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My name is John d’Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don’t try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I’ve heard them all and they weren’t funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that.

My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn’t a clue how to deal with an orphan dropped into his lap. Not knowing what else to do, he sent me off to the same boarding schools he had attended as a boy, and camps or chaperoned tours in the summer. We corresponded and telephoned regularly, and when we could get together he taught me many things. The best was how to play poker.

Not just the rules or the psychology, but the odds on turning up specific cards as each card is exposed in the many variations of the game, was what my uncle taught me. I was a fascinated pupil. I’d inherited his mathematical and logical aptitudes, the very things that made Uncle John so successful on Wall Street.

By the time I was a junior at my prep school I had acquired a reputation as a cold, calculating thinking machine at the poker table. I also acquired a Porsche, a professional grade stereo system, several Rolexes and Patek Phillippes, and most of the walking-around money of schoolmates that played the game with their hearts instead of their heads. I accepted their markers if they got in past their allowances, and they usually made good on them promptly. If they didn’t, well, explaining to Pater and Mater what happened to the fill-in-the-blank was not my problem.

About then, Uncle John began arranging summer internships with various brokerages (not his) for me. I did the scutwork interns do, of course, but the practical education in how the stock market actually works was priceless. By the time I was eighteen, I knew enough to invest money wisely. When I graduated from Harvard (BS in Economics with a minor in Mathematics, summa cum laude), I was worth more than three million bucks and landed a job a couple of steps above what even an Ivy League grad could reasonably expect.

Work kept me busy for a number of years until my fortune reached take-off point. I quit work in the Street but didn’t stop working. Instead of working for someone else, I went into the business of managing my own money. I continued to play poker when I could, mostly at casinos but from time to time with classmates and friends.

It was my skill at the poker table that propelled me into one of the most memorable episodes of my life.

One afternoon I got a call from Fast Eddie Phillips, a buddy who went back to the first day of private school. Eddie’s one of my favorite people. He can call me anywhere, anytime for help and get it, no questions asked. This time, though, he was asking a lot.

“Johnny-boy, would you do me a big favor?” he asked.

“If I’ve got it, you’ve got it,” I replied without hesitation. “What’s up?”

“Burry St. Edmonds needs a fifth for a veddy, veddy impawtant poker game tonight. He’s trying to close a big deal and needs to impress a couple of people. They’re heavy hitters and they supposedly know their way around the table. I told him I’d be there and he asked if I would call and invite you. He doesn’t know many good players he could ask for a favor like this.

“Will you come?”

Bradford St. Edmonds, called “Burry’ as a result of a failed prank that left him covered in stickleburrs, is not one of my favorite people. A trust fund baby, he’d never have made it into a top prep school or Harvard if he hadn’t been a legacy, the scion of a family whose pedigree went back to before the Revolution. He’d been coasting on his connections all his life. He was the one I’d won the Porsche from, and I did not think much of either his manners or his morals. He had tried to weasel out of his wager, and had been very put out when I had insisted he sign the car over at once instead of waiting until the next quarter when he could pay me in cash out of dividends from his share of the family business. It should have taught him something, but Burry was a slow learner.

He was skinned in frat house games so often the brothers nicknamed him “ATM.’ I refused to play cards with him any more after one marathon session in which he lost $53,000 to me that he didn’t have. It took the threat of having Uncle John speak to his father about the matter to get Burry to sign over voting stock in the St. Edmonds Company sufficient to cover his debt. Being caught short once in a poker game can be called a mistake, and twice is called a habit; but Burry had elevated habit to a way of life.

Playing cards with somebody like that is a trial at best, but a promise is a promise. I sighed.

“I’ll do it because it’s you asking me, Eddie, but I won’t enjoy it. When should I arrive?”

At nine o’clock I climbed out of a taxi in front of Burry’s townhouse in Washington Mews carrying a briefcase. The briefcase contained $100,000 in bank-wrapped bills in addition to the $20,000 I had in my coat. The chances were I wouldn’t need anywhere near that much but one always brings cash to the table, even a game that is supposedly just friendly. I knocked on the door.

Burry opened it. “Johnny!” he cried. “Long time no see!”

“Long time,” I allowed as he wrung my hand. He’d lost hair and put on weight since I’d last seen him five years ago, but what was interesting was the look of quiet desperation in his eyes. This deal had to be very important; a make or break the company deal, perhaps?

“Just give your coat to Li,” he went on, motioning to a girl who stood silently just inside the inner door of the townhouse. I gave her a quick glance, then a slow second look.

She was Chinese, with an impudent uptilted nose. Her shining black hair hung straight to the middle of her back, cut square across in traditional Chinese style. Her eyebrows were plucked into perfect parentheses over almond-shaped green eyes and flawless pale gold skin. Her lips and long nails were painted bright scarlet and she wore a gold herringbone bracelet on each slender wrist. She was dressed in a translucent black dress that fit so closely it might have been sprayed onto her. Although covered, her breasts and nipples were clearly discernable beneath the taut fabric. Firm round buttocks were scarcely concealed as they tested the strength of the cloth over them, and although the treasure between her legs was hidden by her too-short dress while she was standing, I suspected she’d have no secrets when she sat down. Long, well-formed legs with small feet in black stiletto pumps completed the visual package that was Li.

Burry saw where I was looking and slapped me on the back. I loathe being slapped on the back.

“I know what you’re thinking, Johnny! A vision! A nice little piece to keep around, right? I got her in California six months back; won her in a poker game as a matter of fact. She’s the perfect maid. “Fucking me in the bedroom, buttering up the master, puttering all around the house,’ as the old song says,” he leered, misquoting from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.

“Interesting,” I said, a touch of annoyance in my voice. The game hadn’t even begun and Burry had already had one too many, unless he had evolved into an even bigger jackass than I remembered. Of course, to my way of thinking even one drink is too many if you’re going to play serious poker. The irritation I felt with myself for coming in the first place transferred to Burry. From across the room, Eddie caught my eye and excused himself to the two men he was talking to in the corner, coming to my rescue.

“Burry, are we ready to play?” he asked tactfully. Our host, belatedly remembering that his guests were there for a poker night, motioned to his maid and walked through the archway into the parlor. Li undulated through my line of sight, gracefully following her master – if that is in fact what he was to her. Eddie led the way to the others and performed the introductions Burry should have made.

Daniel O’Malley (”And never Danny-boy, if ye don’t mind”), six feet of craggy black Irishman dressed in Savile Row style, represented a group of Dublin investors. They were considering carrying the St. Edmonds line in their stores. I took note of his Oxbridge tie. P.G. Wodehouse’s books notwithstanding, neither Oxford nor Cambridge is noted for graduating dummies. As befitted an Irish gentleman, his glass held Bushmills, neat. Altogether I figured him for a plunger, not a cardsharp; he had that look.

Zeb Walker, named for the man who had discovered Pike’s Peak, owned a chain of specialty shops in cities from Abilene to Santa Fe. He was dressed in the height of Southwest style, right down to the string tie secured by the gold and silver steer’s head slide over the Western shirt and the rodeo champion buckle on the belt that strained to hold his stomach in. Like O’Malley, he was considering adding St. Edmonds to his stores’ stock. Smoking a cigar the size and color of a big goose turd and just about as foul-smelling, I noticed he was drinking Perrier with a twist. He looked jovial, but his smiles and chuckles never touched his eyes. I judged him to be as serious a competitor with the pasteboards as myself.

Fast Eddie’s style of play, of course, I already knew. Playing with optimism for the turn of the next card or for the next hand, he relied on inspiration that might or might not show itself. Not a bad trait in a whist player, but a liability in a poker game. With Burry’s hunch-playing, try-to-read-your-opponents kind of play in the mix, tonight’s game looked to be more entertainment than enjoyment.

The table in the townhouse’s game room was an antique that looked to have done time in a high-class speakeasy. A green glass-shaded overhead lamp accentuated the 1920s look of the room, and the seats were padded leather captain’s chairs. A cashbox and a large rack of chips sat on a side table. Li discreetly took her place behind the built-in bar adjacent to the card table. Burry reached into his coat, opened the cashbox and dropped a banded bundle of greenbacks into it.

“Bank’s open, gentlemen. Blues are hundreds, yellows are fifties, reds are twenties, and whites are tens. Help yourselves.”

From the pile in front of Burry, he had staked himself to at least $10,000. Fast Eddie took a wad of bills out of his wallet and cashed in for the same amount. Walker frowned, took a roll of money from a coat pocket and tossed it into the box, helping himself to twice what Burry and Eddie had taken, mostly in blues. O’Malley matched Eddie and Burry with a $10,000 buy. I went last and purchased $20,000 worth of chips. Eddie waved Li over, telling her to take our drink orders. The Irishman motioned for a refill of his whisky; Burry and Eddie emulated him. Walker asked for another Perrier. I looked at the girl and requested a San Pellegrino with lemon, a Perrier with lemon if not, please. She bowed and retreated as Burry reached into the drawer of the side table and withdrew a fresh deck of cards, ceremoniously showing that the seal was unbroken. He opened the pack, tossed the box and the jokers into a conveniently placed trash can and expertly shuffled the cards.

“Shall we cut for deal, gentlemen?” he asked.

“No need,” said O’Malley. “You start, and we’ll rotate the deal clockwise from ye, if that meets with the approval of all here?”

The rest of us nodded. “Shall we open with a round of Texas Hold “Em?” said Burry with a chuckle. The chuckle sickened and died as he looked at us. The expressions around the table ranged from mere annoyance to utter contempt.

“Five card stud, then?” asked Burry meekly. Hearing no objections, he dealt the cards and the game began.

For the next three hours, we played steadily. Each of us took the measure of the others. The poker varied from stud to draw and five-card to seven-card, with Burry’s attempts to introduce exotic variations of the game being received with disdain by the rest of us. Walker was the big winner, I was not far behind him, Burry and O’Malley were well down, and Fast Eddie was nearly cleaned out. Li had been delivering drinks as called for and twice she had offered us a tray of nibblements ranging from small dishes of nuts to tiny skewers of broiled meats. I noticed that as far as she discreetly could she stayed out of Burry’s reach, although this didn’t prevent him from stroking a thigh or squeezing a buttock as she delivered the food and drink. His actions got less discreet as his alcohol consumption rose. I looked at my watch and stood up.

“Daniel,” I said, it being his deal, “please deal me out of this hand. I hate to mix business with pleasure, but there is a phone call I must make. I won’t be long.”

“I understand,” said O’Malley. He looked around the table. “In fact, I think we could all use a break. How say ye?” Nods, stretches and the pushing back of chairs answered him.

“Half an hour?” suggested Burry. Murmurs of agreement from everyone as we got up from the table, heading variously for the bar, the bathroom or the living room. Burry caught up with me in the hall a minute later as I considered where to go to make a private call.

“If you like, Johnny-boy,” he said, slightly slurring his words, “you can use my study.” I barely managed to restrain my tongue. The number of people who can get away with calling me “Johnny-boy’ I can count on my fingers with a couple left over, and Burry isn’t one of them. However, perhaps by his standards he was being a gracious host.

“Lead the way,” I said.

Burry’s study was in gentlemen’s club style, with heavy oak and leather furniture and bookshelves on the walls. It was similar to my own, save that mine was furnished with restored antiques and not with what to a trained eye were obvious reproductions. He motioned toward his desk, inviting its use. I accepted the offer of his chair, but pulled out my own satellite phone. It has signal encryption built right in and is about as secure as a portable phone can be. I didn’t become wealthy by showing my cards to all and sundry. He cleared his throat before I could dial.

“Uh, Johnny,” he began, awkward as a teenager caught with a bottle in his hand and the liquor cabinet open, “I need you to – do me a favor,” he finished in a rush. He looked uncomfortable, as if he didn’t want to be asking for whatever was to come.

“After the last time we played cards together, Burry, you aren’t exactly in my good graces,” I pointed out. “What kind of favor are you talking about?”

“Zeb says he wants to play “real” poker. High stakes poker. And I don’t have that much cash available. I’m stretched thin at the moment. This deal I have cooking is important to the company and to me personally.

“Could you – would you back me to the tune of, say, a quarter-million?”

Whoa. This Walker character really meant business, in both senses of the word. I put my arms on the desk and steepled my fingers, staring at the oval defined by my thumbs and index fingers. It’s a technique Uncle John taught me for concentration. I thought hard and looked up at Burry.

“I’ll have your note of hand.” It was not a request.

“But surely – ”

“No buts. Here are the terms; take them or leave them. I’ll accept your note and marker for $250,000, repayment without interest due by 4 P.M. tomorrow at my home, in cash or voting shares in the St. Edmonds Company. The note is for the money. The marker shall be Li.

“If you bring what you owe me by that time, I give you your note and the girl back. However, if you default by so much as one minute, Li stays with me and you will still owe me the quarter-mil plus ten percent. Fail to repay me in seven days, and I will take it up with the chairman of the St. Edmonds board of directors. I believe that is your father.

“It’s your call. Write the note including the part about Li, and we have a deal. Or don’t, and look like a wimp in front of Walker and the others. It makes no difference to me.”

Burry looked at me, his face pale, little beads of sweat starting on his forehead. I looked back at him without expression. Eddie told me once this habit of mine when dealing with people, the cold eyes and the supernally calm voice, was why Wall Street traders had nicknamed me The Iceman. Burry pulled his desktop scratch pad to him, picked a pen from the vaseful on the desk and scribbled. He signed the paper, tossed down the pen, tore off the top sheet and spun it across the desk to me.

“This is a helluva thing to do to a classmate twice over and a frat brother to boot,” he grumbled.

“Who has tried to stiff me twice before, you may remember,” I reminded him. “I’m simply protecting my investment. I don’t like welshers. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have to make this phone call.” Burry started to leave. I let him get to the door.

“Oh, and Burry?”

“Yes?” he asked, turning back to me, his face a study in mixed gratitude and resentment.

“Be so kind as to send Li in here, would you?” I heard his teeth grind as he closed the door behind him. I smiled and dialed.

A short time later, Li entered Burry’s study. She waited, head down and hands crossed in front of her, as I completed my deal and ended the call. I looked at her.

“Has Mr. St. Edmonds spoken to you about your changed status?” I asked. She lifted her head and looked at me.

“Yes,” she said softly in a pleasant contralto. “He says that for tonight, and until tomorrow afternoon, I am yours to do with as you like.” She looked down at the carpet again. I got up from behind the desk and walked to her. I reached out and tipped her chin up, looking into her eyes.

“I will not do anything that you do not wish me to,” I said. “I give you my word on that. Do you understand?”

Li responded by flowing into my arms and reaching up to pull my mouth down to hers. She sighed as our lips met, her arms tightening around me. Our tongues touched, the tips caressing each other, and she moaned against my mouth. The kiss turned hot as she pulled herself closer and moved her legs slightly apart. I responded by dropping my left hand to her tight ass, squeezing a handful of girl-flesh through the silk. She took her hand from my back and reached between us, caressing my rampant cock through the fabric of my trousers. I continued to knead her marvelous buttocks, but now with my hand under her dress. My free hand tangled itself in her hair as I broke the kiss and looked at her, her face flushed, her eyes hot and seeking.

“What do you want, Li?” I asked.

“Fuck me!” she whimpered. “I need to feel your cock inside me, splitting me open, filling me up! Fuck me hard like the whore I am! Please, please! Fuck your slut-toy!”

I led her to the leather couch in front of the fireplace and draped her over the back, her arms stretched out, her breasts struggling to escape the confinement of her dress. I popped them out so they hung free, inviting a man’s hands to cup them and pinch the nipples engorged with hot blood, eager for a lover’s touch. I flipped the skirt of the dress up over her ass so that it gathered at her waist and left her quim open for my inspection and stepped out of my trousers and boxers. She was naked under the dress. I ran my erect cock over the labia, gathering her honey-dew on it. Li moaned hoarsely with her need and pressed backwards. Using two fingers, I gathered more of her juices and anointed the head of my prick with them before I eased my way past her outer lips. Taking hold of her hips, I thrust forward, entering her.

“Yesss!” Li hissed as my ramrod parted her inner lips and sank deep inside her. I could feel her pussy muscles rippling around my penis as she responded to the prod filling her. She tensed as I withdrew and thrust back against me as I pressed forward again, this time sinking into her up to the hilt. “Aaahh, yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like an animal! Use me! Let me pleasure you!”

Rotating his right hand off Jessica’s asshole and guiding it up between her parted thighs, Coach Evans let his fingers dip into the messy stew inside the girl’s cunt, soaking his fingers in the dampness of male and female ejaculate inside.

Jessica’s head was spinning to the point that she couldn’t tell if she was still seated or standing up. There were so many hands clutching and exploring her that she felt strangely weightless as the young , naked basketball players positioned her for their coach.

Clenching her eyes tightly shut, the self imposed darkness she wallowed in made the physical sensations she was experiencing that much more potent. Although her head was dizzy, Jessica knew she wasn’t imagining the heavy, cork like feel of something pushing right up against her small asshole. When several long and urgently probing fingers rocketed into her gaping pussy, Jessica had to bite her lip hard as her hips and waist bucked backwards against the faceless man violating her from behind.

When that hand inside her pussy removed itself, it felt as if that a plug had been taken it of a bathtub as the pent up reservoir of cum inside her cunt started to ooze out even quicker. As Jessica winced from the feeling of jism rushing out of her vaginal folds, suddenly the heavyness pressing against her ass relented for a moment and the warm humid air of the locker room swirled freely around her sensitive anal bud. Just as quickly as the relief happened, the pressure on her asshole returned again, this time with even more force.

“OOOOHHHHHH…SSSHHIIITTTTTTT,” Jessica cried out with desperate but angelic urgency.

Lemont Evans had taken his cumsoaked index finger and rammed it down to the first knuckle inside the 18 year old’s virgin ass. Leaving it buried there motionless for a moment for Jessica to adjust, he tingled from the feeling of the girl’s anal muscles trying to fend off his violation. When he felt like she was ready, Evans embedded his finger all the way down to the second knuckle in one violent push causing Jessica’s head to rock backwards and her Adam’s apple to pump like an oil drill up and down as she tried maintaining her balance.

“GGGAAAWWWDDDD…FFFUUCCCKKKK,” she spasmed as the coach fully penetrated her with his finger.

Watching as the helpless girl seemed to try and swim with from his circular finger motions, Evans looked up at his players and acknowledged their work holding her steady. “Good job boys…she’s almost ready.”

Every time Evans would jerk his wrist, pushing his finger deeper into Jessica’s rear, he would also gently tug at her long straight blonde hair with his left hand. Feeling Jessica’s hole expand ever so slightly, he pulled back gradually with his probing digit, then would cruelly ram it back in again.

As a drop of lurid, sexually aroused drool dripped from the corner of the young woman’s parted lips, Evans removed his left hand from Jessica’s head, in the process bringing several soft strands of her blonde mane knotted around his fingers back to him.

With his right index finger completely submerged, Evans placed his left index finger at the entrance of Jessica’s ass, then slowly and deliberately penetrated her with it as well. This time Lemont Evans looked down and saw both Jessica’s feet pitter-patter on the floor as her whole body started to convulse. The coach could see his players flex their muscles in an attempt to hold the writhing young girl steady so he could complete his preparation. “That’s right Bitch,” Evans sneered, “You think that burns…just wait…you’re pretty white ass ain’t ever gonna forget this!”

With the knuckles of both index fingers flush together, the Franklin High basketball coach sadistically pushed them apart slightly, causing the rim of Jessica’s bunghole to widen. As Coach Evans’s continued to dig at her, loosening her up, Jessica could feel the heavy humid air floating around her tickle her previously untouched regions.

Part of her primal sensibilities knew what was about to happen next even though her rational mind was still in denial. That is until the gravity and forcefulness of the situation was too much to ignore any longer. Surrounded by the 12 naked teenage boys and their 46 year old coach, Jessica felt a strange sense of intangible power in her self imposed darkness, the power of being wanted, even if it was simply for her body, for the first time in her life she felt truly valued. And before she knew it , the guy who was old enough to be her father, who was ardently lathering up her ass, proceeded to take exactly what he wanted.

Convinced the girl was ready and too horny to wait a minute longer, Lemont removed his index fingers one by one with a grotesque plop and then raised his throbbing black pipe to the opened entrance of Jessica Jennings’s rear.

With a crude, carnal smirk etched across his face, Lemont Evans coolly repeated his blistering mantra to Jessica over and over until the head of his rigid black penis was solidly inside Jessica’s virgin ass.

“Take that Bitch…let that pretty ass of yours swallow up that black cock…you little slut…come on …open up that white ass…wiggle it Bitch…Open up your eyes and look around honey…Look at yourself…you see what I see…nothing but a cum hungry white whore!”

With inch after every sodomistic inch the Coach impaled her with, Jessica’s socked feet seemed to magically levitate off the floor as the veins in the back of her knees burst out harshly from the strain she was under.

Digging both his hands firmly into the reddened cheeks of Jessica’s uplifted ass, Lemont continued to spank the young girl each time her behind stopped thrusting back at him.

Hearing herself coo and moan under the punishing assault, Jessica felt strangely like a very bad little girl in a grown woman’s body. With all the pressure that had built up inside of her, Jessica finally had to let it go.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” her screams of tense release filled the now empty hallways of the school halfway across the building. “SSSHHHIIITTTTTTTTT…,” she cried out as several trails of tears flowed out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

Evans looked down with devilish fascination as about a third of his ebony pride bore down between Jessica’s sweaty pale and reddened ass cheeks. Reaching down with one hand to hold the base of his cock more securely, Evans pushed forward with all his might until another full inch of his monster was forced between the blonde’s tiny hole.

As their coach pushed forward, several of the naked players in front of Jessica had her fall directly against them, her heavy augmented tits crushing right against their rock hard pectoral muscles as she gasped desperately for air.

Knowing his huge cock would not last much longer without exploding inside the teenage girl’s constricting asshole, Coach Evans removed his hands from Jessica’s behind and draped them around her waist until both of his palms caressed the saturated, sticky lips of the young girl’s puckering vagina.

“Holy shit,” Evans hissed down. “My black dick in your ass make your pussy that wet…huh?”

Planting his delicate, swirling tongue right on the nape of Jessica’s pale white neck, the older black man cupped the young woman’s pussy as hard as he could with his right hand, while at the same time sneaking his left index finger and thumb underneath, pinching and prodding Jessica’s inflated clitoris feverishly with them.

“EEEE…EEEEEE…AAAAA…AAAHHHHH… DDDAAAAMMMMMMIIIITTTTTTT… GGGGAAAWWWDDDDDDAAAAMMMIIITTTT,” the young cheerleader squealed over and over, feeling her blood sizzle through her veins.

“Who’s your master Bitch?” Evans asked coldly as sweat trickled down his brow. “WHO!”

After a long harrowing moment of silence, Jessica finally worked up the strength and gumption to gurgle out her response,” You are…You are,” She sighed in a husky whisper.

“You my white slut girl…HUH?” Evans continued as he furiously worked his hands on her cunt and his cock in her ass.

“…I’m your slut,” Jessica moaned drunkenly.

“Say it louder Bitch,” Evans barked cruelly, speeding up his pelvic thrusts.

“OOO…HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA…GGGAAAWWDDDDDDD…I’M YOUR… YOUR… AAAHHHHH… WHITE.. AAAAHHHHH… SLUT…MASTER!” Jessica spastically screamed.

“Then make your master happy bitch and make his cock cum right up that tight white ass of yours!” Evans demanded, as his punishing clitoral stimulation and harsh words sent the snobbish preppy debutante over the edge.

With her clit literally throbbing between his fingers, Evans slowed his fuck motions slightly so that he could watch and savor the way Jessica’s face contorted and twisted uncontrollably under his virile assault. Watching and feeling the girl cum in front of him, the internal switch that governed Evans’s own lust hit overload as well causing his embedded black cannon to pump and jerk like a runaway drill bit until his bloated black balls bubbled over and his stored up white seed coursed out and jetted up Jessica Jenning’s soon to be burning rectum.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHAAAAAAAAA,” The 46 year old coach growled as his head shot backwards and his 10 fingers dug at the 18 year old’s overwhelmed pussy.

With his orgasm still raging, Evans could sense the blonde cheerleader start to go weightless in his arms. As he tried his best to pull back slowly and ease his cock out of the tail he had spent so long trying to open up, every guy in the room winced when the saw the graphic way Jessica lurched when she felt Coach Evans finally rip his cock free.

“THERE BITCH,” Evans hissed with lurid joy as he watched Jessica’s legs give way and then fall helplessly to her knees, totally spent.

Falling straight down out of the arms of the young men holding her, Jessica’s shaking knees rested heavily on the concrete below as she sucked in mouthful after mouthful of much needed oxygen. As the naked black guys stood patiently over top of her, a few of the guys reached down and felt her warm sweaty skin one last time as they tried savoring one last memory before getting dressed and heading home.

Too tired to even kneel, Jessica’s head collapsed all the way down to the floor as several of the guys ran their fingers through her now sweaty and knotted blonde locks. All Jessica Jennings could do in her extended moment of weakness was to part her lips and kiss one of her lovers right on his bare, size 12 foot.

* * * * *

Somehow, someway the athletically fit and trim 18 year old varsity cheerleader was slowly able to gather herself after all the men had departed the coach’s office and left her alone. After awkwardly pulling her sweatshirt over her head and getting her sweatpants back on, Jessica looked down on the floor and saw her bunched up panties still sitting there. Without a hint of the good social graces she was raised with, she cringed as she bent down and stuffed them into her pants pocket, the whole time bent over feeling the leaking wet traces of ejaculate as it still bubbled in her ass and cunt.

A few of the guys were still in the locker room getting re-dressed when Jessica emerged from Coach Evans’s office looking as if she had washed ashore out of Lake Erie. There was no acknowledgment from either side as they watched with amused pity, Jessica drunkenly make her way bowleggedly out of the same door Darrell had led her through almost an hour earlier.

Negotiating the now empty cavernous hallways of Franklin High, Jessica fell against the first door marked exit she could find and set out into the bitterly cold Cleveland night, humbled but fulfilled. As her designer tennis shoes thudded onto the sidewalk of the main road that would eventually take her closer to her side of town, the clock on the bank sign above her said it was 12:28 am and 27 degrees.

Working her way North, Jessica found herself dropping her head under her hooded sweatshirt every time a car or group of pedestrians would pass by, so they couldn’t see her or the undeniable look of confusion in her eyes. Vain to the end, Jessica refused to let anyone else know the secret feeling she knew she would have to replay endlessly for many years to come.

“- THE END -”

“Thanks for reading”

He quietly replied,?Please fuck me, Beth!?

Martin knew things were coming to a head. He only hoped that Beth had not forgotten the plan. She hadn?t. As Leonard remained there, stretched out and tied firmly to the bedframe, it was time to implement the final bit of her plan. She picked up a blindfold from the chair behind her. With it she covered Leonard?s eyes completely so that he was completely unable to see. It was time for Martin to join in.

When he saw his wife tie the fabric across Leonard?s eyes, Martin knew the time had come. He made sure the tape was still recording, and stepped out of the room silently, and naked. His erection was pounding hard. It bobbed, but only slightly, against his stomach as he walked the ten feet to where Beth stood. He moved silently since Leonard was not to know what was happening. That was part of the surprise, and the excitement for the couple.

As Martin stood by the bed, carefully holding his cock, Beth mounted Leonard, once more squatting above the tree that was his cock. This time, however, it would be different. She rubbed his purple glans with her pussy, wetting it down once more. But she was ready. Leonard was ready. Martin was not so sure, but his cock sure was.

Although Martin was more excited than he had ever been, he had some reservations about tonight. While both he and Beth had had many wonderful and exciting sexual adventures, this was a new one. He would be participating directly with a man? it was the first time.

Beth slid the giant knob into her pussy and held it there for a moment. She could feel her lips being stretched as wide as possible. It was a wonderful feeling, a precursor to what was to be another tremendous fuck by a true cocksman, an expert.

She pressed down slightly, taking the first three or four inches of Leonard?s shaft into her body. Again she paused. Martin was now kneeling beside the bed, his face only a foot from the cock and pussy before him. Unbeknownst to him, this was when Leonard realized that a third person was involved: he could feel a hot breath on his hip. This would be interesting?

Beth continued engulfing the big black cock with her cunt. She slid another three inches into herself, making it a full eight inches of shaft inserted. The wave of an orgasm grabbed her as she held herself steady atop the black pole. With the peak of her second orgasm, Beth let herself fall fully onto her BBC, her big black cock. She called out in pleasure,?fuck me hard, Leonard. Please fuck me!!?

Though blinded and tied down, Leonard?s hips were free, as was his cock. And he was fit and strong. It was almost easy for him to thrust up into Beth, raising her whole body with his. Each time he would penetrate the blonde with the great tits down to his root, the withdraw everything but his huge cockhead. Again and again he abused Beth?s cunt with his pounding. And she took each thrust perfectly, her hips matching his every motion, and adding some of her own to add to his pleasure. They fucked hard.

And because Leonard was, after all, a master of control, he did not come. Not yet. He was not ready. But he wondered who was touching him now. There was a soft hand on his thigh where it met Beth?s flesh. Each thrust pressed the mysterious hand between their two bodies? it felt good, he thought, but refused to acknowledge it. Better this work out as Beth wished.

Meanwhile, the two video cameras whirred and caught every second of the wild bucking and fucking. They saw Martin?s hand gliding along the inside of Leonard?s thigh towards the man?s big balls. One camera was zoomed in close to the spot where cock met cunt, and now where hand gently held testicles. Everyone was happy with the way things were working out, not least Martin who was a just that little bit less anxious. This would be okay, he thought.

Meanwhile, Beth could feel her husband?s hand under her ass. Every once in a while it would reach up to touch her pussy, feeling where the strong shaft parted her lips. She could feel Martin every once in a while touching two fingers to the big cock. Whenever this happened, Leonard seemed to slow a bit, leaving part of his cock outside.

After a few of these pauses, Martin got really brave. As Beth rose, allowing Leonard to escape from her tunnel, Martin carefully wrapped his own fist around the wet, emerging cock. Could Leonard know that this was not Beth?s own hand? He must, my hands can?t reach all the way around that piece of meat, and Martin?s sure does. To make sure, she leaned forward onto her lover?s chest and pinched each of his nipples with a hand. There had to be three hands!

Leonard knew that Beth was telling him about the mystery lover. It was a most incredible feeling, not knowing who was holding your cock. It felt great. Certainly this lover knew how to treat a man?s erection.

The cameras silently did their work.

By now Beth had raised herself completely off her BBC. She had turned to face Martin, putting her cunt on Leonard?s mouth once more. His muffled thanks were clear enough.

She watched Martin as he also added oil to the beautiful cock before him. While neither he nor Beth had planned this part, it was certainly working out nicely. After the blindfold, it was to be played by ear, or was that by cock?

Martin knew how to masturbate a cock, but it was huge! Just like any of the lovers that had been treated to this particular BBC, Martin also used both hands. He slid them back and forth along the oily shaft, circulating them one way then the other. The oil made the work a joy. Martin could not believe how erotic this actually felt. In the many years that he and Beth had been playing with other couples, never once had he got this far along playing with another man. Sure, he had touched the occasional cock and even stroked one a few times, but this was all new. He was going to make a man come.

Beth was equally enamoured with Martin?s efforts. She was positively glowing with pride as she watched her man masturbate the biggest cock she had ever enjoyed. Best of all, Martin was smiling at her enthusiastically, letting her know that he was enjoying himself. Beth ground herself just a bit against Leonard?s probing tongue, and she leaned forward to engulf the head of this cock as her husband slid his hand up and down the huge shaft. She could see that Martin was holding his own cock in his other hand and she wondered when would that beauty would erupt?

The cameras watched as a perfectly normal man and wife, with a healthy sexual appetite, worked together to make a bound and blindfolded lover come. The man was sliding his hand along the black shaft with amazing speed now, the hand barely visible to the eye. At the same time, a beautiful, blonde with a great pair of tits was bobbing her head up and down on the very same cock, each time taking only three or four inches so that the man?s hand could continue its work.

Leonard was enjoying himself tremendously. He was enjoying the taste of pussy, but even more so the feeling of Beth?s mouth on his cock? it was her mouth, wasn?t it? Despite Martin?s best hopes for secrecy, Leonard had already figured out that the third lover was a man. He could tell first because of the size of the hand that held his cock, but he could also feel the coarseness that could only be a man?s palm. Besides, no woman had ever stroked his cock so expertly; only a man could jack off like that.

And what neither Martin or Beth knew was that Leonard was just as comfortable with a man jacking him off as he was for a woman to do it. He was entirely ready to enjoy any form of sexual pleasure. Admittedly, Leonard still preferred women, but who would turn down good sex? That?s crazy, he thought. He had also figured out that the new partner had to be Beth?s husband, Martin. After all, hadn?t she talked about how Martin had subtly been asking about getting into the action with another man? This must have been the plan all along. As he chewed on Beth?s clit, he couldn?t help but smile. This was going to be fantastic!

As Martin held the immense black cock, stroking it firmly from stem to knob he began to wonder what it might feel like to have the head in his mouth. But what if Leonard realized it was not Beth? Wouldn?t he freak? What if he got loose, and went nuts on Martin? He didn?t want to take that kind of chance, so he held off? but it did look delicious, didn?t it?

The timing could not have been better. As Beth rode Leonard?s mouth, and watched her husband stroke the thick shaft in front of her, she would gobble up the knob and a couple of inches every few strokes of Martin?s hand. Leonard was starting to lose control? she could feel it in his moans, and in the pauses at her cunt. Then, to everyone?s surprise, Leonard spoke,?can I finally take this mask off? I want to meet your husband!?

Martin jumped back, letting go of Leonard?s meat as if it was on fire. Beth sat up hard, almost chocking Leonard in the process. There was silence. No one moved.

Leonard added,?I loved the way you were jacking me off, Martin. Now I want to meet you.?

Silence.

Then Beth gathered herself together enough to reply,?that?s not Martin.?

?Sure it is. Actually, I hope it is. I have been loving every moment of this, ever since he came in half an hour ago.?

It was Martin who spoke,?Hi. You sure about that??

?Honest. You felt great and maybe I can return the favour.?

Beth stood up, in shock that Martin had not only spoken up, but that he seemed okay with it.?Should I untie him,? she asked her husband.

?Let me do it,? he replied. Then he loosened off the bindings that held Leonard to the bed, but not the blindfold.

Leonard asked,?can it take it off now??

?Sure,? answered Beth.?Leonard, meet my husband, Martin.?

To everyone?s surprise, Leonard reached out and took Martin?s cock in his huge hand, and gave it a shake.?Pleased to meet you, too.? Everyone laughed, and all the tension in the room melted away as the two men stood a couple of feet apart, each holding the other?s steel-hard cock. Beth dropped back onto the bed, simply not sure of what to do next.

?Now what?? asked Beth.

By now, the men had let go and were both standing facing the blonde goddess. Candlelight flickered on three sweaty, glistening bodies. It was Beth who moved first. She took each of her men by the hand and guided them down to the floor, laying them down side-by-side, just far enough apart for her to kneel between them.

There they were, the two hottest men in her life, both sporting mighty erections that were hers to enjoy, and to tame, perhaps. She took one in each hand, Leonard in the right, Martin the left. Although Martin?s cock was beautiful, and large, it could not compare in either girth or length to Leonard. But then again, what a cock it was. She mirrored her every action on both men. If she held Martin?s balls, she did the same with Leonards. When palmed the knob of Leonard?s monster, she also did it to the slightly more modest penis in her left hand. And after liberally coating her husband?s throbbing white member with the flavoured oil, she did the same with the black cock on the right.

With her two organs sufficiently prepared, Beth got serious about masturbating her men. Even if her hand barely reached around one, and not at all the other, she was still very good at doing this. Beth had probably jacked off a hundred men in her life, half of them before she had left high school? but that was another story altogether. And here she was with the two cocks that had pleased her the most in her thirty or so years of sex. She could not get over the excitement of the moment and only wished she had one more hand to do herself at the same time.

It was as if the men each figured out her need at the same time. Their two hands met in between Beth?s legs, on their way to her cunt. Somehow, they both got in there to play with this amazing woman?s pussy. One rubbed quickly at her clit, the other inserted two fingers into the luscious opening, probing and sliding in and out.

All the while, Beth was in heaven. Her cunt was being looked after, an orgasm was about to announce itself to her, and still she was stroking those two wonderful hardons.?I want you guys to both come on me, at the same time,? she said.

She stood up, pulling at the erections to get the men to follow her. She threw herself backwards onto the mattress, spread-eagled. Her massive tits were plastered to her chest, but still managed to rise above her body. The nipples were knobs of their own, as they had been for hours, even before Leonard had arrived they had been tightening up in anticipation. Now they were positively painful. She couldn?t imagine how those two great lovers of hers could stand having erections for so long.?I want you one on each side of me, jacking off. And there?ll be a prize for both of you if you come together.?

Martin looked across the bed at Leonard who was already stroking his thick shaft. He saw the large hand wrapped completely around the black pole.?You?ve obviously done that before,? he joked aloud.

?You too, it seems. I sure like how your cock looks in your hand, Martin.?

Beth just lay there, ever so pleased that this was happening.?Come on, guys! I want sperm, and lots of it!!?

With the music playing in the background, and guiding the pace of the two men, Beth was in absolute heaven. She watched one, then the other, as their strong, masculine hands slid smoothly back and forth along their individual flesh. Wow!

Leonard was first to speak:?I think I am going to need to come pretty soon, Martin. Are you ready??

?Ready? Are you kidding, I?ve been killing myself to keep from shooting before you were ready.?

?What? Me, too!?

?On the count of ten then,? decided Martin.

And Beth spoke,?ten, nine, eight, seven, six? two, one? shoot all over my tits, you big fuckers!?

And did they ever. Holding off an ejaculation for hours sure gave it power. Even though each man was at least a yard away from the bed, the first shot of each man?s come flew fully across the bed and splashed on the legs of the other opposite. Not a drop of the first shot even came close to Beth?s body. But a quick correction in trajectory and both Martin and Leonard made sure their second massive spurts of come landed on Beth. One shot hit her in the tits; the other on the throat. Still stroking their tremendous cocks, the men each knelt on the bed, inches from Beth?s face, and shot another thick stream of their juice onto her body.

Beth reached up to take over the stroking. She milked another couple of small spurts from each man, aiming each at her mouth. Then she pulled them each forward to plant a long, wet, and deep kiss on each glans.?Thank you so much.?

There she lay, with a puddle of come gathering between her soft mounds. She brought one hand up to capture some of the combined come, and dropped it into her mouth.?Who wants to kiss me?? She asked.

Simultaneously, as if planned, each man leaned forward to kiss her lips. She shared the mouthful of come equally with each of her lovers. Surprised, but undaunted, they each made a clear show of swallowing their share.

Leonard watched Martin swallow; Martin did the same. And Leonard said,?do you mind I give suck your cock, Martin??

The answer was as clear as could be. Martin dropped onto the bed beside his wife and said,?go for it, you BBC.?

Before long, Leonard had made Martin hard as a rock again, and was sporting his own renewed hardon. Martin, looking down at Leonard?s groin, and the monster arising out of it said the single most exciting thing that Beth could have hoped for.?Leonard, how would you like double-fuck my wife? But you?ll have to go into her cunt, I think.?

And with that, Beth again had a fantasy come true. Double-penetration by the two most wonderful cocks in the world. Leonard quickly took up a position on his back; Beth sat astride him and placed the head of his BBC at the entrance of her well-lubricated tunnel. Already her thick pussy lips were wrapped around the knob. As she slowly lowered herself onto Leonard?s cock, Martin moved into position behind her, and between the two sets of legs on the bed. He reached down to his wife?s pussy to gather up some of her juices? there was enough there, certainly. He lubricated his own cockhead and pushed it firmly against the tight little orifice of her ass. She was ready and he slipped in easily. First the knob, then an inch or two of his raging cock. She was ready.

Leonard had, by now, bottomed out, and was ready to experience his first DP. He had been curious, certainly, but few men ever seemed ready to share like this, and no woman he had ever fucked had ever suggested taking all of his meat, let alone two cocks at the same time. But this was Beth, and he knew she could do it.

As Martin was sliding his own meat into his wife?s ass, he could feel the pressure and size that was inside her cunt. What a monster! Martin had fucked her like this before, but never with so large another cock, or even vibrator. This was amazing.

Leonard was equally impressed. He could feel the rigid meat going in only a thin barrier away from his cock. What an amazing feeling. He felt the sliding of Martin?s cock gliding in against his own. The two shafts were rubbing directly against one another, with only Beth in between them.

This was more than a first for Leonard. Not only had he never experienced something this erotic and pleasurable, but he had never come without intending to. With only a dozen strokes by Martin, and five or six of his own to match, Leonard was shocked to discover that he was coming. And coming hard, too. He went wild with passion, fucking Beth harder and harder. Each time he thrust himself into her to the full extent of his long cock, Martin met him with his own perfectly-timed thrust. Her cunt grasped his meat tightly, adding pleasure to each of their efforts.

Together, the two men sandwiched their woman, pounding deeply into her body. Each was coming, shooting their juices deep into her orifices. Beth rode hard, her big tits flapping against Leonard?s face, slapping him hard with their flesh. Martin was holding on to his wife?s hips, pushing himself into her with all his strength, willing himself to come inside her sweet ass.

And the three of them, still connected by two cocks in two of Beth?s holes, fell sideways. Exhausted. Happy: they would be ready for more in a little while, of course.

- END -

“Let me know what you think? I?m sure I can fulfill some of your fantasies, much as I have my own? ”

Megan smiled seductively and dropped to her knees crawling between his legs. “I don’t know about you Harold, but I know what I’m having for dinner.” Megan smiled up at Jamal and unbuttoned his jeans. She found her eyes wandering up and down his granite chest and abdomen as she slowly unzipped his jeans. She could feel his penis jump underneath his briefs as she finished. Her mind must be playng tricks on her because it felt immense. She ran her hands around the inside of his jeans and around to his hard ass. He lifted his hips and she pulled his jeans off and threw them behind her.

Jamal sat there clad only in a small pair of white briefs that contrasted with his dark black skin. His penis stretched out the briefs almost to the breaking point and it moved of its own accord underneath the cotton.

Megan found herself somewhat intimidated, but she swallowed and reached into his briefs. She lifted the elastic and his penis burst free of it’s prison and jumped into her hand. She held a penis bigger then anything she had ever imagined could exist. It was bigger then the black penises in the video. It was thicker then her wrist and at least ten inches long and it wasn’t even completely hard. It was dark black in color except for the pee slit which was reddish and oozing precum. “Oh my god,” she cried caught of guard.

Jamal smirked looking down at the stupid white girl staring in awe at his cock. “What’s wrong Meg, your doing fine.”

“Your huge,” she said yanking the briefs down so that she could see all of it. She ran her eyes up to the fat head and down to his large hairy testicles.

“Who me,” he said trying not to laugh. “There’s a lot of cocks bigger, but I guess I”m a little above average. How big is Harold?”

There was simply no comparison between the Doctor’s little four inch noodle and the black serpent that writhed in her hand. Megan suddenly felt cheated and she couldn’t bare to tell Jamal the truth. She lied for the first time in her life, “He’s about eight inches I guess.”

Jamal nodded, “That’s not to bad. Mine gets to be exactly 12″ when completely hard, but eight is enough. Anything under seven is considered below average, under five and you might as well not even bother having sex.” He saw her wince at that and knew he was on his way to fucking his first white slut. “If your only going to hold it Megan you’re going to get an “F”.”

This brought her out of her reverie and she said, “Where do I start?”

“Do like the girl in the video did and lick around the head and then up and down the sides before taking whatever you can into your mouth. Your lucky I’m bigger then Harold because after me, eight inches will be easy.”

She nodded, thinking that she could learn how to handle Harold by sucking on Jamal’s pinky. She leaned forward towards his cock, seeing it stiffen up a little more as her lips approached his cock head. “Jamal, just remember to warn me before you cum, so I can pull it out.”

“Yeah sure Meg,” he said sarcastically though she wasn’t paying attenion to him and didn’t catch it. “Just keep in mind that you won’t get an “A” unless you swallow my cum. Be sure to swallow your husband’s because a blow job is essentially worthless unless the man cums in the woman’s mouth.”

What a shame, she thought. I really would like an “A” in this class. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out towards the precum dripping from the plum colored head of his massive penis.

Megan could feel her own juices flowing as her tongue tentatively touched the slit on the end of his penis. It leaped away from her tongue from excitement and fell back forward before her lips. His penis was a little crooked and as she ran her tongue around the shiny dome of his cock head it grew another inch straightening out. Megan sucked the whole head into her mouth and it grew to full erection. The cock head was in her mouth and his penis was rising towards his belly. It was so strong that it was pulling her forward and she lost her balance letting it fly up to smack against his rock hard stomach. It took both her hands to bend it back down towards her mouth. It was like having a piece of steel in her mouth. Megan had never touched her husband’s penis outside of intercourse, but she still knew it never got this hard. She finshed polishing the dome with her tongue and she started nibbling down the sides. She was trying to picture the girl on the video tape but all she could think of was the powerful ebony shaft before her. She raised it up and kissed the big hairy balls hanging low underneath it. His crotch had a strong musky scent that she found intoxicating. Harold’s testicles disappeared into his scrotum but Jamal’s were at least five times larger. I wonder what that means, she thought?

Jamal’s eyes were half closed as he watched her licking aound his cock. It was as if everything else had ceased to exist for her except for his black monster and he smiled knowing she’d be back for more before the week was out. “Your doing ok, Megan,” he said. “Your about a “D”. That’s not bad for a first time effort.”

Megan immediately doubled her efforts attacking his cock. She was going to get a “B” if it killed her. She wasn’t going to swallow his cum or she’d shoot for an “A”. She opened her mouth wide and loosened her jaw, swallowing about half his penis before gagging. She began running her mouth up and down his shaft while holding her lips tight around his shaft. Beth looked up at his face hoping to see some sign that he was enjoying it. His face was expressionless, though she could see sweat on his brow.

Jamal was in awe of Megan’s cock sucking ability. It had taked him years to train Betina to be this good. A few more times and this white slut would pass his wife in skill level. “Very good Megan. Your about a “C” now.” He felt Megan loosen up her throat and she swallowed about eight inches. “Oh, that’s better, “C+”.”

Seeing those long nipples of hers jutting out, Jamal couldn’t resist leaning forward and reaching out to tweak them. She didn’t stop blowing him, but looked at him questioningly. “I always play with my wifes breasts when she blows me,” he explained. “It’ll help me think of her.”

Megan hated herself at that moment. The first thing that popped into her head was that she wanted to hurt her best friend so that she could have this black cock all to herself. She didn’t want him to think of his wife while she was doing this to him. Megan’s moan was muffled by eight inches of black cock as he gently played with her nipples. She decided at that moment that she was going to get an “A”. Megan wanted him to think of her whenever Betina sucked his cock from now on. She forced nine inches into her throat, finding she needed to come up for air after every couple of swallows. She contented herself to teasing his pee slit with her tongue and licking around the head while she caught her breath. She was pretty sure he was enjoying it.

“Yeah baby,” he said. “Suck on that big cock.”

“What did you say?” she asked between licks.

“Men find it a big turn on to talk dirty during sex,” he informed her. “You should tell the Doctor how much you like sucking on his big eight inch cock. Try it on me. Look up at me and tell me how much you love my big cock.”

Megan felt like she had betrayed Jamal by lying to him about the size of her husbands little penis and she felt ashamed for lying to such a kind man. “I..I love your penis,” she tentatively said.

“Call it a cock, it’s more erotic.”

Megan wasn’t one for foul language. Thinking of it as a cock was one thing, saying it was another, but she figured what was the harm. “I love your big cock.” and then added, “I love your big black cock.” Megan began attacking his wonderful cock aggressively, managing to swallow ten inches, before coming up and telling him, “I love sucking on you black cock.” or “Your cock’s so big and hard, I love it.” Megan had ceased thinking about her husband a long time ago. The entire focus of her life at that moment was making Jamal cum. She knew she was doing a good job when he started bucking his hips.

“Oh god, this is great,” he cried. “”B” no “B+”. Then Jamal seemed to let out a cry of anguish and he shouted, “Forgive me Tina, but it feels so good, I love it.”

Megan wanted to shout with joy, but couldn’t take her lips of his cock. She had won and he was about to reward her because she could feel his big black cock vibrating in her mouth as he neared orgasm. Poor man was so upset that he had forgotten to warn her that he was about to cum. She felt the head swell up and she slid all but the head out of her mouth. His cock head was throbbing in her mouth and she could tell that the long pee slit was opening and closing. Then it bucked in her mouth, leaping up against her top lip before falling back down. She felt his hot cum strike the back of her throat and then it leaped again, this time filling her mouth with his seed. She could taste it on her tongue and she loved it, swallowing to make room for more. Megan clamped her lips down to hold it still and she could feel it’s powerful vein pulsing as it continued to pump sperm into her mouth. Regretfully Megan needed to catch her breath and she pulled back only to have a large strand of semen splatter against her forehead and then he came on her breasts. She now understood what his big balls were for. She caught her breath and saw that his cock was deflating rapidly. Megan wrapped her lips around it and swallowed as much as she could. She squeezed her lips tight and tried to milk out all his left over cum. When she felt that she had sucked him dry, she let his limp cock plop out of her mouth thinking that it was still twice as big as her husbands.

“A+,” said Jamal, covering his face with his hands to hide a devilish grin. He had always been told that white women knew how to treat black cocks, but hadn’t quite believed it until now. “Oh Megan,” he moaned. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to enjoy it, but it was the best blow job of my life.”

“Don’t worry Jamal,” she tried to comfort him. “You had no idea I’d be so good at it. It’s not your fault.”

“Your right, I’m sorry for getting so upset. Your one incredible lady. Harold’s one lucky guy.”

Harold? Oh yeah her husband. “Speaking of Harold,” she said glancing at the clock. “That can’t be right, I swear we started fifty minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry, but I enjoyed it so much, I came pretty quickly. I usually last a lot longer. I’m sure Harold will do better.”

She was looking at him kind of funny as she pulled her thong on, noticing how wet the area between her legs was. Beth tied her top on and thanked him before turning around towards the back door.

“Don’t thank me,” he said staring at her in awe. “Your going to do great.”

Megan was filled with pride and knowing he was probably still staring at her, She put an extra shake into her walk, wiggling her bare ass as she left his house.

Jamal started laughing as soon as she left. She’d be back for more.

The Second Lesson

Megan’s bikini bottoms were soaked as she unfolded her chair and laid down on her back, out in the sun for the first time in five days. This part of Texas got some pretty big storms from time to time and the one that had blown in out of the gulf the last five days was no exception. She had spoken to Betina a couple times on the phone over the last week, but she hadn’t seen Jamal since he had graciously taught her how to give blow jobs. Megan wanted to tell him that Harold really loved them and that his lessons had really improved her sex life, but the only sex life that improved at all was the doctors. He had flipped out the day she had greeted him naked at the door and he had just about fainted when she took his little penis into her mouth. A few drops of semen had trickled out of his penis after a couple minutes and he had thanked her profusely. Now all he wanted from her was a blow job once a day. Not that she minded giving them, it’s just that he still hadn’t touched her pussy and she was hornier now then she had been on the day that she set out to ask Betina’s advice on spicing up her love life. It wouldn’t have been so bad if his tiny balls could produce more semen, since she had developed a taste for sperm. His small loads just caused her to crave more.

She had barely begun her daily ninety minute tanning session when she heard the sliding glass door at Jamal’s house open and he walked out into the yard. He saw her and waved before removing his weights from the shed. Jamal was wearing just a small bathing suit that showed off his well sculpted physique and he faced her as he began lifting his dumb bells. The sunlight reflected off his black skin making him appear radiant like some kind of god and her eyes wandered up and down his body, pausing on his bathing suit. He was over a hundred feet away and even that far, she swore she could make out his large bulge. The cock under those shorts had enough sperm to feed her for a week at a time. As long as oral sex wasn’t cheating, maybe Jamal would let her suck him off once or twice a week? She’d never get up the nerve to ask him to do that for her, but she could ask his advice on her current dilemna.

Megan glanced at her watch, realizing that an hour had passed already and all she had done was stare at Jamal lifting weights. Time sure had a funny way of flying whenever he was around. She got up off the cot and walked over towards his yard, unconciously putting the sway back into her hips that she had first done when leaving him after sucking on his cock.

“Megan, great to see you,” he yelled over the fence at her. “I’ve been dying to know how your love life’s improved.”

Megan opened up the fence and walked up to him looking a little chagrined. “Yes, it has impoved a little.”

“That’s great,” he said smiling down at her. “Glad I could help. I’ve given some more thought to your problem and I think you need to experiment with some new sexual positions.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Come on inside,” he said. I got a new video to show you.”

Megan followed Jamal into his house watching his butt flex under his shorts with each step he took. He went to the bedroom to get the video and she found herself thinking about him while he was gone. It was hard to be in the same room with him and not to be between his legs telling him that she loved his big black cock. Maybe, with the right amount of will power, she could offer to suck him off agan as a way of thanking him for his help.

Jamal returned with a tape in his hand and said, “I bought this hoping it might help you.” He popped it into the vcr and hit play.

Megan felt her heart thumping in her chest as she moved forward to view the screen more closely. The movie was called “Amateur hour” and she was eager to see some more big penises. The opening scene was of an older white man wth a paunch making love to a chubby white woman who was on her knees, facing away from the guy. The man’s penis was slightly bigger then Harold’s, but still only half as big as Jamal’s cock.

“Man, that guys tiny,” said Jamal and he fast forwarded to the next scene, and then the next. All the actors were white and out of shape. All the men had penises between five and six inches long. All were bigger then Harold and Jamal made comments about each of them, calling them wimps or half-men or saying how odvious it was that the women were faking enjoyment. He didn’t know how much this was hurting Megan because she had lied to him and said the Doctor’s penis was eight inches.

When it was over he pulled the tape out “I’m sorry about that, I should have watched it first. Men like that don’t know anything about satisfying a woman. Wait here and we’ll try another one.”

Jamal returned to his bedroom closet and pulled out another tape from his secret collection. This was titled “Blacks fucking Blondes: The Biggest Blackest Dicks Fucking Hot White Chicks.” He left the slipcase in the closet and like the last tape he wound it forward past the title before returning to Megan, fidgeting on the couch.

Megan was prepared to be disappointed again but perked up when she saw the well muscled black man on the screen. He reminded her a lot of Jamal though his cock was only ten inches long. The blonde in the scene also resembled herself, though Jamal pointed out scars under her breasts and said they were fake, where as Megan’s were all natural. The movie was about a gang of well-hung black men who set out to seduce all the young wives in a rich, all white neighborhood, just before robbing them. There were five black men and all had cocks from nine to eleven inches. They were all well muscled, like Jamal and all the woman were attractive blondes with big fake breasts.

They watched most of the movie and Jamal pointed out the various sexual positions. He said that a lot of women loved being fucked doggy style and that many prefered being on top so that they could control penetration. “Of course,” he added. “Those positions all require some practise to make the sex really enjoyable.” He paused hoping she would overcome her silly anti-intercourse morality against cheating and beg Jamal to let her practice with him. Unfortunately, it looked like she hadn’t even heard him.

Megan stared raptly at the various sex scenes. The men all seemed to be incredible lovers and the women were going wild in whatever position they were being fucked in. Megan was so envious that she found tears running down her eyes and she put her face into her hands blurting out, “God, I’m so horny.”

Jamal slid over next to her and put a comforting arm around her bare back just under her bikini top. “Megan what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you still haven’t had an orgasm?” He listened to her blurt out the whole story and he laughed and said, “It’s your fault for being so damned good at sucking cocks.” Jamal turned serious sayng, “But tell me something, don’t you enjoy it when he reciprocates?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“When the doctor performs oral sex on you.”

“Oh he’s never done that,” she said shocked that Jamal would even suggest it.

Jamal looked over at her with a disgusted expression on his face and said “Like this.” He forwarded the tape to the last scene. The black man with the biggest cock was getting a blow job from one of the women. Then he picked her up and threw her down planting his face between her pussy. Jamal interupted saying that oral sex is always reciprocal. The man had spread her pussy and the woman was screaming in orgasm after orgasm. At one point she yelled, “You’re so much better then my husband.” and the man took his wet face of her pussy long enough to say. “White boys don’t know anything about eatting pussy.” Megan could see that his chin was soaking wet just before he dived back down. Eventually she begged him to stop and fuck her screaming, “I love your black cock, your so much bigger then my husband,” as he fucked her with all eleven inches. The movie ended with her looking at the camera all covered in his sperm saying, “Black cocks are the best.”

“Jamal,” she asked kind of dazed. “Can I borrow this tape?”

“Be my guest,” he replied.

“It looks wonderful,” she said after a minute.

“Oh it is Meg,” he informed her. “Many women like it as much as they like actual sex.”

“I hope I can talk Harold into it,” she said shaking her head to try to clear it of all the images of well hung black men. “What did he mean by, White boys don’t know how to eat pussy?”

“Oh nothing,” Jamal said. “It’s just a movie. You can’t take porns too seriously.”

“I see,” she replied. He seemed to be evasive and she suddenly became suspicious. Something was wrong here. She couldn’t quite figure it out, but the answer was just under the surface of her brain. “Jamal, You said that oral sex is always reciprocal. How come you didn’t do that to me after I gave you the blow job?”

“I wanted to,” he said, “but I figured you’d want to save your first time for your husband, since you only really enjoy it with someone you truly love. “If you’d like, I can show you how it’s done. Betina considers me quite good and you can use what I show you to teach Harold.

“Yes, I think that sounds like a good idea,” she said proud that she didn’t sound to eager. “Where do we start?”

“Just go ahead and take off your bikini and sit on the couch,” he said. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Alright,” said Megan. She reached around back to untie her top and stopped when she realized he was watching her. Then thinking he had already seen her naked, so what the hell, she removed her top. Megan smirked in satisfaction at the way his eyes immediately zoomed in on her erect nipples. She found she kind of liked undressing for a man and wiggled her hips seductively as she slid her bottoms off. Megan was rewarded by movement from his cock swelling in his shorts. She suddenly felt sorry for Jamal, she was much better looking then his wife and her breasts were a lot bigger then Betina’s. This must be very hard for him. She gasped, when the head of his cock pushed out about two inches from the leg of his shorts, like a long black python struggling for air. A cock that large apparently could get very uncomfortable at times. Megan’s legs were weak and she sat down on the couch and held her knees together. She kicked her bikini out of the way and stared at his crotch expectantly.

She watched Jamal walk over to her and he kneeled down before her legs. She felt a shiver run up her spine when he began pulling her knees apart. “Jamal, aren’t you going to take your shorts off?”

“It’s not necessary,” he responded, then added, “Why?”

So I can see it again, touch it, taste it. Because it’s the proudest, most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. All this immediately ran through her mind, but all she said was, “It looks very uncomfortable.”

“Hmmm, maybe you’re right,” he said standing back up. The slut wanted to see his cock again. Jamal stood as close to her as he could and very slowly began to undress.

Megan unconsciously leaned forward to get a closer view. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the waist out, reaching in and with some difficulty, he pulled his cock out of the leg and adjusted it so that it stood upright, the proud head reaching up past his navel. She watched Jamal slowly unzip his shorts revealing more and more to her until finally it fell forward before her mouth. It reminded her of a tree faling in the forest and she almost cringed expecting to hear a crashing sound. It just hung, swaying seductively several inches before her mouth, like the snake charmers of India only in this case the snake was charming her. Without thinking, she leaned forward and put her lips around the head, licking around the pee slit to taste his pre cum and she felt it grow to its full twelve inches, once again becoming as hard as steel.

Jamal smiled, but he stepped back away from her mouth saying, “Thanks Megan, but you don’t have to do that, you’ve already passed that class.”

Do what? Megan thought. Then she turned red with embarrassment. It had been an automatic response to seeing his cock before her face. She hastily thought of an excuse and stuttered out, “I j-just wanted to t-thank you for all your help.”

“No thanks are necessary,” he said falling to his knees again. Jamal placed his big hands on her knees and pulled them apart lifting up her legs so that he could get a good look at his first white pussy, framed prettily by her blonde pubic hairs.

Megan shivered watching him stare at her pussy, knowing that he was seeing more of her then anyone, including Harold ever had. She was embarrassed by how wet the area between her thighs was. He began moving his head slowly forward. Her nervousness caused her to blurt out, “Do you do this for Tina?”

“Almost every night,” he responded looking up at her, his brown eyes staring directly into her blue ones. “Just remember, you’ll only really enjoy this with Harold. You’ll get some pleasure out of this, but don’t expect to orgasm until your with someone you love.”

Megan nodded. She was starting to think that the female orgasm was just a myth. She watched him break eye contact and bring his mouth up to her crotch. She could feel his hot breath on her vagina and she tensed up waiting for something to happen.

When it did, she jumped about a foot off the couch at the shock. His tongue just flickered out lightly touching her labia. It had been so long since anything had touched her vagina, that feelings she had long forgotten reawakened, sending waves of pleasure into her brain. She felt an unfamiliar feeling growing deep within her and the intensity of it scared her a little. Jamal was pushing her legs back even further spreading her open wide before him. He leaned down and she gasped as his tongue touched her anus. She had never, ever considered this as a source of sexual pleasure, but there was no denying how good it felt as he licked around the rim and cupped his tongue pushing it slightly into her tight little rosebud. She felt his tongue spread flat again as he licked his way up the sensitive area above her anus and then along her pussy. Megan clenched her hands on the back of the couch as his tongue penetrated her and she could swear it was as big as the doctor’s penis. He thrust his tongue in and out of her a couple of times before continuing upwards, licking along her labia and nibbling on her mound. Her insides were going nuts and she wanted to scream in frustration when he paused.

Jamal looked up at the wild eyed woman and said, “Do you like having your pussy eaten?”

“Yes, I love it,” she gasped. “Eat my pussy.”

Jamal attacked her pussy quickly running his tongue along her slt, from her anus to her mound. Her body was responding to his skills and she was constantly raising her hips, like she was imagining herself getting fucked. He could hear her making little whining sounds in the back of her throat and he cupped his tongue running it around her throbbing clitoris.

Megan’s eyes flew open when he started licking around her clit. “Jamal ple-ease s-stop n-now,” she begged. “Something’s wrong, I feeel f-funny.” He didn’t stop and she knew that her face was frozen in fear. “Oooh my god,” she screamed. Megan unclenched her fists from the couch and grabbed the back of Jamal’s head, pulling his face into her pussy and holding him tight, feeling his long tongue thrusting in and out of her. Her whole body was trembling and she raised her hips to match the thrusts of his tongue. Megan felt her pussy spasming for the first time in her life and she screamed out with pleasure, “I’m cuuummminng.”

She collapsed back on the couch with relief. Oh my god, she thought, they’re real. How have I managed to live without it and fucking Betina’s probably had one every night she’s been married to Jamal. She looked down, Jamal was still eatting her pussy and she was still bucking her hips into his tongue. She felt another orgasm growing and it exploded from her body, and then another, and another. Megan passed out from the pleasure.

“Eat my pussy you big black stud,” she yelled down at him while tweaking her nipples. Megan could see the scars from her boob job underneath her breasts. She came again and Jamal looked up at her and said, “White boys don’t know anything about eating pussy.” Megan looked aound, the five black men from the video were standing around her holding their large erections. Harold was behind them tied up in a chair. Jamal disappeared and one of the black men positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “No,” shouted Harold. “I can’t cheat on my husband,” screamed Megan watching the large black cock push into her. “I’m your husband now slut,” said the black man. He pulled her on top of him and she rode up and down his cock cumming continuosly. “I love black cock. Your so much better then my husband,” she told him. “No,” shouted the doctor again. Then one of the other men shoved his cock in her mouth and another bent over and started licking around her ass hole with his tongue. She fucked them in every position from the movie and finally after hours of orgasmic pleasure, it stopped and she awoke.

As Megan slowly returned to reality, she immediately felt guilty for cheating on Harold in her dream, but then she dismissed it as meaningless. She opened her eyes and stared at Jamal. He was still kneeling between her legs, staring back at her with a big grin on his face. His entire face from his nose to his chin was sticky with her juices.

Jamal returned her stare. He felt so powerful when he saw the look of awe and on her face. Then she was leaning forward and kissing his lips, mumbling “Thank you,” over and over again. Her tongue pushed at his lips and he parted his mouth and let her inside. He kissed her back for a minute before pushing her back, and standing up. He let his massive cock dangle teasingly just before her face and within seconds she had fallen to her knees before him and taken it in her mouth. He could see the adoration in her eyes as she looked up at him, her lips wrapped around the head. It wouldn’t be long now and he’d be shoving it into her tight white pussy. “Megan,” he said looking down at her. “You don’t have to do that.”

Megan was suddenly afraid he was going to take his cock away from her. She took her mouth off his shaft and began stroking it with her fist while looking up at him. “Yes I do Jamal, you said that oral sex is always reciprocal.”

“You’re right Megan,” he said. “I guess it won’t hurt to do it one last time.”

“Besides,” she said looking at him seductively, “I love having your big black cock in my mouth.” Megan swirled her tongue around the head before swallowing about half of it. As she felt it throbbing in her mouth, she wondered if she could truly give it up. I was born to have this cock in my mouth, she thought. She hadn’t felt this complete and fulfilled for… well since the last time she had sucked him off. For the first time in her 36 years of life, Megan knew what it felt like to be a woman. She decided that if it was to be the last time, she was going to make it count for something. Megan, arched her neck and swallowed all 12 inches into her throat, kissing the base of his cock with her lips.

“Oh dear god!” said Jamal. No woman had ever swallowed his entire cock before, not even his wife, who had plenty of practice. Her mouth and throat was so warm and wet, that Jamal grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her face rapidly.

Megan jumped when he grabbed the sides of her face. His large black hands nearly covered her head and she could feel the raw power in his arms. He was so strong that it frightened her as he forced her head back and forward, her lips tightly wrapped around his cock. Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he pulled it out of her mouth.

“There’s one more thing I’d like to show you,” he said looking down at the white woman kneeling before him. “Lie down on your back.”

Megan lied down on the carpet and Jamal immediately straddled her stomach, nestling his cock between her breasts. He squeezed her big tits around his cock and began to slide it between them.

“This is called titty fucking,” he told her, then seeing that she was having trouble seeing, he paused long enough to reach up and grab a pillow off the couch, so that he could prop up her head.

Megan could see his cock sliding between her breasts. It would burst out from between her tits, it’s eye open from the friction and poke at her lips. She opened her mouth and was able to get about two inches in, when he slid it forward. This was also the first time she got to see the contrast between his black skin and her white skin and she found it very erotic.

Jamal moved his hands around so that he could twirl her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He had never seen nipples that long and they facinated him. His gentle ministrations began to have an affect on her, and she started writhing around beneath him moaning everytime his cock slid out of her mouth. Her eyes were open and staring at him with that same mixture of awe and adoration she had given him after he had given had licked her pussy to numerous orgasms. He had seen that look from Betina and dozens of other black women from before he got married, but it felt even better coming from a married white woman. In fact the look was turning him on so much that he felt the sperm begining to churn in his balls. With some difficulty, he squeezed her breasts together with one hand and brought his other hand around behind him, to her pussy, holding two of his fingers straight out. This lesson should teach the white slut that she got her pleasure from giving him pleasure.

Jamals playing with her nipples and the sight of his huge cock sliding between her breasts had her horny again. She watched the head of his cock swelling up and it turned even blacker as he approached orgasm. She desperately wanted him to cum in her mouth and she was thrilled to see his big pee slit open and ready to blow as it approached her. Then, without warning, his fingers jabbed into her pussy, bigger and thicker then her husbands penis and her hips bucked as she screamed in orgasm, missing his cock. It slid up her chin and erupted. She felt a long stream of his sperm strike her from her forehead to her chin, covering one eye lid. Megan didn’t want to miss his next blast and struggled back up to meet the next thrust of his cock. She could feel her pussy still spasming around his fingers as another orgasm came. Luckily, his cock slid into her mouth and she felt it fill with his semen. His long black cock slid back out of her mouth and it disappeared entirely between her breasts, but another jet of semen flew out to splatter on her chest. Then his cock came forward, cum dribbling constantly from the head. His thrusts were becoming less powerful and she could see a little less of his cock coming out of her breasts with each thrust. Finally, she watched Jamal just tip over and with a groan he collapsed beside her panting.

Megan checked the time, realizing that she had been over here for three and a half hour. The movie was only 90 minutes long, which ment that he must have eaten her pussy for over an hour. She stood up and quickly pulled on her bikini, fumbling with it because one of her eyes was closed since it was covered in his cum.

Megan warned him that Tina and Anthony would be home soon and she grabbed the video and ran out the back door.

Jamal followed her out the door, still naked, griining at the comical sight she presented. Half her face was covered in his sperm as was her chest, and it was liquifing and dripping down her body. She couldn’t walk straight, with one eye closed and as she walked back to her house she kept looking back at him, with that same look of awe, then she’d look down at his cock still fat and erect before walking a few more steps. When she had finally made it to her house, he yelled out, “Megan, another A+.”

“You too teach,” she yelled back before going inside to clean up.

Jamal watched her go, his grin turning to a predatory smirk. What would her next lesson be?

Part 3: The Third Lesson

Megan kissed her husband goodbye and went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. She left the coffee percolating and went to take a shower.

She returned after showering, a towel wrapped around her body, and another around her long blonde hair. She plopped down on the couch with a sigh. The doctor was starting to lose interest again. At first the blow jobs had so excited him, he was asking for them twice a day. Now, it was once every other day, pretty soon, she was sure, it would be down to once a month. She had talked Harold into trying to give her oral sex. It hadn’t been all that bad, but he clearly didn’t enjoy it, and he stopped every couple of minutes to ask her if she’d had enough. Jamal, on the other hand, had seemed to love eating her pussy. Four days ago, Jamal had given Megan the first orgasm of her life, and then he had preceded to give her many more. God, I need to cum again, she thought. Then she remembered the video.

Megan ran to the bedroom, removed the interracial video from it’s hiding spot, and quickly returned to the couch. She rewound it and hit play, then remembering the coffee, she ran to the kitchen to get herself a cup missing the title screen.

Megan leaned back on the couch watching the first scene with the guy that looked like Jamal and the blonde that resembled her. Something had been nagging at the back of her brain ever since Jamal had taught her that oral sex wasn’t adultery and she thought the answer was somewhere in the movie. All the big black cocks in the movie were making her horny and she wondered briefly what a really big cock looked like, since Jamal had said that these guy’s nine and ten inch rods were about average sized. He had also called men bigger then Harold, tiny or half-men. She wondered what it would be like to have a cock as big as Jamal’s inside her and tried to picture the doctor with a big penis. The image in Megan’s mind caused her to giggle, because she could only picture Harold with a big black cock. She had never seen a white cock that was averaged sized, so she had trouble coming up with an image of a big white one in her mind.

Megan leaned back and undid her towel. She wasn’t a very sensual person, but for the first time, she began touching her own body in a sexual way. She tweaked her nipples with her fingers as she watched her favorite scene in the movie. The white wife on the screen, had been the one who resisted the most. The black gang leader had pushed her down on the bed and began slowly removing his clothes while the panic striken blonde looked on. “That can’t be real!” she exclaimed upon seeing his cock. She struggled to get away, but the strong black man forced her to her knees and shoved his cock in her mouth. She tried to fight it, but after awhile the woman got into sucking him off. She came back to reality when he said it was time to fuck her.

Megan ran her hands down her stomach and into her curly blonde pubic hairs. She knew that it was wrong, but Megan pushed her two fingers into her pussy, when the man on the screen pushed his cock into the woman for the first time. The woman screamed, “Nooo, I’m married, I can’t cheat on my husband.” The woman was crying and struggling saying “No” over and over again, until the black man’s thrusts began to produce results. Her “No’s” changed to “Yes’s” and she began to fuck him back, after awhile screaming, “This can’t be happening. I’m cuummming!”

Megan was running her finger around her clit rapidly to the erotic scene before her. She saw the black man pull his cock out and he sprayed the slut’s belly with a load of semen that rivaled Jamal’s. Megan came when he did, crying out with joy at experiencing another orgasm. How can it be a sin, when it feels so good. Megan felt a great relief spread through her mind and body when she orgasmed. She now knew a way to make herself cum, so that if she was never able to orgasm with Harold in the future, she could still give herself satisfaction. She hoped that the new sexual positions they were going to try tonight worked since she really wanted to experience an orgasm with the man she loved.

Megan relaxed and decided to pay attention to what they were saying in the movie. All the sluts were saying things like, “oh dear god! You’re twice as big as my husband,” or “I love your black cock, it’s so much bigger then my husband’s.” It ended with the one wife looking at the camera and saying, “Black cocks are the best.”

Megan pondered over what all this ment. The movie seemed to be saying that black men are so good in bed, that even the sanctity of marriage didn’t matter. Course, Jamal had said that you can’t take these movies too seriously. Oh well, she’d have to give it more thought later, but for now she had to get dressed.

Megan dressed and began blow drying her hair, while planning her days shopping trip. She had to get some groceries and she had promised Harold that she would buy some sexy red lingerie to wear for him tonight. Jamal had put the idea into her head the day he had given her the blow job lesson, though he prefered white lingerie.

She wanted the doctor nice and excited for when they tried sex “doggy style” tonight. Something about being on your knees, at the mercy of a man fucking you from behind really excited her.

She grabbed her car keys off the counter and paused seeing Jamal out in his back yard. He was just puttering around doing nothing and she realized she was missing her tanning session. She had only spoken to him a couple times since the last lesson and he seemed very interested in how things were going with the doctor. It was nice having a best friend that cared so much for her. She left for the grocery store.

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Last night hadn’t gone as planned. The doctor hadn’t seemed to like her white lingerie very much. She told him she wasn’t happy with the red lingerie they were selling and would try somewhere else. Harold hadn’t seemed too interested in sex that night and she had taken his litle penis into her mouth to make him hard enough to fuck her from behind. Unfortunately, he had squirted his small load into her mouth after a couple minutes. She had tried wrapping her big breasts around his penis to make him hard again, but nothing had worked. She also found it funny that his penis completely disappeared when surrounded by her large tits. Megan spent another restless night. It had been over two months now since she had felt his penis in her pussy and she was growing even more desperate.

The next day, she got up and instead of putting on her bikini, she put on the lingerie. She would ask Jamal what was wrong with it, she thought as she rolled up the lacy white nylons and hooked them to the garter. He wasn’t in the yard, oddly enough, and she put on a coat and walked over towards his back door.

She knocked and waited a few minutes before hearing his heavy footfalls approaching the door. She saw the door open and said, “Hi J-.” She stopped, he was completely naked, his fully erect cock all glistening and shiny before her all covered in some kind of lubrication. He had odviously been masturbating

“Hi Megan.” he said smling down at the white woman staring at his cock, completely fixated on it. Underneath her coat, he saw her legs. covered in lacy white nylons and arched his eyebrows in delight. “Come on in,” he said turning into his house. He watched her eyes follow his cock and like a zombie she followed it into his house.

“So Megan, not sunbathing today?” he asked as they sat down on the couch.

She shook her head, still staring at his cock now pointing straight up as he sat next to her. This was also the time of day, Jamal usually did his yard work and she would of been worried enough to check on him if he wasn’t in the yard while she was sunbathing. He must be real horny to stay inside like this.

“How you been? Is Harold treating you any better?

She finally looked up at him. “Jamal, why are you naked?” she asked.

“I got real horny watching a video,” he replied. “Want me to go put some pants on?”

“No!” she said, a little too hastily. “It’s alright by me.” Though it is a little hard to carry on a casual conversation with a 12″ black cock dangling before your eyes, she thought.

“Yeah, I saw it was you and… well you’ve seen me naked before and when this thing gets hard it stays hard until I cum, plus it’s really uncomfortable shoving it into a pair of pants, I didn’t bother getting dressed.”

“I understand,” she responded.

“So Megan, what brings you over here?”

“I wanted to show you something.”

“Go ahead,” he said eagerly.

She stood up and began removing her coat. “I want you to tell me what’s wrong with this outfit,” she said removing her coat. “Harold didn’t seem to care for it.”

“Harolds an idiot, you look incredible” he said staring at her in awe. She stood before him clad in a small lacy white bra and panties. A matching garter surrounded her thin waist just below her navel. She was a dream come to life.

“Thanks,” she said blushing at the compliment. “I thought it looked nice, but he wanted red.”

“I prefer white,” he said smirking at her. “I thought you had bought that for me for a minute.”

She let out a nervous laugh to match his chuckling. There had been plenty of red outfits, but something had drawn her to the white. “So what are you watching thats got you so horny,” she said trying to change the subject and sitting back down.

“Please leave it off,” he said noticing she was reaching for her coat. She smiled at him and left it off. “I’m just watching another porn. It’s about something I really enjoy, but my wife doesn’t really care for it.

“Show me?” she asked, wondering what the very open-minded Betina could be bothered by.

She saw him hit play and there on the screen was another black man fucking a white girl from behind. She saw Jamal’s hand go straight to his cock.

Megan crossed her fingers and gulped, hoping he wouldn’t reject her. “J-Jamal, why don’t you let me take care of that for you?”

“I’d love it Megan,” he said delighted, “But you don’t have to.”

Megan got to her knees and crawled over to him, his cock seemed to quiver in anticipation. She felt complete as soon as her hand wrapped around the thick rod. She bent forward and ran her tongue around the head and up and down the sides. She paused long enough to say, “I really enjoy sucking on your cock. Feel free to call me whenever you want me to do it.” She saw Jamal nod eagerly and she grinned knowing that once his cock was in her mouth, he wouldn’t have been able to say no. He really was quite naive.

She swallowed his entire cock in her mouth, noticing it tasted like strawberries and was becoming warm in her mouth. She looked up at him questioningly and he told her that it was called “motion lotion” and it heated up when friction was applied. She returned to blowing him, thinking that his natural taste and odor were better then the strawberries. He began bucking his hips and she noticed his eyes were riveted to the screen.

Curious, Megan nibbled on the side of his cock so that she could watch the screen. The black guy was still fucking the blonde from behind. Are there any black men with small cocks, she thought looking at the screen? It was big, thick, and moving rapidly in and out of… “Oh my god!” she cried out. “He’s fucking her ass!”

“Yeah,” said Jamal. “This is an all anal video. Betina really doesn’t enjoy doing it, but I love it.”

Megan was facinated. She quit blowing Jamal and sat at his feet slowly stroking his cock with one hand while watching the movie. The men were all well-hung blacks and the women all white. “Is this another gag gift from a friend?”

“No,” said Jamal. “I bought this myself. I’ve been thinking about white women a lot lately.”

Megan found herself becoming aroused by the action on screen. The women all seemed to struggle at first, but once the cocks were all in, they seemed to enjoy it. “I thnk I’d like to try this,” she said watching the screen.

“Harold’s a lucky man to have you,” Jamal told her and he patted her head as she continued stroking his cock. “You just be sure to use plenty of lubrication, because it always hurts the first time.

Megan watched the screen, “Jamal is it hard to do?”

“Only for the woman. It is quite painful, but that fades quickly. The few women who let men do it to them, end up loving it.”

“Jamal,” she said seriously. “Would you be willing to teach me how to do it?”

“Sure Meg,” he said. “Take your bra and panties off and get down on your hands and knees. Do me a favor and leave the garters and nylons on.”

Her heart was beating rapidly as she removed her bra and unhooked the garters long enough to slide down her panties. Megan hadn’t thought twice about strpping before him this time. She got down on her hands and knees. Her pussy was soaked as she thought about what she was about to do. This was the position that she had wanted to try with Harold.

Jamal grabbed the bottle of motion lotion and kneeled behind her. She shivered in anticipation as he rested his foot long monster between her cheeks. “Wait Jamal,” she said. “Anal sex isn’t cheating, right?”

“Of course not Megan,” he replied as he poured the gooey red liquid all over his cock and her ass. “We wouldn’t be doing this if it was cheating.”

Jamal removed his cock from her cheeks and leaned forward, blowing softly on her ass. He was rewarded by a soft moan from Megan as the motion lotion began heating up. He ran his finger down her crack, teasing the cute little rosebud of her ass. He felt her shiver as he pushed just the tip of his finger into her ass. He twirled it around in circles, trying to loosen her up a little before pushing his finger in up to the knuckle. Megan seemed to like it, pushing her ass back to get more of his finger inside. He obliged her and pushed all his finger in. He heard her sigh when he pulled it out. Jamal pushed two fingers in and she tensed up with a moments pain as he pushed both fingers all the way in.

Megan moaned from the pleasure coming form her ass. Her entire rectum was tingling as he continued to blow in her crack and his fingers pushed the motion lotion deep inside her.

Jamal decided that she was as ready as she was going to get and kneeled up again, resting his cock back on her cheeks. He poured more lotion on his cock and rubbed it all around making sure it was completely lubricated.

Megan smiled and closed her eyes as she felt Jamal pushing down on his cock as he slid it between her cheeks. This was what she wanted, to be kneeling before a man with her crotch thrust up, to be used for his pleasure. She moaned as his cock slid down to her rosebud, poised to enter her. “Oh Jamal,” she moaned, “please put it in.” She clenched her eyes tight as she felt him push down so that the head began to enter her, stretching her wide. Megans eyes flew open when the pain hit, this wasn’t what she had expected. “Jamal stop! It hurts.” Jamal hadn’t heard her and she pushed up on her hands to crawl away, crying out as her action pushed another inch inside. She tried to crawl forward, but his strong hands gripped her waist, holding her tight. She let out a little scream as he pushed yet another inch inside. His cock was so hard and unbendable that her ass yielded to it, stretching out even further. “Jamal,” she said crying. “Please pull it out. I changed my mind.

“Shut up and take it slut,” he yelled. “Once you give your ass to a man there’s no going back.” He looked down at his cock and saw that about four inches was disappearing into her stretched out ass hole. The thickest part was inside, so that the worst of it was over. She tried to struggle again and he held her still as he began pushing more in. “Don’t worry, I’m only going as deep as your husband will. You should be grateful.”

Megan cried out again as he pushed eight inches in. The pain wasn’t as bad now, but it was still uncomfortable. “I l-lied,” she sobbed. “Harold’s penis is only four inches. Please take it out.” Megan jumped when his hand smacked down on her ass cheek and then he switched and spanked her other cheek.

“This is for lying slut,” he growled as he rammed another two inches in. “Never lie to a man. Your purpose is to serve.”

Megan was huffing and puffing like a woman giving birth, as she tried to get used to it. He had stopped and was just holding her still with ten inches of his steel hard cock buried in her ass.

She was begining to think that she was doomed to spend life with his cock buried inside her as the minutes passed. The pain was slowly fading. Jamal was starting to scare her. His friendly demeanor was slowly disappearing with each lesson, to that of a strong, powerful man who used a womans body for his own pleasure, from grabbing her head to fuck her mouth to relentlessly pushing his giant black cock inside her ass. The heat from the lotion and the combination of pleasure and pain from her stinging ass cheeks began to produce results. Megan felt her juices dripping down her thighs and found she liked the thought of being taken by a man and serving him. Some of the tension left her and she softly moaned.

Jamal felt her sphincter relax and he began to slowly move his cock around inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass.”

“You didn’t say the magic word,” said Jamal holding his cock still again.

“Please fuck my ass.”

“That’s better,” he said with a smirk on his face. Jamal pulled his cock out so that the ridge of the head popped out and then he slammed ten inches back in. He began fucking her hard so that he was pushing her forwards, her nylon covered knees scraping the carpet. “You like having my cock in your ass. Don’t you slut?”

“Y-yes,” she said still huffing and puffing. “I love having your cock in my ass.”

“Would you like to cum, slut?”

“Y-yes p-please.”

“Then beg!” he shouted.

“P-please J-jamal,” she gasped. “Make me c-cum. I need to cum.”

Jamal grabbed her shoulder with one hand and brought his other down under her leg to her pussy, teasing her slit with his fingers. “If you want another A, your going to have to take it all.”

His teasing was driving her insane. “I want an A,” she cried. The pain returned briefly as he pushed his entire cock inside her, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt as his fingers entered her pussy and began playing wth her clit. It felt like her entire crotch was exploding as she had the biggest orgasm yet. Her ass and pussy clenched tight as she screamed with joy and collapsed, passing out.

She awoke to the relentless pounding of his cock in her ass. He was fucking her hard and fast, his big oversized balls slapping against her thighs. His fingers were still circling around her clit, slowly moving, waiting… Megan gasped feeling him swell up even bigger and his fingers speeded up again. His cock was so tightly held by her rectum that it couldn’t jump as he started cumming, but she felt the blood rushing through the large vein on the bottom and it was pumping, pumping her full of sperm. His fingers triggered another orgasm and she screamed once again from the unbelievable pleasure.

Megan finally felt him pull his cock out of her ass, hearing farting sounds as the trapped air was released. Her rectum didn’t seem to contract very much and she was afraid that it would remain a gaping hole forever. She looked back over her shoulder at her ass cheeks, still red from where he had spanked her.

Megan crawled over to her lingerie and stood up, feeling his sperm squirt out of her ass as her cheeks clenched. She didn’t bother getting dressed, putting her coat on around her nude body and shoving her underwear into the pocket.

“A+,” said Jamal as she passed him.

Megan just nodded walking to the door, Jamal following her.

She walked bowlegged back towards her house, feeling his semen squirting out with each step. Her legs could barely hold up her body weight and she looked down at them seeing that she had ripped her nylons around the knees. Now that the sexual high was gone she felt a little sick to her stomach. He had used her, calling her a slut and she had loved it. She looked back at him, still with awe, but the adoration was gone replaced by a look fear. Not fear of him, but fear of how her body was responding to him. Megan decided then, that she would avoid him and not look back.

She looked back… he was still watching her.

Chapter 4: The Final Lesson

Megan was a wreck as she saw her husband off to work, several days after Jamal had taught her about anal sex. She had played with the doctor’s little prick the previous two nights and he hadn’t been able to get an erection. Megan had gotten used to constantly yearning for a cock in her pussy, but she wasn’t used to needing a cock in her ass. She desperately wanted to get butt-fucked again. Finally, last night, Harold had gotten a partial erection. She had told him to put it in her ass and he had given her a look of such disgust, that he had made her feel ashamed of herself. With one beat of his heart, his erection had shrunk and he turned his back to her, to go to sleep. He had still seemed upset with her as he left for work this morning.

Jamal had lied to her. Something had been gnawing at her brain since the second lesson he had given her. Now it was odvious, He had lied about her sex life improving or… he didn’t no the truth himself. Harold, and the white men in the videos with their small penises, they could never truly satisfy a woman. Only big cocks, black cocks, could give a woman what she needs. Megan was doomed never to be satisfied during intercourse.

Jamal had scared her the last couple times they had been together. The first time, he had roughly grabbed her head and fucked her face like she was just an object designed to make him cum. Last time, he had slammed his entire cock into her ass, telling her that it was her purpose to serve men and calling her a slut. He had spanked her cheeks and she had told him how much she loved having his cock in her ass. Megan had felt completely used and humiliated by his treatment of her. Worse then that, she wanted him to do it again.

Megan decided at that moment, that if Jamal didn’t butt fuck her again, she’d go insane. She ran upstairs and took a quick shower. After drying her hair, she put some make-up on and grabbed her bath robe. She put the robe on over her nude body and walked out the back door.

Jamal answered his door after several knocks. He didn’t look the least bit surprised to see her and he stepped aside so that she could come in.

“So Megan,” he said, sitting down on the couch. “What can I do for you?”

Megan let the robe fall to the floor and said, “I want you to fuck my ass again.”

“But, I’ve already taught you how to do that,” he replied.

“The doctor won’t do it. I NEED you to shove your big cock in my ass again.”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Megan flushed with excitement and dropped to her hands and knees, turning around so that her cute little ass was pointed at him.

“Not yet,” he said. “First, I want you to crawl over to me and beg me to fuck your ass like the slut you are. Then, I want you to suck my cock until I tell you I’ve had enough.”

Megan felt humiliated, but her body was automatically responding to his commands. She felt the moistness between her legs as she crawled over towards him, but then she was always wet around Jamal.

“Please Jamal, fuck my ass,” she begged. “I need you to fuck my ass again. I need your big black cock inside me.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Becase I loved it,” she said, crying now, “and because my husband won’t do it.”

Jamal looked down at Megan. She was between his legs now and unbuttoning his pants. “Your husband’s a loser,” he said as she began pulling his trousers off. “He’ll never satisfy you with that little worm of his. He doesn’t even know how to kiss a woman.”

Megan nodded, it was all true. She yanked down his briefs, unconciously licking her lips as his big cock came into view. She watched it grow a little more with each beat of his pulse, before taking it once again into her mouth.

Jamal grabbed her blonde hair and held it off her face so that he could watch her suck him off. It felt great having a well-built woman kneeling before him, while swallowing his black monster into her pretty white face. He let her suck him for about twenty minutes before telling her to turn around.

Megan eagerly complied and quickly spun around. She felt him kneel behind her and then his cock’s plump head was nudging at her back door. “Oooww,” she jumped when he pushed the head in.

Jamal yanked it out and ran to the bathroom to get more lubrication. Her saliva wasn’t enough and he grabbed a bottle of skin cream out of the medicine cabinet. He was already rubbing it into his cock when he returned to her. He made sure it was completely covered and then rubbed some into her ass. His cock went in a lot easier this time.

**********

Several months later.

The doctor had actually taken a vacation. She hadn’t had Jamal’s cock in her ass for six days and she was going crazy. The past few months had been wonderful. Two or three times a week, she would go next door and suck Jamal off or let him fuck her ass. Several times, Jamal even fucked her ass right after cummng once already in her mouth. The man was incredible. The only good thing about Harold’s vacation was that he was hornier then usual and they had slept together twice in the last week. She didn’t have an orgasm either time. Come to think of it, she had never had an orgasm with the doctor. Jamal alway made sure she came several times whenever he was with her.

Megan had been trying to tan, but the lawn boy was sick and Harold had decided to mow the lawn himself, disturbing her. His weak little legs struggling to push the mower annoyed her and moping she walked back inside the house. Seconds later, the doorbell rang.

Megan opened it and was surprised to see Jamal standing there wearing only his bathing suit. “Jamal, what are you doing here?”

The big black man pushed his way inside and pulled Megan into the living room. “Hurry Megan,” he said, dropping his suit. “Bend over.”

“B-but the doctor?”

“Bend over the couch and watch him through the back door.”

Megan nodded enthusiasticly and quickly stripped off her bikini. She bent over the couch and watched Harold struggling with the mower, through the large sliding glass door of their house, while Jamal stroked his cock.. Her pussy was dripping in anticipation of the butt fucking she was about to get.

Jamal rubbed his cock between her cheeks, causing it to grow to full erection. He looked at the quarter-sized hole that had once been her virgin ass-hole and positioned the tip of his cock on it. He pushed down, watching her ass stretching to accomodate him and feeling his dry cock scrape along the sides.

“Owww,” she screamed, jumping at the friction. “Jamal, you didn’t lubricate it.”

“Shit! I forgot it.”

“What are we going to do?” she cried frantically. “Harold isn’t going to be much longer. We need to hurry.”

Jamal sneered down at the stupid white slut’s ass arched up to receive him. “I know,” he said, “let me put it in your pussy. That will make it good and wet.”

“Good idea,” said Megan without thinking. “Just hurry.” She couldn’t wait to have Jamal’s cock nice and wet, so he could shove it in her ass.

Jamal couldn’t believe it was finally about to happen. He had wanted to fuck a white girl his entire life and now he was about to fuck just about the hottest white slut he had ever seen. He pushed down on his steel hard rod and placed the head on the entrance to her vagina. He slowly pushed it in, seeing her pussy open up to swallow his cock, her muscles clenching around it, trying to suck him in. They both moaned in pleasure as he pushed about four inches into her hot, wet hole.

Megan’s eyes flew open as soon as the head penetrated her. She hadn’t imagined sex could feel this good. Jamal had quickly pushed his cock in as deep as Harold had ever been, but the thick, black cock in her pussy felt so much better then her husband’s limp little noodle ever could. The pleasure was so good, that it brought her to her senses, and she realized she was about to sin. Megan could feel an orgasm growing and if she didn’t stop Jamal now she would experience her first orgasm during intercourse, from a cock that wasn’t her husbands.

“Jamal, please take it out,” she begged.

“Tell me you don’t love having this cock in your pussy.”

Megan shook her head in denial of how good it felt. “No, I love it, she sobbed in frustration, “but We’re cheating.”

“Oh god Megan, you’re right,” he said pulling it out.

Megan felt his cock slowly sliding out of her pussy. The pleasure center of her brain was screaming at her to put it back in. She felt the fat head of his cock starting to stretch out her lips, but instead of pulling it out, he buried about half his cock back in. Her pussy squeeezed down on the thick six inches inside, trying to hold it in, and before Megan could protest again, the orgasm exploded from her body, causing her to cry out with joy.

“Harold, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed once she had recovered.

“Fuck the doctor,” Jamal said working another inch in. “White men don’t know nothing about pussy. Only a black cock can give you what you really need. Your pussy belongs to me now.”

He was right. The movies had shown her how different white and black men were during sex. The women had all tried to fight it, but it hadn’t been any use and they had submitted to the black men. Just like she was now.

“Oh fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me with that big black cock. Your so much bigger then my husband.”

Megan couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a real cock in her pussy. The joy she felt from feeling Jamal’s cock spasming inside her mouth as he came or pumping her ass full of semen, was nothing compared to having him inside her pussy. He had worked about ten inches inside and her orgasms were cumming like a series of firecrackers.

His white slut was fucking him back, raisng her hips to match his thrusts and Jamal decided she was ready to earn her last A. He grabbed her hips and pulled his cock out of her until the head was poised at her opening, before slamming one hard, foot long, black cock into her pussy. She screamed and bucked for about 30 seconds, but he just held on until she calmed down and started fucking him back again.

Jamal looked out the window and figured he only had about twenty minutes until the doctor finished mowing the yard. He worked his thumb into her ass-hole and began fucking her hard and fast, hearing the slapping sounds of his balls on her thighs.

“Your tight pussy gets an A+, slut,” he said.

After awhile, Megan could feel his cock getting bigger. “My pussy belongs to you now,” she moaned. “I only want your cock from now on.”

The sperm was moving up from his balls fast and he bellowed as his cock begin to jerk inside her pussy, filling it with his cum.

Megans eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she wailed loudly as her biggest orgasm yet exploded within her, when she felt his sperm hosing the back of her pussy. Her scream was so loud that Harold had stopped the mower and was looking around. She saw him shut it off and he began walking towards the house.

Jamal had seen him too. He pulled his cock out and quickly put on his bathing suit. He said, “Straight A’s, baby,” as he playfully smacked her ass, before running out the front door.

Megan could barely move. She was frozen to the couch, with her ass thrust up over the side, but the doctor was getting closer, so she limped bow-legged towards the bathroom while cupping her hands under her pussy to keep Jamal’s sperm from pouring out and staining the carpet.

Once safely in the bathroom she began to clean herself up. I’m gonna need more of that by the end of the week, she thought. “Fuck that,” she said out-loud. “I’m going back tomorrow.”

The woman in the video was right. Black cocks are the best.

Megan had graduated.

Frank now brought a second finger down to assist in his assault on her sleepy pussy. One finger pushed her tiny hood out of the way, while the other ran slow, lazy circles around her now-unprotected clit. Latina drew in another deep, icy breath. He was not going to get to her, no way, not this morning. She squeezed her legs and thighs together even tighter. But she was too late: his fingers were already on her clit; they were not about to retreat in surrender. Especially since he could now feel that very first drop of internal moisture streaking, like a single tear-drop, down the length of his finger.

Now he really started to fight unfairly. He tried to push his middle finger down further, to invade the fleshy interior folds of her pussy. They could not push their way past her tightly-squeezed thighs, so he brought his thumb down to continue running slow circles around her clit, and then pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Several more drops of creamy liquid lust slid down his fingers. Momentarily distracted, Latina forgot to squeeze her thighs, giving Frank’s middle finger just enough space to slip into her now. Feeling his finger slowly sliding in and out of her inner-most and secretive recesses, Latina now realized that she had lost both the battle, and the whole war, to get that extra hour of sleep.

Latina bravely tried to keep her legs tightly locked, but she knew deep in her heart that this was just a futile gesture of a beaten warrior, stubbornly refusing to concede defeat just yet. After about five minutes of his finger massaging her inner depths, and his thumb circling and squeezing her clit, her pussy betrayed her (as it almost always DID) by emanating loud squishy noises of desire. Completely in spite of herself, Latina now spread her legs apart widely, and let Frank’s fingers have free reign to roam wherever they wanted, both outside and inside of her now-soaking-wet, desperately-horny pussy, as she continued to grasp and massage his massive shaft, and to cup his enormous, come-swollen balls.

Frank now gently rolled Latina onto her back, and he lay face-down beside her, his lips sweetly brushing hers. In this position, he could (and did) slip his middle finger even deeper into her now. She could feel his pulsating hardness through the sheets, causing their whole mattress to quake. She sat up and pulled her filmy, flimsy, translucent negligee over her head, then she laid down on her back, completely naked now.

Frank slowly kissed all around her soft but firm 38C breasts, her 3-inch-wide reddish-brown areolas, and her hard 1/2-inch nipples. Then he kissed her navel and her tummy, her thick, dark bush, and her creamy, mocha-toned thighs, all the while continuing to massage her inner walls with his long, thin middle finger, and to rub his thumb in circles on her clit, as she soaked his hand and fingers with her horny dampness. She writhed on the bed in uncontrolled fits of horny desire, and she moaned Frank’s name repeatedly.

Madame Zora’s voice called to her in her mind now, and it seemed the perfect time for Latina to use her newly- acquired trio of magic words, in precisely the pleading, whiny tone that they had practiced in class. “Eeeeeattt me! PLLLLEASSSSE!” Madame Zora had been right, when the moment was right, those three magic words, and the required pleading tone, really DID come to her naturally, effortlessly. She repeated the three magic words again: “EAT me! Eat me, PUUULLLLEEEASE!”

The powerful magic of these three words worked even better than Latina had dared to hope. Frank moved his kisses from her inner thighs, directly onto her clit. His lips felt exquisite against her growing horniness. But she really wanted that long, strong tongue of his, so she repeated the second-most powerful magic words in the universe a third time: “Eat me! PLEASE!” Frank’s magical tongue finally rolled slowly past his still-kissing lips, massaging the very tip of her expanding love button, then swirling over her in circles and other creative geometric shapes, as his now-victorious fingers continued their relentless assault on her hot, wet, interior.

“Eat me! PLEASE eat me!” Latina repeated for a fourth time, as Frank’s lips wrapped around her swollen, pulsating clit, and he began gently nibbling at her pleasure center. The magic of her powerful words was working on Frank as well as on her, as it was now difficult to tell whose moans of pleasure and desire were louder. And the quaking that Frank’s rhythmically-pulsating cock was causing against the mattress, seemed to grow ever more frequent.

Frank slid his palm under Latina’s ass cheeks, and lifted them off the mattress. Latina planted the bottoms of her feet flat against the top of the mattress, and used all of her leg and thigh muscles to push her damp pussy higher and higher off the bed, deeper and deeper into Frank’s face, as his lips, teeth, and tongue continued to work their own powerful magic all over her throbbing clit, her wide- stretched pussy lips, and her moist inner walls.

With one final upward thrust of her thighs, and sideways sway of her hips, Latina let out her loudest moaning groan yet, and flooded Frank’s mouth with her no-longer- containable lust. If those three magic words, “Eat me, please!” could make Latina feel THIS good, she couldn’t WAIT to learn the next three magic words, which Madame Zora had promised contained even MORE powerful magic for her and her loving man.

Even before her torrent of juices stopped flowing out of her, Frank was already lying atop her, rubbing his magnificently-hard cock back and forth over the entrance to her wide-open love tunnel.

She wrapped her hands around his waist, and her legs around his firm, exquisitely-chiseled butt, and rolled him flat on his back. She wrapped her fist around his thick shaft, and she eased her slicked-up pussy slowly down over him, a millimeter at a time.

When just his thick, fleshy cock head had slipped past her wide-open pussy lips, Latina found herself reverting to the FIRST set of magic words that Madame Zora had taught her, whispering a sweet “I love you” in Frank’s ear.

As the first inch of hard, throbbing shaft slid into her, she said “I love you” in a normal, conversational tone. Another inch in, another increase in volume as she repeated “I love you.” These words had slightly less magic than “Eat me, please,” it was true, but the power of these magic words was plenty sufficient for Latina right now. By the time that he completely filled her up, Latina was shaking and twitching from head to toe, moaning uncontrollably, and just about bellowing her screams of “I love you” at the top of her lungs, and immensely enjoying the powerful magic that her few simple words were unleashing inside of her body, and deep in her soul.

Meanwhile, she also began slowly sliding herself up and down over his long, thick pleasure-giver, gradually increasing the pace. He grabbed her left hip in his right palm, and began pushing her down on him and lifting her up, rhythmically, very slowly at first, then with gathering speed. The whole time, he was rolling and pinching her right nipple between his left middle and fore fingers.

Frank now grabbed her left hip forcefully, and pulled her downward with one quick stroke, while his own hips thrust powerfully upward. This was all she could take now, more pent-up horniness than she could bear for one second longer, and she quickly released her second flood of love juices all over the outside of his deeply-buried shaft, just as he began to flood her interior chambers with his own hot stickiness.

Latina bent down now, and began showering his lips, neck, and chest with appreciative kisses, even as his cock remained buried deeply inside of her and throbbing-away madly. This was her one and only man she loved, her kindred spirit, her soulmate. Their shared intimacy, helped along by Madame Zora’s three magic words, had once more proven how strong was the bond of love between them. Somewhat to her surprise, and to his, Frank exploded once more, nearly as powerfully as his first time. Latina didn’t know why this should surprise her: she and Frank shared such a strong love and lust, that they both frequently experienced multiple orgasms during their late-night, early-morning, and mid-day rendezvous. It was just surprising that a magical incantation of “Eat me, please!”, meant entirely for her benefit, had brought her husband such joy and pleasure as well.

Latina’s pussy was so filled with her own juices and Frank’s, that his second orgasmic eruption had no place to go except to ooze down along his still-buried shaft, out past her pussy lips (which were now tightly stretched around his still-hard shaft), and all over her thighs, and his. A few drops of their well-blended liquid passion even dribbled down onto the bed sheet.

Latina felt so good, so loved, so fulfilled, that her pussy muscles now began squeezing tightly around his cock, then releasing, squeezing then releasing, as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of her, and to throb rhythmically against her moist inner walls. After about ten more minutes of him thrusting and throbbing, and her squeezing and releasing, they both came for their third time of the evening, and she collapsed on top of him.

Finally, sore and satisfied, Frank began to soften just a little, and he began to slowly, carefully withdraw, not wishing to hurt either of their now extremely-sensitive but deeply-contented genitals. They both lay side-by-side on their backs, her head nuzzling his chest, as they held hands and tried to drift back to sleep. They had been holding hands and relaxing, cooling-down, for less than five minutes, when the alarm went off. They had been making love for about 50 minutes: yes, time sure DOES fly when you’re having fun!

The whole rest of the day at work, Latina wondered what three magic words Madame Zora had for next, that promised even more wonderful magic than the indescribably-powerful magic that Frank and Latina had just shared from those three simple monosyllables: “Eat me, please!”

* * * * *

Lesson 3

“Did you practice last week’s lesson?” Madame Zora asked.

“Oh, YES! Yes!” Latina gushed. “Oh, thank you, thank you SO much for that lesson. Those are TRULY three powerful words!”

“I take it, then, that all went exceedingly well?”

Latina closed her eyes and relived the adventure in her mind. “Mmmmm!” she swooned, “YYYYEEESSS, exceedingly well!”

“And he did as you asked, and ate you out REAL good?”

“Mmmmmm-HHHHMMMM!” Latina agreed dreamily.

“And when he was all done eating your sweet pussy, what did you want to do?”

“I wanted to be held in his strong, loving arms, and to hold him in my arms, and to wrap my legs around his tight butt as we made sweet love. I wanted to make love with him.”

“You wanted to do WHAT?” Madame Zora asked.

“Make love with him.”

“What?”

“I wanted to make love with him.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“All right, I wanted him to FUCK me! Is that better? I wanted him to FUCK me deep, hard, and fast. There, is that what you wanted me to say? I wanted–no, I NEEDED, I desperately HUNGERED, for him to FUCK me with that big, thick, magnificent cock of his that I love so much. I NEEDED him to FUCK me, right away, I just couldn’t wait one second longer! I admit it, I never needing a FUCKING more desperately than I did at that moment, OK? And he did, he fucked me SSSOOO good, thrusting so HARD and FAST. Mmmmm!”

“Very good, Latina, VERY good! Because that leads me to my next three magic words. Unlike the last set, ‘Eat me, please,’ which have to be whined to have their maximum magical power, these next three magic words have the same incredible magic power no matter HOW you say them. When you start to get uncontrollably horny, you can whisper these three magic words in his ear: ‘Fuck me, baby.’ When he starts to give it to you, you can emphasize the first word: ‘FUCK me, baby!’ When you want to make sure he knows that you need him to focus on YOUR pleasure, you can emphasize the second word: ‘Fuck ME, baby!’ When he is pistoning in and out of you at 90,000 miles an hour, and you feel about to explode all over him, you can bark it out like a drill sergeant ordering around a new Marine Corps recruit: ‘FUCK ME, BABY!’ You can pant it out in breathless exhilaration: ‘Fuck me, bbbbaaaabbby!’ You can even whine it out, like the previous three words I taught you: ‘Ohhhhh, ffffuuuuccckkk me, ba-a-a-a-bbbb-eeee!’ There is simply no WRONG way to use these three words, so powerful is their magic, the magic that they contain and unleash. Try it with your Frank, you’ll SEE how powerful an effect these three magic words really can have with your man.”

“OK, you’ve told me lots of ways to use these words. But how do I know WHEN to use them?” Latina asked.

“You’ve already answered that yourself,” Madame Zora replied. “The magic words I’ve been teaching you have all been sequential. You start by getting him to say ‘I love you’, then reply ‘I love you’, then when the kissing, hugging, fondling, and petting gets really heavy, you let fly the second set of magic words, a whiny, pleading ‘Eat me, please.’ If he has any talent at all with his tongue–”

“Oh, that’s NO problem at all. His tongue sends me into thrashing, moaning, dripping ecstasy every time he eats me out, until all I want him to do, all I can even THINK about, is feeling his long, thick rod pumping fast and hard in and out of me.”

“Precisely. And that’s when–”

“When I should say these new magic words, ‘Fuck me, baby’. I get it.”

“Precisely. I knew you were a fast learner.”

Latina reached into her micro-mini cut-off jeans shorts and began repeating her newly-learned magic words, while massaging her dampening pussy: “Fuck me, baby. FUCK me, baby! Fuck MMMMEEEEE, baby!”

Then she interrupted herself: “Umm, excuse me, Madame Zora?”

“Yes?”

“Can we end class early, like right now? I’m getting so HORNY all of the sudden, and all I want to do right now is rush home and jump on my Frank, and BEG him to fuck me. Is it OK if I go do that, like RIGHT now?”

“Is it OK? Is it OK! Why, I INSIST on it! That is your homework assignment, to use your newest magic words and report back to me on what effect they had with your husband. Go, go, hurry home now, young lady. Hurry, and get yourself completely and thoroughly fucked, like yo’ve never been fucked before. Go right NOW, and HURRY home!”

Latina likely broke every speed-limit law scurrying home now, and in record time, she slipped into her favorite of all the sexy lingerie that Frank was always buying her. It featured a shiny, satiny purple bra with peekaboo cut-outs for her long, hard nipples, these holes encircled with dainty white lace, and topped with white bows above each nipple. This was paired with a matching purple-satin crotchless panty, a purple lace garter belt, and sheer black-mesh fishnet stockings. The whole was then covered with a wispy purple baby-doll, held closed at the front by two white ribbons. A pair of purple open-toed, spiked-heel slippers, topped with purple feathers over the toes, completed the outfit.

Latina emerged from the bathroom to find that Frank, too, had changed clothes. He was in a light-blue denim shirt, with the top two buttons open to reveal just a hint of the luxurious carpet of his chest hair, which she loves to run her fingers, lips, and tongue over. He also had on microscopically-short white corduroy shorts, showing off the vast expanse of slender, muscular, hairy legs that seemed to make up most of his 5′10″ height, legs that always felt SSSOOOO good when wrapped around her torso, legs that so beautifully framed his long, thick, delectable treat that she loved to suck. Legs that, if she used her magic phrases properly, would soon enough be powering the strong, deep, rapid thrusts for which she was already starting to hunger.

Latina stood facing Frank, and began softly, delicately kissing first his upper lip, then his lower, softly sucking on each lip in turn, before pressing her entire mouth firmly against his in a series of ever more exciting kisses. Frank’s lips parted ever so slightly, and Latina’s tongue slowly uncoiled into his mouth. Frank pulled away just long enough to whisper “I love you” before hugging her close and returning her French kisses.

Latina, meanwhile, continued to unbutton Frank’s shirt, and when she reached the lowest button, she yanked his shirt- tails free of the waistband of his tiny shorts, and began a slow, circular massage of his chest with her open palm.

Frank gently pushed Latina down onto their queen-size bed, and placed a pillow behind her neck. Then he slowly sauntered over to their entertainment center, and pressed the PLAY button. A slow, seductive saxophone solo began to softly wail from their stereo.

“What are you doing, dear?” Latina asked.

“Just sit back and enjoy the show, honey,” Frank smiled, leaning over her at the edge of their bed.

Frank slowly, seductively slid his short denim shirt sleeves down his arms, in rhythm to the sax solo, his slender waist slowly gyrating, bumping, and grinding the whole time. He then tossed his shirt down to her on the bed. Instinctively, she caught the shirt, and held it to her face, breathing in the intoxicating scent of masculine musky sweat and his sweet cologne.

Frank pointed to the shiny brass snap at the top of his skimpy white corduroy shorts, then hooked both thumbs inside the waistband at the front of his shorts.

“Yes,” Latina answered to Frank’s unspoken question. “Oh, yes, please unsnap those shorts. I’m DYING to see what you’ve got underneath there.” Sure, she had seen it, held it, sucked it, and been fucked by it so many times in three years, but right now, she just wanted to see his manhood yet again. Her desire was every bit as strong now, as the very FIRST time she anticipated seeing his bare cock, on their fourth date.

Hearing the slight tinge of horny desperation in his wife’s voice, Frank decided to tease just a bit longer, and he began running one finger after another up and down the front of his zipper, letting Latina see the front of his tight shorts growing ever tighter, as his ridge grew both longer and wider with each stroke of his fingers. But soon he realized that if he didn’t get on with his private strip- tease, his own horniness would get out of control. So with his thumbs still hooked into his waistband, he unsnapped his corduroy shorts.

Latina reached up with both hands, grabbing his zipper and starting to slowly glide it downward.

Frank lightly and playfully slapped his wife’s hand. “Nuh, uh, uh!” he chided. “Mustn’t touch the stripper. You can LOOK, but don’t touch!”

Frank’s fingers now completed the work his wife had started, opening his zipper and slowly skimming his shorts down his legs. He then kicked-off his shorts, past his sexy feet and long, slender toes, revealing the red-hot silky boxers underneath.

Getting into the game now, Latina reached into Frank’s wallet on the nightstand, and pulled out a crisp, new twenty dollar bill, curling it up like a cigar, and gently slipping it into the waistband of his fiery-red boxers.

“What do you want me to do for that twenty dollars?” Frank teased.

Getting more and more into playing the role of a patron at a male stripper show, Latina cat-called “Take it off! Take it all off!”

Frank crawled up on the bed, on his knees, straddling her 38C breasts, which were so beautifully framed by her purple satin peekaboo bra. “Why don’t you take it off of me yourself?” Frank challenged.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to touch the stripper?” Latina giggled, pulling his wasitband away from his tummy and slowly sliding the red boxers down his legs, using both hands. The twenty dollar bill slowly fluttered downward from Frank’s shorts, landing atop the cut-out hole for her excited, swollen left nipple. Frank slid his boxers past one ankle, and then the other. He twirled them playfully around one finger, before tossing his boxers neatly into the open drawer of their nightstand. Underneath, Frank wore the tiniest, sexiest, high-cut men’s bikini briefs, a medium-grey cotton. Latina tossed her head from side to side, hoping to catch even the faintest glimpse of his big, hairy balls between his beautifully-muscular thighs. His thighs, and the crotch of his tiny briefs, were so temptingly close to her face as he straddled her bustline, yet they were just out of reach of her hungry lips and tongue.