0 comments/ 18871 views/ 0 favorites Radical Ch. 01 By: moonlitmorning Even four years after his wife, Rhonda's, death, Robert Cunningham had still kept their room exactly the same. All her clothes exactly where she'd left them, all her make-up, medicine, brushes, everything, down to the last throw pillow and picture frame in the living room. He just couldn't bear to remove any of it. He'd loved her very dearly. Still, he was a leading scientist at one of the country's leading Bioengineering firms, PhorTech, which specialized in special surgeries for people who wanted things to be different. God above knew Robert wanted things to be different. He'd been wallowing in misery ever since Rhonda had passed. Everyone in the office could see it, but none really knew what to do about it. "So, how are you today, Robert?" asked Clive, one of Robert's good friends from down in R&D. Robert was a bit curious what Clive was doing all the way on the 33rd floor of the Chicago complex, and was even more curious about the grin plastered all over his friend's face. "Uh... pretty good, I guess. What brings you all the way up here, Clive?" "Well, me and the boys down in R&D were working on our various projects and made a few breakthroughs. So, we go to thinking." That grin widened. "How'd you like to see Rhonda again?" Robert blinked in bemusement. See Rhonda again? It was impossible. She was dead. His mouth worked, opening and closing, showing his shock. Clive just gave a knowing smile. "I know, it seems impossible, right? Well, just come with me, and we'll show you what we're talking about." He turned from the door to Robert's lab, and Robert took a few minutes to scramble to his feet and follow his friend. Taking the elevator to the 11th basement floor, the infamous hole of the R&D department, Clive and Robert stepped into the large underground lab, outfitted with medical equipment, computers, and all other necessary scientific instruments. Clive ushered Robert into a nearby room, sitting him down. He hastily pulled out a folder and handed it to Robert. Robert opened it, still in shock, and stared in confusion at the nondisclosure agreement sitting before him. "Sign it," Clive urged, and Robert mechanically did as his friend suggested. Snapping the folder closed, Clive whisked it into a filing cabinet draw, snapping that closed as well. He then put on the same grin again, and walked over to the cabinet at the back of the room. He pulled out a syringe and a bottle of heavy sedative, drawing out a measure of it into the syringe. Robert watched him, eyes wide, as Clive approached and slid the needle into his arm. "Night night, my friend," he said jovially as he depressed the plunger and administered the sedative, and Robert slipped away into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he was very disoriented. He had no idea where he was, or how long he'd been unconscious for. What was it Clive had said? He could see Rhonda again? Why had he needed to be drugged for that? He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't. He also realized, for the first time, that there was a heavy weight on his chest. He looked down, and noticed that there were mountains underneath the bed-sheets. He blinked in confusion, the surge of adrenaline giving him the strength to rise up. The cover fell, revealing a pair of very large, tanned breasts hanging from his chest, with puffy, dark nipples. They had to be at least E cups. Next, he noticed that his whole body was hairless. Also, his skin had darkened by several shades, to a light brown, a dark tan coloring his skin. He next noticed that generous tumbles of hair flowed down his back, whereas before he'd only had a small crop of hair he'd kept short. Jumping out of bed, he went to the full-length mirror and gasped. Staring back at him was a perfect replica of Rhonda, supple skin, large breasts, flared hips, firm rear, long, gorgeous hair, bright green eyes, cute button nose, full, luscious lips, and short, 5'4" stature. His jaw dropped as he realized that he now looked like his wife. He let out a croak, which came out as a feminine squeak. Even his voice sounded like hers! He could barely think straight. Just what had happened to him in the bowels of R&D? He searched around frantically and found a letter written in Clive's hand on the foot of the bed. Tearing it open, he began reading. Hey there buddy! Sorry to pull a fast one on you, but when the Director heard about the breakthrough we'd made, he wanted it tested out ASAP! So, naturally, we tried it on you. You've been so down lately that we all agreed you needed a few changes in your life. So here they are! You're now a completely perfect replica of Rhonda, down to the DNA level. I'll explain the specifics later. As of now, since Rhonda has been declared dead, your new identity is Reba Roseland, Rhonda's long lost twin sister! Everything has been set up. Credit cards, drivers license... all the needed documents. Welcome to your new life, buddy! -Clive P.S. If you want to keep your job, you might want to talk to the Director on Monday. Said he wants to see you or something. Robert could barely believe what had happened. The letter fell from shaky hands, and he sat, his new legs suddenly too weak to hold him up. He also began to realize, with some disquiet, that he could no longer call himself 'Robert' or a 'he'. Now, he was Reba, a she, and would apparently be that way the rest of his life. Getting up unsteadily, Reba went to her desk, picking up her phone. The display told her it was early Monday morning. Hadn't Clive's letter said the Director wanted to see her today...? Jumping in panic, Reba dashed to Rhonda's dresser and began opening drawers. Lacy, frilly, sexy lingerie and undergarments popped out, in all different colors and styles. Picking up a few of the bras, she noticed that her breasts were the same size as her late wife's. She let out a little sigh and clipped the red bra she'd been holding onto herself, turning it around and slinking her arms into the straps as she'd seen her wife do so many times. She then pulled out a matching pair of panties, which had a garter belt attached. She stepped into them, and pulled them into place over her clean-shaven slit, the silky fabric causing her to shiver. She then sat and rolled a pair of thigh-high panty hose up her thin, supple legs, attaching them to the garter. Walking over to the closet, she pulled out a smart looking women's business suit and got into it. She sized herself up in the mirror. She realized she looked exactly like her late wife would have before going off to the office. Rhonda had never needed make-up, but usually put on a bit of ruby red lipstick to make her lips stand out. Reba pulled out a pair of high heels and crammed her feet in, wondering how women routinely walked in them, and went into the bathroom, uncapping Rhonda's favorite lipstick and applying it to her lips as she'd seen her wife do so many times. Staring at herself in the mirror, she wondered how it had come down to this. Yesterday, she had been Robert Cunningham, one of the lead scientists in PhorTech. Now, she was Reba Roseland, job to-be-decided. She grabbed her wallet and car keys, then realized she needed a purse. That would be humiliating, carrying a purse about, but then, she looked every bit a woman, so it wouldn't raise a brow. She stuffed her things into a small black leather one, and walked out the door, unlocking her car and sliding in. She started it and drove to PhorTech headquarters in downtown Chicago. "Ms. Reba Roseland, for Director Collins," she stammered, not used to her high, feminine voice yet. The secretary regarded her curiously for a moment, then checked the datebook that was spread out on the desk before her. She smiled and nodded. "Ah yes, Mr. Collins is expecting you, Ms. Roseland. Go right on in." Reba took a shaky breath and walked to the large oak door, opening it and stepping inside, closing it quietly behind her. She walked towards the desk, before stopping. Mr. Collins turned around in his chair. He was a large, broad shouldered African American, with very short hair and deep brown eyes. His large hands were clasped together, fingers interlaced, and he studied the woman before him with critical eyes. "Why hello there, Robert," he said, then broke into a grin, "or should I say, Reba? When Clive brought this idea to me, I thought he was making things up... but clearly, he was not. You look just like her. Very, very good," he said, his smile turning a bit sinister. "Now, as I'm sure you know, all the credit cards you were given are company funded, with no limit. Also, you will keep your job and lab, just with a new name and staff. It has already been taken care of. However," he said, pausing as he tapped his chin, "the cost of the operation, however successful, was enormous, and giving you those cards to use at your whim will also undoubtedly be very expensive. As a result, some form of payment must be rendered to make up for it." Reba opened and closed her mouth, not really sure how to respond as she absorbed all the new information. Collins smiled, and turned the chair to the side. He motioned for Reba to come around the desk. She did, standing a few steps back from Collins, hands clasped in front of her. He smiled that sinister smile again, and then unzipped the fly of his dress pants with one hand. Reba was shocked. What was he doing? Her fears were soon realized as he pulled out his hunk of black meat, already partially hard and growing. He stroked it to its full 12 inch length, and motioned her closer. When she didn't move, he spoke. "To pay me back for all I've done for you, you're going to let me fuck you. I've wanted your wife ever since she started working here, but you got her first. And now I'll settle for just her body, if not her mind. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock. The adjustments Clive made to your body chemistry should have made the pheromones of a man irresistible to you." Reba shuddered. Even as he spoke, she could feel her knees growing weak as the smell of his junk reached her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, the thick, musky scent of cock making her brain reel. As if in a stupor, she dropped to her knees and crawled over, coming to a stop between his legs, looking up at him. "Open your mouth," he said, and she obeyed immediately, her mouth opening. He placed the tip of his cock on her lips, seeing what she would do. Reba was shocked when, without and prompting, her lips covered the thick black meat in their warmth, and she began to greedily suckle on the head of his dick. Collins murmured in approval, and Reba, her body seeming to take control, began bobbing her head, taking more and more of the thick veiny beast deep into her throat. Apparently another addition had been lack of a gag reflex, as it did not trigger, even when Collins' dick slid into her throat and her nose hit his groin. He groaned with pleasure as he took hold of Reba's hair, allowing her to please him at her own pace. The technology Clive had designed really was remarkable. They'd make a fortune. He came back to reality as he felt Reba snake her hand into his pants, fondling his large, cum-filled sac dangling under his cock. He felt the cum churn within them, and in no time, Reba's mouth was flooded with wave after wave of sticky sweet sperm. She swallowed it down greedily, surprising herself. The initial splash on her tongue had startled her, but once she got a taste, she knew it was over. She drank every drop down as quickly as she could get it from the tap, and pulled off his cock once it was done spewing, blinking up at him as she wiped her mouth clean. Collins smiled down at the white whore, knowing he was going to enjoy her new pussy even more than her mouth. He stood, cock still proudly hard, and motioned to his desk. "Get up and bend over, slut. I'm taking your virginity." Reba blinked in surprise for a moment, then her eyes watched the swaying and bobbing cock before her, and she lulled into something of a trancelike state. She rose, went to the desk and bent over it, her thick, firm rear in the air. Collins spanked her roughly, drawing a grunt, and then lifted her skirt, smiling at the red panties and garter. "Good choice," he said, and pulled the silk panties to the side, revealing her dripping, virgin slit. He lined the head of his aching cock up with it, and then began to push in without so much as a word of warning. Reba cried out, the pain of the thick invader hitting her instantly. He laughed as she tried to claw her way away, but pushed forward, easily punching through her maidenhead as he plowed on, finally hilting himself deep inside her, impaling her on his thick member, the head pushing open her cervix. Reba was lost in a delirium of pain and pleasure. She'd never felt anything like this before. She felt so full, so complete, the thick cock fulfilling her in a way she'd never before thought possible. As Collins pulled out, she let out a low whimper, and upon his next thrust, a low moan. He grinned as he picked up his pace, beginning to fuck the slut even harder. She let out louder and louder moans, her hips humping back against him to take all of his cock into her greedy pussy, recently deflowered. "I've wanted to fuck your wife like this for a long, long time," he grunted as he slid in and out of her like a piston, fucking her for all she was worth. "Now it's like I get to, without any kind of ramifications. You're such a good slut, aren't you? Tell me how much you love cock." Reba could barely think straight with all the new feeling surging through her. Her body convulsed as she went through her first orgasm, all her muscles clamping down and milking the thick meat inside her. "I love cock!" she screamed in pleasure, a bit of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. "I love cock so much!" He grunted and smiled, and hilted himself inside her one more time, before he felt the load in his balls churn and surge up his shaft, flying from him to fill up her womb, the head of his cock penetrating her cervix so that his seed could be deposited directly into her. She froze as she felt the thick, creamy load land inside her, her belly warmed by the treat inside her. She instantly loved the feeling of slick, slimy sperm inside her, and knew she'd never get over the pleasure the sloshing of it gave her. Pulling out of her, Collins put his tool away and zipped up his fly. He threw a folder down in front of her. "Sign it," he said. "I've wanted your wife for a long time, and now you're going to be my wife. Once you sign that, it's official. I own you now, bitch, and if you sleep with any other man, you're dead." Reba was in shock after the fierce fucking. This news stunned her. She didn't want to be married to this man. She didn't want to be married to a man, period. But it appeared she had no choice. She picked up a pen and signed the paper, Reba Roseland. "Good girl," Collins said, slapping her ass possessively. It did send a pleasurable tingle down her spine to be treated like that. "Now, get fixed up and go to work. Can't have you skipping out because you love my cock so much." Reba stood, fixing her panties and skirt, and adjusted her hair, before she picked up her purse and left the office. The day was slow and boring, and once it was over, Reba headed home. She found movers at her house, packing up the last of the boxes of her things. She asked one where they were taking it, and he replied, quizzically, to her husband's house. Collins must have already pushed the papers through. She groaned and drove to his house, and watched the movers unload all her things into his large house. He came down the stairs, grinning at her. He slapped her ass again, squeezing it as well, like he owned her. "Now, babe, you'll have your own bedroom. I like to sleep with lots of women, and I don't want you to see it. But remember. You sleep with any other men, and you're dead." He flicked her nipple as he passed, and the movers put her boxes in her room. She sullenly unpacked, putting everything away, and noticed Collins had bought some new, skanky underwear and outfits for her. Shaking her head, she finished putting things away and climbed into bed, just a little nightie the only clothing on her body. The next day, Saturday, Reba woke late in the afternoon, and decided to head to church. She went through her morning ritual – shower, dry off, masturbate – and then picked out her clothes for the day. Collins had generously provided her with street clothes – and most of them were worthy of a prostitute. Still, she picked out a jade green thong and matching bra, then a short plaid skirt and a green blouse, which barely buttoned up over her big tits. All in all, she looked like an older, more whorish Catholic school girl. Ironically, the thought pleased her. She got into her car and drove to the nearby church she frequented, heading to the confessional booth. A nearby priest did a double take when he saw her, and hurried to meet her there. He stopped her before she could enter, and smiled. "Why hello there, my child," he said, his eyes trailing up and down her body. "Come with me, to somewhere a little more private where I can listen to your confession in detail." She followed him into one of the cells the priests used when staying in the church overnight, though this one was a bit better, with a bigger bed and a few more chairs. They sat at the table, and the priest motioned for her to give her confession. She spoke quietly, talking about the operation and how she had an unrelenting craving for cock, and more importantly, sperm, and how her new 'husband' would not allow her to sleep with any other men to get her fill. The priest listened with wide eyes, and adjusted his robes uneasily. Finally, once she was finished, he nodded gravely. He rose, pacing before her. "That is quite a troubling story, my child," he said gravely, hands clasped behind his back. Finally, he stopped in front of her, clapping his hands dramatically. "After much though, there is only one thing I can think of to rectify the situation," he said, and opened his robes, his cock dangling between his legs. Reba's eyes widened at his bold move. "I thought priests took vows of celibacy?" she inquired, the musk of cock already beginning to drive her wild. The priest shrugged. "We do, but they're more for show than practice." Reba nodded absently and sank to her knees before the priest, her hand reaching out and taking hold of him, stroking the flaccid flesh. It quickly hardened in her hand, a slim six inches, but she didn't care. There was cock before her, and sperm to come. She wanted it back. She leaned forward, taking it in her mouth, and immediately began bobbing her head, sucking it into her throat with no effort at all. "Oh my... that's good, my child, very good..." the priest moaned, swaying as she sucked him like a pro. She squeezed and rolled his balls between her fingers, lost in a cock-daze. He soon jerked forward, spurting seed into her eager mouth, and she drank it down greedily. The priest, panting, watching her lick her lips and rise, smiling. His eyes widened as she pulled off her green thong and went to the bed, getting on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Show me what a man of God can do," she purred, her firm ass up in the air. The priest hurried over, not even bothering to take off his robes. He got up behind her, lining his prick up with her pussy, and then pushed in, sighing happily as her silken tunnel enveloped him. She moaned in ecstasy as cock filled her needy slit, and she began humping back against him, his cock sliding in and out of her as she moved, filling her over and over again. She had small, micro orgasms over and over, moaning and crying out like a whore in heat, and the priest bit his lip in pleasure as her tight, wet orifice took him in again and again. Radical Ch. 01 In almost no time at all, the priest jerked and began spurting his gift into her canal, the slick, sticky goo warming her insides and making her purr happily. She pulled off his dick, climbing off the bed and pulling her thong on again, letting it snap into place. She smiled at the priest and blew him a kiss. "Mmm, thanks for the donation," she said, and then walked out of the cell, heading for her car. Getting in, she began driving. She wasn't in the least bit concerned about her husband finding out. He was probably banging some slut back at the house, she thought. Anyway, she didn't care. There wasn't much he could do to her. While lost in thought, she unknowingly drove into the bad part of town, where there were many reported rapes. She slowed the car down, finally realizing she had no idea where she was. She pulled over and parked, getting out. She noticed some kids nearby, about five of them, and walked over. "Hey, can any you tell me how to get back uptown?" she asked. The five black kids looked at her like she was crazy, then their gazes turned lustful. Without a single word, they grabbed her and carried her down the alley. Eagerly, they all pulled big black cocks out of their pants. Reba was stunned for a minute, and then her DNA took over. She dropped to her knees, opening her mouth. The boys all stared at her, then laughed hysterically. "I'm gonna enjoy this bitch," the lead one said, and he pushed his long meat into her mouth, which she promptly began sucking on. Not wanting to be left out, two more walked around behind her, one crawling under her, and they lifted her skirt, pulling aside her thong. The one under her, the one with the thickest, longest cock of them all, thrust up into her tight pussy, causing her eyes to widen as her pussy was filled in one thrust. The other behind her spat on the head of his cock, and then forced it into her tight ass, busting open her sphincter with harsh thrusts. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes as her ass was forcibly taken, but soon, the animalistic thrusting of the boy in her pussy overcame the pain, and then the pain turned to pleasure, and the boy in her ass began thrusting quickly, and she bucked back against them. The other two, which had been standing back, stroking themselves, stepped forward. She took one each in her hands, stroking them up and down, her mouth still bobbing up and down on the cock in her mouth. The boy in her ass was the first time cum, filling her rectum up with his hot cum. She groaned as he did, and one of the boys in her hands took over his spot fucking her ass. Soon, the leader let out a grunt, taking hold of her hair. "Mmm, better drink it all down, you white bitch," he said, as he too exploded in her, filling her mouth with wave after wave of thick, young cum. She drank like someone dying of thirst, and as he pulled away, the other in her hand replaced him, humping her face rapidly for a few moments before he too came, filling her mouth with another enormous wave of gooey white treat. The boy in her pussy took the longest to cum, his thrusting rhythmic and unhurried, till the very end, when he thrust quickly a few times and spent himself deep inside her, the head of his cock also penetrating her cervix, depositing a new batch of sperm there. She moaned happily, her own orgasm coursing through her at the violent, multiple rape she'd just gone through. As the boys all fixed up their clothes, they laughed and slapped her around a bit. "If you ever want some real men to take care of that white pussy and ass of yours, you know where to find us, slut," the lead one said, before they all left. She picked herself up, fixing her clothes and hair, and headed back to her car, getting in and driving back to the house. She entered, and Collins was upstairs, fucking some slut, just like she'd thought. She shook her head in disgust, and walked back out to her car, getting in once more and pulling out onto the freeway. She hadn't gone very far when, out of her rear-view mirror, she saw the flashing red and blue lights telling her to pull her car over. She grumbled and did so, turning off the ignition and pulling out her new drivers license and registration, along with the proof of insurance. The officer approached, standing by the window, and did a double take when he got a view of the expansive cleavage exposed by her green blouse. The officer fumbled over the first few words, then cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm sorry Miss, but do you know how fast you were going?" he asked. Reba shook her head, unconsciously pressing her tits together. The officer cleared his throat again and checked his pad. "I clocked you in at 15 over, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to write you a ticket." Reba pouted, her perfect, lush lips extending. "Is there no other way we can take care of this?" she asked, batting her long lashes over her jade green eyes. The officer opened and closed his mouth several times, and then flipped the pad closed. "I'm sorry Miss, it seems I made a mistake. You were only going 5 over, which is perfectly fine. You can go on your way now." Reba smiled and opened her car door and slid out, standing in front of the officer. She knelt on the pavement, reaching out and unzipping his fly, reaching in and pulling out his hard cock. She smiled gleefully. "Looks like I got someone excited," she purred, and ran her tongue languidly around the mushroom head, the over the piss-slit, and back to the sensitive underside, where she flicked her tongue repeatedly. The officer was staring down at her in shock, and she just smiled up at him as she took the entire thing into her mouth and throat, all 7 inches in one gulp. He let out a low groan, involuntarily reaching down and taking hold of her gorgeous, silky hair. She eagerly began to blow the man, her head bobbing repeatedly, a quick, precise motion. She'd gotten good at this in a very short time. The officer's hips were bucking forward, thrusting his cock into her mouth, which she was all too willing to receive. She purred lightly as she let him use her mouth for his pleasure, her eyes staring up at him. Her lips were tightly locked around his saliva-slickened shaft, and her tongue played with however much meat was inside her mouth at any given time. Soon, almost too soon, the officer jerked, and warm sticky cum spurted onto her tongue. She held it all in her mouth, until he pulled out of her mouth, and she let him see his seed on her tongue before swallowing it all down and licking her lips with a sultry smile. The officer was breathing a little hard, looking at her in disbelief. She rose, went to the hood of her car, and jumped up, opening her legs and pulling aside her thong, letting him get a good view of her slick, tight snatch between her legs. She crooked her finger at him, that same sultry smile beckoning him to come fuck her. Of course, the officer couldn't resist the chance to shaft this gorgeous older lady. He quickly walked over, pushing her thighs a little farther apart, and lined the head of his member up with her slit. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her, and he thrust inside, filling her instantly. She let out a squeal of delight as he penetrated her depths, giving her that wonderful fulfilled feeling she'd come to realize she couldn't live without. The officer was in heaven. The woman's insides we so warm, wet, and tight that for a moment, he couldn't even move. Finally, he began thrusting, slowly withdrawing his cock from inside her until only the head was left inside, and then ramming it all back into her depths, causing her to moan and her large tits to jiggle. She used her hips to meet his thrusts, taking his cock deeper and deeper inside her, filling her needy cunt up. The officer lost himself in her, thrusting and fucking like a madman, and she grunted and squealing like a whore pig, which she was. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she screamed, pulling him in deeper with her legs. Finally, she felt him tense, and begin to spurt his seed deep inside her tunnel, the warm, sticky sensation setting off her own orgasm, which crashed over her like a multitude of powerful waves. Once she came down from the high, she purred and smiled at the officer, biting her lip. "Mmm, that was a good fuck," she said, and unwrapped her legs from around him. Once he'd pulled away, she jumped off the hood, fixing her thong and skirt, and jumped back into her car. "I hope this means I don't get a ticket, officer?" she asked, as he was putting his dick away. He stammered an affirmative, and she blew him a kiss as she turned the car on and drove away. Once she got back to the house, she'd finally stopped breathing heavily from the hot, public fuck with the cop. She smiled at the thought of her adventures that day. And to think, the day before she'd be a mild-mannered, depressed man who wouldn't have dreamed this could happen. She walked through the front door, and immediately felt the heat of a fire in the living room. She looked around the corner, and Collins was sitting in a recliner, drinking a glass of wine. She headed for the stairs. "Slut," he said, obviously aware she'd entered the house. She stopped, standing at the foot of the stairs, and crossed her arms under her large breasts. "You didn't fuck any other men today, did you?" he asked. She rolled her eyes. "No, of course I didn't." He motioned with the glass for her to come around the chair. She hesitated, and then did so. She saw that he was sitting with his flaccid cock out, staring into the fire. He looked up at her. "Attend to your husband," he said. She walked around him, dropping to her knees between his legs, taking his hefty meat in her hands to begin stroking him into hardness. He smiled an evil smile down at her. As it lengthened and hardened, she began running her tongue up and down the shaft, alternately suckling on a large, round testicle in their black sac. Once he was at full mast, she took him into her mouth and began bobbing her head, her red, thick lips sliding along the shaft as she sucked, her cheeks caved in from the amount of suction she was applying. He nodded his approval, and then tapped her shoulder. She pulled off his thick cock, looking at him quizzically as she wiped her mouth. He motioned to his lap, indicating she should mount him. Inwardly infuriated at his laziness, she nevertheless began to comply, though why, she could not say. "Take off all your clothes," he said, eyeing her hungrily. She unbuttoned her blouse, dropping it, and then dropped her skirt, which was followed by her bra and panties. She then stepped up to him, and straddled his hips, careful to keep his long cock from entering her wet slit. Careful not to show her distaste, but still hungry for the thick man-meat to fill her, she rose up on her knees, and fitted the head of his cock against her. Slowly, she sank down on it, unable to hold back the heavy moan that emanated from her as it entered and split her folds. Dimly she realized that the boy who had fucked her pussy in the bad side of town had been bigger than Collins. Still, she was smart enough to keep the realization to herself. And anyways, the thick black rod cramming itself into her depths was making her mind go blank with lust. She slid down it till her hips meet those of Collins, and let out a deep groan of pleasure as the head of his cock pierced her cervix. Collins grunted in approval, and reached up, taking hold of her large, tanned breasts, tweaking and twisting the nipples possessively. She raised her arms, her hands bundling her hair up to the nape of her neck as she moaned and began sliding up and down slowly, the thick shaft sliding in and out of her clenching, wet folds. Her eyelids fluttered as she languidly enjoyed the filling and emptying, her mouth open in an 'o' of pleasure. "Take my cock, you little white slut," he grunted, pulling on her nipples roughly. She groaned in appreciation of his rough treatment, and like a slut, rode his cock, her hips moving a little fast as she slid up and down like a piston. Reba milked his cock with her inner muscles, wanting that warm, gooey feeling deep inside her belly again. She felt it jerk inside her, a sure sign he was close to cumming. His eyes slid closed, and he pulled her hips down with his large hands, keeping her hips against his as he thrust upwards, his cock becoming perfectly rigid. She cried out in ecstasy as he came inside her, spurt after spurt of his thick seed roping into her womb, leaving her with that pleasant, sloshing sensation. She waited till he was done, and then he motioned for her to get off him. She did, and his cock shrank back to its flaccid state. "Go away," he said, waving her away as he picked up his drink again. She picked up her clothes and went upstairs, throwing them in the hamper. She smiled, rubbing her belly. She'd gotten so much cum today, who knew what tomorrow would bring.