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Part 1: NOW…

The rain came down steadily that night. It had been coming down in heavy sheets almost two hours before. That’s when it had caused the most damage. It had turned the cottage roads into obstacle courses with pools of water and large branches and debris strewn across the gravel and asphalt. Wise travellers would have avoided trying to push through such a torrent. But there would always be a few who had “no choice” or a “good reason” to challenge the elements. Some make it through just fine.

Some don’t.

The old blue cube van had been pushed back just barely across the road’s shoulder. It was only a few feet away from a water-filled sink hole that had formed during the storm, cutting off the secluded stretch of old country road for the evening. The grill of the van had branches and leaves sticking out of it, evidence of a challenge fought and lost to the aforementioned pool it was now looking at.

Inside the van, two people sat across from each other in the rear cargo area, staring at one another. Her name was Lena Kim, 22 year old senior trying to get home after aborting a trip to a cottage with a friend. His name was Marko Alves, 26 year old contractor also heading in the same direction coming from the same cottage. The van belonged to someone he sometimes considered a friend, a lot of the time he just considered him to be an obnoxious prick.

Lena and Marko had met at the cottage just earlier that afternoon but hadn’t really spoken to one another that much while they were there. Somehow they ended up in the van driving for about an hour and a half before the storm had killed it. They’d been sitting in the unusually decorated interior of the van’s cargo area, a couple of battery operated lights illuminating the compartment, for about an hour, the smell of alcohol lightly pervading the air. So really, they had known each other for maybe about 3 hours.

But the silence between them was thick now. Marko had a tight lipped smile on his rugged deep olive-skinned face. He focused his green eyes on Lena sitting on the floor across from him. She returned his gaze, but she didn’t have a smile. Her long, smooth-featured face was very stoic. Her small, but full-shaped lips were just slightly pursed. But it was her dark eyes, angled with a smooth lid often associated with the “Oriental” look, that might have revealed what she was thinking as they watched the man seated across from her.

Marko cocked his head slightly, raised an eyebrow to her and broke the silence. “So?” he simply said.

Her lips seemed to tighten as she drew a deep breath. She said nothing.

For Marko, he took that as a signal to start moving slowly towards her. His eyes never left hers as he leaned forward and reached his hand out and touched the toes of her outstretched foot. Lena’s eyes moved to his hand. She watched quietly as he proceeded to run his hand from her toes, across the top of her foot and then slowly up her smooth-shaved shin. He stopped at her knee. Her eyes were still on his hand but she didn’t move, didn’t protest. His smile deepened.

He slid his hand under her knee gently caressing the soft skin beneath it. He thought he felt her tremble ever so slightly. Then his warm hand slid up and out along her outer thigh. He shifted on his knees moving closer to her as he did.

Lena watched the man’s hand as it rolled over her leg and then touched the tender flesh of her inner thigh. His hand was rough. It moved very slowly, deliberately upward towards her crotch. Her breathing intensified. She stole a quick glance up at Marko, saw that his eyes and his pleased smile was fixed on her, before returning her gaze to the hand, ever moving upward. It stopped at the bottom lip of her shorts.

Still there was no response from her. Marko moved in closer now, his body, his face almost next to hers. His fingers slid underneath the leg of her shorts, pushing the material higher up her tanned, sensitive thigh. Her mouth slipped open now. He heard her breathing, watched her chest rise. She started to twist her hips ever so slightly.

But still no protest.

His fingers touched the outline of the crotch of her panties, flicked at it, lifting it up but going no further. The material was so soft, so fine.

Now she looked at him, realized his face was an inch from hers. She gulped softly. Blood rushed to her cheeks.

“You can tell me to stop if you want.” His voice was dry and husky as he said, “Go through or go back. Your choice.”

Her brows angled down sharply. How had she gotten herself into this position with this guy?

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Part 2: 8 HOURS BEFORE NOW…

Lena stepped out from the passenger side of the VW Beetle, pulling out her school bag. The look of concern on her face was noticeable only to her apparently as the driver, her friend Donna, stood on the other side of the vehicle with a very pleased look of her own.

“Thank God! Fresh air!” Donna declared running her hands through her short bobbed red hair. Then she stretched her arms out, soaking in the atmosphere of the cottage.

Lena was less enthused. “Why are there so many cars here?” she asked. Her voice was grim.

“Look at the trees! They’re huge!” Donna went on, “The lake! Oh my god! The lake is sooo nice!”

“Why are there so many cars here?” Lena repeated. There were about 10 cars crammed into the clearing around the cottage.

“Well,” Donna said, “I guess they belong to them.”

Lena had already figured that all the people scattered on the dock by the lake and on the cottage porch and in the hot tub had something to do with the cars. That wasn’t what she was asking.

“I thought it would just be 5 or 6 people from school. And girls only,” Lena remarked.

Donna didn’t hear her. The short, freckle faced young woman was scampering off towards the cottage. She met and hugged a blonde haired woman who had a can of beer in both of her hands. Arms crossed, Lena walked slowly towards them.

“Hey! Lena! You made it,” the blonde said, “Welcome to Club Maureen!”

“Hey Maureen,” Lena waved half-heartedly.

The blonde looked her over, “You’ve got to change your clothes, girl! It’s so warm and perfect here!”

Donna had picked up Lena from a morning class. She wore full length black slacks and a button down blouse. It was a little warm and she felt a bit conspicuous. She intended to change at the cottage albeit what she brought was a bit more conservative than the bubble-gum pink bikini that the full-figured Maureen was sporting.

“Um, Maureen,” Lena said, “What are all these people doing here?”

The blonde smirked and shrugged, “I guess word got out!”

Word got out about what? This was supposed to be a quiet girls’ weekend Lena had thought. Actually she wasn’t even supposed to be there. She didn’t really know Maureen, she was Donna’s friend. The only reason she came was at the request of Donna and she was already sceptical about how the weekend would turn out. Donna had broken up with her boyfriend, Tobin, a week ago and was still a bit of a mess. She had called Thursday night all blubbering and begging Lena to come with her to Maureen’s cottage this weekend.

Lena went through her reasons for not coming. Donna countered. Lena had school work. Donna said she could do it at the cottage. Lena didn’t like camping or rustic cottages. Donna insisted that the cottage was new with all amenities provided. Lena said she needed some peace and quiet, no distractions. Donna promised it’d just be a few people from school, all girls. Then Donna “please, please, pleased” her to death.

Inwardly, she should have known better. At best, this weekend would have been one long “Oprah” counselling session for Donna. On the 3 hour drive to the cottage, all Donna could do was bemoan her failures with Tobin. But Lena fell for the idea of relaxing by the lake or taking nature walks. She had to admit, she had been stressed for months now with school and other things. Her social life was shot. Once or twice while she holed up in her small apartment studying over the weekend, the dreaded “R” word came to mind. “Reclusive.”

People were noticing it too and they all seemed bent on reminding her that she was “too everything” to be a shut in. She was too young. She was too pretty. She was too smart and personable. It was a waste for a person like her to be isolated. So before she started looking for a cat, she should do something about it.

Going to a quiet cottage and relaxing for the weekend, while still sneaking in a few study sessions, was a good way of “doing something about it”.

So she was a little perturbed by “Club Maureen”.

“Are all these people staying here?” Lena asked anxiously.

Maureen and Donna were downing their beers. The blonde swallowed and again shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe. Hey, its all good! The more the merrier! You want a drink?”

“Can we all fit?” Lena was incredulous. She looked at the cottage. It was big, but not that big,

Maureen was unfazed, “We have lots of room! People can share the bedrooms and we can spread out in the living room and game room…”

Lena’s head spun from the porch to the dock. She was unconvinced and said, “There’s like 20 people here.” And guys, too.

Maureen was counting in her head, clicking off with her fingers. She smiled and said, “Actually 25.”

Lena was about to say something else but a loud engine roared as a big, battered, blue van pulled up to the cottage “car park” and blared its horn.

The driver climbed out, a guy with brown spiked hair, and bellowed, “WOOOOOOOO! It’s time to RUMMMMM-BLE!”

Another guy, dark tanned and short black wavy hair, came out of the passenger side looking a bit more subdued.

Make that 27 people.

Maureen and Donna squealed and charged at the driver. “Kirk!” they shouted in unison.

Lena sighed, fuming on the inside, and glared silently at the bouncing trio by the cars. She crossed her arms even more tightly.

Marko grabbed his bag from the back of the van and slung it over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to join in on the revelry between Maureen, Donna and Kirk but he seemed to wince each time one of them shouted or screamed like a lunatic. He walked around the cars and then dropped his bag on the ground and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it and took a long, much needed drag. Blowing out the smoke, he squinted. 20 feet away, he saw a young woman just standing in the middle of the cottage grounds. She looked maybe Chinese or Korean. He’d say she looked attractive, almost exotic, but she had a stern face, her arms were crossed and she was dressed like a teacher. At first he thought she was staring at him but quickly realized her hard gaze went past him and was planted on the threesome by the van.

She was pissed. He knew how she felt. 3 hours in a van with Kirk had exhausted him and possibly wore out any interest in actually socializing with all these party-oriented strangers at the cottage. He picked up his bag.

Lena was going through the options in her head. Hitchhike 3 hours back to the city? Maybe someone had a tent. She was so focused in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the guy in the grey hooded-sweatshirt and blue jeans walking towards her until he dropped his bag next to her.

She blinked and leaned to the side away from the bag on the ground. She looked at the bag and at the man.

“Excuse me,” he said to her.

Lena twitched a smile and shook her head. “It’s alright,” she said. She returned to gazing straight ahead.

Marko did the same, turning to face the cars, hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

They stood there quietly for a minute watching the frantic conversation going on between Maureen, Donna and Kirk. “Freaks,” Marko muttered. Lena turned her head and looked at him. She squinted a bit as she watched him rock slowly on his feet.

Marko glanced over to her, his cigarette hanging out his mouth. After a moment, he pulled it out. “Oh sorry,” he said apologizing for the cigarette.

The young woman smiled again a bit more warmly. She shook her head. “Free country,” she said.

He nodded. Cool girl, he thought. He decided to hold out his hand, “Marko Alves.”

Lena took a moment to look at his hand but then took it. As they shook, she noticed how large his hand was. It was also very rough but very warm and he had a firm grip on hers.

“Lena Kim,” she said and added, “Friend of the short freak with red hair.”

He chuckled and smiled. “Kim”. Korean. Very cool. And as her smile grew larger and more genuine, she now definitely fell in the category of attractive. Her hair was long and wavy, black with the faintest auburn highlights. She had the exotic, cut-angled Oriental eyes. Light golden-beige skin. She wasn’t much shorter than his 5′10″ height but her frame was much more slender. She actually didn’t seem to have much of a chest but she still had a nice shape to her waist and legs. Her slacks, though a bit formal, were riding low on her waist, exposing her hip bone.

“I’m with the guy with a bottle of gin surgically stuck up his butt,” Marko said.

She had to snigger. Then she inhaled and sighed, her body easing a bit. She also dropped her arms and held them at her waist as she looked down at the ground and shook her head. “What am I DOING here?” she wondered aloud.

Marko paused for thought then pointed at Donna and said, “You came because of her, right?”

She looked at him, surprised. She remarked, “Are you a mind reader?”

He grinned and laughed a bit. Then he said, “So you ARE lesbians?”

Lena blinked and gasped. She was about to object but when she saw his big, coy grin she started to laugh. “No. Not lesbians,” she snapped playfully, calling his bluff, “No. I’m playing babysitter.”

“Would have been more fun if you were lesbians,” he joked, a matter-of-fact look on his face.

In spite of her situation, she laughed again. This was good. Going from despair to something resembling enjoyment was hopeful. This guy didn’t seem like he was going to add to the hell bent party atmosphere pervading the secluded cottage. Maybe it would be infectious.

She pivoted to face him and opened her mouth to say something.

“Chicka! Chicka! Chicka!” the loud one called Kirk yelled out as he strolled over, his arms draped around Donna and Maureen, “Hey, bro’! You picked out your playmate for the weekend already?”

Lena winced. Marko’s demeanour also darkened noticeably as he frowned at Kirk.

“Woo! You’re going for Chinese take out, eh?” Kirk added leering at Lena.

Marko could have snapped but he didn’t. “Shut the fuck up already,” he said with a low grumble. He didn’t shout but no one thought he wasn’t serious. Both Kirk and the two girls shifted uneasily.

Marko glanced at Lena. He could tell her mood had dropped again.

Kirk held up his hands and smirked, pretending to back off. Donna and Maureen slipped out from underneath his arms.

Maureen was still smiling but was a bit more calm. She waved to Donna and Lena. “Come on! Grab your bags. Lena? I can show where you can change in the cottage.”

Kirk pulled at Marko’s sweater and thumbed over to the docks where the coolers were. Marko dragged his feet following him. He glanced back at the girls who were walking towards their car. Lena trailed the other two and she looked up and back at him. She smiled gently. He nodded and waved.

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Lena sat on the bed in the room Maureen had led her to, dejected. She didn’t ask if that was the room she’d be staying in but the fact that there were 5 other overnight bags already scattered on the floor led her to doubt that she’d have much personal space this weekend. She could hear the loud conversations and the laughter taking place all around the cottage. She sighed again.

She repeated the mantra “relax, relax” over and over again. One of her mental exercises in doing so was trying recall the best moment of the day so far. That was easy. Marko had got her to laugh. That was something on a day like this. He had a nice smile and really cool looking green eyes, too. Never hurts to have the spirits lifted by a cute guy.

But she knew she couldn’t pin her weekend hopes for relaxation on some “cute guy”. For all she knew, he was pounding away the beers and belly flopping into the lake at this minute. Besides, she had little time or interest in that sort of thing, guys, right now.

So what to do? Relax. Okay. First things first, change out of the classroom garments she was wearing into something more…”cottage”.

Lena stood up and opened her bag, pulling out some beige hiking shorts and a small black, light cotton sweater. Then she started to unbutton her blouse.

On the deck that ran around the entire cottage, Kirk was on the other side of the bedroom window peeking through a crack in the shutters. He took a sip of his beer and chuckled quietly to himself. As Lena wriggled her pants down her slender legs to the floor, he had to admit that she would make it tough to decide if he was a leg or ass man.

Marko came around the corner and stopped. He shook his head and called to him, “Yo Kirk, what the hell…”

Kirk immediately turned to him, a finger over his grinning lips. He waved Marko over eagerly.

Marko sighed and rolled his head then walked over. A few steps away, Kirk moved from the window and leaned up against the wall resting his hand on Marko’s shoulder. He snickered then said, “You can thank me later, man, but if you’d like a nice little preview of your Chinese Delight, take a look.”

Marko frowned. Then all patience drained from him in an instant. He grabbed the smaller man’s collar and yanked him close. He snarled, “What are you? 15? Act like a fucking grown up!”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Kirk said, again his hands up, “Watch it!”

“First of all she’s Korean,” Marko said, “Second of all, you’re a dick!”

Then he spun around, dragging and shoving Kirk away from the window. Kirk dropped his beer. He looked down at the can spilling forth it’s liquid happiness onto the deck.

“Aw man. That’s just sad,” he moaned. He was more dejected about the loss of his beer than the obvious anger of his friend.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Marko pushed him away.

Kirk skulked away thinking of where to refresh his drinking hand.

Marko, standing in the middle of the deck, in front of the window, watched him disappear around the corner. Satisfied his idiot friend wasn’t going to come back he eased off a bit. He turned his head and looked at the window. He could see the crack where Kirk had been peering through. He could see motion in the room. He turned his attention to the deck floor and thought for a long moment.

Lena slipped on the sweater. She pulled her long hair out from under the collar then stretched it over her shoulders, revealing her bare smooth skin. She was brushing her hair out with her fingers when she thought she saw movement from behind the shutters of the window. She walked around the bed and drew the shutters open. She had a clear view of a small tree just a few feet from the deck, rustling in the wind. Lena pursed her lips tightly then turned and exited the bedroom.

When he heard her close the door, Marko stepped away from the window side.

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Part 3: 5 HOURS BEFORE NOW….

Lena couldn’t believe it but the day quickly became worse. It had started to rain. Hard. While two or three of the revellers thought it would be a good time to go for a swim everyone else was packed into the cottage. Their answer to staving off boredom: alcohol and pot. The air was filled with the heady aromas of a mix of liquors and burning grass. When everyone had been outside the cottage, at least the noise and shouting got swept up into the trees and out across the expanse of the lake. Now it was all contained within the cottage and the boisterous chatter and laughter shook the walls.

Lena had holed herself up in the small den. She sat in the easy chair, a pillow wrapped behind her head over her ears as she stared with a knitted-brow at her open text-book. It made absolutely no sense to her. She couldn’t think straight, the shrill shrieks of girls and the bellowing proclamations of guys piercing her pillow ear-muffs. Then someone cranked up the stereo twisting the volume and bass to a “Spinal Tap 11″, loud enough to shake the floor and send ripples through the water in her glass on the desk.

I walked up and wrapped my hands around Jack and Harry”s jutting black cocks. “All right, now I”ve sortta sampled all four of you,” I said as I fisted both of them. “Anyone know of a more positive way for me to get to know you guys any better?”

“What will you, or won”t you do, Marjorie?” Harry—always the conscientious one—asked.

“I love to fuck; I”ve had a strong oral fixation since High School; and I”ve tried anal a few times.” I wanted all four of their cocks, but since I had beat off Tom and Dick for a couple of minutes in the club, I figured I owed Harry and Jack at least the same consideration. “So, if anything you guys can dream up becomes too much for me. I”ll holler out… loud and clear.” That was, providing my mouth wasn”t too full of something hard and black to keep me from hollering out.

Tom moved so that his hard black cock was aimed right at me. “I”d say, it”s on your knees, then.”

I dropped to my knees. Now, Tom”s black cock was right in my face. “Happy birthday, big boy,” I said and kissed the firm crown of it. Then, still fisting Jack and Harry, I closed my mouth over the swollen head of the birthday boy”s cock. I swirled my tongue round and round it, making sure to worm the tip of my tongue into the peehole to get a good taste of his precum. I liked the taste immediately—but then I”ve always liked the taste of cum; many women don”t and more”s the pity I have for them. But, the taste of Tom”s cum on my tongue was different; richer tasting, somehow tasting more potent than Aaron”s ever had.

I began bobbing my head, steadily taking more and more of Tom”s hard seven black inches into my mouth until the head was at the back of my throat. I had been sucking cock since early in High School and, therefore, was no novice at this. I relaxed my throat and pushed my mouth onto his cock until my nose was in his crinkly black pubes. “Sweet FUCKING Jesus!” Tom exclaimed when I slid my tongue along the underside of his cock and out between it and my stretched bottom lip to flick his balls. Like I said, I”m no novice at sucking cock.

Someone moved in behind me–Harry, since I had Tom”s cock down my throat and Dick” and Jack”s in each hand–grabbed my hips and lifted my ass. The sopping wet crotch of my panties was pulled aside and the spongy head of his cock was quickly sliding up and down in my gooey slit. The next time it passed over the drooling entrance to my hungry cunt, I lunged back, capturing almost all of it. Harry thrust forward and buried the rest of it deep inside me.

Tom”s balls were banging against my chin; Harry”s balls were slapping against my already-engorged clit. I was being fucked front and back at the same time. I was also fisting two more hard cocks. I was quivering like jelly inside and quaking uncontrollably outside. {Why in GOD”S name had I ever turned down group sex?} If having two cocks at the same time was this fantastic; being gangbanged by four cocks (sooner or later, eventually, “I damn well better get gangbanged!) had to be simply mind - FUCKING - blowing.

Harry fucked my grateful cunt and Tom fucked my salivating mouth for a few moments, alternating their rhythms so that I had all of one of their cocks in me at any given time. I fisted Dick and Jack”s cocks and rubbed them against my cheeks. I was in heaven… Insatiable cockslut heaven!

Suddenly, Tom pulled his cock from my mouth; the absolute last thing I wanted him to do. “Entertain Jim and Jack, Margie,” he said. “I”ll be back to let you finish me off in a couple of minutes.”

I wanted to protest, but Dick”s cock quickly filling my mouth cut off any verbal response I might have made. I was left with two choices; be a rude guest—not my style, or suck this new black cock. I sucked… happily. I sucked Dick for a few minutes, then switched to Jack—taking four inches initially, alternated back to Dick, then went back down on six inches of Jack. Their cocks and their precums tasted different from each other”s and different from Tom”s, but all three tasted good… very, very good, better than I could recall cum ever tasting. I wanted their cum. I wanted to taste, to savor, to swallow the cum from all four of their black cocks before the night was over.

All the while I was alternating between Jim”s and Jack”s wonderful cocks, Harry was giving my heavily juicing cunt the fucking of my life—deep and steady. I was enjoying servicing three cocks at the same time {”Well, more or less at the same time”} and, with the solemn promise of the forth cock coming back to give me my just (read as creamy) reward, actually enjoying it. The fact that this was a group sex scene I was so thoroughly into did bring a certain kinky kick into what was going on, but I must admit that it was the fact that all four of my lovers were black which added the real spice to the whole thing.

I had sucked Dick”s cock to the point of exploding and was doing my best to swallow the last three inches of Jack”s when Tom”s hard black cock appeared before my eyes. “Ready to finish me off, Margie?”

Reluctant as I was to release my oral hold on Jack, Tom was the “birthday boy”. I pulled my mouth off Jack”s cock and left it hanging wide open. Tom took the invitation just as it was meant; he placed his hands alongside my head and fucked his cock right into the waiting orifice, all the way down to his swinging black balls. The pungent taste of his powerful black cock in my mouth, the unmistakably masculine scent of him in my flared nostrils… I was totally lost; beyond any sort of redemption. I let my mind go and allowed myself to be used like a white slut for black cock.

{And this is just what a white slut for black cock gets}? I thought as I willingly let the “birthday boy” face-fuck me; deepthroating him just the way I knew Tom wanted me to—without gagging. She gets used by hard black cock, {And used very well indeed by hard black cock”} and used, and used… Behind me, Harry groaned, his cock swelled deep inside me, pulsated impossibly hard, and…

It was the first time I actually felt a guy cum inside me, not just feel his cock throb as he shot off. Hard jet after long jet of scalding cum flooded my instinctively clasping cunt. Reflexively, the walls of my cunt began milking the still spurting cock. I came, nearly pushing Harry”s cock out of me with the sheer force of that explosive orgasm. {Thank God he had my squirming ass held so tightly against his hard groin.}

I wanted nothing more than to bathe in the waves of this glorious climax, but a far more pressing need was making itself known right in front of me. Tom”s throbbing cock was fucking my mouth and throat with an urgency I recognized instantly; the “birthday boy” was about to…

Tom”s first blast of hot cum was so hard there was no need to swallow and that load was barely half way down my gullet when his cock erupted for the second time, then a third. I quickly pulled my mouth back and had just closed off the back of my throat with the heel of my tongue when a forth jet of cum splashed against it. Tom ejaculated once more in my mouth and I swirled the massive load around in my mouth, savoring the taste of his cum as I sucked voraciously to drain the last dregs of the slimy, yummy man-syrup from his black nuts.

“SWEEEET FUCKING JESUS!” Tom gasped as he fell back, landing spraddle-legged and wide-eyed on the floor before me. “That was a better birthday present than… than taking all three of these guys would have been today.” He drew a long ragged breath. “Thank you, Margie. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

I swallowed his cum and smiled, but, “You”re welcome, birthday bo…” was all I got out before Jim”s drooling cock was being unceremoniously shoved into my mouth. At the same time Harry”s withering cock was sliding out of my gooey hole, only to be promptly replaced by Jack”s. Dick face-fucked me while Jack cunt-fucked me and a few moments later we all three went off one… two… three… four and five; Dick, then me, then Jack, then me again, and then again.

After sucking to make sure the pipe was empty, I released Jim”s cock from my mouth and moaned around the mouth full of cum as I felt Jack”s great cock sliding out of my well-fucked cunt. Tom”s huge load of cum was warming nicely my tummy, my mouth was full of Jim”s copious load and two loads of cum were leaking out of my pussy. {What a nice start to the party} I couldn”t help thinking as I collapsed on the floor.

And, if this was only the beginning, what other wondrous surprises awaited me as Tom”s birthday bash continued? I couldn”t wait to find out… just as soon as the world quit spinning around, that is.

Woozy and too weak-kneed to make it all on my own, the guys helped me onto the couch. While Harry was wiping my face with a damp cloth, Tom was performing a serious mop-up job on my pussy with a warm wet washcloth. Dick and Jack leaned over the back of the couch, grinning down at me. “Best damned B-day party I”ve ever attended,” Dick said with a wink. “Sure as hell got that right,” Jack added with a hungry look in his dark eyes. “Ready to party some more, Margie?”

“For God”s sake,” Harry growled, “at least let her figure out where she is, will ya?” He dabbed at my face a little more then added, “And, once you do, Marjorie, if you want to get the hell out of here, I”ll escort you back to your car myself, and follow you home to make sure you get there safely.”

I blinked a couple of times and smiled up at him. Harry was a truly nice guy, considerately sweet, like you don”t often find these days. I reached out and patted him on his dark cheek. “Now, why on earth would I want to get the hell out of here, sweet man… just when the party”s showing signs of really coming to life?” I looked up at Jack and Jim, then down at Tom. “And what the hell would you guys do if I did decide to get the hell out of Dodge… while I”m still in one piece… put on some raunchy porn and have a group beat-off?”

Dick scowled. “No need to go gettin” gross, girl.”

I laughed. “And I suppose the four of you fucking this little white girl half out of her mind… in the middle of the living room floor… shouldn”t be considered gross?” I eyed the four of them sternly. “I object on… No, I strenuously object…”

“On what grounds?” Tom challenged.

“On the grounds…” I immediately countered, “On the grounds that… that this little white girl hasn”t been fucked nearly enough.” I ground my pussy against Tom”s hand. “Not yet, anyway.”

“How about something to drink, Margie?” Harry asked. It was the first time he hadn”t called me Marjorie. I was finally accepted by all four of them. After servicing all four of their black cocks at least once apiece, it was about damned time. “Some champagne, perhaps, maybe a cold soda?” he offered. “While we ah… while we all catch our breaths?”

“Catch your collective breaths?” It was my turn to scowl and the fact that one of Tom”s fingers had started to enter me ever so slowly was more than a mild distraction. “What about all the talk I”ve heard about black guys always being hard and able to go all night long?”

“Fallacy,” Harry said. “Mostly myth,” Tom added. “Pretty much black, and white, bullshit,” Dick tacked on.

Jack grinned. “But, there are exceptions to every rule.” He came around the couch and proved it… beyond any shadow of doubt. He was sporting a second big, hard black erection. “It comes from having youth and stamina on my side, Margie.”

I grinned. “And I have no objection to your impressive exception.” I reached out and wrapped my fist around his hard cock. “And I just love the way your big, strong, young cock cumms,” I mewed. A second of Tom”s thick black fingers had entered me and he was finger-fucking me very nicely, slowly and deeply, using his thumb on my unhooded clit expertly. “And you can keep that up until you”re hard enough to put the real thing in there,” I told him as I fisted Jack”s cock.

“Won”t be much longer,” Tom promised with a wicked leer.

“Well, I need something to drink,” Harry said as I comfortably propped my head back on the armrest. “And a little recharge time, too.” Dick sighed, “Me, too,” as I guided Jack”s great black cock toward and then into my open mouth. “Guess youth does win out.” Harry threw his arm around Dick”s shoulder. “Only in the initial stage,” he assured his friend as they wandered off to find some chilled champagne

With my head hanging over the armrest, providing his long, hard cock a straight-line entrance into my relaxed throat, my nose was quickly enveloped by Jack”s dangling ball sac. I inhaled deeply. I was hooked on the scent of black genitals now; as solidly as if it were crack cocaine I was inhaling. I was just as solidly hooked on the distinctive taste of black cock. I was a solidly hooked black cock junkie and as Jack fucked his magnificent black cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat, I wondered if I would ever be able to go back to Aaron”s average white dick. {Would even want to?}

Tom”s fingers left my pussy, but then his hard cock was quickly filling the void. And I was ever soooooooooo thankful. I couldn”t see him doing it—not with Jack”s black balls in my face, but I sure could feel every last fantastic inch of it going into me in one long, slow push. I moaned around Jack”s cock; I was right where I belonged—trapped, helpless between the twin intrusions of two hard black cocks. I was happy.

“Okay to get a little dominant, Margie?” Tom asked. With Jack”s hard black cock firmly lodged in my well-practiced throat, I did my best to nod. Jack took my face in his two black hands. Tom hooked my legs behind the knees and propped them over his shoulders, lifting my ass clean off the couch. “Let”s give it to her, bro,” Tom whooped.

Jack shoved his entire cock into my mouth and down my throat and Tom slammed his hard cock deeply into my quivering pussy. Then, they both fucked me. There is no other word for what they were doing to me. Tom”s great black cock storming in and out of my clasping cunt, mercilessly pounding my poor white pussy for all it was worth; Jack face-fucking me with almost the same amount of unrelenting blackcock enthusiasm; I was being dominantly Black fucked. I wasn”t just happy; I was ecstatic.

I came around Tom”s cock. He didn”t let up one bit. In fact, feeling my cunt convulse around his cock, he increased both his speed and the ferocity with which he was fucking me. I came again… then again… and again. With my mouth, I encouraged Jack to face-fuck me more dominantly. He obliged me and I came for a fifth time. If the intervals between my spastic orgasms lessened only slightly, I would be having one long, continuous climax. And this was just fine with me. {Super fine… in the extreme!}

Jack was the first of them to exhibit obvious signs of joining in my multiple cumms. His hard-throbbing cock swelled in my throat, clear evidence that a third load was being readied to join the two cum loads already in my tummy. He quickly yanked his pulsating cock out of my mouth. A long rope of hot cum slapped against my hard-nippled tits, a second jet, then a third and a forth splattered directly into my face. Before it stopped spurting, Jack shoved his cock back in my mouth so I could suck it some more… which I dutifully—and gratefully—did, cumming like a trashy white slut while I ravenously sucked and slurped his black balls empty of the slimy, yummy cum I was now heavily addicted to.

Tom continued to pound my pleased pussy. Jack”s cock eventually went soft in my mouth. I reluctantly allowed it to slip out and tried my best to lap the slimy cum from my face. With Jack taken care of, Tom really began laying the hard black pipe to me; fucking me like he intended to shove his big black cock up through my body and into my mouth. Which—while a physical impossibility, would be just fine with me; then I would be able to taste the amazing instrument that was giving me such a magnificent Black fucking.

I was enjoying a looooong, mind-blowing, bells ringing-whistles blowing-colors exploding orgasm when Tom finally joined me. He reared back and rammed his big black cock into me as hard as he could. A powerful jet of scalding cum slammed against the door to my womb. A second and third jet instantly followed. Even though it was convulsing in explosive orgasm, my cunt walls reflexively milked the fantastic cock that was so superbly maintaining my extended climax.

At the last instant, with my mind whirling, my entire body seeming to convulse in orgasm, With one thought spinning in my mind, I blanked out: Being Black sexed was… Well, it was simply… Superior!

* * *

I reentered the non-somnambulistic world ten, maybe fifteen minutes later. Jack was sitting on the arm of the couch above my head and Tom was slouched against the far arm, his eyes sort of glazed over. Harry and Dick were sitting on the coffee table, beaded flutes of champagne in each hand. Harry handed me one of the flutes and I downed it in one swallow. Dick then handed me his spare flute. I took a little more time with this one and actually tasted the chilled champagne. It wasn”t cheap bubbly.

The cum on my face and tits was congealing and the swollen lips of my pussy felt sticky with cum… three BIG loads of the stuff. “Any chance of a girl getting a shower?” I asked with a pleased grin. “Before the third act of this gangbang porno gets underway, that is.”

“Coincidental that you put it that way, Margie,” Harry said with a nod.

I looked in the direction of his nod. A video cam sat on a tripod a few feet away from the couch, its recording red light blinking. I was… Well, aghast would be an appropriate word, but not even close to being inclusive. “You guys having been taping this?”

“Only for personal use,” Tom quickly said. “And, it will be destroyed before you leave here, Marjorie,” Harry growled. “I”ll even draw up a legal contract, stating that there are no other copies.” He glowered at the other three, especially at Tom. “And all of us, all FOUR of us, will sign it.”

“Yeah, right,” Jack agreed. “You bet, Margie,” Dick added. Tom scowled; the camcorder had, evidently, been his idea, the tape a reminder of his thirtieth birthday party. He had drug it out and set it up before allowing to me to finish sucking him off. “If you say that”s how it has to be,” he muttered. “Marjorie.”

{What the fuck!} I decided after a couple of minute”s consideration. I was ready to admit that I was now an addicted blackcock slut; what more harm could a home movie of me enjoying being black sexed—as long as it was for personal use only—do? “We”ll see if it needs to be destroyed,” I told them. “After I”ve seen it for myself, that is.” I threw Tom a menacing look. “And, don”t call me Marjorie again… any of you.” I smiled just as sweetly as I could. “Marjorie is for those I don”t know as intimately as I know all four of you.”

I swung my legs off the couch. “Now, if there are no objections…” I slowly, and appreciatively, took in all four of their withered black cocks. “…Or, any further lewd, lascivious, or real nasty motions to be made right now, I”m going to go take a shower.”

“Go take your shower, Margie” Harry chuckled. “We”ll all still be here when you return.”

I reached for his flaccid cock. “In more impressive, and far more useful, condition, I trust?”

“You can count on it.”

“I am counting on it.” I released Harry”s cock and stood up. “Counting on it times four.”

The hot shower felt good and I thought about what I had done—all that I had survived and thoroughly enjoyed—while luxuriating in the stinging needles rinsing my body of sweat and semen. My entire body tingled, and it wasn”t from the exhilarating shower. I could still feel the stretched presence of their big hard cocks in my cunt, their hard groins pounding against my swollen pussy lips. I still had the intense sensation of a hard black cock fucking my throat, could still taste the potent pungency of their cum in my mouth.

I had become—I now was—a severely addicted blackcock slut. Could I go back to enjoying Aaron”s cock? Any white cock, for that matter? With the superb—and undeniable superiorly cocked—new friends I had made this evening. {”Why would I even want to?”}

Succinctly put, I didn”t want to… Ever again!

When I returned to the front room, I knew that the refreshing shower—as far as cleanliness purposes was concerned—had been way too premature; I could feel myself getting wet and, from what was going on in there, the odds that I was going to have more cum on and inside my body was a sure bet. I was onscreen with my Fantastic Four. I stood at the far side of the living room and watched myself on the big-screen TV being Black sexed. I sure looked like I was fun, having one helluva good time; even encouraging more of it to take place. Even with a legal contract in hand, stating that there were no other copies of this tape and signed by all four of them, shown in open court, this explicit porno tape would prove conclusively that I had been a willing and avid participant in these sexual shenanigans, not a drugged or otherwise coerced victim; in fact, may have actually instigated my black gangbanging all on my own.

{Had I?} Had I unintentionally (or maybe subconsciously) brought this salacious white slut black gangbang on myself? I didn”t care. I wanted more of it… a lot more! “Who”s up and ready for act three?”

Tom, Dick, Harry, and Jack sprang to their feet. They were all four UP and READY!

“Good,” I said as I marched to the middle of the living room. “Act three, I figure, should be cinematically hotter than acts one and two, more going on in it… a whole lot more.” I stretched out on the floor and positioned myself so that the camera lens would be able to capture every nasty thing I had in mind. “I want all of you to take me… all four of you at the same time.” I spread my legs, giving them a good look at my blonde pussy and wet pink slit. “Are you all game?”

Harry cleared his throat. “That”s gonna mean…”

“I know, anal.” I leered. “And, Harry, it”s you I want in my ass.”

“But,” Tom protested, “I”m the birthday boy; I”m the one who should get first dibs on your sweet white ass.”

“You got a superb blowjob for your birthday; your load of cum was the first I swallowed.” I started finger-fucking myself. “Now, we do this my way, or I”m outta here… and the tape goes with me.”

It was clearly evident that none of them wanted that—neither did I. Harry came over and laid down on the coffee table with his feet planted on the floor and his ass right at the edge of the table, his hard black cock jutting up from his dark goin like a missile. “Squat over me,” he instructed. I got up and did as instructed and Harry immediately began licking and tonguing my brownish-pink anus. Harry, like I”ve said before, was, and is, the considerate one.

Harry”s wet tongue on my anus felt good; worming its way up into my asshole felt even better. When he had me ready, sufficiently wet inside and out, my sphincter suitably relaxed, he pushed me forward and took hold of my hips. I reached down, took hold of his cock and guided the spongy head to my spit-lubed asshole. I then watched onscreen as he—with my eager willingness—lowered me onto his cock. I told him that I had never had a cock quite as big as his fucking into my ass before and that it was a trifle bit uncomfortable, but not painfully, so he made sure it went in slowly, in gradual stages, allowing what felt like my virgin asshole to become accustomed to being so incredibly full.

When my asscheeks finally rested on Harry”s groin, making my blonde pussy look like it had a set of big black balls all its own, he took my tits in his hands and laid me back on torso. My wide-open pussy was now available for whoever wanted to take advantage of its wet vulnerability. That quickly became Dick. Stepping in between my spread legs, he placed the head of his cock at the gaping entrance to my cunt and steadily pushed it in until his balls were nestled against Harry”s. I watched all of this happening onscreen and had a mini orgasm when Dick”s dick finally hit bottom.

I now had thirteen inches of hard black cock inside me. I was more-than-okay with this and told Tom and Dick that I was ready for more. Jack promptly stepped over me and Harry and lowered his cock to my waiting mouth. In a little over a minute, I was filled with twenty inches of black cock; top, bottom, and from above. Tom straddled this salacious tableau and laid his hard cock between my tits. Harry then pushed my tits together firmly around Tom”s cock. Wedged into the four them the way I was, there was no way I was going to do any moving, so this quad-fuck was going to have to be carried out entirely by the guys. Meaning, I was going to get black gangbanged by over two and a half feet of rock-solid black cock.

With my mouth and throat filled with Jack”s cock, there was no way I could tell them to, “Go for it!” So, I started working my asshole and cunt muscles on Harry”s cock and Dick”s dick and sucking on Jack”s cock. They all quickly got the message and started working their hard cocks in and out of my various openings while Tom titty-fucked me.

I couldn”t turn my head—not with Jack face-fucking me—but I could see the TV. Not much of me could be seen on the screen—not with their naked black bodies all but enveloping me—but there was enough white skin showing for the viewer to know that a white chick was in the middle of that black pile on; my peaches and cream face and blonde hair whenever Jack rose up so he could fuck his cock back down my throat; my white arms as I held on tight to Tom”s black arms; my white legs up and wrapped around Dick”s black hips, my heels locked tightly together against his black ass.

Seeing all this was inspiring, to say the very least; being the luck white chick getting all of this fantastic black attention was FUCKING mind-blowing. {And, believe me, that is not telling the half of it.} I came around Dick”s Dick, which caused my rectal muscles to reflexively contract around Harry”s cock fucking up into my asshole. I did my best to work the flat of my tongue on Jack”s cock as it fucked in and out of my mouth. There wasn”t much I could do to assist Tom, but he was doing just fine on his own; fucking my tits long and deep so that the head of his cock kept poking me in the hollow of my neck. This was what being Black gangbanged was all about and I was in seventh heaven. No, better make that somewhere up around 1000 and 9th heaven. {White slut for Black Cock Heaven!}

I came at least half a dozen times before Harry started fucking his cock up into my asshole with a real sense of urgency. He came and I felt all four spurts splash against the sensitive lining of my cock-stretched rectum. I milked Harry”s cock with my asshole and impatiently waited for the other three cocks to go off. A moment later Dick flooded my cunt; three hard jets of hot cum blasting against the floor of my spasming uterus.

Jack fucked my mouth and throat for another full minute before shooting a jet down my throat, then pulling back to empty the rest of his cum into my mouth. With him stroking the hard shaft and me sucking voraciously on the spongy head, together we made very certain his black balls were completely empty of yummy cum.

Jack quickly moved out of the way and Tom stood up. With the peehole aimed right down at my face, he released the death-grip he had on his cock and blasted a large slimy rope of cum across my nose and both cheeks. The other three jets of cum he shot directly into my open mouth.

I swished Jack”s and Tom”s combined cums around in my mouth, savoring the intoxicating flavor before finally swallowing the cum-cocktail slowly. I smiled up at Tom. “If you putt a golf ball half as good as you hit my mouth with your cum spurts, you”ll be a hard guy to beat out on the course.”

Jack laughed. “There, you”ll be able to take him easy, Margie. Tom”s the worst putter you ever laid eyes on… bar none.”

“Well, it”s a good thing he can hit the ol” oral cup with a cum wad.” I winked up at Tom. “And, maybe I can help you with the putting; that and my short irons are the strong parts of my game.”

Tom grinned. “I”ll take all the help you want to give, Margie… of any kind.” He tapped the slippery head of his cock against my lips. “So, hows about helping golf buddy see to it that his balls are completely drained of the good stuff you”re so obviously hooked on?”

I wantonly licked my cum-glazed lips. “Solidly hooked,” I replied and drew the head of his cock into my mouth and lovingly sucked to completely empty my new golf buddy”s balls of addictive cum.

Since he was already on his feet, Jack went to find another bottle of chilled bubbly and when I had finished sucking Tom”s balls dry, Dick asked if the same courtesy was to be extended to all my new golf buddies. I nodded. “Of course.” So, Dick withdrew his softened cock from my cum-filled pussy and slid up to take Tom”s place. I licked and slurped the cum and my copious spendings from his cock, then had him moved up a little higher so I could do the same for his cum-dripping balls. {I mean, like, what the hell good are golf buddies if they won”t help a buddy clean his balls?}

I offered to do the same for Harry, but he sternly declined. “Not after my cock has been in your ass, Marjorie.” He wiped himself off with a damp cloth. “What you just allowed us to do, that was slutty, but it does not mean that you”re a disgusting tramp; just a white lady who”s gotten hooked on black cock; not an unusual occurrence and completely understandable, given your sexual nature.”

Jack came back with the bubbly, handed me a glass and I rolled onto my side on the couch. “So, what you”re saying is that, with all that I”ve allowed to happen here with us, that I”m a slut, but that I”m a lady slut and not a trashy tramp white whore?”

“You”ve got brains, Margie,” Tom said. “And great looks,” Jack affirmed with a boyish grin. “And class,” Dick added. “Real class.”

Harry nodded. “All of the above… and a whole lot more, along with being highly-charged sexually.” He looked at his buddies, then back at me. “I guess what I”m trying to say for all of us is that, if you want to be a permanent part of our foursome—on and off the golf course—well, we”d all love to have you.”

“And have me is just what you guy”s have done… all four of you… at least twice each. And I”m not complaining one bit.” I considered the offer, carefully weighed my options and came to a decision. “All right, I”m agreeable to the offer.” I took a long sip of my champagne. “Providing all of you are.” I got enthusiastic agreements all around. “So say you all?” I insisted, just to be sure.

I got back four nods, a “Yes” a “Yep” an “Agreed” and a very happy “You betcha!” from Jack.

I tipped my glass up, drained it and set it on the coffee table. “So. What”s the initiation rite going to be?” I flashed them a saucy leer. “More of what it took for me to be accepted into this naughty group, I hope.”

Harry stood up. “I don”t know about the rest of you, but I”m feeling…and smelling a little ripe.” Tom sniffed his armpit. “Me. too,” he confessed.

I myself was reveling in the smells permeating the room; the distinctive Negro aroma of their sweaty black bodies, the raunchy fragrance of their numerous cums and mine. “Well, my last shower proved to be a waste of time, but, if any of you want to…”

“How about hot tubbing?” Tom interjected. “All five of us.”

I was all for it. However, the specific kind of bare-naked, free-for-all hot tubbing I would want to do with my four new buddies wouldn”t exactly be acceptable in public and I quickly pointed this out.

“Who said anything about us taking our naked hot tubbing public?” Jack quipped. “Tom”s got a big ol” hot tub out on his balcony, screened off for privacy.”

This was an entirely different matter. “Let”s take a look,” I yelped and scrambled off the couch. We all trouped over to the sliding glass doors and checked out the tub. “It might be a little cramped,” I mused aloud. I looked down at their black cocks; withered now, but I knew how to rectify that. “But I”m not about to complain about the tight quarters as long as you four are in it with me.”

Tom flipped the switch that turned it on and while we impatiently waited for the water to warm up they felt me up; mauling my lily-white tits, pinching my hard pink nipples, massaging my blonde pussy, gently tugging on my slippery exposed clit, fingering both my lady-like slut cunt and unladylike slutty asshole. Returning this thoughtful favor, I teasingly played with their wonderful black cocks and dangling ball sacs. The exquisite feel of a hot black cock in your hand is… {Well, it”s mesmerizing.}

Tom finally announced that the water should be hot enough and laughing, we all climbed into the hot tub, the four of them ringing it with me right where I figured the new inductee belonged, right where I wanted to be all along. Where? Smack in the middle, of course, on my knees, surrounded by four new friends with big black cocks. “Wanna play spin-the-slut, Margie?” I gave Jack a quizzical look and he explained the premise of his impromptu game; it would sortta be like spin-the-bottle, only with me substituting for the bottle. This sounded like fun… my kind of fun.

With my eyes closed, two of them took my shoulders and twirled me around in the water. When I stopped twirling, I opened my eyes and immediately went down on the black cock I was facing. After sucking and fisting this cock to beginning arousal, I was twirled once again and went down on another black cock. Around and around I went, black cock after steadily growing black cock I went down on. {It was GREAT!}

By the time I had all four of their cocks nice and hard, I was getting a little dizzy. After all, they had all four cum on me or inside me at least twice already; Tom and Jack three times. “Okay,” I said, “new rule; you four can decide amongst you where and how I get fucked here—which readily available holes or crevasses, but when it”s time for you to nut, I want all four of you to do it in my mouth. I, in turn, promise not to swallow until the four of you have plopped your loads into my oral cup. Fair enough?”

It was deemed fair and in short order I was sitting on Tom”s lap, fully impaled on his thick black cock, was more easily taking Dick”s cock in my now cock-accustomed asshole and was greedily sucking on Harry”s uncircumcised cock while double-fisting Jack”s; the youngest, but by-and-large the biggest and hardest black cock of the four.

I fucked myself on Tom”s cock and Dick fucked my asshole with his, I sucked on Harry”s cock and fisted Jack. And, I came. I don”t know how many times my entire body convulsed with intense climax; a dozen times at the very least, probably more. Being superbly Black sexed does that to a willing white chick; makes her cum multiple upon multiple times, to the point where she loses all track and wants her rapid-fire orgasms to never end. It also makes her want to make her black lovers (if she”s lucky enough to have more than one, especially if she gets to have them all at the same time) cum, to nut, shoot their spunk, blow their jizz, hose her with their delicious cream; as is her duty, as well as her pleasure. And, this was now me, Tom, Dick, Harry”s and Jack”s white slut and I wanted to please all four of my black lovers. I wanted their cum… straight from their big, beautiful, wondrous and fantastic, superb and superior black cocks. BADLY!

Harry rewarded my efforts first; filling about a third of my mouth with his cum. Jack was ready to go right then and I jacked off his cock—right in my face—until he shot off into my open mouth. Dick was third. Standing, he furiously beat his black meat until his load was mingling with Harry”s and Jack”s. My mouth was now almost full of cum. One more load would top it off.

“Ready for your… nightcap?” Tom wheezed.

I leapt off Tom”s lap and knelt in the center of the hot tub. Tom pushed the head of his black cock into my mouth and started to ejaculate immediately. I counted three hard throbs of the black cock in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could in order to drain whatever remained in his balls. It wasn”t near as much as the birthday boy”s first load had been, but it was still a lot more than Aaron had ever ejaculated.

My mouth was full to the point of nearly overflowing. I laid my head back with my mouth open to show them all the cum in my mouth, then relaxed my throat and let the slimy, yummy syrupy slide down into my tummy. Okay, so I”m a cum junkie. The difference now was that I had become an insatiable addict for cum from black cocks. {And from black cocks only!}

They had all four cum and I hadn”t passed out from my multiple orgasms, which I found a little amazing. The sheer intensity of cumming from being Black sexed, I was beginning to realize, was going to take some getting used to; this was partially why I had wanted them all to cum in my mouth; I hadn”t wanted to chance revisiting La La land from having one of them shoot his cum inside me… vaginally or rectally.

Margie, the heavily addicted slut for Black cocks. This was the new me and, to be totally honest, I was damned proud of myself and honored to this particular Fantastic Four”s insatiable white slut.

Now, I could go on and on about what else happened that first night, but it would be pretty much a repetition of what I”ve already told you. Suffice it to say that I sucked black cock and I got fucked by black cock; I swallowed more cum and had cum running out of both my cunt and asshole before the sun came up. Needless to say is that I didn”t suck black cocks or get superbly fucked by black cocks that were as hard as they had been initially. Nor did those same beautiful black cocks cum with the same strength or with the volume they had possessed in the beginning.

I considered my Fantastic Four to be superb black studs, but this did not make them super humans. It”s only in stories written solely from imagination, instead of from personal experience, or flights of total erotic fantasy where the blacks guys are perpetually hard, invariably cums buckets of jizz, and always fuck the helpless white chick into mindless oblivion. Maybe, if she really isn”t into Black sexing, a reluctant white chick could be fucked to doll rags by several black guys, but this wasn”t, and still isn”t, me; I”m into being Black sexed. {Oh, baby, am I ever! And I do mean heavily!}

This doesn”t mean that my guys didn”t do their best for me—Harry managed to cum once more, so did Dick and Tom. Jack, bless his exuberant youth, came twice more; once in my asshole and again in my mouth. All of which caused me to cum many times over.

Just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, Dick, Harry and Jack all kissed me goodbye; promising that would all get together again… real soon. I helped Tom clean up the mess we had made of the living room and then the two of us trundled off to bed… to sleep. It had been a long night with lots of fucking and cumming, both of which are guaranteed to wear a body out and we were both close to done-in; Tom more than me.

Even still, I knew that, if I asked, he would have done his best to fuck me one more time. But, it would have been a conciliatory fuck, not a great fuck and I had come (pun intended) to expect only the best from my new black golf buddy. And so, snuggly spooned together in Tom”s king-sized bed, with his limp black cock wedged into the crack of my white ass, we drifted off to sleep; me quite content and very, very happy. Not at all the way the night had started out {That”s for quadruple damned sure.}

“In fleshing this story out from the bare-bones sketch I started with, I can now see where a Part 2 is required to tell the whole thing. So, I guess this will be continued…”

Jamal was passing the almost depleted blunt to me when the lighter that accompanied slipped from his hands and fell down into the seat. It landed on the smooth leather of the seat and slid back and came to a stop just inches from my pantyless crotch.

“Damn. Lemme get that.” He said, in a voice barely higher than a whisper.

I was hitting the blunt, gazing interestedly at Jamal as he slowly leaned forward to retrieve his lighter. He looked directly into my eyes, and again I felt that a thrilling shiver rush through my body as his cold, dark eyes locked with mine. He confidently lowered his hand down between my legs, his thumb barely brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He held my gaze, seemingly daring me to try and resist his powerful, invading hand. I exhaled the potent weed smoke and smiled at him as he leaned in closer. Without breaking his gaze, I handed the blunt over to Marquis. I could feel the arm that Marquis had casually placed behind me closing in behind me. He turned and leaned in close to me to retrieve the small roach that was all that remained of the blunt. The heat from their bodies was driving me through the roof, and again I had to resist a carnal urge to thrust my hungry cunt onto Jamal’s encroaching hand.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I felt Jamal’s hand close around the lost lighter that lay between my legs. I had spread my legs to accommodate his probing hand, and though I knew Jamal had a perfect grasp of my desires, I gently squeezed my soft, creamy thighs around his strong fist. When I did this his hand opened back up immediately, releasing the lighter and slid back to touch the inside of my thigh. I could feel Marquis’s hand wrap around my shoulder, and breaking my gaze with Jamal, I turned to face him. He had taken a deep hit from the last of the blunt and leaned in close to me, his lips dark lips brushing pressing against mine. I instinctively opened my mouth and he exhaled his hit into me and I immediately breathed in deep into my body. The drug seemed to explode throughout my body, and I felt my senses heighten and drink in the stimulation that these two black gods were pouring into me.

Jamal’s hand had slowly rubbed up my leg and soon discovered the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He snaked his other arm behind my waist, and with it pulled my white practice skirt further up my thighs. As I exhaled the hit I Turned from Marquis, whose free hand began to rub across my stomach, at Brandy and Andre. I was very pleased to see that Brandy had apparently laid down across the front seat, as all I could see was Andre’s powerful shoulders, apparently freed from their clothing, flexing has he leaned down on top of her. I could hear the sounds of them kissing heavily, her soft moans as his tongue caressed her neck and massaged her ears. Brandy had once told me that her earlobes were her most sensitive spot, and it appeared that Andre had quickly discovered all her hot zones as her hands appeared from behind the seat and dug into his muscled, ebony back.

I was too entranced with my own suitors to pay much attention to Brandy at that moment. Jamal had leaned in and was kissing my own neck, his large but nimble tongue rubbed up and down my exquisitely sensitive neck as his hand continued to rub the soft inside of my leg. As I closed my eyes and tilted my head to allow him more access to my neck, Marquis snaked his hand up the front of my shirt and was tweaking a rock hard nipple between his strong fingers. Unfettered by Jamal’s close proximity, he leaned in and began kissing the front of my neck running his equally splendid tongue up my neck and around the bottom and up the front of my chin; just as his tongue reached my mouth, Jamal moved his attentions further down my neck and too my shoulder, running his moist tongue over my burning hot flesh. I leaned in to kiss Marquis, and our tongues wrapped around each other and I savored the taste of his sweet lips pressed against my own. I had never kissed anyone with the fervor I was possessed with now. Jamal and Marquis were getting me hotter than I had ever been before.

Jamal pressed a finger against the outer rim of my wet slit and flicked it up and down the sensitive outer edge. He chuckled, and looking up at Marquis (who had just pulled back from our tongue-sucking kiss) said “This ho is leakin down here Marq.”

Marquis leaned in and looked down between my spread legs and at my slobbering cunt that Jamal continued to expertly tease with his strong finger. He nodded in agreement and laughed. “That’s some good lookin pussy you got Kat.”

I bit down on my lip, unable to respond, as Jamal clairvoyantly located my clitoris and plucked it with his uncannily stimulating finger.

Andre’s head rose up from behind the front seat and he turned to look over me grinning as he took the in the scene of my lithe young body being pleasured from every angle by Jamal and Marquis. I could hear Brandy’s heavy breathing from the front; I imagined that she was getting much the same treatment. The thought of the godlike Andre dominating my sweet little Brandy was even more fuel for the fire that was raging inside of I was really starting to like this car and the ultra-close proximity that it facilitated. Being so close to this many black guys could never be a bad thing.

Marquis reached down and began pulling my tank top off over my head. My hands, which had been resting on my legs, found new homes massaging the bulging crotches that had developed on both sides of me. Jamal slid two of his large fingers inside my now drenched pussy and slowly spun them around until they were side by side deep inside my burning snatch. He began to flex and move them in a beckoning gesture that rubbed the walls of my horny cunt in a way that sent me over the edge. Marquis had lowered his head down and leaned across my chest to take a nipple into his mouth, softly rubbing it with his hard teeth and teasing it with his flicking tongue. Between their irresistibly powerful duel stimulation, I felt an orgasm come rushing over me like a tidal wave. My hips bucked up against Jamal’s strong hand and my neck arched back as a loud moan escaped my mouth as pleasure overwhelmed my body. My hands grabbed on to the rock hard cocks I felt under both their clothing, powerful black tools just waiting to be put to work.

As the body-shuddering orgasms passed, my head rolled forward and my eyes sprung open to the site of Brandy climbing on top of Andre, who was now leaning back against his door, and lowering herself onto what I knew to be his magnificent black cock. Andre gazed up at here with smug satisfaction as she pinched her nipples and tugged on her breasts as she lowered herself down the pleasure of his ebony dick filled her. She was completely oblivious now, overcome by the pleasure, and I badly wanted to see her firm little ass gliding up and down Andre’s glistening black prick, her pussy wrapping around and coating his thick shaft with her sweet juices. The look on her face said it all, and in a manner of second she was serenely bouncing her self up and down on his powerful black manhood.

I lifted my hands from their bulging crotches and pushed each of them back to their respective sides. I climbed up on the wide seat, facing Jamal and his still unseen cock. My ass hung just inches away from Marquis’s face, I didn’t think it would take him long to think of something to do with it.

Jamal turned sideways and propped a leg against the back of the seat. I slid forward, my eyes glued to the zipper that was hiding my hot chocolate treat. My mouth salivated at the thought of getting to suck on a black dick, but I also very interested to see how he measured up with Andre and Marquis. Now that I was becoming something of a connoisseur of black cock, I began to regard every unseen dick as an unopened present waiting to unwrapped and played with.

I undid the top button of his pants as he looked down on me calmly. There was something about Jamal that made me feel completely dominated and under his control. He had a secret power that threatened and teased at the same time, and I had a hunch that I knew what was behind it. As I unzipped his pants he wrapped his hand around my head, pulling my blonde hair through his dark fingers. I slid his pants down, and much to my excitement, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them either. His cock was, without a doubt, the longest one I had yet seen. All the guys in the car had big dicks, but I was pretty sure that Jamal’s was somehow larger than even Andre’s, there were at least eleven and a half inches pulsing there before me, and just as thick as Andre’s. Marquis probably had a good 8 or so, but he seemed thicker than Andre.

After gazing at it for a moment, I looked up at Jamal and smiled.

“You know what to do, bitch.” He commanded down at me.

I immediately felt guilty for having to be told to do what was clearly my natural role and function in this world. I lifted his massive member up, and ran my tongue from its stout base up to the top; the sheer length of it was overwhelming. I stroked the top half of his cock as I descended on his large black balls, gently sucking them and massaging them my tongue, breathing in deeply that sultry satisfying scent of these delicious cum factories. I felt Marquis rub a hand across my blossoming cunt, and finding it more than ready, lining up the fat cock that had yet to explore my eager insides. I worked a clear drop of precum and out of the tip of Jamal’s unbelievable cock and smoothed it down the sides, polishing his dick to shine like ebony marble. I teased wrapped my plush lips around the fat mushroom head, and with a lust that was even greater than ever before, began to slurp the pulsing head with all the force I could muster, milking it for all it was worth, twirling my tongue around his sensitive cockhead and sucking it like a vacuum cleaner. His response was immediate, He let out a hard moan and gripped my head with is strong hand. Marquis’s cock, which he had pressed slowly against my relatively tight (compared to the monster he was pushing in there) pussy, broke through the tight outer muscles and into the deep, wet canal that was so starved for big black dick. The penetration brought instant satisfaction, and I was tempted to stop my labors on Jamal’s cock and savor the relief my cunt had been crying out for since stepping into this car full of hot black guys and my equally slutty best friend.

In fear of pissing of Jamal, I returned my attention to his mouth-watering cock. Marquis, once he buried his tool to the balls, began to pump in and out of me in rhythm with the thumping bass from the music from Andre’s stereos. Jamal, gripping the base of his cock released my head and let me do what I had been waiting to do to his beautiful cock since the day I was born. The rhythm of our fucking was soon established, and Marquis’s brimming balls would slap against by cunt as I gagged down as much of Jamal’s cock as I could. Andre had been a god before, but the feeling of two black cocks bumping inside of you is a feeling that is beyond divine. I was beyond doubting my choice in the matter; I was seeing my lifelong desires finally come to life. There is something rewarding about satisfying about fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires. As Marquis hands grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me down on his fat cock and Jamal pulled his glistening black dick out of my mouth and rubbed it across my face, I knew that there was nothing else on this earth for me.

Jamal took hold of my head and pushed my face back down into his balls. I dutifully obeyed, and resumed licking and fondling them. He was rubbing his huge cock with one hand, holding my head down with the other. I moaned breathlessly with each thrust from Marquis cock, I didn’t want it to ever end.

I could hear Brandy screaming in the front seat, but it seemed like a million miles away. Clearly Andre was giving her twat the plowing it deserved, but all my senses were consumed with the black cocks that were filling my mouth and splitting my eager pussy wide open. We were in our own world, and I imagine so were Brandy and Andre.

Jamal let go his cock, and it slapped against my forehead as I looked up at him. Marquis, with a groan, pulled his cock out of my well stretch twat and breathed heavily behind me. Jamal pushed me upright by my shoulders and commanded me to slide onto his lap. He slid underneath me until I was propped up on my knees over his stomach. I took the time to look over the seat and to see little Brandy, her face red and eyes closed, with hot satisfied moans escaping her mouth, sideways in the front seat getting fucked raw by Andre and his undeniable black dick. He pistoned in and out her at a pace that was clearly overwhelming her senses. His strong bare chest shone with the sweat of what had to be at least half an hour of unrelenting pounding, of stuffing a dick that Brandy couldn’t have even dreamed of the night before, in and out of her practically virgin cunt. She was getting her brains fucked out up there.

I felt Marquis hands press against the hot skin of my back, and I lowered myself down over Jamal. He looked up at me and I felt him placing his dick at the entrance of my well fucked snatch. Marquis had lowered was propping himself up with his hands, and I had a creeping suspicion that I something I might not be able to handle was about to happen. Jamal flexed his rock hard cock up to the entrance of my pussy taking hold of my ass, arched his back and pulled me down and pushed it all the way inside of me. I let out a scream of pain and pleasure as his dick pressed even further than Andre’s had and I was quickly rolling my ass up and down on his massive member. After working my twat out for a minute, Jamal took hold of my ass and brought it to a stop. I felt a finger press against my completely virgin asshole, giving it an exploratory stretch. I heard Marquis spit down onto my asshole, and I begin to worry. Jamal, who was staring up at me, read my mind.

“We about to see if you can really take a dick, bitch.” He spoke up to me, in a wickedly cruel voice that completely turned me on. Jamal was eager to treat me like the slut that I was and I then immediately realized that deserved being fucked in the ass by Marquis was exactly what a horny white slut like me deserved. The inevitability of it all dispelled all my fears in a flash and as the first inch of his enormously thick cock began to spread my tight asshole, my body was consumed by a flood of feeling that transcended pain and pleasure, an indescribable feeling of being completely opened up, of being completely penetrated and exposed.

The feeling only grow as his cock plowed deeper and deeper into my ass, and as Jamal began resumed his ruthless pummeling of my stretched pussy from below; I went over the edge like I never had before. I bucked my ass back against their penetrating cocks, my neck arched and my hair cracked in the air as my head jerked back in response to the overwhelming sensation. My fingers dug into Jamal’s shoulders as the fucked me with all their might, Marquis soon ramming his enormous black prick in and out of my freshly uncovered ass, burying his cock inside parts of me that I never even knew could exist. And I fucked them back, pushing against their cocks and sending them deeper inside of me, my screams became louder and louder and my control became less and less. I forgot that I was in car parked behind a dugout at my high school baseball field. I forgot that my best friend was in the front seat getting reamed by the black guy who had brought me into this wonderful new world of absolute carnal pleasure. All I knew was cock, black cock, and how much I always wanted it inside every hole I could squeeze it into. As Marquis stretched my ass further and further from recognition and Jamal slammed his huge cock inside my quivering cunt, striking my clit and ramming through a million nerves with each powerful thrust, I was finally happy. For a moment, all of my senses came together and answered the question most people are never lucky enough to have answered. This was what I was born for. I didn’t care if it made sense or not, there was nothing as powerful and overwhelming as having my insides turn inside out by a couple of fat black cocks.

Marquis was the first to come, and did so with a roar and powerful barrage of thrusts that blasted my newly opened asshole full of his hot black seed and rolled my eyes back in their sockets. Jamal soon followed suit and planted an unimaginably potent load of his cum deep inside my womb coating my inside with his glorious black nut. They held their cocks inside of me after they came, breathing and sweating as their orgasms left them and their sense returned. I went limp as Marquis pulled his cock out of my ass; I could feel it dilate in the hot, dank air of the car that had been our fuck-pen. The sound of slurping brought me to my senses, and with Jamal’s spent cock still deep inside me, I rose and looked over the front seat in time to see Brandy getting blasted in the face with Andre’s ivory white cum. It spewed from his shining black cock in blast after blast, and brandy, like the good slut that I knew she was, took it across her face and swallowed every drop that landed in her mouth. Andre grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed his cock against her face, rubbing the juices of his cum and her extremely well fucked pussy across her lips and face. Her slender tan body glistened with the efforts of her lovemaking, and I smiled down at her. I felt no shame in what I had done, and she shouldn’t either.

Andre turned and looked over at me. “You got your fill for tonight, Kat?” he said mockingly, still holding his impressively hard cock in his hand.

I looked down at Brandy and smiled. “Not quite yet.” Marquis, who had slumped back in the seat and opened his door to let some cool air into the car that had been so heated up by the passions of all our fucking, laughed out loud.

“This girl is a freak Andre. No doubt.” Marquis said. Pulling his shorts up and stepping out of the car to cool off.

I smiled and leaned forward and wrapped my hands around Brandy’s pretty, cum-covered face. I wanted her to know not to be ashamed of anything, not to worry about judgment or question something so beautiful because of what she was afraid I might think. I pulled her face closed to mine and kissed her softly over the seat, tasting the familiar flavor of Andre’s dick and his warm, salty cum still lingering in her mouth.

“Thank you Kat.” She whispered. “I never would have done it without you.”

Underneath me, Jamal pulled his softening but still rigid cock from my pussy and slid out from under me. He leaned against the door and looked over at me. Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled the smoke and looked at me with his flinty eyes. I wasn’t sure if he was disgusted with this grows display of lust or pleased with my no-holes barred performance. Looking at Andre, he said simply “These white girls startin to learn how this crew works”

Andre nodded in agreement slapped Brandy playfully on the ass. “Damn right J. We got some good pussy in these girls.” Andre was clearly proud of sharing his catch with his friends.

I noticed Brandy was looking down at my ass and I turned to see the handiwork my two black studs had wrought. My ass was still dilating, slowly sealing itself back up, and a thick stream of cum ran down my crack and joined with the current that was dripping from my completely fucked pussy. It was a strangely beautiful sight and I relaized leaned back in the brown leather seats, savoring the serene satisfaction that only being shot full of dick and a cum can bring a girl.

Brandy smiled at me and giggled. “Next time we smoke out, I get to set in the back.”

His head moved down to her body, this time, his tongue going between her soft firm mounds of flesh. He licked around the each one, moving along the underside, around the outside and then all the way around to where he began. His tongue then moved from the underside, up her cone shaped breasts, stopping just short of touching her nipples. He paid attention to one breast and then moved to the other. His finger continued to stroke Daphne’s pussy through her panties, once in a while moving to her leg and touching that soft place at the side. He could feel the stubble of her bikini line and when he felt her squirm he moved his hand once again to the crotch of her panties.

Brad moved off of the bed and stood over Daphne, looking down on the young girl. Daphne could see that his cock had risen to the occasion, standing at attention like a good little soldier. Brad took her feet in his hands and took her socks off one at a time, taking time to kiss each one of her toes individually. He then bent over and pulled Daphne’s jeans off of her legs, leaving her laying on the bed in nothing but her panties.

“Such a fine looking lady,” Daphne heard Brad mumble as he bent forward and put his lips to her panty covered pussy. She felt Brad’s hot breath through the white material and he could smell the aroma of her pussy and it made his cock twitch. He nibbled on her pussy through her panties and then moved up and took the elastic of her waistband between his teeth. He put his hands in the elastic of her panties and he pulled them down, taking in her sweet body with his eyes. Brad once again stood above Daphne, throwing her panties over his shoulder and looking at the girl on the bed.

Daphne looked up at this handsome young man, his white muscled body glistening from his perspiration. His cock seemed larger than it had been minutes ago. Brad got on his knees and pulled Daphne so her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the floor and then he moved between her legs, pushing her knees apart with his hands. Her smell was perfume to his nose as well as his cock. He moved his face in close to her wet pubic mound and took his tongue and gently touched it against her slit. “Fuck YES.” Dapnhe moaned as he continued to snake his tongue out and running it along her swollen clit. The musky taste of her pussy saturated his taste buds and he moved forward, pushing his tongue into the depths of her vagina. Daphne put her hands on his head and attempted to pull the strong soldier forward but try as she may, she could not over come his strength. “Oh yes baby, lick my pussy Brad. Please, lick my pussy,” she cooed as he snaked his tongue in and out of her.

“Get ready girl,” Brad said as he took his hand and spread her cunt lips and moved forward for the kill. He sucked her clit into his mouth and Daphne could take it no longer. Her pent up frustration overcame her and she wrapped her legs around Brad’s shoulders and pulled him tightly against her crotch. Brad continued to suck on Daphne’s clit, sucking it into his mouth and then releasing it. Daphne felt her orgasm building up, felt the muscles in her lower extremities start to contract and she started bucking her hips against his face, riding it for all it was worth. Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure moved over her body as brad continued to suck on her clit and lick her swollen lips. “FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!” she screamed as her orgasm peaked and then slowly subsided. Her legs went weak and she released Brad’s head. Brad pulled his head from between Daphne’s legs and then stood at the foot of the bed.

“Now we fuck Daphne,” he said as he moved on top of the woman lying prone before him. Brad took her under the arms and pushed her up the bed, her ass sliding up the covers. He moved over Daphne, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. He kissed Daphne on the lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She wanted to say “No,” to this man that was about to enter her but when she felt his hard hot cock against her leg, all of her resistance vanished. The taste of her sexual juices were on Brad’s face but instead of turning her stomach like she though it would, the smell and taste just made him seem more desirable. She could feel her sexual passion rise again as his dick moved up her leg and touched the entrance to her love tunnel.

Brad positioned himself over her body and took his cock in his hand. Daphne put her hand on his to help him guide it to her pleasure center. Moving slowly forward, he entered her, pushing it in, stopping after an inch or so and leaving it there. Daphne squirmed and tried to move her hips forward but Brad held his ground and pulled it out ever so slowly and then moving forward, putting a little more into her. “Please Brad, don’t tease me,” she pleaded as he left it inside, enjoying the sensation of her hot pussy. Brad moved his hips backwards once more and then pushed it inside and let it go till her pussy surrounded every inch of his cock. “Oh yeah Brad! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard!” she moaned as he started a slow in and out motion inside her.

“You are so fucking tight!” Brad whispered to her as he moved in and out of her, increasing his intensity with every stroke. Her pussy was wet and hot and he moved in and out of her easily. “You feel so fucking good Daph,” he cried as he picked up his pace.

“Mmmmmm. Yes. Fuck me soldier, fuck me!” she moaned as he pushed his dick into the beautiful African American girl underneath him. Although he had cum just moments before, he could feel his balls burn with the desire to cum inside her. He pulled out and rolled over on his back. “Get on top Daphne,” he said as he lay there with his cock sticking in the air.

Daphne, not one to miss a chance to be in control, moved her legs over him and straddled his dick. He held his cock in his hand and she put her pussy over it and ever so slowly, moved down on his hard pole. “Oh fuck yes,” she cried as she sank down the length of his shaft. She leaned forward and her tits were in front of his face and he took one of her hard nipples in her mouth. She moved back and forth across his cock, moving her hips in a circular motion, rubbing her clit across the hot shaft as he sucked on her titty. His hands touched her back and moved down to her buttocks. Brad squeezed her firm ass cheeks and moved up and down, trying to get as deep into this woman as possible. Daphne moved back and started moving up and down on Brad’s dick. “Oh god Daph, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes Brad, cum inside me. Cum deep inside my sweet black pussy soldier!” The words had no sooner left her mouth than she felt the cum from his testicles leave the end of his penis and squirt deep into her womb. She felt her own orgasm start as he shot inside her. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he squirted his cock juice deep inside her. “Oh Fuck!!!!!!” she yelled, stiffening as her orgasm completely took over her being. She leaned forward and held Brad tight as her body quivered with release. She continued to ride his cock till it started going soft and then she collapsed forward and laid her head on his shoulder. “God that was good Brad,” she cooed into his ear. They lay like that for a while, then she rolled off or him. Brad looked at the clock. It was only 12 hours before he shipped out. Daphne laid her head on his shoulder and they talked for an hour and then she sat up and picked up the phone.

“Who you calling Daph,” he asked?

“I’m calling Leroy,” she replied. She sat with the phone in her hand. “Leroy,” she asked. “Yeah, this is Daphne. I just wanted you to know that I’ll be over in a little while to pick up the kids.”

Brad tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around. “Yeah, and tell Leroy thanks for watching the kids, and for helping out last night,” he told her.

“Yeah, Leroy? Brad said thanks for everything. Oh, ok. Bye Leroy.”

Daphne put the phone in the cradle and lay down and looked at Brad. “He told me to tell you it was the least he could do for his favorite brother in law.” Daphne closed her eyes, wishing that her husband didn’t have to go this afternoon, but that was the military life. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep knowing that her husband still loved her and that every thing was going to be ok from now on.

“The end”