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Kate had met her husband Brian while she was a freshman in college, and he was just starting off as an assistant professor. He was eight years older than she, but at the time, that did not seem like much at all. He was extremely good looking, and lots of the coeds were hot for him. When Kate had him for a class during her second semester, the two of them had sensed a connection that grew and grew. They dated quietly for the next three years while she continued her undergraduate work, but once she graduated, they wasted no time in getting married, tying the knot only weeks after commencement.

They were totally in love with one another, and just as Brian was considered a great catch by most women, so too was Kate an extremely hot looking young woman. Sex between them had always been wonderful, and neither of them had ever considered straying from the other, why would they? Over the next several years, they had three boys and did all of the things with their kids that happy, well adjusted families try to do. Kate continued working, mostly so the family could afford the extra frills that the family had become accustomed to: big house in the suburbs, vacations, ski house, and more. Because they shared so many of the family chores together, neither Kate nor Brian felt over burdened with family responsibilities.

During the last two or three years, Kate had been looking for a job that offered her more time off, and one that placed less stress upon her at work and at home. Finally, that job materialized, and she could not have been happier.

She had begun her new job in March, and she loved it from the very beginning. She had worked in the high stress field of medical administration for about a dozen years, and now, at the age of 33 and with three growing boys, she was absolutely ready for a change. Her new job caused her to be part of a team of medical experts who inspected healthcare facilities all over her state.

The position was one that was sought after by many, but one in which only a few lucky professionals ever found themselves. A position funded by the federal government, it paid well, the hours were stable, there was no stress at all, and the people she worked with were a great group. And, one added benefit of the job was the four day work week, ensuring that every weekend was at the very least a three day holiday for her and her family.

Following two weeks of orientation, Kate joined a team of four other inspectors and set out in earnest in her new position. She was one of three women and three men. Ginny and Laura, who both looked to be middle aged and married, specialized in questions dealing with nutrition. Paul, a thirty-something gay man from the city, was a social worker who dealt with any issues pertaining to that specialty. And Marc, an exceptionally well built and good looking black guy, who couldn’t be over thirty, if he was even that old, was a medical professional like herself. Kate quickly assessed the women and Paul, noting that the women were married, had older kids, and were hoping for the next few years to go by fast so they could retire.

Paul was a slight man of average looks around 50, and he was comfortable with his status as a gay man. He had a live-in partner, and was all around a pretty pleasant guy with a great sense of humor. Marc, Kate figured, probably got the job at such a young age because of affirmative action. But that didn’t matter to her as he was at once bright, pleasant, sensitive, and down to earth. And, what really made Marc a pleasure to know was the fact that like Kate, he was an avid follower of baseball and sports in general. What’s more, Marc had a mildly sarcastic sense of humor, which gradually revealed itself as Kate got to know him better.

As time passed, she learned to her amazement, that Marc, like her Brian had just turned forty-one years old. Kate was amazed. When Brian had been in his twenties and thirties, he was physically fit and looked great, but now that he was in his forties, he was starting to look more like his age. On the other hand, Marc’s perfect physique made him look many years younger. Unlike the others, he did not seem to have a significant other, but he did mention dating from time to time. As Kate thought about Marc, she realized that he could probably have his way with any girl he chose to date, because he was so handsome and was blessed with such an athletic physique. Actually, she knew that his great body was something that he worked on faithfully each day, and so it was the result of his own efforts and self discipline, and not any blessing that had been bestowed upon him.

As the months passed, Kate grew to enjoy her group of coworkers very much. They really were a great group of people who all got along well together. She enjoyed them all, but she especially enjoyed Marc because of their common interest in baseball with one of them always trying to have the news of the latest preseason signings first. She also enjoyed his sarcastic humor. And, she knew that she always enjoyed watching him because he was such a good looking guy, a great face, and a great body to complement it. Not that he flaunted it, because he didn’t. In fact, Marc wore loose fitting shirts and slacks almost all of the time. Once in a while, he would wear a shirt that would cling to his beautifully sculpted upper body just a bit, and all of the women, including Kate would give him a hard time about showing off. For his part, Paul would smile and tell Marc that he wished he were younger. This would get a laugh from them all.

Marc too enjoyed his group of co workers, and he especially liked Kate. In his eyes, she was perfect with her sandy hair; her very beautifully shaped rounded tits, thin waist, and perfectly formed legs. For him, perhaps her best feature was the blue eyes which sparkled from her truly beautiful face. He could not believe that she was 33 and had three boys. When he first saw her, he thought she could not be older than 27, and he figured that she must have had some connection to get the job at such a young age. He found talking to her easy since they had a common interest in baseball and sports in general. This worked well for him as it gave him an easy opening to at once talk to this white beauty while taking in every beautiful feature of her body.

As time passed, it became obvious to all that Kate and Marc had a special connection to one another, not only professionally, but also interpersonally in their common interests. So, it was not uncommon to see them spending a lot of time talking with one another. When Kate would talk with Marc, she would sometimes notice how he would look deep into her eyes, and at these times she felt her heart race and her stomach tingle.

And while she was embarrassed by it, she felt her vagina moisten just a bit with excitement. This was a strange experience for her as it had never happened with any other guy except her Brian. But there was no denying it to herself. She knew she was attracted to this hot looking black man with the handsome smile, and she enjoyed interacting with him and watching him.

And from time to time, she would let her mind wander about what it might be like to be with him. But she knew that she never could because of her love for and devotion to Brian. Still, Kate felt a warm connection to Marc, and she felt that he felt the same way about her. It was funny, because she thought that if she were now a single woman, she would definitely be interested in dating someone like Marc, even though he was black, and while that was now acceptable to do, it was still not done widely by people in her age bracket.

Because of these feelings about Marc, Kate was always on her guard about appearing to be flirty with him. She did her best not to let herself show how she really felt about him, to him or in front of the others. She did not ever want things to slip out of control. And she had a gnawing feeling that things could slip out of control with Marc, depending upon the situation.

It was strange; she had never been worried about anything happening between her and another man. But with Marc, she was so attracted to him; she just did not want to be in a situation where she was not in total control. So, while she enjoyed the mildly sarcastic banter, and while she loved playing practical jokes on him, she was careful to stick to the role of devoted wife and mother who had no real interest in anyone other than her husband.

In truth, sex with Brian was still wonderful. He was still a good looking guy in his forties, and they still loved one another very much. But on those occasions when Kate let her mind think about how it might be to be with the tightly toned Marc who was considerably bigger in stature and in muscular bulk than Brian, she felt herself getting very excited. It was not that Marc was a huge guy, but it was just that at forty one, he still looked like he was in his twenties with a tightly ripped body, broad shoulders, strong chest, thin waist and a great ass. Kate kept these thoughts to herself.

For his part, Marc liked Kate very much as a person. He really enjoyed the fact that she could talk about sports intelligently, and he enjoyed her quick and sarcastic replies to his comments. On another level, he was totally taken with her physical appearance. She always dressed in a way that highlighted, but did not flaunt, her beautifully kept body. Her face was flat out beautiful. Everything about it, the eyes, the nose, the lips……..was beautiful. And lately, Marc had focused his attention on her wonderfully round tits and perfectly shaped ass. When he looked at her, he had all he could do to control himself, and frequently he felt his coal black shaft coming to life when in her company. Yet he doubted that he could ever have her, as she was so fully wrapped up in her husband and perfect family.

While Marc had done a lot of dating, he was fussy, and had not ever found someone with whom he thought he could spend the rest of his life. But, Kate was different. If only he could find someone like her, he certainly could spend the rest of his life with her. Between her beautiful body and her terrific personality, Marc would never want for more. But, while Marc could catch glimpses of interest in Kate’s eyes from time to time when they occasionally locked eyes, she would always look away and give the unmistakable message that she was taken.

As June was about to turn into July, the entire team of inspectors were preparing to take two weeks of vacation at the same time, during the weeks of and following the July Fourth holiday. Thus, on the last day of work before their vacation started, they all decided to celebrate by having dinner and drinks together.

They selected a really fancy restaurant that was central to where they all lived and began things with a couple of drinks in the bar. Kate, unlike Ginny and Laura, had only one drink, knowing that after dinner she was planning on a long drive to the mountains where Brian and the boys were already settling into their vacation house for summer vacation. Just one drink gave Kate a buzz that she felt warmed here entire body. But, as their table was ready, they switched to the dining room, where Kate felt as though she could have one more drink.

She figured that the meal would soak up the extra alcohol. And it did, most of it. As dinner progressed, everyone loosened up a bit with the drinks they had had and the wine they had shared from a couple of bottles of wine Paul had bought for the table. Kate was feeling warm from the effects of her two drinks and now the wine. She was totally relaxed, and enjoying herself, realizing that she would have to watch any added drinks, or she would have to drive north in the morning, instead of tonight.

At the table, Kate sat next to Ginny on the right and Laura was on her left. Paul and Marc sat directly across from the woman. On this particular day, Marc had decided to dress more casually, since it was the last day of work for a couple of weeks. Thus, he had worn a short sleeved knit golf shirt which beautifully displayed his broad, square shoulders, his sculptured pecs, and his thickly bulging biceps. The shirt was not tucked into his pants, but hung loosely at his waist. A couple of times during the day when he would bend over, the shirt rode up Marc’s torso and revealed a quick glimpse of his dark skinned, trim waist and his defined abs.

Kate took in the view quietly, but it only set her mind in motion, thinking about what a handsome specimen he must be without any shirt on at all. Marc’s thick forearms also reflected his efforts at keeping every part of his anatomy in perfect condition. Having Marc dressed this way and sitting across from her was just about too much for Kate to handle. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes off him. His incredibly hot appearance had her heart racing, and she felt a strange tingling in her abdomen.

What really surprised her, and even worried her a little, was the fact that she could feel her vagina moistening with excitement as she took in the stud across from her. She was feeling a warm glow from the drinks and the wine, and she determined to be careful for the rest of the evening so that she would not do something that would embarrass herself.

As Marc looked at Kate across from him, he was amazed at how beautiful she looked with her face flushed just a bit. He thought that the alcohol must have deepened the color of her face, and it looked even more beautiful than usual. He also noticed that she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of him. He smiled to himself, and wondered if she might possibly feel hot for him as he did for her. As he took in her soft features, the light colored sandy hair, her full and rounded breasts, Marc felt himself hardening as he thought of the possibilities. He thought to himself that he would love to have her, just once…….and he got harder still.

Conversation at dinner ranged over a variety of things, and everyone was upbeat and happy, mostly because they all knew they had two weeks of leisure facing them. Following dinner, Ginny, who was feeling very good indeed with all of the drinks and wine she had consumed, suggested that they head to the lounge for another drink or two. All agreed that it was a good idea. They found a table, ordered and continued talking. This time, Kate and Marc sat next to one another. They exchanged their latest thoughts on the early start of the baseball season, and made small talk in general. Shortly after their drinks arrived, live entertainment began in the lounge. Ginny immediately asked Paul if he wanted to dance, and he was only too happy to agree. Marc wanted to ask Kate to dance to the fast music that was playing, but that meant that Laura would be alone at the table. So he waited. But, Laura excused herself to the ladies’ room, and Marc said to Kate, “Want to try dancing to this one?”

“Sure, I’m not much of a dancer though.”

“Perfect, neither am I.”, he responded with a playful smile.

It turned out that they were both far too humble. Marc and Kate were both surprised with how well the other danced. They both enjoyed dancing, and so they were pleasantly surprised. Paul and Ginny on the other hand, were definitely not very good at all, and it was obvious. As she danced, Kate had a chance to watch Marc’s movements on the floor. He moved smoothly, athletically, almost erotically. He was a great dancer, and Kate felt herself getting aroused watching him as he danced across from her. Marc kept his eyes on his beautiful dance partner as well. She flowed in her movements and he especially liked watching her ass and her breasts in motion.

As the music ended, they all returned to the table where Laura had just returned as well. She indicated that she was tired, and so bid them all good bye and good vacation. Ginny commented on what good dancers Kate and Marc were, and told Marc she had to dance with him as well.

More drinks were ordered and they all danced a couple more fast ones. Paul finished his drink and called it a night. Ginny, Kate, and Marc were left in the lounge and decided to order one last drink. Kate realized that the warm and relaxed feeling she was experiencing was from the several drinks she had had since dinner was over. But she felt fine, not at all like she was close to intoxicated. Ginny, on the other hand was looking a little bit tipsy and both Marc and Kate noted this in their glances to one another. As the band began a slow number, Ginny excused herself to the ladies room, and Marc seized upon the opportunity to ask Kate to join him on the dance floor.

Kate felt warm and comfortable as she placed her hands on Marc’s shoulders. She did not place her head on his shoulder; rather she kept her body away from his by just a couple of inches. But, she could feel his thickly muscled shoulders, and she could feel some of his taut upper body touching hers. And it felt so good to her. Her abdomen was experiencing a strange sensation of excitement as she danced with this hot black stud. Marc placed his hands on the back of Kate’s waist, almost onto her ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her soft body next to his, and he wanted in the worst way to cup his hands on her ass and pull her mid section into his thickening black shaft.

“And here I thought you would be different.” Marc stated simply.

Kate pulled back from him so she could look into his eyes. “What do you mean by that?” She asked, totally puzzled.

“Well, since you danced all those fast numbers so well, looked so hot, had all the best moves, I just thought that you could do a slow dance just as well, not like all white women do them.” He said this with his usual sarcastic bite to it and with a smile on his handsome lips.

“Just what is that supposed to mean? Like all white women do them? Are you saying I am not a good slow dancer that I dance like all white women? What’s that supposed to mean anyway? She knew that what she really wanted to do was to hold his body tightly to hers, to feel his defined muscles pressed against her body, to slide her hands up and down his back, and his arms, feeling the fruits of his daily work outs. With these thoughts in mind, she could feel her vagina becoming saturated with the moisture of sexual excitement. And, Kate also had the thought that the alcohol she had had might be causing her to let her normal defenses around Marc slip just a bit. What she did not realize was that while she was responding to him, she was unconsciously tightening her hands on his shoulder muscles.

“Sorry, didn’t mean for it to become a race thing, but let’s face it Kate, do you always dance a slow dance by keeping your body rigid and backed away from the guy you’re dancing with? I mean, it’s just not natural. You were so smooth during the fast dances, and now, you’ve stiffened up. I mean, it’s just a dance, Kate. It’s not sex, just a dance, so lighten up a little. Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot white girls can’t do that.” This he said with a broad smile, and he knew it would irritate the hell out of her.

“You bastard. You know I’m a good dancer; you’re just trying to get me going. And, what about you? What makes you think you’re such an item out here? If you were so steaming hot, you’d………” And Kate stopped herself right there, realizing that the liquor had indeed loosened her lips.

“I’d what?” Marc asked. “What were you going to say?”

But then she went on, more calmly. “Alright. So exactly how would one of the sisters be dancing with you right now? Since we white women just don’t have a clue. Do you have any suggestions?” Kate looked into Marc’s face, and felt a thrill course through her body, and felt her vagina gush anew. He was looking directly into her eyes, smiling that great smile. His eyes pierced into hers and locked on them. She was afraid that she might not be able to control the urges she felt welling up inside of her. “Well?” She said.

Jules was now covered with cum…her face was sticky with it, her mouth redolent with beads of it all around her lips…her taste corrupted by the sheer volume so far…and there was still more to cum! Her Mr.Hyde Libido now took over entirely and she begged for things that she never would have thought herself capable of requesting.

“Please!” she invoked…”Please…spank me! Spank me and fuck me hard!” The bald man smiled thinly and directed the two that were fucking her ass and her cunt to withdraw. They lifted Jules up and then threw her delicate form over a barrel that was tipped on it’s side. The one who pinioned her arms was the one whom she had been sucking and he reassumed control of her as he shoved his hips forward and his erection back inside her mouth.

The bald man lifted a leather belt above his shoulder and brought it down smartly upon Jules’ pale bottom! Immediately, a shallow, red welt appeared and he committed the leather to her skin another seven or eight times. Jules wasn’t sure, but if she didn’t cum merely from the sensation of the belt, she had very nearly been there. She swallowed the cock hungrily and the man pulled her face gently away. His wet cock slipped easily into her from behind and the hard, large prick situated itself so wonderfully within her that she couldn’t think of any pleasure so great! But these Turks were inventive, and a new initiative startled and thrilled her!

The bald man lifted her legs and the man fucking her momentarily pulled away. She looked over her shoulder and watched as the man with the skinny cock, now erect again, lay beneath her. But this time, instead of the one under her fucking her cunt and one behind her fucking her ass, BOTH inserted their stiff cocks into her slick pussy!

She had never before felt this sensation but it had a profound effect on her that amused the Turks. She began to wail as both cocks in tandem began to fuck her. She could feel the shafts rubbing against her clit and also against each other! She wondered what this felt like for the men! Her eyes were closed and she was sensing an intense orgasm just building, when one of the men who had stood aside thus far, poured a liberal draught of Ouzo into her mouth then inserted his cock. She swallowed the Ouzo just ahead of the cock and, with a free hand, cupped his balls from beneath. She concentrated on her cock-sucking and let the twin shafts impaling her recede slightly from her consciousness so that she could prolong this ecstasy!

She felt the cock in her lips begin to twitch and she anticipated the taste of semen. Suddenly, a fat finger was inserted into her ass by the man fucking her cunt from behind! It nearly drove her mad with the incredible rush that she experienced! She came violently and coughed as she spat out the cock to scream in exclamation of pure joy!

The men continued their rough ramming and slamming and she crested again and again! Two men appeared before her face and each demanded her attention! She sucked one cock and then shifted her face in the direction of the other. Thus…both men alternated and she sucked each in turn. She was just getting into a rhythm when she was completely disengaged by all parties and picked up and deposited on a divan in the office within the warehouse. The two men stood at her head, one leg on the floor and the other on the divan…each at opposite sides of her. Her original Turk now knelt before her and slowly shoved his prick deep inside her cunt. His hands cupped her breasts and he smiled at her and nodded so that she’d look to the sides of her. There…two men pulled at their own organs and stroked themselves fiercely! They moaned and each stepped forward to discharge their loads in her direction. She opened her mouth, but they instead took aim at her breasts which the Turk had let go of only moments before. Thick clots of white semen stuck to the white skin and their dark cocks contrasted interestingly with her milky skin. The cum oozed over each tit and she used both of her hands to smooth the warm offerings over her nipples and onto her belly. She was just luxuriating in the warm, sticky feel of the stuff when her Turk moaned loudly and pulled his cock from her! He grasped the shaft and directed it toward her chest as he stood! She pulled him forward and grabbed his cock and pumped it several times. The effect was a splashing of cum that washed over her open mouth and dribbled down her breasts. She spread this over each tit as well and was surprised as the men, now expended, all stood nude before her and bowed!

It seemed so uncharacteristic and almost civil. She smiled and they all clapped loudly! She hid her face in temporary embarrassment.

They laughed and began to talk to themselves in their own language. From the staccato remarks that were immediately met with the same, she guessed that they were all bragging as to who fucked best, made her cum more, or individually came the most. She stretched and then accepted an offering of a warm towel. She washed off the semen, threw on her dress and pulled it up as best she could. Her Turk put someone’s raincoat over her and called a cab for her.

She let their voices drone in the warehouse as she waited patiently for the taxi. When the cab arrived, a look of recognition flashed between her Turk and the driver. A handful of bills were pressed at the driver and Jules was motioned to climb in. She hopped in back and ignored the strange smile in the mirror when the driver asked her for her destination. She gave him an address several blocks from the one where she actually lived. She’d walk the rest to assure her anonymity and safety.

In the ensuing ride she let the cool night air reawaken her senses which were a dull mixture of carnal satiation, alcohol, and the smell of cigarettes and male sweat. She was certain that she would reflect on this night many times in the future when she was alone. Had she now exorcised this dark demon? Or was there more to experience? Only time would tell she mused!

-The end?

“Spit in your hand and coat my cock with it.”

“Ooo no. Cant I just jerk on it like this?” She stroked it a couple times, which felt good, but it still needed lubrication. “Wait, there’s a bottle of suntan lotion.”

“No, spit in your hand. I don’t mind.” Booker didn’t want the aroma from the lotion blocking the scent of his pheromones. Plus, the lotion was there for when he got the urge to fuck some bitch’s ass. “Just get it started, my cock will lubricate itself.”

Vicki was surprised to find that she didn’t want to let go of Booker’s penis, but she did and wrinkled her nose as she spit in her hand. She coated his cock with it, somehow not surprised that her little bit of spittle wasn’t nearly enough. She coated what she could and began stroking her hands along it.

Vicki was fascinated with the huge black cock in her hands. She should be disgusted that the man was forcing her to jerk him off in order to buy her beer. Instead, she was grateful he was allowing her to do this. It was a privilege to touch his cock. The more she stroked it breathing it’s aroma through her nose, the more infatuated she became with the muscular black man. It was indeed lubricating itself, a viscous substance was pouring out the head making her hands as sticky as her thighs.

“Like it?”

“Unh-huh,” she nodded using both hands now to jerk it.

“Why don’t you lick it?”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Just try it.” Vicki couldn’t think straight. Something that would have disgusted her fifteen minutes ago suddenly seemed like a great idea. For some reason she wanted to please Booker more then she ever had… What was her boyfriend’s name?

“Start by licking the head. Pull the foreskin back and lick all around it. Keep stroking the shaft or we’ll be here for hours.”

The monster cock-head loomed large in her vision as Vicki brought her face forward, tentatively sticking out her tongue. She shivered with pleasure as her tongue touched it. Once she had made contact it was easier and she slid her tongue all around the head. At first, she tried to avoid the fluid leaking out of his slit, but the amount was too copious and her tongue continuously made contact with it. Luckily, it wasn’t as nasty as she expected, her tongue even wiggling into his pee-slit for more.

“That’s a good girl, Vicki. Lick that black cock. Do the shaft now.” Vicki licked down the shaft, her tongue running over every ridge, vein, and bump. “Now take it in your mouth,” Booker added.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Just try. Suck on what you can and jerk the rest with your hands.”

“It’s too big.”

“Sucking cock is easy once you get used to it. You’ve never done this before?” She shook her head no and he continued, “I bet your friends do this? I bet Ginger has, I bet she’s real popular.” Ginger’s body was enough to make her every boy’s fantasy. If Booker was reading her right, Vicki had a strong desire to be popular. “Become a good cocksucker and you’ll be the most popular girl in school. Consider this training.”

Vicki didn’t see herself doing this ever again, but she sure had a strong desire to do it for Booker. She decided to try and placed her lips on the tip of his cock. She pushed, opening her mouth, wanting to gag as soon as the head pushed inside her. She sucked on the tip while slowly stroking his rod. This was sure taking a long time. Booker didn’t cum quickly like her boyfriend.

“It’s ok, I don’t expect much from you.”

Vicki felt both relieved and infuriated. She could do better. She began bobbing her head rapidly of the tip while stroking his shaft with every ounce of strength she had. She experimented taking more of his cock in her mouth with each bob. It was easier to suppress her gag reflex as the head wasn’t deep in her mouth for long before it was gone again.

“That’s a good girl. Keep doing me like that. It’s so hot seeing my big black cock sticking out of your pretty face. I’m gonna cum. Oh yeah, baby. Arghh.”

Booker’s grunt startled Vicki from the elation she was feeling when he called her pretty. She was so happy she hadn’t even paid attention to the fact that his cock had swollen and he was about to cum in her mouth. He thrust his hips as he grunted pushing the cock-head into her throat just as he came. An unbelievable amount of cum shot down her throat and she jerked her head back in disgust. This was a big mistake as his huge balls weren’t anywhere near emptying their load. Her mouth filled with cum so swiftly, she feared she’d choke on it. Her first reflex was to swallow, but she wasn’t fast enough and sperm dribbled down her lips. He continued cumming to the point where she had to pull it out of her mouth, only to get a face full of his hot seed as she did so.

“That was great Vicki. Sorry I came so quickly, you’re just such a beautiful woman, I couldn’t hold back. I’ll be right back.” Booker opened the shed door and disappeared.

Several thoughts were bouncing around her mind at once: That was quick? It had to of been thirty minutes. He thinks I’m beautiful. Sperm actually tastes good. Booker returned with some napkins from the hot dog stand, but she was already pushing the cum on her face into her mouth and licking it off her chin.

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Booker left the lifeguard headquarters and got in his jeep. It was a short drive to King Pharmaceuticals. The factory was the entire reason for the enhanced takeover of Stony Harbor. The building produced legitimate medicine, making a nice profit for King Enterprises as well as secretly producing the X-serum and its derivative Xcite. He scored some Xcite, the miracle drug that made women horny and men impotent. The stuff was cheap to produce, unlike the Xserum which sill cost one million a shot. Booker and all enhanced blacks were obligated to work for E&I Enterprises until they could pay back the million.

Getting the Xcite was easy once he’d explained what he wanted it for. The next stop was a liquor store for a keg of beer. It took some figuring, but Booker managed to mix the Xcite into the keg. It was enough to make the men impotent for a month while the women would be climbing the walls with frustration. He was about to ruin a lot of vacations.

Vicki was waiting for him outside the motel. Booker couldn’t help noticing the growing look of infatuation in her eyes. “The keg not enough?” she asked noticing he also carried a six pack.

“That’s for me,” Booker replied. The Xcite wouldn’t make him impotent, but it would make him slightly limp.

“Is it heavy?” Vicki nodded at the keg.

“Yeah.” Booker’s arms were bulging from carrying the keg, though his face didn’t show the strain even as he carried it up the steps.

“Beers here,” she yelled opening the motel room door.

“Alright,” yelled someone.

The girls two adjoining rooms were open and there were a few teens here, more coming later. Ginger was missing, she was out with Fred again. Booker recalled, Fred was going to get her into a bar where he knew the bouncer. It didn’t take long for the rooms to fill up and people spilled out onto the deck overlooking the boardwalk. Kids came and went. Vicki stayed close to Booker and she was starting to sway as she became drunk as were most of the kids. The few times she disappeared and some punk kid tried hitting on her, Booker would show up glaring over her shoulder at the boy. She was getting horny, touching him a lot. Other girls were touching their dates too, and more then a few were kissing.

As the night wore on and the crowd dispersed, Booker grabbed Vicki’s hand and hauled her over to a quarters game. “Got room for two more?”

“Well, we were just winding down,” said Meat. He didn’t look too happy to see the hung black man. “We’ve drunk a lot tonight.”

“And I’m anxious to get to bed,” said Mandy running her hand along Meat’s arm.

“Lets make it a quick game then, and we’ll make it interesting. How about strip quarters? Instead of a rule, you make someone take off an article of clothing.”

“That sounds interesting,” said the guy sitting with Allison.

Fred and Ginger came in at that moment. Ginger was leaning drunkenly on Fred.

“Hey Fred, why don’t you grab a beer and join us?” yelled Booker.

“Whatcha playin?”

“Strip quarters, if the girls are up for it.”

“I’m in,” said Meat. No guy would pass up a chance to see four beautiful naked girls. Both Meat and the other guy were glancing hungrily at Ginger.

“We’re in,” said Fred, getting two beers from the keg.

“OK, once you’re naked you’re out and you have to go wait on the couch naked until the games over.” Booker would never have gotten away with this if the girls hadn’t been drunk and horny.

The game started, going around a couple times with just drinks. Booker, being sober made three in a row and had Vicki remove an article of clothing. The poor girl flushed red as she pulled her top off over her head. Four pairs of male eyes zoomed in on her breasts. Vicki wore a plain white bra, but it contained a pair of very nice breasts, large, firm, with smooth skin, they almost rivalled Ginger’s for size. This was a girl not used to showing skin, who didn’t wear a bikini on the beach and had never shown this much flesh to anyone before. The men got a view of a gorgeous, flat stomach with a thin waist before she quickly sat down.

Mandy was the next to score three hits. “Booker,” she said surprising everyone. Meat smirked at his girlfriend and Booker realized, she didn’t want to see him naked, she wanted him out of the game.

Booker pulled his shirt off over his head. Four sets of female eyes staring at his perfectly developed chest. Something about the higher metabolism burnt off all the fat and kept the muscles taunt. All the enhanced looked like huge weightlifters. Booker got her back by getting six in a row. He made Mandy remove two items. Vicki looked jealous, but relieved he wasn’t picking on her.

Mandy stripped down to a sexy lacy pair of black underwear. She had dressed sexy for Meat. Her breasts looked huge on her thin body. Her waist was so thin, Booker could almost have touched fingers lifting her up by the waist. The black looked fantastic on her white skin. She looked a little embarrassed, but also like she knew she looked good.

The game went around for a while, a few more articles of clothing, mostly shoes disappearing. The guy with Allison pissed her off by making Ginger remove her top. Then Fred had her take her shorts off. The buxom blonde was now clad in only a pink pair of bra and panties. Allison scored three in a row and picked Booker.

Booker had removed his shoes earlier. He rose and unbuttoned his shorts. They fell to the floor leaving him clad in only his overstretched white briefs. Everyone playing stared at the outline of his cock, both sexes looking uncomfortable. He noticed Vicki licking her lips. Booker sat back down knowing he was out as soon as another girl made it, but that was what he wanted.

Soon, Fred was the only one fully clothed. All the other guys had their shirts off, all girls were in their underwear. Meat scored next, he looked at Booker as if debating on whether or not to get the black man away from the table, but lust won out. “Ginger,” he said pissing Mandy off.

All four men unconsciously leaned forward as Ginger with a drunken grin unhooked her bra. God they were perfect. At eighteen, still full and firm with no sign of sagging. Her areola were large with hard pointy nipples. Soon, the freshman fifteen would turn her from voluptuous to chubby, but for now she had a porn stars body. She giggled and made no attempt to hide them as she sat down.

Booker,” said Mandy as the quarter rang in the shot glass. “You’re the first loser.”

Booker laughed, stood and pulled off his briefs. His huge cock roiled out of confinement to dangle between his legs. “JESUS,” cried Ginger, she being the only one who hadn’t seen his cock yesterday. The stacked blonde was gripping the table so hard her knuckles were white and she appeared to be grinding her pussy into her chair.

Booker walked over to the losers couch and sat down, legs spread so that his balls were splayed out on the edge of the couch and his cock dangled over it swaying like a huge black banana. Like this, everyone could see his nude body and all four women kept glancing at him. The game continued.

Booker stared as Allison removed her bra. Her big freckle covered boobs, capped with the rosy colored nipples of most redheads along with her pierced belly button really turned him on. “Holy shit,” said one of the girls. He quit daydreaming, and looked at the group, they were looking at him or his crotch to be specific. All the nude female flesh had turned his cock hard. It had risen off the couch and extended it’s full twelve inches.

Booker looked at the four girls staring in awe at his cock and decided right there, that all four needed to be hooked on black cock before they returned home. He didn’t have time to fuck and dump Vicki, then seduce her friends. He’d have to let some other brothas do the honors. “Sorry,” he said, “it’s got a mind of it’s own.”

Meat was next to go. The girls had developed a strategy of eliminating the men one at a time to protect their own modesty. Meat stood and pulled his boxers off, frowning as he saw his dick. It had shriveled up and crawled up into his scrotum, looking tiny. Meat quickly sat back down and Booker could see his hand tugging on it in a futile attempt to make it look bigger. “You gotta go sit by Booker,” said Mandy.

Meat stood back up for the first time in his life holding his hand across his penis to cover it up and walked over to Booker. He sat down beside the black man, everyone couldn’t help comparing the foot long black shaft to the formerly vain man’s undercooked noodle. “Meat my ass,” whispered Booker to him. “They should call you Worm.”

Meat shook with anger, but the black man had a way of intimidating him into submission. “Matt honey, while you’re over there, would you fill me up some more beer?” said Mandy. Matt felt it was a dig at him when the girl he was hooking up with called him by his real name and not his nickname, but he dutifully stood and walked naked over to the keg.

Ginger went next. Fred hadn’t wanted her sitting beside Booker so he picked Vicki. The poor girl ended up slouching with both arms covering her breasts. It was Allison’s guy who stripped Ginger.

The blonde was perfection. Legs, breasts, stomach, face, ass, all were perfect. Her extra weight, complimented her body making it shake excitingly. Her pussy was shaved too which drove the men crazy. Ginger sat beside Booker, both staring down the others bodies, their legs brushing eroticaly. “If you want, sometime I’ll let you touch it,” he whispered in her ear.

“How long will it stay like that?”

“It won’t go down until it gets off.”

The nude Matt was getting more beer for someone, and his body suddenly blocked the view from the table. Ginger grabbed his cock real quick, squeezed it and let go. “I’m sorry, I just had to touch it.”

Booker couldn’t respond, because Meat was returning, this time sitting beside Ginger so that she was in the middle.

The game didn’t last much longer, the three remaining girls were topless and poor Vicki looked like she’d die if she had to take her panties off. The other guy stripped, his penis even more pathetic looking then Meat’s. The two girls ganged up on Fred and he stripped to his briefs, the bulge under them hinting at another limp penis. Vicki seemed to sense he didn’t want to reveal himself, and said, “listen, it’s late, lets call it a draw.” The others agreed.

Vicki scrambled to cover her body back up, then walked over to a still nude Booker. Everyone said their good nights and four couples found themselves headed to two rooms with double beds. “Where you going?” asked Mandy holding her clothes before her underwear clad body, “and can’t you cover up?”

“I’m going to the next room,” he said putting his arm around Vicki, “and no sense covering up, I’ll only be uncovering it again in a few seconds. “You’re with him?” Mandy couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice, nor the look of horror on her face. Allison looked disgusted too, only Ginger not seeming to care, though she couldn’t stop staring at his cock. She had sat close enough beside him to get a whiff of pheromones. “Well, Matt and I are using the room, can’t you go back to his house? Can’t you come back later?”

“Look at my cock Mandy,” Booker said. “I’m ready now.”

“How about we just turn the lights out,” said Fred and the crisis was solved.

Booker climbed on top the closest bed and laid on his back on top of the covers while Meat quickly climbed under his covers. The girls got ready for bed in the bathroom. When they finished and turned out the light, the motel room was plunged into darkness. No one had shut the door to the next room and Booker could clearly hear whispering and kissing. Vicki slipped into bed beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arm. Booker listened to the other couples.

“What’s wrong? God I’m horny. How come it’s not getting bigger? Don’t you like me? I must have had too much to drink.” “Ow,” said Meat suddenly from the next bed, “quit pulling on it so rough.” “Then get hard damn it,” said Mandy. Vicki was running her hand across his chest. Booker grabbed her head and pushed her down. “Suck on it again,” he said loud enough the others could hear.

Booker felt her hair brush across his chest and then her lips kissed his stomach. They didn’t linger, it was as if she were in a hurry to take his cock in her mouth again. She was leaning across him sucking on the tip and Booker leaned over, grabbing her ankle. He pulled her onto him in the sixtynine position. “Your pussy’s soaked, you horny little slut,” he said and there was a feminine gasp in the next bed. Soon the room was filled with slurping sounds and soft moans from Vicki’s throat.

The desire to please Booker was all she could think of as she tried to take more of his cock down her throat. It was getting easier as her throat loosened up, but then Booker’s tongue ran up her slit and her world exploded. She reared up crying out with pleasure, squeezing her lips tight as she realized everyone could hear her. She had never cum before and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It only renewed her determination to give Booker the best blow job he’d ever had. It was hard to concentrate though, as his skillful tongue was already triggering another orgasm to build up. Many minutes later, “My pussy can’t take any more,” whispered Vicki, then she squealed as Booker moved his tongue up to her ass. It felt weird, but nice and she wasn’t about to tell him what to do. She would submit to whatever he wanted.

“I’m cumming,” groaned Booker.

“Finally.” It was Meat’s voice in the darkness.

“Its been twentyeight minutes,” whispered Mandy back. “My god, it sounds like Vicki’s drowning. Are those gulping sounds? I think she’s swallowing it!”

In the next room, Allison almost slipped on her way to the bathroom. She bent down to feel the object. It was an article of clothing. A strange, intoxicating smell was coming from it and she sniffed, then took a deeper whiff. It smelled of sex and she liked it. She carried it into the bathroom with her and turned the light on. It was the black man’s briefs. It didn’t matter, she buried her nose in the fabric and breathed the smell in. It made her hornier and she didn’t think she could be any hornier then she was now. Allison looked in the mirror at herself holding the underwear to her nose. She was nude except for her skimpy panties and she could see a wet spot forming near her crotch. Her hand found its way under the waistband and a finger brushed along her slit. God that felt good. The guy she was with was getting ready to go back to his room embarrassed by his impotence. As soon as he was gone, she’d play with her pussy for a while. She left the bathroom, stopping near the door to the next room, the smell of sex was even stronger coming in from that room. It made her wish she were in there with Booker instead of Vicki. Once she thought of herself with the huge black man, the idea wouldn’t leave her mind, though it was something she’d never do.