "Fuck you," LaRon spat on her pussy. "Earlier you were acting like you didn't want it. Guess that was a lie." Out of nowhere, Isaac tore his dick from her ass, so that the men used the chains to hike her so that her head faced down and lower body hefted high in the air. "Wish number two," Eileen stuck out her tongue and opened wide, "is to deepthroat a chocolate dick covered in ass slime." "Nnnn," Isaac straddled her face and palmed her head in all ten fingers. "Open up." The second she did, Isaac buried his dick down her throat, while LaRon used the chains and lowered her so that he could pound in and out of her sopping pussy. "Dere u go," Isaac smiled lustfully. "Break dat bitch in two." While the two black studs hammered her into the ground, Eileen couldn't help but wonder: was Darren having this much fun in the 'burbs? Realistically, probably not. For her third wish, she had Isaac fuck her up the ass, doggystyle, as she wildly played the trombone on LaRon, by tongue fucking his ass at the same time she jacked him off. Her husband had told her not to come running back, and over the course of the next day (even after being granted her third sexual wish), Eileen decided to remain with the two black men. Multiple positions occured from that point: double vaginal...double anal...getting her ass fucked while 69ing the other. Too many positions to remember. All Eileen knew was that as she walked through the door, covered in light bruises, bite marks and cum, her husband asked her one question. "Did you get a trick or a treat?" "What do you think? I just escaped the land of "blood, bones and fire. It's always a treat..." Blood, Bones and Fire Pt. 02 The Thanksgiving Skinning. A new tale from the land of 'Blood, Bones and Fire'. As Darren tapped his wife Eileen on the shoulders, a flash of lightning seemed to zap over and through her pussy, because she knew the conversation that was to ensue. Being the fair type, Darren was never one to simply volunteer his wife's services. So as usual, they sat down and plotted how to serve the community for the imminent holiday season. And given what happened during Halloween, Eileen was anxious to see what Darren had in mind. This past Halloween had turned out to be the most fulfilling holiday season yet. To make a long story short, the prick had the gull to assign her as a trick or treating chaperone on a very bad side of town. While the nervous housewife initially balked at the idea...it resulted in the best fucking of her life. Two "bloods", as in gang members, had taken her to a fire lit rail yard, where they strung her (by chain) from the roof of a boxcar. The two men, who were actually Uncle and nephew, then worked as a team to sex her from head to toe...literally. They started off with loving caresses, allowing their hands to roam up and down her body. While Isaac (the Uncle) held her back and leaned in to suck her titties, LaRon (the nephew) jammed three fingers inside of her pussy and licked from the inside of her calves...up her sensitive inner thighs...and didn't stop until his warm lips locked over her clit, sending her into a convulsive, squirting orgasm. Then Isaac had came from behind, holding her tight in a bear hug, as he implanted his Rico Strong (black porn star) dick up her ass. She had howled and thrashed around like a banshee woman as she received the ultimate pleasure in her life: monstrous black dick up the ass- warm lips locked over her clit. "O god yea," Eileen felt her pussy juices begin to flow. "What wouldn't I give?" Eileen almost came on the spot, just from the sheer perversion of that particular memory. Her ass still seemed to remember the pulsating "blood" that pumped through and over her "bones", causing her insides to feel like they were literally on "fire." That's where the two black thugs had taken her. The land of blood...bones...and fire. "Honey...honey..." Darren attempted to regain his wife's attention. "Yes, I'm listening," Eileen nodded. "Time to plan how we are-" "Hey, hey," Darren interrupted. "This time there will be no boyz in the hood." "You're no fun," Eileen felt like her dreams had just flattened like an upside down ice cream cone sitting on a hot sidewalk. "You didn't let me finish," Darren said. "I said no boyz in the hood. I never said no boyz from the hood. This holiday I will simplify things. Instead of us going to them...let them come to us...here...in our home." "I...I-I...I don't understand," Eileen stammered. "Calvin. The black garbage man." "Mmm," Eileen subconsciously licked her lips and softly grunted. "What about him." Ever since her encounter with Isaac and LaRon...no, even before that, Eileen spent many days fingering her pussy at the thought of Calvin pounding her into the fucking ground. He looked to be in his early 50's...sporting a smooth, bald head...salt n pepper mustache...juicy lips...cute, but wide African nose. If she had to guess, she'd put him at a somewhat short 5'9. But what he lacked in height, he more than made up for it in weight. He had to be a solid 300 pounds. But it wasn't a fat 300. It was a barrel chested, V shaped back, colossal thighs and massive ghetto booty 300. Eileen wouldn't even lie. Sometimes she wanted the sexy nigga so bad that she'd lick, suck and bite her own nipples, imagining that it was the massive black man kneeling before her and suckling her. She'd writhe around endlessly, hugging her pillow, as she longed to hold the massive man just once. "Eileen, you're doing it again. Stop zoning the fuck out and listen." "I am...tell me something about Calvin that I don't know," she tapped her toes impatiently. "Well, basically, he's a single father...and recently divorced...so why not have him over for a little dinner? A thanksgiving skinning." "You sicko," Eileen smiled. "Only you would say such a thing." "His son is a college student," Darren really layed the bait. "Oh really?" her eyebrows perked. "Only nineteen. Practically a baby still." "O fuck," Eileen literally oozed pussy sap like a maple tree. "This sounds like fun now." "And keeping with the spirit of the said holiday, I'm also inviting Memokuel, the Native American from that little smoke shop." "O fuck," Eileen jumped up and ran upstairs. "And where do you think you're going?" Darren smiled. "To go take out the fucking machine you bought me and let you lick my clit until you make me black out." "So that means you're in for the holiday?" "What do you think?..." * * * * As Eileen heard the massive garbage truck lumber down the street, the only disturbance in the quiet neighborhood, she quickly threw on an oversized tee shirt and ran down the driveway. Luckily, Calvin was still there, bent over- ass high in the air, as he struggled with an oversized couch that somebody dumped. "Fuckers," he cursed under his breath. "I heard that," Eileen tip toed up to him and ran a hand up his massive back. "And just for the record, it wasn't us. We know better." "Oh shit," Calvin was slightly surprised. "I didn't even see you coming." As Calvin stood up, her hand slid down and plopped directly on the niggas phat, juicy ass. But instead of moving it, she kept it there until he backed up, which only caused her hands to dig deeper into the blubbery flesh. "Hey," Calvin cocked his head and gave her an almost angry look. "If you can touch- so can I." "No, I'm sorry," Eileen apologized, but subconsciously rested her hands on his ass, like she couldn't let go. "I actually wanted to invite you to a holiday dinner." "If I come, it'll be me and my lil man," Calvin searched her eyes. "He's over eighteen, right?" "Nineteen." "So he can't be that little," she gave his ass a little pat. "We'll see you...and him. Nine p.m sharp." Calvin's nine inch black dick became rock hard as he watched the sexy housewife strut her way up the driveway. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that she just came on to him. But he let it slide. He'd just play cool and let nature take it's course. That is if it hadn't already done so. Calvin knew when a broad was feeling him. After fifty one years of life, a man simply had a way of knowing these things. Which is why Calvin decided that when and if opportunity ever struck, it was going to go down in a very hard way. Simply put: Calvin had plans to sexually demolish her. But the craziest part of all, Calvin surmised (based off of her walk) was that the lil bitch could probably take it. "Fuck," he gave himself a crotch grab. "I'd break her in two." For the remainder of the day, Eileen focused on preparing the massive feast. Having been raised a southern gal, cooking was in her DNA. So it was nothing to roast two turkeys, bake a fat cut of ham and stick her foot into all of the fixings...macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, stuffing, potatoes and gravy and a slew of cakes, cookies and pies. By doing most of the prep work one day ahead, it would be nothing to just pop it in the oven and warm it up the next day. Which is why Eileen insisted on the men showing up the night before. She wanted to get to know them, in the Biblical sense. And not only that, but since she labored so hard it only made sense that she got something out of the deal. "Greetings," Memokuel was the first to arrive. He normally avoided most holidays, especially this one. But there was something in Eileens invitation that alluded to other things. "It will be more than a simple dinner," she had whispered in his ears. "You get to go back to your roots. You get to participate in a live skinning." Memokuel, and even though he lived in modern times, had the countenance and body build of a warrior. He stood at around 6'3, and weighed in at a solid 295 pounds. His skin was a reddened copper color...he had deep grey eyes...and sported one of those close cropped hair cuts (like the white boys), spiked at the top and gelled up to always look wet. Eileen could only gulp and swallow as the massive man entered and sat down at the table. "Wow," Eileen praised his Native American shirt, not to mention the way his chest made it pop out with his pec muscles. "You look amazing." "Thank you," he smiled. "I must say that I have never attended a dinner, aside from family, where the host required you to show up the night before. Seems rather odd. And where is your husband?" "Patience my dear," Eileen smiled. "We're still waiting on two more guests. And as far as my husband goes, he's in the basement getting everything ready." "Basement?" Memokuel raised an eyebrow. "I told you, there will be a live skinning tonight. Means that there will most likely be screaming and yelling. Oh...stay here. I think our other guest have arrived..." As Eileen switched her ass to go answer the door, she didn't even bother to hide or repress her sexuality. Even though the men were invited under the guise of a Thanksgiving dinner, she also flirted enough with each to allow the imagination plenty of room to wander. "Mmm-hmm," Eileen stared Calvin down. "Now you look prepared to participate in a live skinning." Calvin wore skin tight black leather jeans, a black muscle shirt, backwards baseball cap, black and red sneakers and he even sported black biker gloves. "Yum, yum," Eileen licked her lips. "Can I give you a hug?" "C'mon," Calvin quickly enveloped her body in a bear hug, as he slid both hands to palm her full-yet dainty- ass. Dis bitch had teased him enough and playtime was over. "Hey, hey," Eileen stammered and somewhat lost her balance, as Calvin forced himself the rest of the way through the door. "Where's junior?" "You got jokes?" she heard a familiar voice laugh. It was Carvellion, the sweet little boy from the gas station. "What are you doing here?" Eileen was shocked on two fronts. Number one: it's a small world. Who would have thought her garbage man was the father of the local gas station attendant? Number two, she had spent the better part of the last six months fantasizing about both men. So to have them both at the same time was a shock. "You two know each other?" Calvin held her face in his huge hands, his nose touching hers, as he stared her deeply in the eyes. "Well...not the way that I really want to get to know him." That did it. In a matter of seconds, all three men were upon her. Calvin tore her blouse in two and knelt to lick, suck and bite her nipples. Carvellion crawled under and between his fathers legs so that he could pull down her dress and panties from the front. Memokuel bit the back of her panties and yanked down from the back. "Down," Calvin shouted. "Strip me da fuck down and suck dat dick." Carvellion slid onto his back, so that he could mimic a mechanic sliding under the hood of a car and place his face directly under her sweet, dripping pussy. Memokuel quickly tore off his shirt and got on all fours like a dog, so that as Eileen rode Carvellions face, he could plant his tongue directly up her ass. "O fuck yea," she attempted to throw her head back. I say attempted, because Calvin quickly caught her head in his right hand, while dick slapping her with his left. "At ah, bitch. Da fuck did I just say?" he boomed in his deep voice. "To suck." "So how come you're pulling back?" he shook her head. "Because the two tongues overwhelmed me," she planted soft kisses over his bulbous cock head. "I'mma let you slide dis time. But don't do dat shit again. Understand?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." Calvin had a change of heart, and leaned down to give her soft, gentle kisses, all while running his fingers down the sides of her neck. Eileen knew that with three men attending to her wanton body that she would be cumming in a matter of seconds. But what she didn't expect was for her toenails to invert themselves, as she wildly bucked up and down over Carvellions face. "Dere u go," Calvin wildly broke the kiss, trailing spit between the two lips. "Dats my girl." He then cradled the back of her head, causing her head to fall limp in his hands, as he gnawed on the center of her neck. "Cumming again," she reached up to hug him. "Ahhhh...fuck..." As the two tongues dueled on the inside of her body, one eye rolled to the left as the other rolled to the right. Her nerve senses seemed to flip inside out and from side to side as her body felt like one big cavern of nerve clusters, being buggered and badgered by two long, wriggling snakes, which massaged very fiber of her being. "Eat dat ass," she temporarily adopted ghetto slang. "Slurp it up, baby. Make your lil slut enjoy it." Calvin stepped back to yank off his pants, but he kept on his top, the black and red sneaks as well as his backwards baseball cap. As his NINE inch black pipe sprang into the air, and massive muscles flexed, Eileen could only think of him as what he truly was...a mutha fuckin G. Her insides melted like butter and her heart began to enter a mode of worship. With her eyes closed in lust, she blindly felt around until her hands closed around his massive ghetto booty. "Dere u go, bitch. Now tilt yo head back, stick dat tongue out and open wide." As her body once again shivered from the force of her orgasm, Calvin gave her something else to contend with: CHOKING ON A NINE INCH BLACK DICK. "Goo-raggg," her throat stretched wide. "Goo-oomp." "Fuck," Calvin gritted his teeth. "You act like you gon git it down in one try. Dats what da fuck Im talking about." No sooner did he finish his sentence that Eileen buried her nose in his pubic hairs, with all ten of her long fingernails digging deep into his ass. "Atta girl. Mmm-hmm," Calvin moaned his approval. Globs of spit ran down the length of his dick, where it oozed over his balls and slowly seeped to Carvellions chest. Normally, Carvellion would be pissed. But with all of this girl cum that ricocheted from his face and to where it pulled under his back, what difference did it make? He was inundated with the girls body fluids anyways. So fuck it. Eileen began to wildly bob back and forth, seeking to give Calvin a blow job that was fit for the gods. As her tight throat repeatedly massaged his throbbing black dick, Eileen went back and forth between massaging his ass and running her hands up and down his chest. "Yee-ah baby, suck dat dick. Aww fuck." In addition to the soft velvety taste, Eileen loved to feel the rush of his pumping blood. It seemed like every time his dick throbbed, it involuntarily made her pussy lock up and clamp. "You liking dat shit, huh?" Calvin smiled from above. "Guess what? So do I." He then gathered her head in his hands, basically palming the back of her head like a basketball, as he began a series of rapid fire thrust in and out of her throat. By this point, tears streamed from her eyes profusely...not that it mattered. Calvin had passed the point of no return and was in his own little world. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stubbornly clamped his tongue over the top of his lips, determined not to stop until the hungry housewife drained his balls from the inside out. Sweat soaked his body and chills ran up and down his body as he fucked her throat in the same way he would fuck a pussy. He knew that her throat had to be burning, but until he busted, tough. Not that Eileen was indicating that she needed a break. She was wildly twirling her head in circles, humping his sons face and using his ass as a handle to pull him back down her fucking throat. A few times Calvin actually did pull back to let her breathe. But it was a wasted act of sympathy, because all she did was lunge forward anyways. "Well, well, well," Darren stepped into the kitchen. "Wifey has hubby slaving away in the basement and didn't have the courtesy to wait. I promise you boys. You'll like the toys that await you. Trust me." "Almost dere," Calvin grunted his teeth, as his heartbeat surged. "Bout to fucking cum." Darren raced around behind his wife, so he could plant his dress shoe on the back of her head and do the 'gas pedal'. "That's it, whore. Make him fucking cum. I'm not letting you up til he cums," Darren screamed pervertedly. Eileen had a decent rhythm going on her own, but when Darren began to erratically stomp up and down on his wife's head, the sudden force caused her throat to lock like a boa constrictor, forcing Calvin to nut uncontrollably. "Oh shit, oh shit...unnnnnn...ahhhhh...fugggggcccckkkk...o my gawd...ooh wee...FUCK!!" Calvin nearly lost his balance as he stammered around in a drunken stupor. Calvin always experienced hard nuts, many of them so intense that he actually knocked himself the fuck out a few times. Seeing him about to lose it, Darren removed his foot and used both hands to pump her head up and down like he was manually pumping air into a tire. "Drain him dry, bitch," Darren became so taken in his voyueristic lust that his blood vessels bulged. "Suck the fucking nigger dryyyyy..." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Calvin hollered at the top of his lungs. "I'm cumming for you. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Fuck!!" Darren viciously yanked her head back, all before squeezing his wife's cheeks and ordering her, "Every fucking drop. Swallow every fucking drop." As Eileen gulped down the tasty cum, she unleashed her own torrent of cum on Carvellions face, causing him to gag and choke on the massive amount of girl cum. "Agggg," Carvellion pitter pattered his feet. "Pops.She's choking me." Calvin yanked Eileen from his sons face and was in awe of the pool of cum that her small body could produce. "Damn girl. Where did all of dat come from?" Calvin passed Eileen off to her husband, than got on his own hands and knees to slurp her cum directly off the floor. As he did, Eileen slid behind him, and as he slurped her cum off the floor, she jammed her face up his ass and chowed down like it was the last meal that she would ever eat. "Since I lubed it, I get to do it," Memokuel came from behind her and plowed his TEN INCH pipe balls deep up her ass. "I guess we're playing a twisted game of twister," Calvin surmised. "Whoever licks-sticks. So since she started out licking, and I intend to stick...I guess I got to get licking." Calvin layed on his back and with Memokuel pounding from above, he plowed his tongue deep inside of her spasming pussy. "Whoa?" Carvellion laughed. "I licked. So that means I get to stick." Memokuel hugged Eileen tight in a bear hug, rolled over and pried her pussy wide apart. "Here, compadre'...stick." Eileen was hoping for the chance to have sucked off the young stud first, but as his dick split her like a bamboo, she simply grabbed his ass and moaned at the top of her lungs. "Save your energy, boys. I'm trying to tell you. I have toys for us to play with." "Fuck yo toys. Dis bitch is good enough," Carvellion leaned down to wildly lick her nipples. "Grrr, fuck." As the young man pistoned in and out of the MILF pussy, he couldn't believe how tight she was. Her pussy literally fit him like a hand in the glove. "Got dayum," he rolled his eyes and rattled his head. "She's so fucking tight." "Aiight, boy," Calvin spoke over his sons shoulders. "Move over. I'll be the judge of dat." "What? I ain't being disrespectful, but I didn't get to bust yet," Carvellion protested. "Then slide down a hole. But dat pussy is mine." Carvellion relented and slid next to Memokuel, so that two dicks penetrated her ass. Calvin then maneuvered around his son, with one foot kneeling and the other spread wide apart, so he could burrow deep inside of her pussy. Blood, Bones and Fire Pt. 02 "Holy fuck," Eileen climaxed INSTANTLY. "I'm so stuffed. O god yes." Violent spasms rocked her body as one dick slid out- two back in. One dick out- another dick out- all three back in. Fearing that the men really would pass on the festivities in the basement, Darren fished out his TEN inch, vein lined dick and plowed it down his wife's hungry throat. As the night progressed, the group eventually made it down into the basement..if that's what you wanted to call it. It actually resembled a bondage dungeon, complete with dildo's, hand and foot restraints, spreaders, and multiple whips. Darren fitted a leash around his wifes neck, and as he stared the Indian in the eye, he simply smiled. "Time for the skinning..." Darren layed Eileen on a metallic contraption. It was shaped in a 'U' shape, so that her head was tilted back,and facing down. The same for her lower body. Her left leg was then folded backwards, parallel to her body, while her left leg was tied to a pole facing straight in the air. Darren used a stool so he could plant a candle holder between her toes. "Da fugggck?" Carvellion grabbed his dick in amazement. "This is some sex and submission type shit. O hell naw." Darren lit a red candle and hit a button, so that a mattress rose from the floor. Now that the men looked, it was perfectly designed so that somebody could lay under Eileen and penetrate her up the ass. "Dats all me," Carvellion slid onto the mattress and buried himself up her ass. Satisfied that his wife was sorta sated, Darren tied a THIRTEEN inch dildo up her pussy, while sitting and tying a vibrator directly over her clit. "How's that feel honey?" Darren felt like the mad hatter. "Are you feeling the burn yet?" "Is that all you got?" THWACK...THWACK...THWACK, Memokuel reigned a blow to her left titty. "You want more, bitch? We got you." Memokuel still hadn't the pleasure to sample her deepthroating skills, so while whipping her titties, he buried his dick down her throat. "Goo-raggg," she gagged on the thick invader. "Ack-ack-ack." Darren and Calvin then knelt on either side, so that they could each lick one of her juicy, hardened nipples. With the vibrator on high and Carvellion literally tearing her a new one, Eileen seemed to be cumming every ten to fifteen seconds. While her pussy had never felt so good, her toes ached from her nails biting into each other, and her lungs felt on the verge of collapsing. As Darren looked over his panting, hyperventilating wife, he decided to call "time out" and give her a breather. "Alright, guys. One more nut and she gets a break." ***** There's still a little more to this story. But like an unwrapped gift...you'll just have to wait. Blood, Bones and Fire Pt. 03 As Christmas neared, Eileen couldn't help but to feel her well used pussy get wet. I mean, a holiday was fast approaching... (and if you've followed the story of 'Blood, Bones and Fire, you would know that any and all holidays were a time when Eileen and her husband Darren's explored their kinky side.) By now, I'm hoping the kinky couple have amassed a following for their previous Halloween and Thanksgiving exploits. If not, play catch up. Bottom line is this: while Darren demands that his wife be loyal during the majority of the year, ALL holidays are the exception. "I don't give a fuck," Darren had said of her Halloween tryst that had involved an older black man and his younger nephew. "Fuck em. Suck em. Serve em. You're a whore anyways, and that's what whores do...suck and fuck." For Halloween, Darren PURPOSELY set the scene. Under the guise of performing charity work in the hood, Darren assigned Eileen to a rough neighborhood and actually payed Isaac and LaRon to hunt down the horny white MILF. "Don't forget," Darren instructed the men. "She loves body contact. So heavy on the kissing...I mean, get freak fucking nasty. One kiss her ass, literally. The other, kiss and lick her pussy." "We got you," Isaac had licked his thick lips. "Don't worry, nigga. We'll freak dat lil bitch from head to toe." When Eileen came home, her body actually seemed bruised. Her breast had bite marks...neck bruised and battered with hickies...pinch marks over her nipples...scratches down her back. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that somebody had worked her over. And perhaps a tad bit more than planned. So for Thanksgiving, the kinky husband decided to play a part in satisfying his wife. But this time he dropped the Uncle/Nephew act and replaced them with a hotter Father and Son...along with a real live Injun...the modern, but authentic Memokuel. "O god yes," Eileen rubbed her clit, while rolling a condom over the end of a plunger and shoving it deep within her itching cunt. While each of these encounters were getting riskier and more satisfying... that also posed a problem for Eileen. She was never one to rest on her laurels, and just as soon as she accomplished challenge A.. she craved challenge B. "Fuggggccckkk," Eileen twirled the plunger handle in wild circles, while now slapping her clit. With her head threw back in lust, she was reliving the ecstasy of Isaac pounding her ass, while his nephew LaRon knelt and sucked on her throbbing clit. "Oh yes," Eileen slid from the toilet seat (placing the plunger with its handle up). "Pound me up my whore asshole. Give it to me you fucking niggers. Oh fuck yea." As she rode and manually twisted the plunger, she quickly licked two fingers and SLAMMED them up her asshole, as she attempted to mimic the feeling when Calvin and his son DP'D her. "Oh yea, you filthy fuckers...break me...ahhfuck...rip me to fuckin' shreds...ahhhhhhhhhhh." As the horny housewife squirted all over the floor, her husband Darren sat wide legged on the edge of the bathtub. "Fuck...what are you thinking of baby?" "Of what I really want for the holidays. Which is what I always want." "I want to hear you say it, whore. Tell me what you want." "Darren-" "Nah, don't be getting shy now, baby. Tell me." "Not one...not two...but FIVE FUCKING NIGGERS to hammer me into the ground." "Eileen. I thought I was doing something when I got Calvin and his son. I don't know what world that you think I live in, but I don't even know that many black men." "Fuck it," Eileen became overtaken in her lust. "Can you at least give me the permission to go and find them on my own...on my own time...and in my own way." "You really want this?" "To be honest, I have to say yes. I can't explain it. Something about the way they look...their deep voices...nice juicy asses...monstrous black dicks...I just can't seem to say no." "Who is 'they?" Darren said in a condescending tone. "Who else?" Eileen knew she was about to cross over into a new level of her lust. "Who,bitch?" Darren prompted his wife. "My-my...my masters..." "Yeah," Darren smiled pervertedly. " If you want em...go and get em...fuckin whore." While some women would be offended, Eileen surmised, it was a thrill to hear Darren talk to her like that. But even better not to be placed in a situation where she would have to be a lie and a cheat. While this lifestyle was NOT for everyone... it worked for her... * * * A few days later, et um...the day before Christmas Eve to be precise, Harold D was nearing the end ofhis day tolling the bells at a local CVS pharmacy. While the work was easy, albeit extremely boring, it sure beat nothing. He had held a sign saying, "will work for money"...and now he was working for money. While some people looked down on him, he knew what time it was. So as long as he was doing something productive, that's all that mattered. "Fuck," Harold muttered to himself. A lovely, yet slightly older white woman, slowly disembarked from a red Mercedes Benz and made her way towards the stores entrance. "Oh yeah," he licked his lips. This woman was banging. She wore tight black leather pants, a warm red sweater and what looked to be a short, coiffed wig with red hair. "Oh my god," Harold felt his ten inch snake jump around in his pants. "Mmm-hmm." Her heels clicked with the maturity that only an older woman could manage to pull off. It was this sophistication that Harold could see right past. While most likely a mother, and probably a good one, Harold could also see something else. "Evening mamn," Harold held eye contact long enough to do a quick read, but not long enough to be disrespectful. "Same to you," she reached in her purse and threw in ten one hundred dollar bills like it wasn't nothing. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...easy,babe," Harold looked around. "Gotta be careful around here with all o dat money. Never know who is watching." "I'm doing something nice for you," Eileen smiled. "I'm sure that you would have my back." "Yes, mamn," Harold felt his dick INSTANTLY harden. While he initially clocked her as a rich bitch that probably wouldn't even speak, he had been terribly wrong. For as he looked deeper, he could tell that she was used to being around black men. No fear. No skittishness. Just plain confidence. And Harold could respect that. "Store is soon to close," Harold warned her. "Shit, they might have already pulled the drawers." "Unimportant," she waved a hand. "Just stopped to go and use a clean restroom. Nothing more. Nothing less." "Only one problem, honey. I don't know where you think you are, but this ain't the nicest...or cleanest side of town." "I'm a girl. I don't have to necessarily sit. I can always squat." "If you're gonna squat," Harold decided to throw a line, "may as well be over the mouth of a nasty and thirsty thirty nine year old nigga." "Perfect," Eileen thought to herself. Black. Nasty. And down for whateva. "So," Eileen played along. "Supposin' I do have to squat. I can't just do it right here. It's cold. Plus-" "Plus nothing," the bells rang silent, as Harold stood and walked towards a veiled ceiling that protected what looked like a loading dock for tractor trailers. "Follow me." Harold could not hide his excitement as he walked up a sloped loading dock and hopped on an accordion looking seal that sat between the cold outside and warmth leaking from within the building. "Right here?" Eileen felt her own pulse spike. "Why not?" Harold lie flat on his mouth and opened wide like a hippo. Harold was a bald headed, 275 pound nigga who stood around 5'10. So as he played his bulky, yet muscular body on the ground,Eileen slid off her pants...but remained in her high heels. "Oh yeah, c'mon," Harold felt his dick get hard, as Eileen squatted over him. "Piss all over my fuckin face." Harold would never know it, but this was something Eileen longed to do. After years of kneeling before the man, it was cool to now have one...especially a black one... at her feet. "SPUIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," she unleashed a long stream of piss into his waiting mouth. "SPUIZZZZZZZZ." "Arghh...ack-ack...more, baby. Give me m-" "SPUIZZZZZZZZZZ...IZZZZZZZZZZZ...IZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ..." It looked like an overflowing beer bong as piss streamed from the sides of Harold's mouth and down the side of his neck. "GOO-OOMP...OOO-OOMKK," Harold swallowed hungrily. "O fuck," Harold wildly palmed the underside of her ass. "Sit on my fuckin face, bitch. Yee-ah. C'mon." When she did, he wildly inserted his tongue up her pussy and began to tongue fuck her as her piss still oozed from her pussy. "You nasty piece of shit," Eileen began her own name calling, as she began to ride his face like a bucking bronco. "Slurp it dry, boy. Ahh, fuck. Eat me up. Eat me up." "Mmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmm," Harold shook his head from side to side, as his lips formed an 'O' and latched directly over her pussy hole. Wild slurping sounds mixed with the banging sounds emanating from within the factory. Eileen wasn't sure if she'd get FIVE black men like she originally wanted, but as nasty as Harold was, one might work anyways. "I need sum dick," Eileen panted. "Are you gonna give it to me?" "Frrruckkk yea," Harold moaned around her pussy. "Flip around, whore." As she scooted in a circle, Harold quickly kicked his pants down to his ankles and spread his legs. That way his TEN INCH pipe could stand proud in the dimly lit loading platform. Proving his earlier observation, Eileen made Harold proud as she dug both hands under his beefy as and lifted up, while simultaneously pushing down with her throat. "Oh foouckkk!!" Harold felt his lips curl and eyes roll as her warm throat coiled over EVERY inch he had to give. "Gotdayum, bitch. Unn. Suck dat fuckin dick. Ats my girl. Yee-ah. And you got it so fucking deep too. Mmm-hmm. Ahhhhhfuck!!" Harold's deep voice bounced off the alleyway as he- still dressed like Santa's Elf- received the blowjob of a lifetime. At first, Eileen demonstrated her skills by withdrawing to the top of his dick...only to come crashing all the way back down. Several times Harold experienced knee jerk reactions as his foot kicked into the air or head jerked uncontrollably on the cement. "Get back on that juicy white pussy. Don't stop, baby." Harold didn't know it, but as Eileen wildly bobbed back and forth (with spit bubbling over his balls and down his asscrack), it was ALL being observed via the factories security camera. "Jesus," smiled Tyrone Allen. "Looks like she's trying to eat my nigga alive. Gotdayum dat ho can suck a dick. Git him girl." "What should we do?" asked David, the acting plant manager. "Nuthin, nigga," smiled Tyrone (19 years old, 5'9, 205 lbs, ELEVEN INCH DICK.) "Shit," chimed in Bradley (the 25 year old janitor, also a black man."If anything, we need to take out our cell phones and record da shit." While Tyrone was short and stocky, exuding youth, Bradley resembled Lamar Odom (at his healthiest point) and had maturity, but unlike David (a clean cut Bryan Gumble type nigga with caramel skin) Bradley was street smart. "Record it? What?" Tyrone grabbed his hardening dick. "I say we go and join in. It's obvious the slut ain't scared of niggas. I say we go and give her what she wants." "What about her old man?" David asked. "Are you blind, my nig? It's fuckin Harold...the bell jingler...CVS...next door..." "Oh shit," Tyrone jumped up. "Dat is that nigga. He ain't gon say nuthin'. C'mon." Eileen was in the middle of her favorite trick when she thought she heard a door softly close. But with her nose embedded down the middle of Harold's nutsac, as she counted towards a hundred, she couldn't really tell. "Rrrmmphhh," she moaned, as a new pair of hands spread her asscheeks. "At ah, bitch," Bradley stood on her head with his black steel toed boots. "Stay down on dat dick. We gotta treat for you." Eileen didn't know it, but David had gotten on his hands and knees behind her, and it was his hands that had spread her ass in two. "Ptuhhh," he haulked into her ass. And before it could close, he jammed his tongue so far up her ass until only the back of his head was visible. That meant she was 69ing Harold at the same time David, the Bryan Gumble nigga, tongued her up the ass. "See," Tyrone smiled lewdly, as he rubbed Eileen's back. "Dare u go, boy." With at least six black hands on some part of her body, Eileen purred like a kitten. Harold held one hand curled on her head, along with Bradley's foot, as he face fucked her. His other hand flicked her clit or pinched a nipple. Tyrone massaged her back. And David massaged her ass while tongue flicking her. She knew that Harold most likely wanted up for air, but being under Bradley's foot and semi restrained by the other men, there wasn't much more she could do. "You know what?" Bradley removed his foot and knelt so he could crawl next to her ear. "You look like a nasty bitch to me. You look like you would want a dick up the ass, and pussy...while still 69ing Harold's ass. Tell me I'm wrong," he suddenly yanked her head up. "Huahhh?" she took in a deep gasp of air. "Tell me I'm wrong, whore," his neck muscles bulged out as he screamed ground his voice. "But you're not- oouurkkkk...aggg." Before she could even finish, Bradley shoved her back down on Harold's rock hard dick and started counting to one hundred. Of course she rarely made it past thirty seconds, fifty tops, but when she yanked and squirmed in a coughing fit, all Bradley did was shove back down. With a tongue twirling over her clit, plus one up the ass, wasn't long before she coated Harold's face in more body fluids...this time cum. "Oh fuck," David stood and quickly kicked off his pants, but kept on his business suit and dress shoes (due to the unsafe loading dock.) He then squatted over Eileen's ass and BURIED his EIGHT INCH THICK, two inches wide up her asshole. While she wiggled from the shock of that, Tyrone came from behind (dick in left hand, his other balancing on Davids back) as he buried his ELEVEN INCHES up her SQUIRTING pussy. "At ah, bitch," Bradley used both hands to hold her down on Harold's dick. "You wanted dis shit- you got it. Take dem fucking dicks." I'm not exxagerating when I say cum oozed from her pussy like a steady stream from a maple syrup tree. She was just so excited that she literally could not stop cumming over the big black dicks. Somehow, Harold pushed off, swung around under her and entered her pussy besides Tyrone for a double vaginal. "O gooawwwddd," Eileen screamed into the night, her holes being clobbered with TWENTY NINE INCHES OF BLACK DICK. Which actually turned into THIRTY NINE as Bradley crammed his Lexington Steele pipe down her throat. "Good girl," he caressed her face when he felt her tickle the underside of his balls with her tongue. "Dats what the fuck I'm talking about." Eileen's entire body felt like it was on fire as beads of sweat ran down her body, along with the heat of FOUR black studs...all who were licking, sucking or kissing some part of her body. Harold lay under her sucking her titties. David sucked and chewed the back of her neck. And Tyrone gave her a break from gagging on his dick, by first kneeling to give her a long, juicy kiss. But when he stood and placed dat ass directly in her face, Eileen went bonkers on da nigga. She wildly lapped and sucked in time with the the three men already plowing her (one up the ass, two in pussy.) "You know what?" Bradley moved away, after she ate his ass for a good ten minutes. "There's a way to get one more dick inside." "David. Turn sideways and hop up on your right leg and kick the left against the ledge. Tyrone. Move to her ass, turn sideways and hop on the left leg with your right on the ledge. Harold. You been on your back long enough. Come from the back and plow dat pussy and I get to take your place." Eileen couldn't describe the pain...and glory.. as the first three men (David, Tyrone and Harold slid in.) But when she slid down on Bradley, a wild howl emitted that sounded more like an animal vs a normal human being. "Oooooohhhgoaawwddd...puh-lee-eazzzeee...fucccccckkkmeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedeeeed...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Tyrone reached a hand around to fist fuck her throat and also silence her screaming. "Pl-pl-pl-pl-pl, pl-pl-plagggg... pl-pl- urk-urk-urrkkk...urkk...agggg." Not only was the bitch gagging like crazy, but whenever she gagged- her pussy spasmed...tightened...and squirted. "Shit!!" a deep voice pierced the night. It was Javeion, the local security cop. He was a young nigga, too. Only twenty three, with a muscular teddy bear build. Knowing that the other men wouldn't give up their respective holes (yet), he settled with relieving Tyrone's hand and replacing it with his stubby, but respectable EIGHT inch dick. Over the course of the night, the orgy progressed to newfound heights as the freaks rotated until each men had a chance in all holes. Then being the considerate man that he is...and not wanting Eileen's hubby to do all the work...he placed Eileen back where the orgy began: BACK ON HIS FACE. It wasn't even about being gay. But as Harold sucked up every drop of cum from both her ass and pussy,and rewarding the man who got him his job (by cleaning wifeys pussy) he simply thought, "MERRY CHRISTMAS... BITCHES!!" HAPPY AND SAFE HOLIDAYS.