10 comments/ 20575 views/ 3 favorites Shango Plays with the Wives By: dsoul Tim stepped out into the evening moonlight and walked in the direction of where he'd parked his vehicle. There was light coming from inside the vehicle and as he approached, he could make out shadows through the backseat window. It wasn't until he got closer and peeked his head through the front window that he could breathe again. Olu Shango lounged in the backseat, flanked by Monica on his left and his Italian friend, Tony's wife, Franca, by his right. His shirt and jacket was open and his pant was pulled down his legs and both wives were fighting over his cock that protruded like a giant tent-pole from his crotch. Monica was pulling on his balls while Franca sucked on the tip of his cock, her other hand stroked his shaft. Olu indicated for Tim to hurry and get inside; both women didn't bother taking their eyes off from their prize as he opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. Olu took the car key from Monica—she too had earlier gotten it from Tim when they arrived—and threw it at Tim. "There's the key," he said between groans. "Drive, white boy." Franca raised her head from Olu's cock and sniggered. "White boy," she turned to look at Tim's direction. "I like the sound of that. I'll have to start calling Tony that too." "You should," Monica chuckled. "He'll go crazy about it." "Franca, Tony is back in there looking everywhere for you," Tim mentioned. "Will you stop talking and get to driving, white boy?" Olu snapped at him. "Tony isn't going to worry much once I give his ass a call. Now drive!" Tim started the car and reversed out of the parking space. After they'd driven out of the gates, he glanced at the rear-view mirror and asked: "Where to, Master?" "Where else do you think, white boy?" Monica took her mouth off her lover's cock. "Take us home, white boy," she chuckled. Tim drove in the direction that was home. It was a quarter to eleven and the streets were devoid of traffic. He arrived at his place in less time than it had taken them to arrive at the Consul; during the drive, Olu had called Tony to let him know whom his wife was with, and for him to come to Tim's home if he wanted to. The guard recognised the sound of Tim's car horn and let them into the compound. Olu held up his pants as he and both women came down and went inside while Tim went and parked the car inside the garage before coming into the house. Olu and both women were already at the top of the stairs when he came in. "We're going to need the bedroom for a while, white boy," Olu said to him while both women struggled and fought over him. "Make yourself useful around the house till I call you up." All three of them crackled with laughter as they went into the bedroom and slammed the door close. Tim came halfway up the stairs, listened to the sound of their frolicking but didn't venture any further step. Instead he went into the kitchen, loosened his bow tie and the top buttons of his shirt collar. He made himself some coffee then went and sat in the living room and turned on the TV. Even from there, he could hear bumping noises amidst what sounded like laughter coming from upstairs. A lot of fun was going on in there while he was stuck down here with himself. More than a half hour later his cell phone rang. It was his friend, Tony calling to let him know that he was close to his house and would be there in the next five minutes or less. The gate came open and Tony drove into his compound. Tony too was still in his tuxedo, except for his missing bow tie. They shook hands as Tim led him into his home; it wasn't his first time of being here. "Where's she?" Tony asked him as they entered the living room, and right away, as if in answer to his question, there came further bumping noise and the unmistakable sound of someone—a female—moaning aloud and hollering out someone's name. Tim pointed a finger at the roof for his friend to know where it was coming from. "That's where they are," he said. Tony couldn't think of anything further to say. He swallowed his pride just like Tim and took a chair and listened to the crazed sound of fucking, along with that of the bed slamming against the wall, coupled with moaning voices raining down into their ears. Finally Tony couldn't take it anymore and got up and told Tim he was heading upstairs to see how well things were going; he couldn't take the torture anymore of not seeing how well his wife was getting the black dick. Tim, unable to stop him, felt embolden too and went a few steps behind him, both of them going up the stairs till finally stopping in front of the bedroom door from where the sound of fucking prevalently coming from. Both of them stood there staring back at each other like two boys about to go pay the head principal a visit, contemplating who should go in first. "You knock," Tony urged his friend. "Hell, no. You were the one that wanted to come up here, so you knock." "I would, except this is your home, remember? If and when such happens at my place, then I'll be the one who gets to knock. Come on, go ahead." Tim grumbled, but eventually knowing he too would love nothing more than to see the action taking place in his bedroom, raised his hand and tapped on the door. The bout of moaning suddenly dropped to a low tremor. Both men stood there, tensed and afraid as they heard the lock turning and then the door was flung open to reveal Monica standing there naked. Tony brought his hand to his face to shield his eyes but it was too late. Tim stared at her with his mouth hanging open, shocked at her brazen look. His cock was pressing hard inside his pants. "The fuck are you two standing here for?" she spoke with a harsh voice at both men. From behind her inside the bedroom, the sound of Olu fucking was coming loud and clear. "Hi, Monica," said Tony with a timid sort of voice, gradually taking his hand off his face. "Is Franca ... is she inside?" "Of course she's here, Tony," Monica smiled at him. "She's doing fine right now." "Who the fuck is that? Is it those two white boys?" Olu hollered out at Monica, who turned from the doorway to look at him. "Tell them to bring their asses in here!" Monica turned to both men and indicated with her finger for them to step inside. The air conditioner in the room was on full blast, but it didn't prevent Tim from recoiling from the smell of semen and sweat that was heavy inside the room. He and Tony stepped inside tentatively like two boys entering an abandoned castle while Monica shut the door behind them. Both men gasped at the sight of Tony's wife, Franca, who was at the moment bent over on the bed with Olu stood behind her. She still had on her dress, though it was pushed over her backside, revealing her buttocks to Olu who was burying his cock in and out of her. He grabbed a fistful of her lengthy black hair and pulled her face up from the bed. Franca couldn't stop moaning from the fury of his shaft pounding her pussy. Monica came past Tony and her husband to join them on the bed. She lay in front of Franca and both women shared a kiss before Monica lay on her backside, opened her legs and guided her friend's face to feast down on her pussy. Olu turned to grin at both husbands. "How're you boys doing," he grunted, never losing step with driving his cock into the Italian wife's pussy. "Hope you're enjoying the show. How about you both drop to your knees and keep watching." Tony and Tim, like a pair of twins, both went down on their knees almost at once. Both unzipped their fly and pulled out their erect pricks and started stroking like clockwork. Both were ignored by the players on the bed. Olu glanced their way a moment, released a guffaw of laughter then turned back to what was before him. He slapped Franca's ass one last time and then pushed her off him. His prick pulled out of her and dangled erect like a pole that wouldn't break. Monica crawled past her friend who was still reeling from the hot sex she'd just experienced to claim her Master's cock for herself. She brought her mouth to it and rolled her tongue over his shaft. Olu loved the feel of hot breath from her nostrils as she pulled at his cock with her hand and mouth. A stream of glistening saliva and cum ran out the corner of her mouth, still she laboured over his cock like it was the only thing in the room she wanted, and actually it was. Tim couldn't help admiring the way she fought for the Master's prick, the way she held his shaft up while she sucked on his testicles one after the other. "Come on, bitch!" he grabbed Monica's arm and pulled her up to her feet to stand before him. "Let's show your hubby and his pal here what your pussy can do." Olu brought his arms under her legs and pulled her up from the bed and lifted her from the bed. Monica reached a hand down between her legs for her cock and guided it into her warm waiting hole. Olu gave her cock a hefty shove and thrust it inside her and held her up in mid-air while his hips worked his cock in and out of her. Monica tightened her hold around his neck, groaning from the pleasure he was giving her. Both of them breathed into each other's face; their lips wrestled for a kiss, still she rotated her hips against his, wanting more of his cock than he was giving her. She wanted to fill him down to his pubic bone. Shango's hands grasped her ass cheeks and while lifting her buttocks up and down hard on his cock, slipped a finger into her ass hole and now was fucking both holes. Monica loudly whimpered and cried for more. He held her thighs upward with his arms and slammed his cock harder and harder into her pussy. Monica gasped and moaned in time with his hips slapping against her buttocks, his cock driving between the palpitating lips of her pussy, all the way into her warm hole, bringing her to ecstatic delight. "Ohh ... Ohh ... fuck me! Fuck me!" her face squeezed to one of hurt, when actually she was bring driven to a place she could only visit when lost in orgasmic ecstasy. Olu's breath came out in grunts as he licked his tongue into her earlobe. Monica felt a clenching hurt in her chest as suddenly she climaxed. Olu dropped her on the bed beside her friend, grunting from the exertion he'd just undertaken. Holding his cock in his hand, he walked over to where Tony and Tim knelt, both of them ogling the naked black man who stood before them covered in sweat and cradling his giant cock in his hand, breathing like a steamroller engine. "Alright, boys. Let's see those mouths come open!" Tony and Tim opened their mouths for him, both men anticipating what was about to happen next. Olu went for Tony first. He inserted his cock into the Italian man's mouth and grunted repeatedly as he poured a large measure of his cum load down his mouth. Tony gaged from the load that filled the corners of his mouth, immediately opening the walls of his throat from it to drain away. Finished with him, he moved quickly to Tim and did the same. Some of it poured down the sides of his mouth. Tim wiped them off his chin and returned them to his lips and made them disappear like the amount he'd just ingested. "How did you boys enjoy that piece of milk?" Olu asked them. "I enjoyed it very much, Master," answered Tony, wiping some droplets off the side of his mouth. "Me, too, Master," said Tim. "I very much did." He smacked his lips together, wishing there was more of that where it came from. The moment would have become awkward for both Tim and his friend were it not that it wasn't the first time they were passing through such rigour. Both men remained where they were on their knees until Olu told them to get up and go clean themselves up. Both men thanked him and Tim led the way into the bathroom when together, like two friends sharing a kindred spirit, neither ashamed of the other, not when they both had in mind the same satisfaction. They aimed their pricks into the toilet bowl jerked themselves off. Tim flushed the remains away and they washed their faces in the sink and Tony cracked a joke that brought a smile to their face before they entered back into the bedroom. Tony helped Franca up from the bed, pushed her dress back on her, though he pocketed her panties. He would use it later to jerk himself some more after he was done cleaning her up back home. He turned to her Master and took permission from Olu to take her home with him. Olu gave accent. Tim escorted his friend downstairs; Franca staggered on her feet, too weak and dazed from the fucking she had received some minutes ago, surprised to see Tony holding her as if she couldn't remember leaving him behind at the Consul party. Tim helped him usher his wife into the backseat. They shook hands one last time, promised to keep in touch before next weekend and then Tim stood back and watched him drive away. The compound became quiet with the night once again. He closed the front door as he entered back into the house and made his way upstairs. Olu was lying stretched out on the bed with Monica fawning over him. Tim undressed and went into the bathroom and washed up. He returned some minutes later, dried himself then wore on a pair of house shorts and t-shirt. He looked into the wardrobe for a spare blanket and Monica threw him a spare pillow. He murmured goodnight to her and Olu before leaving the bedroom for them, closing the door behind him. Shango Plays with the Wives Ch. 02 "You don't have to worry anymore, Megan. It's all going to be on me, not you," Monica soothed her friend as she returned from the kitchen carrying a tray on her hands on which sat two cups of tea. She placed the tray on the centre table and offered one to her friend while she too hers and sat across from her, crossing one pair of leg over the other and sipping her tea. "I shouldn't be here, Monica," Megan voiced out nervously, squeezing her hands together. "My God, I couldn't believe you actually called him. How soon do you think he'll be here?" "First off, he's not coming to see you," said Monica, quelling her friend's doubts. "I didn't mention your name to him. I simply told him that I was horny and if he wouldn't mind spending his lunch with me. He has no idea you're here, so that gets you off the hook." "Off of what hook?" her friend asked. "I'm still going to see him, aren't I? And if he whips out his cock, wouldn't you want me to see it?" Monica shrugged noncommittally. "If it's any consolation to you, you can hide in the kitchen and not really see anything that's going to happen. Although I wouldn't do that if I were you. No way am I going to want to miss what this sight is going to be." Both women sat in silence. Monica sipped her tea, pretended as if she hadn't laid the seeds of temptation in her friend's mind, waiting for her to slip into it. Megan too sipped her tea, his mind ran riot inside her head, picturing what was going to happen, what sort of sight she was soon to see take place in here once her man arrived. The time approached the hour of twelve noon when there came a knock on her door. It was the mai-guard, coming to inform the Madame of the house that she had a visitor—the same man of the previous night. Monica smiled and told him to let her visitor in. She rushed back into the living room to tell Megan that he'd arrived. She too got up and looked through the window facing the front at the black car that drove into the compound and stopped along the driveway. Monica was standing out there in the sun; Megan watched her hug the black man that stepped out of the car. She rushed back into the living room to her seat, her heart doing a quickening beat as she heard her friend close back the front door and the sound of their footsteps making an entrance into the living room. Megan finished her tea just as Monica walked in with Olu in tow, both of them on all smiles. "Megan, I'd like you to meet my dear friend Olu," she led her Master towards her. "Hello," Olu's baritone voice said to her while he stretched forth his hand to shake hers. "My name's Olu Shango. Pleasure meeting you." Megan rose from the couch and shook his hand, gasping at the sight of him. He seemed to fill the living room with his presence, almost as if he owned the house. There was something about him that was so domineering, she felt it just from shaking his hand. Then there was the way he pulled Monica in his arms and kissed her without shame that she was married already. Monica too accepted his kiss; her hand came around his neckline and held his face. Megan stood there looking at both of them, unable to gauge her reaction at what she was seeing. A part of her wanted to flee the room and never speak with Monica again ... but another part of her wanted very much to stay. A part of her wanted to see where this was all leading to. They finally let go of each other and Olu sat down across from Megan; he pulled his feet out of his shorts and crossed one leg over the other. Monica excused herself and went to fetch him a beer. "So, Megan, how long have you been in Nigeria, and how're you liking it so far?" Olu asked her. "I've been here almost a week, though this isn't my first time of being here," said Megan. "Monica has been keeping me company so far." "Yeah, she's very good at that," he smiled just as Monica returned with a bottle of Heineken and a glass for him. She poured the beer into the glass for him almost to the brim before handing it over and sitting beside him. Megan noted how submissively her friend gave Olu the glass of beer, almost like a dutiful servant would. "Monica's been telling me an awful lot about you," said Megan. "Oh, really? I hope you told you the nice things about me." Megan laughed. "On the contrary. I'm curious, how long have you both known each other?" Olu and Monica shared a glance before he answered. "A couple of days ago, but you'd think we've known each other for a long time since." His hand caressed her thigh while he went on sipping his beer. "And you've met her husband. Tim?" Megan enquired cautiously, as if afraid to tip over the happiness they were having. "Oh yeah, sure," said Olu. "Tim and I are best friends. If he were here, he'd mentioned that himself." "Darling, I was just telling Megan about the size of your cock," Monica purred into his ear. "But she's having a hard time not believing me. It was why I asked if you could come over and show it to her in person." "That depends on her," Olu turned to Megan. "Would you like to see it? There's nothing to be shy about, you know. All you have to do is say so." Megan's cheeks flushed red. She hadn't expected things to go this way; now she probably would have opted to hide in the kitchen had she known she'd be exposed like this. "Well, Monica brought it to my attention. I told her I don't believe it—" "But you'd like to see it, is that right?" Olu concluded for her. "I ... wouldn't mind—" "Oh, come on, darling. I'm sure she wants to. Here's let me ..." Monica leaned over him. Olu uncrossed his leg and even then Megan felt her jaw slacken as she saw the outline of his cock pressing against his pants. Monica's hands worked the zipper of his pants and reached her hand inside and unearthed his thick, black cock. Megan must have muttered something, but she couldn't recall whatever it was as she took in the wide-eyed sight of her friend's lover's prick. It stood in her hand like a thick mamba snake with its purple-coloured head jutting past the wrapped fingers of her hand. Droplets of pre-cum shot out of the pinhole at the tip of his cock. Monica lowered her head towards it and licked clean. She gave her friend a devilish grin as if to tell her to feast her eyes at that which she was missing. She beat her Master's cock against her cheek, inhaling the masculine fragrance that swirled into her nostrils. She turned her attention to the black cock and opened her mouth and engulfed it. Megan sat forward across from them, she made a sighing noise as if it was she that was sucking on that black cock. She was sensing a strong sweltering heat come upon her, felt the heat racing downward between her legs. Monica was consumed now by the passion of her Master's cock. She hummed in her throat as she forced her mouth to swallow more and more of his cock while her hand stroked his shaft, feeling its throbbing power emanate down from his balls up to the tip of his prick that was now lost between her roaming tongue. She withdrew her lips and gave his cock a smooching kiss, turned to look at her friend and laughed, waving Olu's cock in front of her face. "Do you see now what I told you you'd be missing, Megan?" she chuckled. "This isn't exactly your garden variety type of prick, girl. This is the real deal." She stroked his cock with loving desire. She spite on his cock and rubbed her hand over its foreskin, lubricating it. "Better stop playing with that prick and keep getting to work, bitch!" Olu forced her head down on his shaft. Monica now was choking hard on his prick. She sucked on it hard and deep, barely withdrawing for air before returning back to it. Her hand pushed her Master's pants further down his legs to caress his testicles. She rolled his prick down the upside of her mouth, slapping that side of her jaw with her hand. Olu grabbed hold of her head and took his cock in his hand and went on jamming it in and out of her mouth, loving the way his cock pulled spittle from her mouth. A moment later he pulled her face up and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Monica returned his kiss while her hand remained caressing and stroking his cock; that was where her mind was at. She stood up from the couch and pushed her panties down her legs and kicked it across the room. She was gasping even as she held up her skirt and climbed on top of the couch, straddling her Master's face. Olu held her ass cheeks apart, slurping his tongue up and down her pussy's snatch, while his prick reclined against his shirt. He stopped for a moment and looked across at Megan, his eyes held her in an intense gaze. "How about you come over here and help me out with this," he indicated at his prick which stood glistening against him. Megan's eyes too were on it, though her head gave an imperceptible shake. His cock wasn't a cock really, she told herself. It was a snake, a monster, and it would devour her should she even think of approaching it. Still ... how she would love to get a taste of it. Even if it was just once ... "Bitch!" he snapped at her. The sound of his voice made her jump in her seat. "Didn't you hear me calling at you? I said get your ass over here and lean your friend a hand!" "No ... no," she whimpered, more afraid than ever before, yet mesmerised by the sight of such a thing of beauty. "I can't ..." "Yes, you can, Megan," said Monica who still stood over Olu's face. "Do it for me." There was hot dampness in Megan's loins, she knew this. It seemed to propel her to leave where she sat and cover the short distance between them and come to kneel before the black man's open legs. She saw her hands reach out and grasped his prick and consciously began stroking it, rubbing her hands over her friend's saliva. "Well, what you waiting for?" Olu said to her. "Start sucking that cock before I grow old here." Walter her husband would never dare speak to her in such fashion, not even to perform the slightest bit of sexual exercise to him. Yet here was this black man whom prior to this moment she never dreamed anything would ever bring them together ordering her to suck his prick ... and here was she doing exactly that. Megan opened her mouth at the same time she lowered her face down towards his crotch and gagged momentarily when she felt the head of his prick touch against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue tasted its texture at the same time her lips closed around it and then she pulled her head backwards as if in slow motion, dragging on his prick like she was pulling back on an ice cream on a stick. His girth seemed to fill every corner of her mouth and then some. She made muffling grunts and held her breath as she withdrew his cock out of her mouth. She held it in her hands for a moment, still amazed at the sight of it, especially that she'd managed to fit it into her mouth and didn't express any revulsion at all. The dampness was starting to run down her legs. "You waiting for a medal, bitch?" Olu growled at her. "Get back to sucking that cock RIGHT NOW!" Megan did exactly that. Whipping back into action, she popped his cock back into her mouth, this time with no hint of restraint, and started slobbering her tongue over his mean machine. Olu resumed licking his tongue into Monica's pussy who murmured a croaking sigh in response to what he was doing to her. She pressed her buttocks downward over his face while leaning against the wall for support. Megan occasionally looked up at what they were doing. She pushed up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side and get a feel of how incredibly wet she was. It was flowing down her legs like water pouring off a fountain. She moaned to herself as she shoved first a finger, then another into her pussy, felt the exact exquisite response it gave her as she went on doing it. It was too bad she hadn't come with her dildo. Monica came down from sitting on her Master's face to share his cock with her friend. Both of them laughed like a pair of high school tarts as one took turns stroking Olu's shaft and sucking on the mountain-top head while the other nibbled on his balls. Olu could do nothing except luxuriate in the exquisite treatment both women were meting upon him. With a groan, he pulled himself up from the couch and held both women's heads in his hand and thrust his cock back and forth between their wet lips, cutting through them as if like a scissor going through paper. Both women's breaths fell on his foreskin while their lips and tongue fought over his cock. He grabbed Monica's arm and pulled her up to her feet and pushed open her blouse and started hungrily at her breasts half-hidden in her bra. He practically ripped it off her chest and giving a low moan of lust, his eager lips slapped like a leech upon her tits and began pulling at them. Monica was like that lone blonde woman in that King Kong movie, surrendering herself without regard to the monster. She fell her head back, rubbing her hands over her Master's head, shoulder and arm while he too grasped her buttocks, holding and nibbling her tits to his face while downstairs, Megan had lone acquisition of his black cock. Olu pushed Megan reluctantly off his cock and lifted Monica up from her feet. She in return, reading her Master's mind judiciously, raised up her skirt, flashing her round, white buttocks at her friend's face who in turn fell back to watch them go at each other. Monica reached underneath for her Master's cock and rubbed its head between her vagina lips before gaining entrance. Her hands tightened around his neck and right away she began humping against him. His cock slipped further and further inside her, quickening her moaning response. "Fuck me, Master," she moaned at his face. "Fuck my pussy, Master. It's yours!" Damn right it's mine!" Olu replied and grabbing hold of her thighs began firing his cock in and out of her, his thighs slapping hard against her buttocks. Megan watched with extreme fascination at the unforgettable sight of the black man's massive cock impaling her best friend's pussy. She ogled the sight of his balls bouncing up and down as if on a manic see-saw. She pushed her skirt high up to her waistline and moaned too as her fingers went on rubbing against her pulsating clit. Olu hefted Monica high up again when he felt her slipping. Her wanton cries reverberated in his ears as he went on punishing her pussy as he was meant to before turning around and bringing her down on the couch seat. Her legs now hung over his shoulder as he leaned over her, his hands holding onto the couch's headrest while his hips thrust his cock deeper inside her. Megan watched her friend's cum juice lubricating out of her hole over his shaft; the way Monica screamed out, Megan was afraid she was hurting. A moment later Olu pulled out of her and directed Megan to come lick her friend's pussy. Megan crawled forward, held back her friend's legs and lapped her tongue over her friend's wet hole. Her pussy had a distinctive type smell, like something big had earlier been inside it. She was unaware of Olu coming behind her and pushing her skirt up her waistline. She stopped suddenly and turned around to look at him just as he was licking his tongue over his palm and rubbing it over her vagina opening. She didn't need a genie to tell her what was about to happen and she shook her head in abject fright of the inevitable. "No! No ... please, don't!" she tried to pull away but her friend grabbed her arm and told her remain where she was. "Don't worry, Megan," Monica soothed her. "It's alright. It's what you've been wanting all this time." "No ... you don't understand, I'm not—AWWHHHH!" she exhaled a mouthful of air as Olu's cock achieved penetration. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, at the same time barked harsh laughter at her. "But don't worry, we're going to fix that up pretty soon." He punctuated his words by giving her another swift thrust of his cock. Megan gave another whooping cry and slammed her face between Monica's open legs. Monica pulled her face up and guided her back to her awaiting pussy. Megan inhaled once again the sweet, powerful aroma of her juice and without thinking, her tongue resumed licking over her clit. It was hard for her to keep focus without her being jerked forward and muttering a cry from the force and pain that came from her pussy ingesting Olu's girth. The hurt spread from her womb up to her innards, all the way from her spine to her brain and back to her pussy which seemed to be screaming at her, still she could do nothing but take the punishment. Her cries became urgent when she felt an exploding orgasm happen upon her. Gradually the punishment went away and got replaced by warming ecstasy. The concern she'd wanted to give notice to was at the moment forgotten. Monica grasped her hair and pressed her face further down on her pussy, moaning as she felt her friend's tongue flick over her clit's knob. Olu drove his cock at a slow, steady rhythm inside her, the sight of her pussy juice lubricating his shaft was delight in his eyes. Nothing felt good to him than the sight of his cock slipping into a hot wet white pussy. His fingers dug into her white flesh as he thrust his cock all the way deep inside her. He hissed through his gritted teeth, feeling the tip of his cock brush against her pussy wall lining. "Ohh God!" Megan coughed. Her cries sounded hoarse with her whimpering. "Ohh ... you're hurting me! Ohh fuck!" "Take it, darling," Monica urged her. "Go on, keep taking that black cock. Tell yourself that you're loving it!" Olu went on expanding and tearing up her pussy before taking a break and pulling out of her. Megan felt like she'd just been carried up the top of the Empire State building, like the lone blonde in the King Kong flick, and suddenly let go off, dropping miles back to earth. She remained slumped between her friend's crotch, exhaling air like a burden. Olu, not caring for such niceties, pulled her off Monica and made her face his cock which dripped and glistened with her pussy juice. Megan lunged at his cock and immediately fellated him. Olu hissed through his teeth, feeling the biting taste of the woman's mouth which now sucked him with such expert vigour than she'd earlier displayed. She pressed her face against his crotch, forcing his entire prick down her throat, pulling back and gasping for air, then going at it again, looking like a demeaning slut. She looked up at him with large pair of eyes that appeared glazed with lust. Shango drove his cock back and forth in her mouth, hurting her but at the same time not caring. He was on the road towards climaxing but didn't want to cum in her mouth just yet. He pulled her to her feet and turned her to lean over Monica and searched her pussy opening with his cock and upon finding it, thrust it all the way in. Megan's body tensed at the same time she hollered upon feeling his cock enter her like a knife and immediately began fucking her steadily and hard. She pressed herself down on her friend. Monica caressed her buttocks, bumping her hips against hers; she pulled her friend's face towards her and kissed her lips. Megan released her moans inside her friend's mouth while their tongues flicked and interlocked with each other. Olu grabbed the top hem of her skirt and grunted each time he pounded her pussy. A moment later he pulled out of his cock and lowered himself and tucked his prick between Monica's open legs and now resting on top of Megan's back went on fucking both women alternatively until he felt the moment approach a hair's trigger. "Agghhhh ... shit!" he retrieved his cock and jerked his prick over Megan's buttocks, spraying her white flesh with his load of semen. "Ahhh ... Ahhhh ... Aaahhhh ..." he moaned with each spurt of ejaculation. Megan was swimming in an ocean of delight. She was hardly aware of her friend wiggling out from under her. Monica told her to remain as she was, lying forward over the couch while she deftly ran her tongue over her buttocks, licking clean ever trace of her Master's cum from her skin. When she was done, she took her Master's cock in her hand and performed the same clean-up duty to his member. Megan turned over, still dazed and fighting to recover from the sexual pleasuring journey she'd just undergone, and watched Monica still pleasing her black lover's cock with her mouth. She wondered how come she addressed him as 'Master'. Little was she to know that very soon she too would be addressing Olu Shango by the same title. Shango Plays with the Wives Ch. 02 Olu pulled his cock out of Monica's mouth, and he indicated at Megan to come over. She did so, kneeling in front of him, looking attentive to whatever he wanted from her. He held his near flaccid cock before her face. "You want a taste of this, Megan?" he asked her. "Yes ... yes, I want it," she murmured. "Next time you answer me, I want you to include the word 'Master'. Do you hear me?" "Yes ... Master," she said. "Good. Now open your mouth." Her mouth came open. Like one being baptised, Olu Shango dipped the head of his cock between her lips. TO BE CONTINUED....