Bush Bashing 
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2010


Note: This was originally released in three parts.


Part 1: Kim

Jerry could see his wife's cheeks turning red with anger. 'Oh
no,' he thought. 'Here we go again. And in a crowded restaurant
too.'

"This, this, this is why no one should have voted for Bush."
Kim's voice grew louder with each word until half the restaurant
was turning to stare at her. "That dumb bastard gets to name a
supreme court justice."

"Shush, honey," Jerry whispered.

"Don't shush me, Jerry."

"Kim's right," interrupted Melissa. "Say bye bye to a woman's
right to choose."

"We should organize a march," yelled Kim, practically rising up
out of her seat.

Jerry slid back in his chair. He found his wife very trying at
times. They were high school sweethearts and had only dated each
other. Kim was a spoiled rich girl who had looked for causes to
make her life meaningful. She hadn't become overly radical until
she went to college. There she fell in with an activist crowd. He
mostly agreed with her views, but didn't think one should get too
excited about it or make a scene, especially in a children's
restaurant.

There were three couples at the table. Kim and Jerry Anderson
were both twenty-five. He worked in a large accounting firm. He
had his own office and made good money at least enough that Kim
didn't work yet. She'd come out of college with a liberal arts
degree that got her nowhere. They were trying to have a baby and
if she got pregnant soon, she'd probably become a stay at home
mother. Jerry was a typical accountant, skinny, mousy, and nerdy.
He was a 98 pound weakling in high school and now seven years
later he was a 112 pound weakling

Kim was a pleasant surprise in the looks department. Kim and
Jerry were evenly matched in high school, two nerds who found
each other. However, after school, contacts had replaced Kim's
thick rimmed glasses and her braces came off revealing a dazzling
white smile. Kim had nearly shaved her head in college, but let
her raven black hair grow long afterwards. She'd also gained the
freshman fifteen which had filled out her skinny body, swelling
her breasts and putting a sexy curve to her hips. She was so hot
now, she rivaled her friend Melissa.

Melissa and Mike were the opposites of Kim and Jerry in high
school. Melissa was the buxom blonde, green eyed cheerleader that
all male students loved. Mike was the quarterback that always
ended with girls like Melissa. They were also in their
mid-twenties.

The last couple was Evie and Eddie. Eddie was older, chubby, and
balding. He was a successful businessman and local Republican
chairman. Evie was Kim and Melissa's age, but had married her
older husband because she admired his values. They were both
active in church and the sole reason the group was at a
children's restaurant. Their two kids, ages 5 and 4, were playing
in the plastic ball pool. Evie could have been the hottest woman
of the group, but kept her hair up and dressed to cover her body.
Everyone knew the incredible figure she covered up because the
three couples worked out together (Jerry and Eddie not often).
That was how they met and became friends. Both Kim and Melissa
were trying to get pregnant and looked to Evie as a role model.

"How about you Evie?" asked Kim loudly. "Ready to march on
Washington?"

"Oh no," said Evie calmly. She was used to Kim's diatribes
especially when Kim had been drinking. "I'm not marching against
my president."

"You're not pro life are you?" asked Melissa.

"Of course I am. I'm a Christian."

Kim appeared like she was about to pull out her own hair. "A
woman has the right to do with her body whatever she chooses."

"But we don't, Kimberly. If that were true, prostitution, drugs,
and suicide would be legal."

Jerry watched his beautiful wife's cheeks get even redder. Kim
wasn't the best debater. Her debate tactic was to point, yell,
and call people names. "Fascist!" yelled Kim, pointing her finger
at Evie. "If I didn't believe in gun control, I'd shoot that
idiot Bush myself."

"Here we go again," groaned Mike, as the manager headed their
way.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said the
manager.

"I got this one," said Eddie, pulling out a credit card.

Evie stood. She was as calm as ever, but looked smug a having
beaten Kim once again. "I'll gather up the children. We've got to
cash in their tickets."

"I'm serious," said Melissa to Kim. "We should march."

As the group left, they passed Evie with Eddie junior exchanging
their tickets. Eddie Jr. pointed at what he wanted. "We'll take
the police badge and the handcuffs," said Evie.

"Great! Start the little fascist off early," said Kim passing
her.

Jerry hustled his wife out the door when Evie spun around. Evie
could take being insulted personally, but she was overprotective
when it came to her children. Evie looked like she was ready to
slap Kim. "Sorry," he apologized for his wife. Jerry led his
drunk wife over to her car. It was easily spotted by the "Arms
are for Hugging" and the Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker with the
iberman of Gore/Leiberman still sticking out from under it. "I
guess I'm driving."

********************

Kim spun around in the mirror. She pinched her belly, thighs, and
ass. "I'll be damned," she said. For the first time in her life,
she was completely satisfied with everything she saw.

"No one should look this good," she said staring at the mirror.
"Glad my sisters can't see me." Kim was a bit ashamed of her body
and the skimpy bikini barely covering it. Her college sisters
would have called her a traitor for wearing something this sexy
and small. It was her body though, and she should have the right
to wear whatever she wanted. Hey, if men can go topless on the
beach, women should be allowed to also, but Kim wouldn't go that
far. She only wore this particular bikini in her backyard.

Kim planned on making herself a drink, working on her tan all
day, and reading a book. There was something to be said for not
working. She was on her way downstairs when the phone rang.
"Hello," she answered picking it up.

"Kim, it's Evie."

"Evie! I'm so glad you called. I'm sorry about the other night. I
just drank too much and..."

"Shut up Kim. I know how you get when you drink. No hard
feelings. You got bigger problems. Listen. A secret service agent
just left my house. He was asking questions about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. It seems someone at the restaurant reported you as having
threatened the President."

"Oh shit!"

"Oh shit is right. This is serious Kim. You might be in big
trouble. He's on his way to talk to you right now. I just wanted
to warn you first."

The doorbell rang.

"Shit! I think he's here. Ah thanks for the warning, Evie." Kim
hung up the phone and went to answer the door. She opened it a
crack. "Yes?" she asked.

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm agent Johnson with the Treasury Department,
secret service division." Agent Johnson flashed his badge and
identification at her. The agent was a giant black man, bigger
and more muscular then Melissa's husband Mike. He was probably
twice Kim's age, had a short afro with gray temples, and very
dark skin. He wore a dark suit and reflective sunglasses. "May I
come in?"

"Of course, Mr. Johnson."

"Agent Johnson, please." Leroy stepped into the house as she
opened the door. He was instantly thankful for the glasses when
he saw Kim Anderson in the skimpy bikini. His eyes went huge at
the sight of her killer body. How he kept his face
expressionless, he never knew. Kim was wearing a pure black
bikini which stood out against her pale white skin. The top
seemed stretched too thin by her D-cup bosom. Round, quarter
sized nipples pushed through the material with the actual nipple
a hard pointy eraser. The cups probably covered only 25% of her
breasts. Bare tit flesh spilled out the sides, underneath, and
above the bikini top. Her bottoms were strings too, riding high
and tied on the sides of her hips. The patch coverring her crotch
was thin and flat indicating a shaved pussy. She turned slightly
displaying a firm well-rounded bare ass with the bikini string
slipping between her cheeks.

"What can I do for you, Agent Johnson?"
"We've had a complaint about you threatening the President of the
United States. I'm here to see if the threat is real or not."
Leroy removed his shades and ran his eyes up and down Kim's body.

Kim was immediately uncomfortable. Like many liberal minded
people, she was completely condescending towards minorities. She
supported equal treatment and affirmative action, but looked down
on minorities as incapable of achievement without the aid of
caring white people such as herself. Her closeted bigotry rarely
cropped up except when she saw interracial couples. She hated the
fact that it bothered her, but it always did. "Let me go change,"
she said. Kim didn't even wear this particular bikini in front of
Jerry.

"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Mrs. Anderson."

"What?"

"I'd prefer you remain as you are. It's difficult to conceal a
weapon dressed like that and I don't know what kind of weapons
you might be hiding upstairs. If I allowed you to change, I would
need to watch you dress."

"I'll stay like this then." There was no way Kim was going to
allow a black man to see her nude. “Look Agent Johnson, I don't
like Bush. I didn't vote for him and he's not my President. That
being said, I'm not a terrorist."

"That remains to be determined, Mrs. Anderson. If I deem that you
are a serious threat to the safety of the president, I will
arrest you and you could spend the next twenty years in prison.
If I determine that it was not a serious threat, you could still
go to prison for five years. Were you, Kim Anderson, at a local
establishment called the Clowning Around Pizzeria and Arcade
three nights ago?"

"I was."

"And did you state- keeping in mind I've interviewed several
witnesses- that and I quote. "I'm going to buy a gun and shoot
President Bush?"

"I did not. I said that if I didn't believe that guns should be
banned, I'd buy one and shoot Bush. It was a joke."

"So you admit it. Threatening the President is no joke." Johnson
turned to the door and opened it wide.

"Are you leaving?"

"Negative Ma'am. I need to retrieve something from my car. You're
to stand in the doorway, put your hands on the back of your head,
and don't move." Kim complied while Johnson stepped outside. "And
arch your back Mrs. Anderson." Leroy thought her big breasts
might make her bikini top burst and fly off when she arched her
back. He entered the beat up Buick and retrieved what he wanted.
Kim was eyeing the Buick. "Lousy airport rental," he complained.
"You may enter your house, ma'am."

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the item he had retrieved.

"Keep your hands on your head. Now!" Kim leaped to obey the huge
black man. "This is a digital video camera. Since I'm operating
without a partner, I'll need to video tape our interview so that
you can't say I tried to force a confession or anything along
those lines. It's to protect you too."

"I understand," Kim said through gritted teeth. She felt color
rising to her cheeks. It wasn't from embarrassment at standing
half naked before a black man. It was her temper starting to
flare up.

Leroy grabbed her elbow and led her into the living room. "It
doesn't look like there's a bomb factory here."

"Of course there isn't, idiot. I'm a housewife not a terrorist."

"Please remain calm, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy set the camera up,
aimed it at the couch, and hit record. "Now Kim Anderson, state
exactly the terroristic threat you made against the President
three days ago."

"It was not a threat. It was a fucking joke. I said, that if I
didn't believe in gun control, I'd buy one and shoot Bush."

"Sounds like a threat to me." Leroy had never seen someone so
white, turn so red before. It wasn’t just her cheeks either. Her
whole torso seemed to flush.

"I was upset he was naming a supreme court justice. I know my
rights. I have freedom of speech in this country, you fascist
jerk. I want my god damned lawyer."

"That's it. I've had all I can take. I'm placing you under
arrest. You will be held at the maximum security prison in the
state capitol until trial. Spin around and grab your ankles. You
have the right to remain silent."

"Fuck this," growled Kim, humiliated. Grabbing her ankles forced
her to spread her legs. Her skimpy bikini bottom was so tight, it
hugged her labia. Agent Johnson was getting a good shot of her
beaver. "We're turning into a police state. No wonder the secret
service has the initials SS. God damned, Gestapo!"

"Mrs. Anderson, please exercise your right to remain silent."

"What?"

"Shut the fuck up. Now!"

Kim felt herself quiver as she closed her mouth. Johnson could go
from polite to dominating instantly. Curse her temper. "Ah, I'm
sorry, sir."

"That's better, Mrs. Anderson. Behave and you might still keep
out of prison. I'll need to search your person."

"I believe it's quite obvious I'm not hiding anything."

"You'd be surprised, Mrs. Anderson. There could be remote
triggering devices sewn into your clothing." He untied her bikini
top."

"I can't believe this," she groaned. Her bikini top fell to the
floor. Johnson's hands came around in an attempt to catch it.
They missed and ended up cupping her breasts. "Oh god." Kim's
breasts were huge D-cups, but Johnson's hands still nearly
covered them completely. He was a very big man. "Is this
necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is. Remember I'm taping this. You have a right to
subpoena the tape if you think I act inappropriately." Johnson
picked up her bikini top and kneeled beside her dangling breasts.
He stared at her tits as he worked his finger around the material
of her top. "Initial inspection of terrorist's bikini top reveal
no hidden devices," he stated for the camera.

"Oh please, that's enough," groaned Kim, objecting to being
called a terrorist. She was about to ask for her top back when he
tossed it across the room.

"My apologies, Mrs. Anderson. You are correct. We will now remove
the SUSPECTED terrorist's bikini bottoms." Leroy untied the sides
of her panty. He caught them before they could fall. His hand
cupped Kim's vagina until he pulled the bikini bottoms away.
Johnson placed her panty over his mouth and face, inhaling
deeply. "I detect no scent of any bomb making materials on
subject's bikini bottom. Also note, the panties are wet. The
suspected terrorist appears aroused."

"Fuck you."

"Are you soliciting me for sex, Mrs. Anderson?"

"No sir. I was insulting you. I'd never let a bla... that is, I'm
a married woman. I'm not a whore." The black man was right
though, she was aroused. Her nipples were rock hard from where he
had touched them. Her pussy was juicing up so fast, a drop was
forming on her clit. Jerry had never gotten her close to being
this aroused. Of course, Jerry was rather meek. He never was
forceful with her or ordered her around like Agent Johnson.
Nobody had ever treated her like Agent Johnson was.

Johnson retrieved his camera. Kim was still grabbing her ankles.
He zoomed in on her dangling breasts. The angle she was in had
her breasts dangling in Kim's face. He carried the camera behind
her and filmed the inverted V her legs were forming and her
breasts between her legs as well as her angry red face. He zoomed
in on her pussy.

"Agent Johnson?"

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson."

"May I move please? My back is hurting."

"You can grab the back of the couch. Keep your arms and legs
spread wide and your head down."

"That's better," she sighed when she moved.

"I'm now resuming my search of the suspected terrorist, Kim
Anderson." Leroy zoomed back in on her pussy. She was wet all
right. "Subject's obvious arousal makes it difficult to see into
her vagina. I've determined that a physical search will be
necessary."

"Oh no," moaned Kim.

"I'll get this over as quickly as possible, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy
sucked his index finger between his lips to wet it. He then
placed his finger against Kim's labia. She quivered when he
touched her. Leroy could actually see her clit growing engorged.
He held the camera up as he pushed his finger into her pussy.
"Ohmygawd! Animal? Get your dick away from me, pig." Kim tried to
lean forward to get away from his finger.

"Relax Mrs. Anderson. I have to do this."

"I don't understand." Kim looked over her shoulder. Agent Johnson
was kneeling behind her with one finger sticking out from a
clenched fist. "I thought it was your penis."

"Why would you think that?"

"It felt like it was my husband's penis."

"I can assure you, that my penis is much larger then this finger,
Mrs. Anderson."

Kim sucked her lower lip into her mouth as Johnson pushed his
finger back inside. She tried to fight it, but an involuntary
moan escaped her lips. It really did feel like a penis pushing
inside her. Worse, he was pushing his finger in and out like he
was fucking her. He was just lubricating it and his finger pushed
deeper with each thrust. Kim pushed against the couch just as the
finger was probing deeper into her. Jesus! Did she just push back
into his thrusts? She fought the urge to do it again, but her
hips kept flexing in time to his finger thrusts. His finger was
just like her husband's penis. It couldn't quite reach deep
enough to satisfy an itch she got every time she had sex   "Have
located alleged terrorist's gadget spot. I've detected no gadgets
or hidden items. I'm now making circular motions around Mrs.
Anderson's G-spot to confirm."

"Ohmygod!" Kim couldn't believe the pleasure coming out of her
pussy. This wasn't right. Agent Johnson was merely making
circular motions inside her with his finger and it felt better
then sex with Jerry ever had.

Leroy lowered the camera between his legs, trying to point it at
her pussy. "Note subjects clitoris has become engorged and is
impeding progress." Leroy used the index finger of his free hand
to push Kim's clit down. He gently massaged it.

Kim with a scream pushed back into his finger. The waves of
pleasure had her falling into the couch. Her pussy quivered as it
soaked Agent Johnson's hand.

"Subject has had a large orgasm. No materials other then fluids
were disgorged from her vagina during orgasm. Mrs. Anderson's
crotch is clean."

"Filthy fucking animal," screamed Kim. "How dare you. You fucking
nig...

SMACK

Leroy brought his hand down hard on Kim's ass. "I've had enough
of your attitude, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy smacked her again. Her
butt cheek turned red.

"You… you have no right," Kim gasped. It was more humiliating
then painful.

"But I do, Mrs. Anderson. The United States Patriot Act allows me
to do what I deem necessary to subdue a belligerent." Leroy
spanked her other ass cheek twice. Kim had a nice round firm ass,
but it quivered as he smacked it.

"No one has ever treated me like this before," she gasped.

"Maybe they should have. Now, why did you call me those names?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Don't make me say it." Kim gasped as he spanked her once more.
"You made me orgasm."

"So?"

"It was my first."

"Ever?"

"Yes," Kim sobbed guiltily.

"Your husband isn't doing his job properly. Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"I can give you more, Mrs. Anderson. If you let me fuck you, I'll
promise you lots more. Bigger ones even."

"But my husband?"

"Doesn't need to know." Leroy already had his jacket off and was
unbuttoning his suit. "Do this and I'll tell my supervisor that
you're just a loud mouthed housewife and not a terrorist."

"Ok."

"Ok what?" asked Leroy, for the benefit of the video camera.

"You can fuck me."

"You won't be disappointed, Mrs. Anderson. This is what we in the
government call a win-win situation. You stay out of jail and get
the true fucking a slut like you needs and my black cock gets
some relief."

"Black cock?" Kim hung her head down as she leaned against the
couch. Just under her large dangling breasts, she could see the
black man stooping to step out of his underwear. Johnson's penis
fell out of his underwear like a thick black log. Kim suddenly
felt a tremble of fear. What had she gotten herself into? It must
be the angle she was viewing it. No penis could be that big. The
monster shaft appeared over a foot long. "Your cock is huge!"

"What of it? You ever had a big black cock before?"

"Oh no," she said raising her head back up so that she couldn't
see him lining it up with her pussy. "Agent Johnson, you can't
cum in me. I'm trying to have a baby."

Leroy's filmed his thirteen inch cock lined up with her pussy. He
zoomed in on her gash as he pressed the golf ball sized cock head
against it. He swore his cock swelled even bigger when she told
him she was trying to get pregnant. The lie rolled easily off his
lips. "You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Anderson. I've had a
vasectomy. It's a common procedure among agents. The family of
the President is our family." Leroy video taped his cock head
pushing into her pussy.

"Ugh! It's so thick!" moaned Kim. She felt herself opening up for
him. If the head had been any thicker, she didn't think it would
have fit. Her pussy opened up to the point it was nearly painful.
Though it shamed Kim, she was thankful she was so wet. Kim was
also thankful she couldn't see him penetrating her. It probably
would have frightened her too much. "Aaahh." Her sigh was long
and drawn out as the entire head entered her. Her pussy clung to
the head. She opened wider as his thick shaft found it's way
inside her.

Kim hung her head down and looked between her breasts again. Her
tits blocked her view of Johnson's cock, but his nut sack was
plainly in view. His scrotum was sized to go with his large cock.
Each testicle was three times as big as Jerry's entire ball sack.
Thank god he's had a vasectomy, she thought. Those things would
be blasting a lot of sperm into her.

Leroy worked the head of his cock around a little, letting it
slicken up before he pushed it in deeper. "This sure is a tight
fit, Mrs. Anderson. "If you weren't married, I'd say you were a
virgin."

"Oh my," she blurted out. At that moment she did feel like a
virgin. "You can't be real."

"Feels good doesn't it."

"YES!" she shouted, as her second orgasm hit. It was a small fast
one that caught her off guard. The black man's cock had just
pushed deeper then Jerry had ever gone. The needy area that
always felt unsatisfied during sex with her husband was now
hugging a huge black cock head. "Ohmygod!" His cock head now
pushed deeper still. The brief stab of pain when the tip hit her
cervix was nothing compared to the immense pleasure emanating out
from her pussy. "Can't take... hmm yes... no more."

"I think you can, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy needed his hands free. He
pulled back until only the head of his cock was wedged between
her labia. Kim whimpered in displeasure. Leroy was able to stoop
enough to set the video camera on the floor. He left it running
and aimed up at their crotches.

"That's it, put it back in," begged Kim as Leroy stood back up.
This time his hands were on her hips as he buried his cock again
until just three or four inches remained.

Leroy pushed hard until he felt the steel hard shaft might
actually bend. Finally, the cervix yielded to the pressure and
opened for him. The thick head pushed into her womb. Kim suddenly
lunged back into Leroy until his balls slapped her thighs. Her
entire body shook as her cum squirted out around his shaft
coating his pubic hair and soaking his balls. The camera caught
the drips falling towards it.

Kim recovered to a slow steady pounding in her pussy. "That's it.
Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me." Somehow her head had pushed into the
couch cushion. Johnson's powerful thrusts had pushed her forwards
and over the end of the couch. She was now bent over the edge of
the couch. Her feet were several inches off the ground, but her
crotch was perfectly lined up with the black man's massive cock.
As the head pushed in and out of her womb, Kim was once again
thankful for the vasectomy. Agent Johnson's thirteen inch black
cock was the perfect breeding tool deigned to deliver sperm
straight to the source. Kim was so far gone, even if he wasn't
fixed, she wouldn't have stopped him from fucking her.

Agent Johnson's cock actually outlasted Kim. She had strong
orgasm after strong orgasm until she felt tapped out. Still, the
black man kept rapidly bucking his hips. "Damn!" growled Leroy.
"I must be slipping. I didn't thoroughly investigate you for
weapons."

"Unh what do unh you mean? Unh Unh" Kim was astonished that the
secret service agent was still concerned she a threat.

"Didn't check this hole." Johnson pushed his thumb straight into
her ass.

"Ow! Oh shit! Cumming!" Kim hadn't been tapped out after all. Her
sphincter squeezed tight around the back man's thumb and her
pussy went crazy. His thumb was so big, it felt like she had two
cocks inside her. Kim felt like a huge slut when the thought
didn't disgust her. Johnson wiggled his finger while fucking her.
His cock seemed bigger. The ridge around his cock head had
swelled and scraped her cervix each time he pushed it into her
womb. His cock jerked and her womb flooded with sperm. "It's so
hot!" Kim cried, cumming again as wad after wad of hot sperm
filled her womb, then flooded her pussy until it shot out around
his cock. More shot out when Johnson pumped his cock in and out a
few more times to clear out any excess semen.

Kim's pussy felt empty when Agent Johnson finally pulled his cock
out. She felt a hand on her chin and looked up. Johnson had
walked around the couch. His cock was fat and swollen, but limp.
He guided it towards her mouth. Kim parted her lips as she got
her first good glimpse of the massive black cock that had just
fucked her so good. Getting fucked from behind, she had been able
to concentrate on the pleasure and forget it was a black man
giving it to her.

Kim took his wet cock head into her mouth. A final jet of sperm
landed on her tongue. His dark black cock was sticky and it
glistened. It was still thick and at it's full thirteen inch
length, but it was no longer rock hard. He pushed more down cock
her throat. There was no pretending he wasn't a massively
endowed, muscular black man with him standing in front of her.
Kim pulled back despite Johnson's attempt to push his cock even
deeper. "We ain’t done," he growled.

"Just not comfortable," she gasped for air." Kim was still bent
over the back of her couch. The indentations of the fabric were
visible on her stomach when she stood. She walked around the
couch and sat down on it before Johnson. He stepped forward and
tapped his cock head against her lips. She opened for him.

Johnson grabbed her head in hands so strong they could have
crushed her. He guided her to swallow him deeper. Kim couldn't
close her eyes. She needed to stare at the powerful male forcing
her to service his massive cock. Johnson's shaft lost some of
it's limpness. Before Kim knew it, he was feeding her a steel
hard rod again.

Johnson pulled her head forward which helped angle his cock to
penetrate her throat. The big black man rapidly bucked his hips
fucking her mouth. Their eyes were locked. Kim's eyes were wide
and pleading. Her expression implied that she hoped she was
pleasing him. Johnson's eyes were narrowed and his expression
domineering. You are mine, read his eyes.

Johnson gritted his teeth. His expression softened a bit. Kim
noticed the rhythmic fucking of her mouth was off. The whites of
his eyes grew as his irises rose into his eye lids. "Argh," he
grunted thrusting his cock deep down her throat.

Johnson's cock bucked wildly, threatening to choke her. Semen
filled her belly. He withdrew his cock filling Kim's recently
vacated throat with semen. He kept the cock head in her mouth.
His semen filled her mouth faster then she could swallow. Cum
dribbled down her lips. This was her first good taste of semen.
Kim couldn't get over how hot it was nor how much she loved it.
The cum was viscous and rich, not what she would expect from a
man shooting blanks. Johnson rapidly ran his fist up and down his
shaft which continued to cum as long as he jerked it. Eventually
it ran dry and his limp cock plopped out of her mouth. Johnson
stepped back with a sigh. "You suck cock like a pro, Mrs.
Anderson."

"Uh...thanks, I guess." Kim cupped some of the semen on her chin
and raised it within reach of her tongue.

"I'll need to investigate upstairs before I leave, ma'am. I'll
follow you."

Kim nodded and weakly climbed off the couch. A huge pool of semen
had soaked the cushion where she had been sitting. The cushion
was ruined. She'd need to flip it over before Jerry got home.
Johnson followed her. He reached out and retrieved the video
camera from where it sat on a table facing her couch. Semen
leaked out of her pussy every time she raised a leg to climb a
step. She was surprised at the amount. Not that she was leaking
so much, but so little. Johnson's testicles pumped out large
amounts of semen. It occurred to Kim that most of it would be
trapped in her womb after her cervix had closed again. She'd
probably leak his semen for a week afterwards.

"Upstairs appears clean," said Johnson sweeping the camera
around. "Why don't you get cleaned up," he told her once they
were in the master bedroom."

"That would be nice." Kim entered her bath and took a quick
shower. She wrapped a towel around her body after drying off. She
smiled at herself in the mirror. It felt good to be clean. She
left her bathroom and froze before her bed.

Agent Johnson was lying on her bed spread eagled. "Drop the
towel, woman."

"What?"

"You heard me. Drop it! Now!" Johnson grinned when she complied.
"You shouldn't cover that fine body up. Not never. Now come
straddle me. I think I can do one more load."

Kim climbed onto her bed and threw her leg around Johnson's
crotch. He grabbed her hips and adjusted her so that his cock was
wedged right between her legs. Her body reacted immediately.
Kim's nipples swelled and her pussy leaked fluid on his shaft.
She ground her crotch into his, sliding her pussy along his shat.
Johnson placed his huge hands on her breasts, gently teasing her
nipples. Kim became aware of the immense contrast between her
pale skin and his dark black skin. His cock quickly stiffened
between her legs. "Oh yes," she moaned.

"Put it in, baby."

Kim slid her pussy up his rod until her labia parted around the
tip. She pushed down and the head entered her. Kim lifted her
crotch up and pushed down into Johnson's monster cock. It felt
incredible to be filled by him again, but she was concerned at
how easily she had taken him. Her pussy was quickly adapting to
this cock and might never go back to normal. The big cock head
pushed back into her womb as she took him completely inside her.
Kim orgasmed again when Johnson made his cock jerk. "Oh yes," she
sighed.

"Gotta make up for all those years your husband hasn't been
taking care of you, don't we? Now Mrs. Anderson, I'm gonna give
you a choice. You've convinced me you ain’t no terrorist. You're
off the hook and if you want, you can get off that black cock and
I'll be leavin."

Kim laughed. "You will be lucky if I ever get off this big boy. A
girl could get addicted to a cock like this. Orgasm after orgasm
with no chance of getting pregnant. It's a dream come true."

"Then start living the dream. Work that ass, Mrs. Anderson."

"Call me Kim." The raven-haired beauty started bouncing in the
black man's lap. "What's your name?"

"Agent Johnson," said Leroy, smacking her ass lightly. "Now work
that white pussy. Squeeze my cock. Tell me what you're thinking,
Kim."

"Ah ah I'm thinking I love this big black cock. Ah ah I love
fucking you. Oh gawd, I'm cumming again." Kim trembled as another
powerful orgasm rocked her body. She continued to cum until she
didn't have the strength to fuck him any longer. Johnson ended up
holding her ass up while he slammed his cock up into her pussy
repeatedly. Eventually, his cock swelled until the head wedged in
her cervix. "That's it fill my womb," moaned Kim, as a steady
stream of fresh semen sprayed her womb. "So hot," was the last
thing she moaned as she fell on top his chest.

Leroy's cock softened, but didn't shorten. He had to roll over to
pull it out. He stood and climbed off the bed, leaving Kim spread
eagled on her back. He retrieved the video camera and noticed
that there was less then a minute left to record. He zoomed in on
Kim's exhausted body. Her pussy was splayed open and gushing out
sperm. He let the digital video run out.

Leroy walked downstairs and put his suit back on. Before leaving,
he bounded back upstairs and to the bedroom. Kim was just
starting to move. "I gotta get this placed cleaned up before
Jerry gets home," she groaned.

"Mrs. Anderson," said Leroy, "The United States government thanks
you for your cooperation."

********************

Jerry sat at his desk talking to Evie on his speaker phone. "It's
the weirdest thing, Evie. I almost think Kim's one of those
Stepford wives. It's like he scared the bitch right out of her.
You wouldn't believe how nice she is. Kim's cooked me dinner
every night and she does the dishes. She doesn't talk while the
news is on. It's borderline creepy."

Evie's voice came out of the speaker. "And she still hasn't
mentioned her visitor?"

"Nope."

"Who'd you get to do it?"

"Leroy, the janitor. I saw him wearing a dark suit after he got
back from a funeral. He looked like one of those feds. Here he
comes now."

"Working late tonight, Mr. Anderson," said Leroy, entering
Jerry's office. "I just need to empty the trash."

"I got our fellow conspirator on the phone. Say hi to Evie."

"Hello, ma'am."

"Hello Leroy. You have got to tell me what you did to Kim. Jerry
says she's like a new woman."

"I just did like you told me and put a little fear of the
government in her. Deep in her. Told her she'd end up in jail if
she didn't straighten up."

"That's great," said Evie. "We should have him go screw with
Melissa, too."

"Not a bad idea," said Jerry. "Anyway, I need to get home. Talk
to you later, Evie. Hey, does Eddie Jr. want his toy badge back?"

"No, tell Leroy he can keep it as a memento. Good night, guys."
Evie hung up and the dial tone came on.

Jerry grabbed his briefcase. "Thanks for helping me play this
trick on my wife, Leroy. Kim's wonderful, but she needed to be
taught a lesson."

"My pleasure, Mr. Anderson."

"Here's the hundred bucks I promised you." Jerry handed Leroy 5
twenties. "You sure earned it. You missed your calling as a cop
or fed, Leroy."

"Thanks, but I went the other root. Ten years in jail for dealing
when I was twenty-five. Been clean seventeen years, but the
police academy doesn't take ex-cons."

"Too bad." Jerry noticed two other black men outside his office.
"Who are your friends?"

"Janitors on the other floors. We're playing poker after work."

"Well good luck then." Jerry nodded at the men as he left the
office.

The other two men entered Jerry's office when the elevator doors
closed. One was chubby and near retirement age. The other was a
rough looking eighteen year old.
"Gentlemen, may I present to you, Kim Anderson." Leroy picked the
picture of Kim and Jerry on the beach off Jerry's desk."

"Damn!" said the older black man. "She's got a killer body. Look
at that bikini."

"It's three times bigger then the little thing I stripped off
her," said Leroy proudly.

"There's no way you fucked that piece of white ass," said the
younger."

"Care to bet."

"Twenty says you is a liar."

"Pay up now, dick, cause I got a video to show you when we get to
my place."

"I'd sure love to stick my dick between those big white boobies,"
said the old man.

"Maybe you can." Leroy grinned. He leaned over the desk. Leroy
pressed the button labeled home on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Anderson, the is Agent Johnson with the secret se..."

"I remember who you are, Agent Johnson."

"We have a complication, Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh no?"

"I'm afraid so. My supervisor wasn't fully convinced by my report
about you. He needs to interview you in person."

"You said... you'd convince him." Kim was almost crying.

"You shouldn't have too much to worry about. I'll be there to
help you and there'll be a junior agent with us. We can conduct
the interview at the old airport motel where we'll be staying."

"I'm familiar with it."

"Your husband doesn't even have to know."

"Thank god for that. How could your supervisor possibly believe
I'm a terrorist?"

"We have some new information. Do you have a friend named
Melissa..."

"Stevens. She's my best friend."

"We'll need to investigate her. Can you give me a description?"

"Oh, the blue-eyed, blonde, popular cheerleader type."

"Perfect. I know the type. We'll contact you with a date and
time. Don't warn, Mrs. Stevens. The government thanks you for
your cooperation." Leroy hung up the phone. He looked at his
astonished friends. "Lets go find you boys some toy badges."


Part 2: Melissa



"There's the target," said Leroy, nodding towards the house.

"Damn!" Deon Brown watched the woman kiss her husband goodbye as
he left for work. The woman was Melissa Stevens, an extremely
attractive blue-eyed blonde. "Damn," said Deon again as Melissa
looked around and quickly opened her robe to flash her departing
husband. Her angle prevented either black man from seeing her
body, but there was no hiding the fact it must have been an
impressive view. "He's gone, lets go get her."

"Fuck! Wait, looks like she's got company."

Deon was an old fat man in his mid-sixties. "Damn! There's
another sexy bitch."

Leroy watched a modestly dressed, but clearly well built woman
hustle two kids out of her car. "That must be Evie. That has got
to be one killer body she's hiding under those clothes."

"Well lets fuck her too. We'll fuck both of them."

"Maybe, but she knows about the secret service scam. She helped
me set up Kim. I'm still willing to try. We‘ll need to come up
with something else though."

"Well if we can't grab Melissa now, let's go get me an egg
mcmuffin or five." Deon patted his immense belly.

***********

Melissa always had second thoughts about having children whenever
she watched Evie's kids.

"How were they?" asked Evie as she picked her son and daughter up
around noon.

"Makes me want to start taking birth control again."

"That bad, huh? Well thanks for watching them. Talk to you
later."

"See ya." Melissa closed the door. No sooner had Evie's car
pulled out of the driveway, then her doorbell rang. Melissa
opened her door thinking that Evie had forgotten something.
"Yes?" She jumped when she saw the two black men. Both wore dark
suits and ties with sunglasses.

"Melissa Stevens, I'm agent Johnson with the secret service. This
is agent Brown."

"What's this about?" she asked. Johnson was a good looking
muscular man in his mid fifties. Brown was older and very fat. He
was also staring at her body. Melissa had showered, but not
really bothered dressing to baby-sit. She was wearing a form
hugging spaghetti strap top with a lacy black bra underneath. The
top stopped about an inch above her belly button. She also had on
sweat pants that rode low on her hips leaving the tops of her
thong hanging out. Her feet were bare.

"Do you know a Kim Anderson?"

"She's my best friend."

The two black men looked at each other. "Mrs. Anderson is being
investigated for making terroristic threats against the President
at a local restaurant last week."

"Oh that." Melissa laughed. "We were joking around. It was
nothing."

"Witnesses say that Mrs. Anderson threatened to shoot the
president and that you suggested invading Washington."

"I said no such thing. I mentioned something about marching on
Washington."

"You admit it," spoke the fat man.

"No. I was talking about a protest march. We were joking. Just
upset that Bush gets to nominate a supreme court justice and now
two."

"Ma’am, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to come with
us."

"For what?"

"You need to be interrogated."

"Jesus! My husband is gonna kill me."

Johnson looked around the room. "Mrs. Stevens, if you're telling
the truth and you're innocent, we'll have you back here in a
couple of hours. Mr. Stevens wouldn't even need to know you were
gone."

"I'll go change then."

"Sorry, but we can't allow you out of our sight. You'll need to
remain dressed as you are. You may put shoes on. Come with us
please. We'll forego handcuffing you."

"Well thanks for that I guess." Melissa followed the two black
men out to a beat-up sedan. The fat one opened the back door for
her and she slid in beside a pile of egg mcmuffin wrappers.
Johnson started the car and they drove off.

They only drove for around ten minutes before pulling into a run
down motel. "Hey! How come we aren't going to the police
station?"

"This is a department of homeland security and secret service
matter, Mrs. Stevens. Not a police matter. Besides, if we had
commandeered the local police department for this investigation,
we would of had to fill out a police report on you and it would
have made the local news."

"That's a relief then."

The sedan pulled around back of the motel to a pair of connected
bungalows. The handsome black man opened the car door for her
while the obese one unlocked the door to the left room.

Agent Johnson placed his hand on the small of Melissa's back and
guided her towards the door. Melissa entered the stripped down
motel room. It didn't have a television. The bed was stripped of
sheets and blankets. The room did have several chairs and what
appeared to be additional lighting around the bed. Several video
cameras were set up on tripods, the lenses aimed towards the bed.

"We'll need to search you, Mrs. Stevens." Leroy stooped and
yanked, Melissa's sweat pants down.

"What! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Melissa's ass
was exposed to the black man. Her lacy black thong was something
she only wore in front of her husband.

"The is the age of terrorism, Mrs. Stevens," said Leroy standing.
"Step out of the pants, please." He kicked her sweats over to
Deon, who gathered them up. "These days, weapons may be extremely
minute and hidden in the most unlikely places. Arms up." When
Melissa complied, Leroy pulled her top off over her head. He
stepped back.

Melissa hunched over and tried to cover her body. She held her
arm across her skimpy black bra. She was also aware that her
shaven pelvic mound was visible through her panty. She held her
hand across to cover it. "Seen enough?"

"Nope. Move your arms and stand up straight. Turn around for the
cameras."

Melissa sobbed as she obeyed the commands. She was gonna kill Kim
when this ordeal was all over.

Leroy stared intently at her body. So did Deon, the fat man
breaking out in a sweat. Leroy stated, "Let the record show,
Melissa Stevens does not appear to be hiding weapons. Agent Brown
is taking her clothing next door for testing. Mrs. Stevens, now
remove the rest of it."

"You mean, nude?"

"Yes, as I stated weapons may be hidden in the smallest of
places, your bra cups or the lining of your panties for example."

"I'm not going to strip naked for you. I know my rights."

Leroy sighed. "Let the record show that, Mrs. Stevens is not
being Compliant and is uncooperative. Agent Brown please go
remove the rest of Mrs. Stevens' clothes for testing."

"W-wait! Wait, I'll do it," said Melissa, when the obese black
man took a step towards her. She reached behind herself and
unclasped the bra. Melissa tossed it to agent Brown.

Leroy nodded approvingly. Melissa's tits were magnificent. "Mrs.
Stevens attitude has improved. I don't believe at this time that
a cavity search will be necessary."

Melissa turned pale and quickly pulled down her thong. She
decided to let the two black men get an eye full and no longer
tried to hide her attributes.

"Turn around, spread your legs, bend down and touch your ankles."

Melissa slowly did what she was told. "What is this for?"

"I wont need to do a physical cavity search, but I still need to
do an optical one."

Melissa started to cry. She felt like she was exposed to the big
black man. Worse, the fat one seemed to be looking over the
handsome one's shoulder. She could even feel agent Johnson's
breath on her privates. She jumped when he placed his hands on
her thighs just under her ass. "Please?" she begged.

"Just need a slightly better view." Leroy used his thumbs to
spread her pussy lips apart. "Looks clean."

"I concur," said Deon.

"Great. Can I get dressed now?"

"Not until we run tests on your clothes. It should only be an
hour or more."

"You expect me to sit here naked the whole time.

"Yes, we do. Agent Brown, shall we adjourn?"

"Huh?"

"Shall we move to the next room?"

"Yeah."

*************

Donnie sat reading a magazine in the next room. He heard a car
door slam outside just as  the two other black men entered. Leroy
peaked out the window. "It's her. You two get on over back to
Melissa's room."

Donnie stood and placed his hands behind his back. Deon cuffed
his wrists together with fake handcuffs. Leroy was stripping as
they left the room.

"Jes... I mean Allah be praised," Donnie gasped as he saw Melissa
naked.


Melissa let out a little scream and tried to cover her breasts
and pussy with her hands. "What the hell?"

Donnie couldn't get over the magnificent creature standing before
him. His cock swelled up slightly. This bitch was the head
cheerleader, the prom queen, the girl next door centerfold with a
porn stars body and he- a janitor/ high school dropout- was going
to fuck her. "That's her, dude."

"Who this woman here?" Deon pointed at Melissa. He walked over
behind the poor woman and pulled her arms away from her body.
"Get a good look," he said winking at Donnie.

"That's her. She and the other woman is my boss."

"I've never seen this man before," cried Melissa, indignantly.

Deon released Melissa and walked back over to Donnie. "State for
the cameras who you are. Are you Donnie Jefferson, aka Donnie
Do-rag, aka Fireplug Jefferson?"

"No, they was my slave names. My name is Tariq Mohammed, yo."

"And you recognize this woman?"

"Her and her friend are the leaders of our cell."

"Did they ever threaten the president?"

"All the time, yo."

"If you're telling the truth, the courts will be lenient."

"He's lying," screamed, Melissa.

"It's against my religion to lie."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Stevens the US government will discover the
truth. Fireplug here thinks he's a big shot terrorist, but we
suspect he's just a second rate drug dealer." Deon walked behind
Donnie and undid his cuffs. "Step two steps in front of me and
remove your clothes."

Donnie did as he was told. He was facing Melissa as he stripped.
He noticed she was less concerned by her own nudity. She kept her
breasts bare, but both hands over her crotch. He felt a brief
twinge of guilt. The poor woman looked distraught and on the
verge of a breakdown. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes red from
crying. Her hair was mussed. But still she was hot and he was
going to fuck her or more importantly, she was going to willingly
fuck him.

Melissa's eyes widened when he bared his chest. He had a fit
young body, each muscle, hard and well-defined. He unzipped his
pants and waited until he was sure her eyes were focused on his
crotch before quickly yanking them down. He wasn't wearing
underwear.

Melissa frowned. Her eyes narrowed then widened. Her mind refused
to believe what it was seeing. Her jaw dropped, then the words.
"Oh mygod," came out of her mouth.

"You alright Mrs. Stevens?" asked Deon.

"She fine," growled Donnie. He was trying to keep his cock from
growing to full size and it wasn't easy. "She never seen a black
cock before."

“Is this true, Mrs. Stevens?” asked Deon.

"N-no I haven't." Melissa's husband was no slouch in the penis
department at maybe six and a half inches, but Donnie was twice
that long and maybe three times as thick. The huge cock was
topped by an even more massive cock head. It was dark black with
a long curved flair around the shaft.

"Sit down Donnie," said Deon, indicating a chair. When Donnie
sat, Deon reapplied the handcuffs. "There is a way to get to the
truth here. I can administer a truth drug."

"No way," said Donnie.

"Then you are lying," accused Deon.

"What does this drug entail?" asked Melissa. She walked over and
sat down on the stripped down bed.

"Simple pill dissolved in a glass of water. You won't taste it
and the effects will only last a few hours. The benefit is that
if you are proved innocent, we'll have you home by this
afternoon."

"I'll take it."

"Me too," said Donnie with a smirk. "I'm just a pawn in her
terrorist scheme."

"I'll mix the drinks," said Deon. Leroy would not have approved.
The older black man had some principles. He didn't know Donnie
really was a small time drug dealer. As for Deon, he just wanted
to sink his dick in some white pussy and he figured, if they were
stoned, they wouldn't be disgusted by his fat body. Deon dropped
some ecstasy in a glass for Melissa.  Donnie also got a hit a X
along with the little blue pill. Donnie felt he could handle
both. Deon took them their drinks. He held Donnie's up for him to
drink, since his hands were still cuffed. "I'll be back in an
hour when the drugs kick in. Yell if you need anything." Deon
left and reentered the other room.

*************

Kim knocked on the hotel room door. It opened and she entered the
room. The door closed behind her. She turned. Agent Johnson stood
behind her, nude, his cock already plumping up. Kim took a step
backward. "Agent Johnson, what are you doing?"

"Just waiting for you, Mrs. Anderson."

"I ah thought I was here to meet with your supervisor."

"He's detained. We have some time to ourselves. You haven't
forgotten how good this cock felt in you have you?" The black man
hefted the big log.

"No." Kim could never forget that day. "But..." My husband! Your
Supervisor! You’re black! I'm married! It was the best sex of my
life! He’s had a vasectomy! No consequences! I love fucking that
big black cock! I need that big black cock in my pussy!

"But what, Mrs. Anderson?"

"But what are we waiting for?" Kim started unbuttoning her blouse
staring at his cock the whole time. It grew to it's full foot
long length. Kim had smooth pale white skin, with long raven
tresses falling down her back. A former nerd, she had blossomed
in college loosing her braces and getting contacts. Her body now
rivaled any porn stars.

Leroy watched her magnificent body expose itself. Watching two
such beautiful white women strip in one days was almost more then
he could handle. When she was nude, Kim fell to her knees and
grabbed the base of his cock.

Kim licked around the black man's cock head. Her pussy dripped
with anticipation eager to have it inside. Something had changed
in her after fucking this cock. She thought of Agent Johnson
everyday. The first time she'd slept with her husband, after
fucking Johnson, had been a depressing disappointment. She needed
more. In Kim's purse was a list she'd started making. A list of
black men she might seduce into fucking her regularly.

Kim bobbed her head over Johnson's shaft. Her belly growled in
anticipation. She knew this stud would have no trouble cumming
several times even though he was old enough to be her father. Kim
massaged his balls and stroked the base of his shaft to speed him
up. There was no telling when his supervisor might return.

Kim felt herself becoming addicted to this cock. It grew in her
mouth, the swelling making it even harder. Cum filled her mouth
as the cock gave a little jerk. She gulped his sperm, swallowing
as fast as she could, but it still poured down her chin. Kim
didn't start stroking his cock until she was sure the last little
bit had drained from his balls.

Leroy walked over to the bed, stroking his cock to keep it hard.
He laid down on his back and held his cock up. "Come mount me."

Kim walked over to the bed. "These aren't on, are they?" she
asked noticing the cameras.

"No, they're here for the final interview. I wouldn't want to
risk my job by having a sex tape with a terrorist suspect make
the rounds of the office."

"Of course." Kim straddled him. She lowered herself over his
shaft, feeling the fat cock head press against her pussy. She
slammed down, impaling herself on his shaft and found herself
cumming immediately. Her pussy had adapted to this big cock and
never snapped back to normal. She didn't feel satisfied anymore
without a golf ball sized cock head pushing into her womb. What
would she do without him?

Agent Johnson grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart as she
bounced on his dick. She felt his finger press against her anus.
But it wasn't his finger. He was holding her cheeks. The thing
pushed hard against her rectum. It was big. "My boss," whispered
Johnson. "Treat him as well as me and you're home free."

"It hurts," gasped Kim as her rectum stretched open. She pictured
another black man standing behind her. He was as handsome as
agent Johnson with a fit muscular body and a huge cock. Her pussy
quivered with lust.

Sweat glistened on Deon's quivering flesh as he pushed his fat
cock deep inside Kim's ass.

*************

"Got you, jerk," said Melissa with a sneer. "This drug will prove
you are a liar."

"Says you," laughed Donnie. "I know you ain’t no terrorist, but
if it helps keep me out of jail, fuck you."

"Thanks for the confession, asshole." Melissa nodded towards the
cameras.

"They ain’t running fool," lied Donnie. "They is just the standby
lights. The pig has the remote in his hands and I saw him click
them off."

"Fuck!"

"I'd sure love too."

"What?"

"I'd sure love to fuck that white pussy. Shove twelve inches of
dark meat up that tight little twat."

"What are you doing?" Melissa stared aghast at Donnie's rapidly
swelling cock. It stretched out an inch, then began to swell. As
it swelled, the shaft began to rise.

"I bet it would be like fucking a virgin. My big black cock would
stretch you out like hubby never could. It would ruin you for
white dicks. Wish I could swell that belly with a black baby, if
I wasn't fucking sterile." His cock was completely hard now. The
big head, a fat round knob, the flair wide and pronounced.

"Stop it! Agent Brown, Agent Johnson, I need you." There was no
response.

"Relax bitch. Now I got you."

"What do you mean, animal?"

"Ya sees, this drug, it works it's way into the blood ya see. So
if I can keep my cock hard, the blood won't flow as well and I
can resists it. Looking at a sexy hot bitch like you, I think I
can keep it hard forever. Have fun in jail, terrorist." Donnie
laughed and that huge cock bobbed between his legs.

"Oh no," whispered Melissa. She could feel the drug affecting
her. Her judgment was already cloudy. As long as that huge cock
stayed hard, this nightmare wouldn't end. That cock had to come
down. But how?

Melissa stood up from the bed and boldly walked over to Donnie's
chair. His cock twitched at the sight of her nude body. It was
unladylike, but Melissa worked the saliva around in her mouth,
building it up until she spit it in her palm. Melissa kneeled
down before Donnie and grabbed his shaft with her wet palm.

He automatically bucked his hips, shoving his cock up through her
fingers. "No! You can't," he gasped.

"I can and I am, loser." Melissa felt powerful and in control.
She was going to make him cum and he had no choice in the matter.
She slid her hand up and down his swollen shaft. "I can't believe
how thick this thing is."

"Haven't given a lot of hand jobs to black guys, have ya?"

"No," said Melissa and for some reason she found the situation
very funny. She started laughing while jerking him off and the
black man laughed with her. In fact she had never felt so happy.
Melissa figured the truth drug must be having a strange affect on
her. Being accused of terrorism, stripped nude, and jerking off a
black criminal was not a situation one should being enjoying, but
she was.

Melissa watched her hand glide up and down his shaft with
fascination. The head was so large, it stopped her fist so she
settled for jerking just the shaft. She stared at the cock head
as it turned an angry reddish black. Each time her fist slid up,
a little jet of precum shot out of the head. Still, it wasn't
enough to coat such a big shaft. Melissa leaned down over the
head to spit some more saliva on the tip. As she opened her
mouth, Donnie bucked his hips and the cock head brushed her lips.
Melissa drew her head back, swallowing the spit.

"No! Don't lick it. I won't be able to last if you do."

Aha, I have you, thought Melissa. She bent down and swallowed the
swollen cock head. Her tongue swirled around the pee-slit and she
tasted his precum. Once again, Melissa was filled with a deep
sense of satisfaction and euphoria.

The head was just two big to swallow and give a proper blow job
too. Melissa had to content herself with just sucking the head
while stroking the shaft. She didn't have to suck it for long.
His glands swelled even harder and the thick shaft throbbed in
her hands. Within seconds, her mouth filled with hot sperm until
it dribbled down her chin. Without thinking, she swallowed to
keep from choking, his hot seed filling her belly. Melissa
decided she liked the taste as a moan filled her ears. The moan
came from her own throat.

The black cock pumped sperm faster then she could swallow.
Melissa pulled back to gasp for air and semen splattered on the
tops of her breasts, running down over her nipples. Melissa fell
back on her ass dazed over what had just happened. Donnie
chuckled and laughed. "It's still hard. You lose," he said, still
laughing.

Melissa stood. It was still hard! It hadn't deflated in the
least. Without hesitation, she straddled his lap. Melissa reached
behind her and grabbed the shaft. "I never lose," she answered,
guiding the head into her pussy.

**************

Kim couldn't take the double stimulation. The black men were
fucking her ass and pussy so hard she was flopping around like a
rag doll between them. Sometimes they alternated, Johnson's cock
filled her pussy while his boss nearly pulled his out of her ass
and Johnson pulled out as the other pushed deep in her ass.
Sometimes, they both impaled her at once and other times they
fucked her at their own pace. Kim came repeatedly whichever way
they were fucking her.

Johnson pushed in deep and held his cock still as it shot jet
after jet of sperm into her fertile womb. Kim shuddered in orgasm
at each jerk of his cock. It reminded her how much she had missed
fucking this cock. She was addicted to it. Her husband would
never satisfy her again.

Johnson rested and his cock deflated some, but Kim continued
sliding along his big shaft as the man behind her continued
fucking her ass. The man was wheezing and the hands holding her
hips were hot and sweaty. He groaned and leaned forward, a flabby
soft stomach, slick with sweat pushed against her back. He wasn't
the muscular stud, Johnson was.

The fat man's cock exploded, flooding her bowels with sperm. She
felt his seed filling up her ass as he removed his dick. Sperm
welled up and flowed down her anus.

Deon gasped for breath as he waddled over to one of the cameras.
He retrieved it and filmed a close-up of his cum pouring out of
her asshole. He zoomed in on her pussy impaled by Leroy's fat
cock. He was hard again and Kim was starting to ride it. "Get off
and turn around," said Leroy smacking her ass cheek. Deon
returned the camera to the tripod.

Kim spun around and couldn't keep the expression of disgust off
her face when she saw the fat black man. He noticed it too and
grinned at her, flashing a gold tooth. How could someone so obese
be a secret service agent? Still, the cock dangling between his
legs was every bit as impressive as Agent Johnson's.

"I'll be in the next room." Deon didn't want his body blocking
the cameras. Leroy had spun her so that he was fucking her from
behind while she sat in his lap. The cameras were capturing her
impressive breasts and his black hands mauling them. Still naked,
Deon stepped over to the next room.

*************

"Oh god, no...," cried Melissa.

"What's wrong baby?" asked Donnie.

"It feels so good." Melissa buried her head in Donnie's shoulder.
She felt so ashamed.

"Feeling guilty, huh bitch? This black cock a lot bigger and
better then your little hubby I bet."

"No... yes, damn you!"

Donnie chuckled. "That's the truth drug talking, ho. You can't
lie. You might as well enjoy it."

He was right, but it actually did hurt a little. The huge cock
head was banging against her cervix. "So full. I can't take
anymore."

"Wrong bitch." Donnie flexed his muscles until the flimsy plastic
on his handcuffs snapped. His strong arms came around to grab her
hips. He thrust up with his cock while pulling down on her hips.

Melissa yelped at the brief stab of pain. It reminded her of
losing her virginity. "Your cock's in my fucking womb!" she cried
in disbelief. Her crotch was also grinding with his. She had
taken his entire shaft.

Donnie hefted her big tits and brought the nipples up to his
mouth. As he sucked one between his lips, Melissa's first orgasm
hit. It was good, real good. Her first deep penetration orgasm
enhanced by the drugs was the best in her life. She couldn't
focus on the guilt of cheating on her husband any more. She
couldn't focus on the fake handcuffs dangling from Donnie's
wrists. All she could focus on was the incredible pleasure
emanating from her pussy.

Melissa didn't have the strength to bounce more then a few
inches. She could feel his cock began to grow. "You can't cum in
me," she whispered in his ear. Melissa tried to stand, but the
cock head wouldn't leave her womb. The large flair caught on her
cervix. "It's stuck!"

Donnie laughed. "That's why they call me "The Fireplug", slut.
Relax, I'm sterile, remember," lied the black teenager.

"Thank god for that.” Melissa was right between periods. Her most
fertile time of the month. Donnie's cock exploded, flooding her
womb with seed. Melissa was overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fill my
pussy," she screamed. She ground her pelvic bone down on the root
of his cock and trembled in orgasm as jet after jet of hot semen
filled her womb.

Melissa assumed she passed out momentarily. When she recovered,
Donnie was carrying her. His cock was still buried in her pussy
and it was as hard as ever. Donnie spun around and sat down on
the bed. He laid back and started playing with her nipples. "Ride
me some more."

Melissa bounced, saying, "Ow," as she realized his cock was still
stuck. "Is it ever coming out?"

"Not until it softens a little." Donnie had never used Viagra
before and didn't know what to expect. It might be hours.

"I wish it could stay in me forever," moaned Melissa grinding
their crotches together and having another small orgasm. "But
what if the secret service agent comes back?"

"I don't think you need worry about that," said Donnie, pulling
her ass cheeks apart.

Deon pushed the head of his cock down hard against his second
anus of the day. He really wanted some white pussy, but these
tight little rosebuds kept pointing at him. The girl shuddered as
his cock head pushed into her ass.

"What the fu..." Melissa went pale as her ass opened for the
large invading cock.

"That's agent Brown coming in your back door," said Donnie.

The fat one! thought Melissa, shuddering in disgust and pleasure.
She leaned forward onto Donnie so that Brown could push his cock
in deeper. She thanked god she had let her husband fuck her ass
to help prepare her for Brown's massive member. "I don't
understand what's going on anymore," she moaned.

"This is all just a dream, baby," laughed Donnie, grinding his
cock deep inside her.

"Then I don't want to wake up." The ecstasy made Melissa start
giggling before an orgasm shut her up. Melissa started focusing
on the pleasure, fucking back against the two cocks. She slammed
her pussy down into Donnie, then raise her ass up to meet Brown's
cock. She worked their cocks good. Now it was the black men's
turn to moan and groan. Their cocks started spurting
simultaneously, filling her bowels and womb with loads more
sperm.

Melissa trembled in orgasm as their cocks continued pumping. When
finished the fat man wheezed and collapsed against her, making
even Donnie grunt. Brown's cock shriveled and he slowly removed
it, stepping backward, still wheezing. Donnie's softened a little
and Melissa took the opportunity to yank her body upward. The
fireplug caught on her cervix making her yelp in pain, but this
time it pulled through and she was free of it. What felt like a
gallon of semen flowed into the vacuum until her cervix closed
back up trapping most inside her womb. Instead of relief, Melissa
missed the massive black cock and wished she had kept it in for
another go around.

Melissa reached over and grabbed Donnie's cock. It hadn't
softened much and she thought about swiftly mounting it again.
She was about to do so when the good looking black man entered
the room. He was nude and another large black cock swung between
his legs. My god, are they all monsters? she thought. He was
followed by a nude, well fucked... "Kim!"


"Melissa?" Kim looked confused. She ran over to the bed and the
two nude women embraced as Donnie stood up and went to the
bathroom. He pissed without closing the door and with his cock
still quite hard. "What are you doing here?" asked Kim.

"These agents came to my house and took me in for questioning."

"Stupid bitches," said Donnie, shaking his head when he came out
of the bathroom. "We aint agents and I'm no terrorist."

"What?" asked Kim.

"Huh!," added Melissa.

"I'm Leroy and what my crude friend Donnie is trying to tell you
is that we don't work for the government. We are janitors. Mr.
Anderson paid me to play a trick on his wife so that she'd learn
to keep her mouth shut. I didn't plan on fucking her, but it
turned out to be too easy. Then I got my brothers here involved
and went after Melissa here."

"You fucking, bitch," said Melissa, shaking her head in horror.

"What?" asked Kim.

"This is all your fault." Melissa swung her arm and slapped her
palm hard against Kim's face. She tried to do it again, but Kim
grabbed her wrist and threw her down on the bed.

The black men looked at each other, grinning as the two women
wrestled. Their big bosoms mashed together as they rolled,
struggling on the bed. Donnie was the first to walk over and
start jerking off as he watched. Leroy followed. Deon grabbed a
camera and started getting close ups of the women fighting and
his buddies masturbating.

The women struggled for minutes. Just as Donnie came, Kim grabbed
Mellissa's hair. Melissa arched her neck, her mouth opening as
Kim pulled her hair back. Donnie's first wad flew right in her
mouth, the rest covered her face and breasts. The two women fell
back on the bed just as Leroy shot his load across both pairs of
breasts.

Deon zoomed in on the four sperm covered breasts. "Alright Kim,
now lick the cum away from Melissa's mouth.

"What? No way am I doing that."

"Stupid bitches,” said Donnie again.

Leroy squeezed the last bit of sperm from his cock. "I'm inclined
to agree with the fireplug here. Don't you get it. All these
cameras have been running and I filmed us fucking back at your
house, Kim. We have hours of you two sluts fucking and sucking
black cock on film."

"Oh no," moaned Kim, thinking of how much she enjoyed fucking
Leroy's big black cock.

"Aargh," growled Melissa, grabbing Kim's hair. The two started
fighting again.

"ENOUGH!" barked Leroy. "If you don't want your hubby's to see
these tapes, you'll do what we tell you from now on. Kim lick the
cum off Mellissa's mouth. Good. Now kiss her and use some
tongue."

The two women stared at each other in horror before Kim leaned
over and extended her tongue. She lapped a large wad of semen off
Melissa’s mouth. She rolled it around her tongue, liking the
taste, but preferring it hot. She gulped and then kissed Melissa.

Deon filmed the two women kissing. "Now lick the goo off each
others breasts."

"Fuck this is hot," groaned Donnie, stroking his still Viagra
enhanced cock again. "Bitches, it's time to suck the cum out of
each others pussies. Lets see you sixty-nine."

The two women looked resigned but disgusted. Kim's swollen nipple
plopped out of Melissa's mouth as she rolled on top of her
friend. Mellissa's pussy was swollen and soaked with cum, not
very attractive and mirroring her own pussy. Kim buried her face
in it anyway and started slurping. Melissa jerked at the contact,
but afterwards raised her pussy slightly into Kim's tongue. Now
it was Kim's turn to jerk as Melissa's tongue found her pussy.

The black men watched as the women changed from reluctance to
arousal. Mellissa was the first to go, possibly helped along by
the ecstasy, with her friend laying on top of her. Deon filmed
her licking Kim while Leroy filmed from the other angle. Melissa
kept raising her pussy into Kim’s tongue. Eventually she buried
her face into Kim's pussy, her tongue going wild, stopping only
for her to cry out in orgasm. Mellissa's enthusiasm soon
converted Kim who suddenly sat up and thrust her pussy down hard
into Melissa's face. She didn't return to sucking Melissa.
Instead, her face found Donnie's hard cock before it. "The tip of
that monster is huge," she gasped.

"You don't know the half of it." Donnie guided his cock into
Kim's mouth.

Deon's old cock finally started to swell again. He walked over to
the bed and pushed Kim's ass off Mellissa's face. Kim got up on
all fours with Melissa under her. Mellissa watched the fat thighs
loom over her with a hard foot long cock sticking between them
and huge dangling balls underneath. Fascinated, she watched as
the huge spear penetrated her friend’s pussy right over her face.
Instinct took over and Mellissa stuck her tongue out. Willing she
licked the huge testicles dangling above her face.

Mellissa wasn't sure how long she licked. She felt the thrusting
testicles tense, then explode. Soon hot sperm dripped down on her
face. The drips turned to a trickle as Deon removed his cock.

"Finally some white pussy," grunted Deon. The old obese man was
spent. He waddled off and went to the bathroom to shower.

Mellissa watched as Donnie's cock appeared over her face. It was
slick with Kim's saliva and swollen as hard as ever. The huge
cock head pushed against Kim's pussy and slowly slipped inside.
Jealous, that Kim was getting her second black cock, Melissa felt
hands pull her ankles apart. Leroy guided his cock into her warm
and ready pussy.

Afterwards, the black men gathered up the cameras while the women
rested in each others arms on the bed. Leroy, once again in his
Sunday black suit, addressed the women. "Unless you want these
tapes to get out, your pussy's belong to us now." The women
nodded. "I want you to say it."

"My pussy belongs to you now," said Kim. "All three of you."

"My pussy belongs to you now," added Melissa.

"Good. Be prepared to service any one of us at any time. You'll
just have to think up lies to tell your husbands. Lets go boys."
Leroy stopped. "Oh and there's one other thing. You're going to
help us fuck your friend Evie too. She helped set you up and is
in on the secret service thing, so we'll need a new scam."

"We'll see that bitch fucked good," said Kim as the three black
men left. She turned and looked at Melissa. "Lets get a shower
and I'll take you home." Without thinking, she leaned over and
kissed Mellissa on the lips. Mellissa automatically kissed back.

The two women showered together, helping to scrub the dried semen
off each others bodies. Mellissa sighed on the way home. "I'm not
comfortable with all the lies. I can't lie to my husband."

"Get used to it. I think we'll be lying a lot from now on. I just
hope Leroy didn't lie about one thing."

"What's that?"

"Having a vasectomy." Kim patted her belly.

"I don't think men would lie about that. Fireplug said he was
sterile, but what about the fat one? He fucked you too."

“Dear god,” replied Kim, her face going white. “Let’s hope he’s
shooting blanks.”

The car stopped at Melissa’s house. Both women leaned together to
kiss again. This time, the kiss  Lingered and when it ended they
stared in each other’s eyes. Their eyes seemed to promise there’d
be more kissing in the future.



Part 3: Evie



Evie entered the restaurant. She spotted Kim at a table and was
surprised to see her sitting with a rather distinguished looking,
older black man. The black man was quite large and somewhat
handsome. Kim waved and Evie hurried over. Kim stood up and
hugged her. "Oh Kim, I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks Evie. I'll be looking to you for motherhood advice. Four
months along now."

"Oh that's just wonderful. Boy is your life going to change."

"That's what everyone tells us. Evie, may I introduce Pastor Le
Roi."

"A pleasure Ma'am." Leroy stood and shook Evie's hand.

"The good Pastor is a friend of my husband. He's from New
Orleans."

"Oh what a tragedy." Evie shook her head sadly.

"Indeed! Let us pray." Leroy bowed his head and the two women
followed suit. "Father, bless those who have suffered from
Katrina and bless those who have aided the needy of my city. We
pray for a speedy recovery and a return to normalcy for all those
affected by this great tragedy. Amen."

"Amen," replied Evie. "A nice prayer, Pastor. May I ask what
you're doing away from the city. Surely your spiritual guidance
is needed there?"

Kim answered. "Pastor Le Roi is looking for compassionate
families to take in displaced persons from Katrina."

"Yes, I'm on a tour of surrounding states looking for good
Christians to take in the hurricane's victims. Are you a good
Christian, Evie?"

"I strive everyday to be one, sir."

"Evie, didn't you mention that Eddie was going away on business
next month?"

"Yes. He's off to New Orleans himself."

"Well, the good Pastor here has a teenager who needs shelter for
just that month."

Leroy nodded. "Yes, his home was in one of the lesser hit areas
and after some cleanup, he will be able to return. He's one of
the lucky ones. Is there any way you could put him up?"

"I'm not sure..."

"His name is Donnie, though his friends call him Fireplug. He's a
great kid, but fell in with the wrong crowd. Did a little too
many drugs. Enough to make him sterile. I'm sure he'll work for
his room and board. With your husband gone, Donnie could take
care of the yard work or fulfill other husbandly duties." Leroy
smiled at Evie.

"Well, I guess we could. I'll need to ask my husband."

"That's fine Miss Evie. You would be doing a great service for
the church, the city, the state of Louisiana, and your country.
When it comes to the poor and disadvantaged, there's a special
place in heaven for those who open their homes..." and legs,
thought Leroy.

************

"This is incredible," said Evie into the phone. "First Kim, now
you and only a month behind her. Well congratulations." Evie
listened for awhile before finishing the conversation. "Now
Melissa, everyone knows condoms aren't 100% effective. I believe
that god wanted this to happen and it'll be the greatest thing to
happen to you and Mike." The doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be my
boarder. Gotta run. Talk to you later."

Evie was so happy for her friends she was grinning as she opened
the door. She frowned when she saw an older black youth standing
at her doorstep. Her frown deepened when she saw the suitcase.
"Yes?"

"Mrs. Martin, I'm Donnie. I thought you were expecting me."

"No... I mean yes. No, you're not what I was expecting. I thought
I was putting up a teenager."

"I'm eighteen. I am a teenager."

"I'm not sure about this. It isn't appropriate. I thought you
were a boy."

"Mrs. Martin, I have nowhere else to go."

"Oh boy!" Evie stepped aside. "Well come on in. At least you can
join us for lunch."

Evie's son and daughter's eyes went wide when they saw their new
guest. "Who's that mama?" asked Eddie Jr.

"This is Donnie. He was supposed to be staying with us for a
month while your daddy's away."

"Doesn't he have a home?"

Donnie interrupted. "My home was destroyed when the levees broke
in New Orleans." Actually, Donnie lived with his mother seven
miles away. "Your mother has agreed to let me stay here..."

Evie was about to open her mouth to state that Donnie could not
stay with them when her son said, "Like a good Christian. Mama
always says that a good Christian's heart is filled with larges."

"That's largesse, honey."

"There is a special place in heaven for women like your mother,
son." Donnie reached over and patted the boys head.

Evie sighed. "How was it Donnie? Katrina and all you had to go
through."

Donnie had prepared a phony story. He sat back and tried to look
devastated. He told the story of how he had waded waist deep
through fetid water to rescue his mother, but when he got to her
house, it was too late, she was already dead. Donnie watched a
tear roll down Evie's cheek as she listened which made him feel
guilty for conning her. He continued his story telling how he
floated his mother's body out of the house and dragged her onto
the roof. He told how her body began to stink and rot on the
balmy roof as he waited hour after hour for rescue.  Finally when
the coastguard helicopter arrived, they wouldn't let him bring
his mother with him and he had to abandon the body. The
helicopter dropped him off outside a dozen stores that were being
looted and he had to walk ten miles to find food and water. By
the time he ended, Evie's hands were on his arm squeezing tightly
as she sobbed for him.

Evie held Donnie's hand and patted him on the back. "I'm so sorry
Donald. That's what you get when you have a corrupt incompetent
government."

"You are so right Miss Evie. I swear Bush and the Republicans
must really hate black people."

Evie released his hand and sat up. "I was referring to your
Democrat Mayor and Governor."

"Oh yeah. Them to I suppose."

"As for Republicans hating black people, lets not forget that
they freed your people from slavery. It was also Republicans that
got the equal rights amendment passed. Democrats founded the KKK
and tried to stop integration in the South."

"I didn't know that. Maybe I should vote Republican." Donnie had
been informed, Evie was very political.

Evie's eyes lit up at the thought of making a GOP convert.
"Alright, You can stay."

**************

Evie was pleased how well things went with Donnie the first few
days. She made the black teen listen to Rush Limbaugh when they
drove to the supermarket and he seemed to agree with her comments
while watching fox news every night. He mowed the lawn, helped
her with dishes and seemed to get along with the children. Her
only complaint was that he never shut the bathroom door when
using the toilet or showering. Evie had to walk past the bathroom
to get anywhere in the house and she would always avert her eyes
and shut the door for him lest she accidentally view him naked.

After Donnie had been with her four days, Evie came home from
running errands and bumped into Melissa leaving her house. Her
friend looked disheveled and tired, but had a big grin on her
face. "Melissa, what brings you here?" Evie kissed her friend on
the cheek and patted the small bulge under Melissa's belly.

"I stopped by to see if you wanted to go shopping."

"I'd love to. We can buy some baby stuff for you."

"Well, I already went. I came by a couple hours ago. Donnie went
with me."

"Oh! Well what did you buy?"

"Ah nothing really. My heart wasn't in it without you there.
Look, I gotta run. Maybe we can go shopping together soon. Bye."
Melissa kissed Evie on the cheek and hurried to her car.

"Bye," called out Evie. She entered her house and said, "Looks
like Donnie didn't buy anything either. She heard the shower
running and shook her head when she saw he'd left the door open
again. Odd time of the day for a shower, she thought. Melissa had
looked sweaty too. Shopping must have been quite the workout for
them. Donnie's bedroom door was open. She didn't see any shopping
bags and frowned when she saw the state of disarray his sheets
were in. He usually made the bed every morning. His clothes were
spread about the floor. She was ready to go pull his bathroom
door shut again when a loud grunt and bang erupted from the
bathroom.

Evie ran to the bathroom. Donnie was spread eagled on the floor,
his back propped up against the shower and his head hung over the
tub. "Oh Jesus!" she cried. Her mind registered what appeared to
be a huge appendage between his legs, but she was too worried
about him. "Donald, Donnie, are you alright?" she asked stepping
over one leg.

Donnie opened his eyes and shook his head. "Wh... what happened?"

"Looks like you fell." Evie kneeled beside him. She cupped his
head. "I don't feel a bump." She reached around him with her
other hand and turned off the water.

"I'm ok. Just stunned. How's the rest of me look?"

Evie looked down his body. He had a tall, lean build, but was
incredibly muscular. Every muscle was well defined on his hard
chest and stomach. His body glistened with water from the shower.
Despite being a bit thuggish, Donnie was quite the hunk. When her
eyes found their way between his legs, she couldn't take her eyes
away from his large penis. It dwarfed her husband's smallish
penis by more then half. Donnie's penis was freakishly big,
nearly a foot long, snaking along her tiled floor. It was thick
too and the knobby end was fat with a huge flair along the
helmet. Two testicles sized to go with the large phallus were
splayed along her floor also. "The rest of you looks fine," she
answered. "Let me help you up."

"Ok." Donnie held his arm out and she put it around her shoulder.
He struggled to his feet. "Dizzy!"

Evie caught him as he turned into her. His wet body crushed her
within his arms in a tight bear hug as he pressed into her.
"Donnie, you alright?" She could feel his massive genitals
pressed into her belly. It even seemed to twitch and swell a
little.

"Fine. Just get me to my room."

Evie pulled back and helped a struggling Donnie to her guest
room. She laid him down on the bed and he rested back against the
pillow. The monster between his legs had indeed swollen a little.
It no longer rested against the mattress, but hovered above it,
struggling to rise higher. She pulled the covers over it. "Let me
get you an ice pack."

Evie hurried to the kitchen to get the poor teen some ice. Her
mind kept bringing up the image of his huge penis. It was an
inappropriate image to dwell on, so she tired to suppress the
image, but feared the picture was burned in her brain forever.
"Poor boy," she mumbled, thinking that no woman could ever handle
such a monster.

Evie returned to the bedroom holding some ice wrapped in a
washcloth. The bedspread had been pulled down again and Evie
gasped to see his penis again. This time fully erect! There was
no denying it's immense size. It was clearly a foot long topped
by a bulbous, fat, mushroom capped head. "Sorry," said Donnie,
"my cock gets like this all the time." He grabbed the base and
lifted it, so that the magnificent shaft pointed straight in the
air. "I can't control it."

"I know how boys are," she replied wondering if her husband's
penis had ever gotten this hard. Eddie never got fully erect and
Evie usually had to squeeze it to make it hard enough to enter
her. "And please Donald, don't use crude slang in my house."

"What do you mean, Miss Evie?" Donnie held the ice pack to his
head.

"Your thingy is a penis, not a... a cock." Evie reached for the
covers, her hand paused a foot from where he was still holding
the huge penis straight up. Evie was struck by a strong impulse
to grasp the monster. These impulses had plagued her as a young
woman. Once her husband, had been sitting on the bed while she
pulled his pants off. As his semi-erect penis sprang free, she'd
given into an impulse to kiss it. Eddie had gasped, but pulled
her mouth quickly away and refused to kiss her the rest of the
night. Their method of birth control was the rhythm method. She'd
given in to another impulse soon after marriage, wrapping her
legs tight around her husband's waist attempting to pull him
deeper inside her, preventing him from pulling out, and that was
how Eddie Jr. had been born. Her second child was born from a
similar impulse. Evie was astride Eddie grinding her crotch into
his wishing he was harder and deeper. Just when it started to
feel good, he bucked once, shooting his seed in her.

Before she could control herself, she gave in to the impulse
again. Her hand moved the foot to his shaft and grabbed it by the
base as Donnie released it from his grip. Evie was now holding a
fully erect black penis. It was impossibly big, impossibly hard.
It was like holding a big magnum flashlight. Her impulse screamed
at her to stroke the thick shaft. Donnie stared at her
expectantly. Evie reached out with her other hand and grabbed the
bedspread, fighting the impulse. As she pulled the cover over his
penis creating a pyramid under the bedspread, She pulled his
penis down and gave in to the impulse. Her hand moved up from the
base, sliding over thick, pulsing veins. The shaft widened as her
hand approached the head, then her hand caught on the huge flair.
She widened her grip and grasped the head feeling something
squirt in her palm as she released it. "You just keep that big
thing covered up, ok?" she said awkwardly.

"Of course, Miss Evie."

"How's your head? Still dizzy?"

"No I feel much better, thanks."

"Good. Rest up until dinner and I'll see you then." A flushed
Evie quickly left the room. She became aware that her breasts
were aching. Her nipples were hard, clearly visible through her
blouse and bra, and they were painfully rubbing against the
material. Her nipples were big, sensitive, and a continual source
of embarrassment for her. God had given her a body made for sin
and her impulses were a test of her faith.

The bedsprings started squeaking in Donnie's room and she could
hear him grunting. Asleep already, she thought and having a
nightmare. The noise didn't stop until fifteen or twenty minutes
later.

Evie ordered Donnie to rest up and go to bed early right after
dinner. She put the children to bed and read them a story before
turning the lights out.

*****************

Evie moved her arms, her body gliding sleekly through the water.
It was her habit to swim laps every morning to keep fit. She was
one of those people gifted with good genes, but she had gained a
few pounds after having her children. The extra weight was gone
around her stomach and ass now, but lingered in her breasts.
Always a big C-cup, she now wore a double D sized bra. They
showed no sign of ever shrinking back to normal.

Evie climbed from the pool and wrapped a towel around her hair.
She was wearing her two piece swimsuit. It wasn't a bikini. The
panties came to her belly button. The top was more like a sports
bra. She wore this suit at home for swimming and tanning. She had
a one piece suit she kept at the gym, wearing it for vacations or
using the gym pool with Kim and Melissa. She did have a bikini,
but had only worn it once five years ago for Eddie. He loved it,
but ordered her to throw the thing away. It was buried under her
shoes in the closet.

Evie's body dripped water to the cement around the pool. She was
tall at 5'11", taller then her husband. She had long shapely
legs, tanned and fit with a long torso. Her rear end was firm and
well rounded. It filled out any type of pants she wore especially
jeans. Her waist was tapered and lean giving her an almost Barbie
dollish figure. Her hair was a thick, lustrous, raven-black. It
was curly and hung down to her collar bones, but she wore it up
when in public. Wayward strands of hair often fell across her
piercing dark eyes or curled across her cheeks towards her mouth.
Except for her legs and arms, her skin was a very pale white with
few blemishes. Her white complexion contrasted with her dark
black hair, but looked stunning. She wore no nail polish or other
adornment save her wedding ring. Men stared at her. Six years of
marriage and she still caught Eddie staring at her. Kim and
Melissa's husbands stared at her. Men at the gym stared at her
and most had hit on her until they realized, she was married and
uninterested.

Evie didn't need her large bosom to attract male attention, but
her breasts made things worse. They were amazingly firm for their
size only sagging a little after having her second child. Her
nipples had once proudly jutted upwards, but now pointed straight
out. Her areola were slightly larger then the diameter of a soda
can. The nipple itself, the diameter of a dime and nearly half an
inch long. Her nipples hardened easily. They grew swollen rubbing
against her bra, from a slight chill swimming in the pool, from
the hot water of a shower striking them, from the lingering
glance of a stranger. Worse, it wasn't just her nipple that
hardened, her entire areola puffed up. The outline clearly
visible through her clothes. Sweaters hid her nipples, but in
Mississippi, it rarely grew cold enough for sweaters. Her nipples
were also overly sexually sensitive. Evie had only orgasmed
several times with Eddie. Both occurred when she was astride her
husband, grinding her crotch into his while squeezing her nipples
between her fingers.

This was the body Donnie was staring at through the bedroom
window. Evie saw him staring and pulled the towel off her hair to
cover her body. She waved and he waved back.

**************

Donnie went to do his laundry and saw Evie's two piece bathing
suit lying out still wet. He picked it up and sniffed the crotch.
It smelled of chlorine, disappointing him.

"Donnie, want some lunch?"

Donnie jumped when he heard Evie's voice. He panicked and wadded
up her two piece, shoving it under a pile of clothes.

**************

Today was yard work day and it was hot. Evie had sent the
children off to Melissa's so that she could have the entire
afternoon free. Evie was taking care of the garden and planting
flowers while Donnie trimmed the hedges and mowed the lawn. It
was sweltering days like today that made her thankful to have
Donnie around for help.

Donnie was wearing jeans without a shirt and reflective shades
hid his eyes. His chest glistened with sweat. Evie was wearing a
tank top and shorts. The sweat made her top cling to her body.
Her knees were dirty and stained green from kneeling in the
grass.

"I've had enough," she called to Donnie. "It's too darn hot. What
say we take a dip in the pool?"

"Sounds good, Miss Evie, but I can't swim."

"It's not that deep. You're so tall, I doubt if there is a spot
where your head would be underwater. I'll give you some pointers
on swimming."

"I don't have a suit. Can I go in my underwear?"

"I guess that's fine. I'll go change." Evie walked inside her
house, but couldn't find her bathing suit in the laundry. "Odd,"
she murmured. She checked the bureau thinking she had washed it
and the bathroom where she had changed. Finally she gave up and
walked back out to the pool. Donnie was standing by the water in
only a pair of tight white briefs. His huge penis filled the
front of his briefs so that they looked about to bust open. Evie
couldn't help staring at it. "Donald, you haven’t seen my bathing
suit have you?"

"No, Miss Evie." Donnie cursed himself for not putting her suit
back where it belonged. He really wanted to be out here with her.

"I guess no pool then." The gym was too far away to get her spare
suit.

Donnie knew this was a long shot, but went for it anyway. "Why
don't you go in your underwear like me?"

"I can't do that." Evie mulled it over. Her underwear was plain
white cotton. It would be see through when wet. "I do have
another suit, but I can't wear it."

"Why not?"

"It isn't appropriate and you might find it offensive."

"I doubt that. I was really looking forward to trying out a pool
for the first time. The last water I was in was the cesspool
around New Orleans. Please, Miss Evie."

Evie found it hard to say no to Donnie when he brought up
Katrina. "Alright, provided I can even find the suit. It's just
something I thought my husband would enjoy seeing me in. Please
don't be offended."

Donnie frowned as she reentered the house. He lowered himself
into the water, sighing a the cool water enveloped his sweaty
body. Evie was right, he could touch the bottom easily. He leaned
against the side of the pool and crossed his arms waiting for
Evie to return.

Evie came out of the house twenty minutes later. Even for someone
so white she looked pale and shaky. She was wearing a robe,
tightly belted and her hands were holding it closed. "I changed
my mind. We'll do this another day."

"It's supposed to rain the next few days, Miss Evie. Why can't we
go for a swim?"

"Oh alright! Just don't watch me get in the pool." She unbelted
the robe, but held it tight. "Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes ma'am," lied Donnie. They were wide open under his
sunglasses.

"No peeking until I say so." Evie gulped and dropped the robe."

Donnie's dick immediately puffed up despite the cold water. It
was the hardest thing he'd ever done to keep his face
expressionless.

The beautiful conservative woman had turned into a slutty whore.
Donnie had seen her big nipples all puffy before, you really
couldn’t miss them, but the suit barely covered her areola.
Granted they were saucer sized, but that still left a lot of
breast straining at the material. He got the impression she'd
bought the suit before the babies were born because it was
clearly sized for smaller tits. Other then the patches around her
nipples, the rest of the top was just string tied around her back
and neck. Her long torso was bare, her rib cage showing above a
flat sexy belly. The bottom was low cut, leaving a large patch of
skin that bulged slightly under her navel. The material covering
her pussy was sparse and Donnie got the impression she'd hastily
shaved the pubic hair around the material.

The material was bright and looked brand new. It was red with
blue bars crossing the bikini top, White stars filled the blue
bars.. The bottoms were red with blue stars. He saw what had
concerned her. The bikini was patterned after the Confederate
battle flag!

Evie hastily turned and lowered herself into the pool. The suit
was a thong and Donnie got the perfect view of what so many men
had stared at, but only her husband had seen. A perfect smooth
round ass disappeared under the water.

"You can open your eyes now." Evie swam towards him letting the
cool water soothe her overheated body. "Oh this feels good. Good
idea, Donald."

"It is nice. Nice suit." Donnie stared at her body under the
rippling water.

Evie flushed. "It's too small. That's why I wouldn't let you
look. It was a gag gift I bought my husband."

"I bet he loved it."

"Not really. He thought it was too revealing and ordered me to
throw it away."

"But you kept it?"

"Yes. I'm not sure why. I guess I planned on sunbathing in it
when I was alone, but I never got around to it." Evie shrugged
and the tops of her breasts appeared above water. "So, want a
lesson?"

"Sure."

"First, lets start with floating."

Donnie followed Evie's instructions. He kicked his legs and waved
his arms to keep his head above water. When Evie approached
closer, he pretended to go under. Scared and sputtering, he
grabbed Evie's waist and pulled her into his arms. Her breasts
mashed into his chest. Donnie's crotch pushed into her abdomen.
Evie gasped and tried to pull away. "Don't let go," pleaded
Donnie.

"Relax." Evie felt flustered being held in such strong arms. She
hadn't thrown the suit away because it had made her feel slutty
and she liked the feeling. She felt slutty now from their two
half naked bodies embracing. The thing he had crudely referred to
as his cock shifted and swelled. I'm causing that, she thought.
It's my body making that big cock harden. I have power over this
teenage black boy. Warmth spread between her legs. Stop this,
Evie, she ordered herself. "Put your legs down. You can stand
here. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Donnie released her. "Sorry."

"Lets try floating on your back. Turn away from me. Now fall back
and I'll catch you." Evie caught Donnie as he obeyed her. "Take a
deep breath of air in your lungs and I'll hold you as you float
on your back." Evie gasped as Donnie's crotch rose above the
water. Wet, his briefs showed the outline of that big monster he
called a cock. Evie stared at it as she held his back. His
underwear looked like it could burst if his cock grew any larger.
"Ok, flip over."

"You sure?"

"Lets try it. Hold your head up to breathe. We'll try the doggy
paddle." Donnie rolled over on his stomach. Evie moved her hands
to hold him. One hand held his chest, but her other hand missed
his stomach and grabbed the tip of his crotch. The massive bulge
cupped right in her hand. Evie panicked and yanked her hand off
it. Donnie sputtered as his body submerged.

Donnie twisted himself and reached out for Evie again. His left
hand landed right on her back. His right hand on the back of her
neck. He pulled her tight, fingers fumbling for the strings of
her bikini. He tried to look scared to death.

"Donald relax, it's fine. Put your feet down." Evie pushed him
back. His eyes were staring at her chest. She didn't need to look
down to know that her nipples were embarrassingly swollen again.
Her nipples would be hard, throbbing points, the circles’ swollen
with goose bumps from being wet with the warm breeze caressing
them. Donnie kept staring until she did look down. Evie screamed
when she saw her bare breasts. She dropped, submerging her entire
body under water. Just her head raised above the water when she
came up for air. Her arms were squeezing her big breasts tightly,
to cover them. Her breasts were wet and kept slipping out from
under her arms, forcing her to keep moving her arms to contain
them "Donald, my bikini top seems to have come undone. Do you see
it anywhere?"

"There over in the shallow section, Miss Evie."

How did it get way over there, thought Evie. She swam across the
pool. This was the kiddie end of the pool and soon she was
crawling towards the floating bikini top.

Donnie watched as her body emerged from the water. Her wet
dripping ass appeared like the perfect round white globe of the
moon rising over the ocean. The side of a breast appeared, the
nippled tip still hanging into the pool. Evie grabbed her top,
but fumbled with the strings trying to get it on. She gave up and
held the material over her breasts. "Donald, close your eyes. I'm
getting my robe."

"I thought we were going to do it doggy style?"

"We're done for the day. We'll practice swimming again when I
find my normal bathing suit."

Donnie had lost his sunglasses floundering in the water. He
closed his eyes, but peeked as she raced for her robe. He watched
Evie wrap the robe around herself, then disappear into the house.
He looked around until he saw his sunglasses underwater. Donnie
dove under water and did a quick handstand as he grabbed his
shades. Holding his breath, he swam for the nearest ladder to
retrieve his own clothes.

*************

"You want me to search his room for drugs? I don't think he's
using, Pastor, but I'll look around. I'll call you back and let
you know what I find." Evie hung up the phone. Pastor Le Roi was
concerned that Donnie might be back on drugs when she told him
about Donnie's dizzy spell in the shower.

Donnie had gone out. Oddly, her friend Kim had offered to drive
him around. Evie decided it was safe to snoop around. His room
was messy. Donald wasn't too concerned with picking up after
himself. Dirty clothes and underwear was scattered around the
floor. The bed wasn't made. Donnie didn't really have all that
many clothes or other items with him, so the room wasn't
cluttered. The only thing suspicious was a box under the bed.

Evie pulled the box out dreading what she might find. The
contents of the box disgusted her, but she was relieved it wasn't
drugs. The box was full of vile pornography. She pulled the half
dozen magazines out of the box. "Why on earth did god give black
men such big penises?" she asked. Cover after cover showed a big,
hard black cock resting on the face or oversized breasts of a
white woman. Evie flipped through the magazines. The format was
the same. There was a black man and a white woman, several shots
of her sucking his large penis, several scenes of him penetrating
her in various positions, and a few final shots of the slick,
engorged penis ejaculating semen on the woman's face or breasts.

One magazine was different. It contained all stories. One was
about a wife posing for a black photographer. He fed her glass
after glass of wine between shots as she wore less and less
clothing. Her skirt and blouse disappeared until she wore her bra
and panties, then just the panties, then nude. The photographer
took pictures of her playing with herself. He took his penis out.
His cock was the biggest, blackest thing, the white wife had ever
seen. "I have to taste it," she cried. Later, "Fuck me with that
big black cock."

Evie was shaky as she put the magazine down. Her nipples were
swollen and there was a strange fluttering in her abdomen. That
story had been hot! She opened one of the magazines. An
attractive teenage girl in a bikini was staring at the huge black
cock of a lifeguard. Next she sucked the monster cock as the
bikini disappeared. The man penetrated her on a beach blanket.
"Fuck me with that big black cock," muttered Evie. Flustered, she
shoved the porn away.

Evie was horny and wished Eddie wasn't out of town. She wanted
sex, but couldn't even picture her husband's little five inch
penis in her mind. All she could see were big black cocks and
Donnie was bigger then the men in his magazines. Evie didn't
masturbate, so she took a cold shower to cool herself off.

****************

Donnie wasn't around the next day and Evie found herself bored
during the children's nap time. She entered Donnie's room and
pulled out the box of porn. This filth had probably corrupted the
poor boy. She should have confronted him and thrown it out. She
retrieved the magazine with the stories and leaned against the
bed as she read one.

"I'm gonna integrate yo ass, bitch," said the black student to
his teacher.

"Fill me up with that black cock," moaned the business woman as
she fucked the janitor.

"I love your black cock up my ass," screamed the white wife to
the gardener.

So went story after story.

Evie was shaking as she put the magazine away. Her nipples
scraped her bra. It was damp between her thighs. She checked her
watch and was surprised to see that over an hour had passed since
she started reading. The magazines shifted as she pushed the box
and she noticed a case underneath the porn. Worried it might be
drugs, she pulled it out and found it contained a DVD. Evie was
curious, but replaced the DVD. She needed another cold shower.

Evie was still in her robe after showering when her curiosity got
the better of her. She quickly retrieved the DVD from Donnie's
room and took it to her bedroom. She inserted it in the player
and sat down cross-legged on the bed. Evie hit play on the
remote.

A pretty blonde cheerleader made her way through a locker room.
The music and picture quality led Evie to believe that the movie
didn't have a very large budget. The cheerleader stripped off her
outfit. Her breasts were large and high on her chest. Her pubic
hair was shaved. Nude, she walked into the shower room and turned
the water on. She spent a lot of time running the soap over her
breasts and between her legs. Disgusted, Evie was about to stop
the movie when the perspective changed.

The camera moved as if it was watching the showering young woman.
She looked up startled at the camera. She covered her breasts and
pelvis. "Coach Black, what are you doing?" "I thought I'd join
you," said a deep voice, "and call me Dick." The cheerleader
looked horrified. "Coach Black...Dick, this isn't appropriate..."
She gasped, "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen." Her look of
horror turned to lust and she fell to her knees as a handsome
black man stepped into the camera's view.

"Sweet Jesus, a porno," gasped Evie as she watched the now wanton
cheerleader take the Coach's huge black cock in her mouth. The
remote sat right beside her on the bed, but she couldn't bring
herself to turn the movie off. Instead Evie laid back on the
pillow to watch the screen. Her robe fell open as she shifted.
Evie was still horny from the stories she'd read earlier and the
movie was only making her condition worse. One hand found her
nipple as she watched the cheerleader suck the coach's monster
cock. Evie's vagina was soaked by the time the Coach pushed his
big black cock inside the cheerleader.

Without thinking, Evie's hand went between her legs to stop the
flow, but she hadn't grabbed a tissue. She gasped as her fingers
touched her wet labia. "Fuck me. Fuck me," moaned the woman on
screen. The television view was between Evie's legs. She couldn't
she the cheerleader, but the muscular black coach was visible
almost like he was fucking Evie. "Fuck me," screamed Evie as she
plunged two fingers deep in her pussy. The orgasm came quickly
and caught Evie off guard. Her hips bucked up as the orgasm
ripped through her body.

"Wow!" exclaimed Evie as she came down from her orgasmic high. It
felt so good to cum. She hadn't orgasmed in years and this was
the biggest ever. She sat up as she heard a noise downstairs.
"Crap. Donnie's home." Evie quickly belted her robe around her.

Luckily, Donnie headed straight to the shower. "Fuck! The DVD!"
said Evie suddenly. Her hand flew over her mouth. I've got to
watch my language, she thought. Evie snuck the DVD past the
bathroom. Donnie had once more forgotten to shut the door
completely. Evie couldn't help sneaking a peak in, but the shower
curtain was closed. She entered his room and tossed the DVD on
the porn magazines and pushed the box back under the bed.

Evie was about to make her escape when she heard the bathroom
door squeak. The young housewife panicked not wanting to be
caught in Donnie's room. She ducked inside the closet just as the
bedroom door opened and Donnie strolled in with a towel wrapped
around his waist. Evie knocked some coat hangers making some
noise. She froze as did Donnie, but he must have assumed it was
nothing. Idiot, she thought, why didn't you just tell him you
were collecting clothes for the laundry? Evie was distracted when
Donnie dropped his towel.

What a monster, she thought while staring at his dangling cock.
He's as big as any of the black men in the magazines. His cock
looks like a freaking hammer, the head is so big. Was that why
they called him Fireplug?

Evie gasped when Donnie reached down and squeezed his cock. The
massive black snake swelled and hardened as he tugged on it.
Donnie sat on his bed and took some lotion out of the nightstand.
Disgusting, he's going to masturbate, thought Evie, forgetting
that she had masturbated less then an hour ago. She couldn't take
her eyes off the scene, however.

Donnie squirted a large amount of lotion in his hand and laid
back on the bed. He held his huge foot long black cock straight
up as he liberally coated the shaft and head until it glistened
in the light. He closed his eyes as his hand glided up and down
the shaft. It didn't look so huge in his beefy hand, but every so
often, he'd pause and remove his hand. His cock would be bigger
and harder then ever. The head looked like a swollen black plum
leaking juice from the top.

"Suck that big cock," he moaned loudly. Evie rolled her eyes,
wetting her lips as she did so. "You ever been fucked by a black
dick like mine?" Evie wondered who he was thinking about. "I bet
hubby's little prick ain’t half as big as mine. Come on and ride
my big black cock." Whoever he was thinking of was married. "I
wanna suck them big tits, mama. Take that Confederate bikini
off." Evie jumped, clanging some hangers again. He was
fantasizing about her! "Come on Miss Evie try some black cock.
Fuck my big black cock." Evie wasn't disgusted, instead her body
shivered as she imagined herself sitting on Donnie's crotch.
"Take my seed, you hot bitch." Cum erupted from Donnie's cock.
Semen flew up at least a foot, falling to cover the big head with
white sperm. More cum flowed from the fat cock head, striking
Donnie's stomach and coating the entire cock shaft. Evie couldn't
believe the amount he had cum, but then his balls were sized to
match his big cock.

Donnie milked the last bit of seed out of his shaft and climbed
off the bed. He left the room for the bathroom. Evie opened the
closet doors and found herself staring at her own reflection in a
mirror on the opposite wall. She looked like a wanton slut. Her
robe had fallen open. Her annoying nipples were at their
puffiest. She could even see her engorged clitoris between her
legs. She pulled her robe tightly shut to hide her sinful body
from her eyes and crept out of the bedroom. She failed to see a
leering Donnie, lean out of the bathroom staring at her back as
she snuck past.

**************

Evie avoided Donnie the next day as much as she could. She spent
time with the kids while Donnie did some yard work. He tried to
get her to join him in the pool, but she declined. Later, much to
her relief, Donnie went out. Evie was lonely and called Melissa,
but she was out also.

She found herself sitting on Donnie's floor reading more dirty
stories when she heard him come home. Evie hid, but he never came
upstairs.

Curious, Evie left her room and went to find Donnie. He was
crumbled on the floor and it didn't look like he was breathing.
"Oh my god, Donald!" cried Evie running over to him. He was
breathing and had a pulse. She could smell alcohol on his breath
and he stirred when she shook him. "Lets get you back to your
room."

Donnie leaned on her heavily as they negotiated their way up the
stairs. Evie was gasping for air by the time she got him next to
the bed. Donnie suddenly came alive and took Evie into his arms.
She squirmed as his lips crushed into hers and his probing tongue
pushed into her mouth. They fell onto the bed with Donnie on top
and Evie's legs spreading around his waist. The massive cock in
his pants grew as he ground his crotch against hers. "No,
Donald," growled Evie pushing against him.

"Miss Evie?" said Donald opening his heavily lidded eyes. "What
is yoush doing in my room?" His words were slurred.

"Just get off me." He rolled off her and was almost instantly
asleep. Evie jumped off the bed and fled the room. She grabbed
the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Pastor Le roi. This is
Evie... Yes, I'm fine thanks, but I'm worried about Donald. He
came home drunk tonight and acting strange. No, I didn't find any
drugs in his room. Search his person? Yes, I suppose he could be
hiding them on his person. I'll see what I can do. Thanks Pastor.
Sorry to bother you so late."

Evie replaced the phone and climbed the stairs. She entered
Donnie's room. He was still asleep, lying on his back. Evie
untied and removed his shoes. She shook them to make sure they
were empty. She found that his socks were empty to, when she
pulled them off. His shirt didn't have pockets, but she
unbuttoned it and pulled it open to give him some air. Evie
stared at his hard black muscular chest. Her hands shook as she
undid his belt. He stirred when she pulled the belt through his
jeans. Evie undid his jeans and pulled his zipper down. She knew
that millimeters from her fingertips was the giant black cock
that she had watched him jerk off yesterday. She could see it was
still swollen as she spread his jeans open. His white briefs
strained with his package. Unzipped, she had easier access to his
pockets. They contained nothing more then his wallet and an
aspirin bottle. The wallet held some money, but no drugs. Her
eyes were about to fall on his driver's license which would have
told her that he wasn't from New Orleans but from a town just
seven miles away, when Donnie said, "Are you robbing me, Miss
Evie?"

Evie stood up straight and flushed red as Donnie sat up. "No,
Donald. If you must know, I'm searching for drugs. I'm worried
about you. So is Pastor Le Roi"

"I don't have any drugs. I just drank too much tonight."

"You're underage, Donald."

"I know, but the booze helps me meet women. I'm so lonely. I
haven't seen my girlfriend since Katrina. I don't even know if
she’s alive."

"Oh!" Tears welled up in Evie's eyes. "I didn't know."

"I appreciate both you and Leroy's...Le Roi's concern. Go ahead
and search me." Donnie pulled his shirt off as he stood up.

"I'm satisfied you don't have any."

"Drug addicts can't be trusted, Miss Evie. You must search me
completely. Sit on the bed and pull my pants down."

"Very well." Evie sat before Donald. She grabbed the flaps of his
jeans and struggled to pull them over his hips. He stepped out of
his pants and stood before her clad in only his underwear. His
crotch bulged out obscenely and she could see the shaft twitch
underneath the material. "I'm satisfied."

"No. You must be thorough. Pull my underwear down."

Evie gulped, but grabbed the band of his underwear and yanked it
down. She had barely known this black stranger a week and had
already seen his penis three times. It was swollen and sticking
out, angled slightly down. Already a monster, but not even fully
grown. "There, no drugs."

"Check under my cock and balls."

Evie tried to bend to see under his shaft, but couldn't. She
reached out and lifted the big hose up. She didn't have to hold
it upwards long, almost immediately it stayed up by itself, but
she didn't let go. She hefted his big balls with her free hand,
Each testicle was much bigger then her husband's entire scrotum.
There were no bags of drugs or anything hidden in his crotch.
"Nothing. I'm satisfied you haven't been using. "I'm sorry I
doubted you, Donnie." She released his shaft.

"Well I'm not satisfied. Look what you did to my cock."

"What?"

"You made it like that." Donnie bent and grabbed her arm. He
brought her hand back over to his shaft. She grabbed it again.
You need to take care of it for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Jerk me off."

"Why don't you jerk yourself off?"

"I don't do that. Besides, this is all your fault. You need to
finish what you started."

Liar, she thought, but she couldn't admit to watching him
masturbate.

"It's the only way I'll forgive you."

"Very well. What do I do?"

Donnie bent over towards his night stand and pulled out a jar of
Vaseline. He tossed it to her. "Use this."

Evie knew this was wrong, but truthfully, she was thrilled. Her
body was already reacting. She could feel her nipples pushing out
her bra. She took her time coating the shaft with Vaseline. She
examined every square inch of Donnie's cock, the bumps, ridges,
veins, the flared glands, and even the pee slit which was as wide
as her fingernail.

The cock was a rampant, hard, glistening black shaft by the time
she finished coating it. She grasped it tightly and let her hand
glide up to the head. She moved her hand down and began stroking
his shaft. The knob was so flared, it caught her hand and she had
to loosen her grip to cover the head. Evie brought her other hand
up and rubbed just the head while her second hand stroked the
shaft. Donnie seemed to like her playing with the head.

Evie caught herself grinning. She frowned, then tried to make her
expression impassive. She shouldn't be doing this. But then, it
wasn't really all that bad. It wasn't cheating, just
inappropriate. "Is this ok?" she asked.

"Grip it a little tighter and stroke faster. Yeah baby, like
that. You're a natural. It's like you were born with a black cock
in your hand."

Evie giggled like a little girl. "This feels so weird. Warn me
when you're close." She remembered the geyser that erupted from
the head when she watched him jerk off.

"I will. If you want to speed things up, talk to me. Describe
what you're doing to me. Talk dirty."

Evie wasn't so sure she wanted to speed things up. She wouldn't
be doing this again and wanted it to last. She also knew what he
was asking. He wanted her to talk like the sluts in the DVD or in
the dirty stories. "I'm stroking the biggest, blackest cock I've
ever seen," she said, feeling rewarded when Donnie groaned. "I
didn't know cocks got this big."

"You are a natural. You like that black cock dontcha?"

"I love your big cock, Donnie." Evie felt dirty and slutty. She
grinned, annoying herself. "I can't get over how much bigger it
is then my husband's. I wish he had a cock like this." Ouch, she
shouldn't have said that. Donnie's cock seemed to swell at her
comments. She watched the big knobby head harden right before her
eyes.

"That's cause your holding a real man's cock, not some little
white worm."

"No," cried Evie, shaking her head with false denial.

"Yes bitch, a superior man's cock, a black man‘s cock. Suck it.
Show that black cock what a white slut can do. SUCK IT!"

Evie's mouth was wrapped around the huge head before she knew
what she was doing. She felt compelled to obey him...this
superior man. She came to her senses and pulled back just as cum
filled her mouth. She gulped automatically tasting a man's seed
for the first time. Evie was surprised at his sperm's heat as
more filled her mouth. Evie pulled back until the cock plopped
out of her mouth. It spit at her, sperm coating her lips and
cheek. More sperm shot out, dripping off her chin and staining
her blouse. More sperm shot out, into her mouth as she wrapped
her lips back around it. Swallowing was less messy. More sperm
shot out as she swallowed. More sperm shot out and then some more
and more after that. Evie struggled to keep up with the flow
until it slackened off to a trickle.

"Thanks Miss Evie. I needed that."

Evie looked up at his muscular body as Donnie turned into a
polite young man again. Her lips were still pierced around his
pee-slit and her hand was jerking his shaft, milking it for more
sperm. She swallowed every pearly drop that came out. His cock
was still mostly hard when she released it. "I need to go get
cleaned up before the kids get home." Evie fled the room and
headed for her shower.

The conversation at dinner was muted. Only Donnie seemed cheerful
and did most of the talking. Evie put the children down for the
night and came downstairs. She found Donnie outside in the
swimming pool. "You're getting good," she said, watching him swim
a little. "I feel dirty, Donald."

"Thanks alot."

"No, I mean guilty. You're a perfectly nice boy, but I'm a
happily married woman. I don't know what came over me."

"Why don't you join me. The water feels great. It'll help relax
you."

"Alright. I'll go change." Evie retrieved her "stars and bars"
bikini from her room and quickly changed into it. She didn't
bother putting a robe on. She was becoming less self-conscious
about her body and had already decided to purchase a more modest
bikini to wear in public. The image of Donnie jerking off on his
bed flashed into her mind. He liked this bikini.

Donnie watched her come out of the house and slip into the pool.
"What happened today can never happen again."

"I was hoping you'd do it a couple times a day for me."

"I'm serious. I may have to find you another place to stay."

"What's wrong with just having some fun?" Donnie swam towards
her. "We're not cheating."

"It's wrong."

"Why?" Donnie was standing before her now.

"It just is," said Evie as Donnie grabbed her wrist under water.
Her brought it down to his crotch. "You're hard," she asked, as
her fingers closed around his erect shaft. "And your not wearing
a suit."

"Nope. I want you to jerk me off again."

"I can't. It's wrong."

"Why? You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. You’re doing it now."

Evie froze. He had released her wrist and she was slowly stroking
his shaft underwater. "This ends now." Evie let go of his shaft.
She moved over to the side and lifted herself out.

Donnie's muscular arms effortlessly lifted him out of the pool.
She was still sitting as he stood before her. His monster cock
was pointing at her face. She couldn‘t take her eyes off of it.
"Jerk me off," he ordered.

Evie's hand went back up to it. "Just once more. After tonight,
it ends."

"Suck it for me. Put it back in your mouth. Let me feel those
white lips wrapped around my black cock."

Evie opened her mouth, then caught herself. Why did she want to
obey him? "No, that's too personal."

"How about, I titty fuck you then?"

"What's that?"

"I slide my cock between your tits to get off. You wouldn't have
to do anything but lie there. Less to feel guilty about."

"Hmmm, ok."

"Lie down on your back." Donnie retrieved a bottle of suntan
lotion from a nearby lounge chair. He kneeled beside her. His
hand went out for the string holding her little panties on.

"No. Leave them on. That is for my husband only"

Donnie nodded. He straddled her stomach and reached out for the
string behind her neck. He pulled the knot untied. He pulled her
top off and tossed it aside. He stared at her breasts for almost
a full minute. "Dems the nicest titties I ever saw."

"Ah...thanks." Evie could see her nipples were at their full
puffiness. Embarrassing to her, but they drove men crazy. She
watched as Donnie emptied lotion along his huge black shaft like
a hotdog vendor would cover a foot long with mustard. Donnie
nestled his cock between her breasts then squeezed them together.
He bucked his hips, sliding his cock back and forth. Evie bowed
her chin, partly to watch this strange scene, partly because his
hard cock head kept banging the bottom of her chin. Now whenever
her pushed his cock through, the head brushed her lips. She could
smell the coconut lotion coating it.

Donnie wasn't one for playing fair. Her adjusted his hold on her
breasts so that his thumb and forefinger could tease her nipples.
Evie moaned when Donnie squeezed both her nipples. He flicked
them, he tugged on them, he twirled them between his fingers,
gently tugging on them like he was milking or jerking them off.

Evie arched her back and moaned. She spread her legs, wishing she
could get her fingers down to her crotch. Her nipples were ultra
sensitive and driving her crazy. Evie opened her mouth and licked
his cock head the next time he thrust forward. She was losing
control. She wanted a big hard cock between her legs. She wanted
to rip her bikini bottoms off and bury two fingers deep in her
wet pussy. Donnie stopped and held his cock forwards so that she
could lick and kiss all over the head before starting his thrusts
again. She wanted to slide her finger along her labia. She wanted
to tease her clit. She wanted Donnie's big black cock in her
pussy. Evie's whole body jerked as she came. The orgasm was huge.
Her eyes flew open in shock and then closed again as a wave of
sperm covered them.

Donnie released her breasts and aimed his cock head at her mouth.
Once again, Evie found herself swallowing mouthfuls of cum. Her
hand found his shaft and jerked it, trying to get every last drop
inside her mouth. Give your slut your sperm, she thought.

Donnie climbed off her. "That was great. I'm hitting the sack.
See you in the morning." Nude, he walked inside her house. Donnie
grabbed the phone and called Kim. "I need you to take her brats
tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm gonna fuck her." He hung up.

Evie laid on her back on the cement around the pool. Her face
from her lips to her forehead had a thick covering of sperm on
it. She brushed some of his cum with her finger towards and into
her mouth. She couldn't believe she'd cum that hard without even
touching her pussy. Donnie was wrong about titty fucking, she
certainly didn't feel less guilty now then she had earlier.

**************

Evie awoke with a start. Donnie was standing over her with a tray
in his hands. "I thought you'd like some breakfast."

"How nice." She held the covers tight to her nude body. Donnie
was only wearing form fitting boxers that left little doubt over
the size of his manhood. "What about the kids?"

"Kim and Melissa came and got them. They wanted to take them to
the zoo. I didn't think you would mind."

"Not at all. There's plenty of housework I could be doing."

"I thought we might go swimming again."

"A morning swim would be nice. One condition though."

"What's that?"

"You wear a suit this time."

"Of course."

"No more messing around."

"But I thought you liked it."

"No... Not the leas... I liked it, alright. I liked it too much.
I hope you understand."

"Oh, I understand. You've never been with a real man. You find it
hard to resist my big cock.

"Yes... I mean no. It's just wrong, that's all."

"You're right. Just try to control yourself around me."

Evie gritted her teeth as Donnie winked and left her bedroom.
Like this was all her fault? Like she was the one who couldn't
control herself? She glanced under the covers and was disgusted
to see her body had responded to his presence. Her nipples were
at their puffy hardest.

Donnie smirked as he hopped down the stairs. The poor woman
wouldn't know what hit her when the ecstasy he'd dissolved in her
morning tea kicked in. He'd taken a hit himself. When he entered
the kitchen to finish his own breakfast, he also tossed the
little blue pill in his mouth and chased it with some orange
juice. He'd wait until he heard the shower to set the video
camera up in her room.

Donnie was already in the pool when Evie exited the house. She'd
taken awhile to get ready. She'd found dried flakes of semen on
her face and took a shower to clean herself off better. She'd
also made a better effort to find her modest two piece swimsuit,
but it was still missing. She was forced to wear the confederate
print bikini again. "I'm really impressed with how fast you took
to swimming," she said, as he finished doing some laps.

"I'm really impressed too," he added, letting his eyes roam up
and down her body.

Evie felt her nipples ache at his stare so she slipped quickly
into the water. They swam for some time. Their conversation was
decent and avoided sexual topics. Finally, Evie climbed out of
the pool. "You got breakfast. I'll fix us some lunch." She turned
to find Donnie had been staring at her ass. "You alright? You
have a funny look on your face."

"I'm fine. Just go on in and I'll join you."

"You don't have a cramp, do you Donald? Let me look at it."

Donnie lifted himself up the side. Evie gasped to see his
problem. His cock was at it's hardest. He was wearing the tight
briefs from this morning. His swollen cock was extending well
past the waist band. "My cock can't seem to control itself around
you either, Miss Evie. God, it's so hard it hurts. You gotta take
care of it for me."

Evie shivered, wanting to reach out for it. "Not this time
Donald. Just calm down and try not to think about sex. Learn some
self control." She turned her back on him and entered the house.
She went to the kitchen to see about lunch.

Donnie waited a few minutes before entering the house. He came
into the kitchen. "It's not working, Miss Evie." He pulled his
briefs off and stood nude in front of her. "Ah, that's better,"
he cried, as his cock fell forwards to stick straight out.

Evie reached out and grabbed it, then pulled her hand back. "No,
it'll go down on it's own. This bikini isn't helping is it? I'll
go upstairs to change." Evie fled to her bedroom. She'd removed
her top and was in the process of untying her bikini bottom when
Donnie entered without knocking. "Donnie!" Evie held her arms
across her breasts.

"I need to get off. Donnie stepped up to her and pulled her arm
away from her tits. He brought her hand down to his cock again.
This time she kept it there. "You gotta jerk me off again or let
me fuck these big titties. He grabbed a breast and squeezed one
swollen nipple. Evie shivered at his touch. Donnie moved his hand
from her breast to her shoulder. He pushed her down.

Evie was panting as she fell to her knees before his mighty black
cock. "Ok, I'll jerk you off, but this is the last time. Her hand
was already sliding along his shaft. "I'll need some lotion."

"Use your spit," growled Donnie, pulling her head towards his
cock. The tip pushed against her lips until she opened her mouth.
"Licking it will make it slicker."

Evie kissed and licked around the head. She was getting used to
this. Already, she was feeling less guilty about her husband. She
stretched her jaw out to take the big head entirely in her mouth.
It was a shame the glands were so flared or she would have tried
taking his cock down her throat. She settled on sucking just the
head while stroking the shaft towards her mouth.

"Oh that's it, Miss Evie suck that black cock." Donnie grabbed
the back of her head to guide her along. "Lets move to the bed."
Donnie inched over towards the bed and sat on the side. Evie
crawled over to keep her head in his lap never pausing in her
cock worship. "Climb on up," said Donnie, after letting her suck
his cock for five more minutes or so.

Donnie laid back on her bed. His large muscular torso taking up
most of the king-sized bed. Evie climbed up on the bed and
resumed her place between his legs. "I wish I could give you a
real blowjob," she stated before taking the head back in her
mouth."

"I wish you could too." Donnie watched the beautiful wife and mom
bobbing her head. Her raven dark tresses fell across her face.
She had her eyes closed. "No, don't close your eyes. Look at me
when you suck my cock. That's good. Stare at me. Feel my cock
getting harder. Ugh yeah. You've been-uh-good to it, baby. Now
it’s uh gonna be good to you. Here it cums."

Despite the warning, the blast caught Evie off guard. Donnie's
hot seed filled her mouth and squirted out around his shaft. Evie
gulped just as the second wad hit the back of her throat. She
gulped his sperm down as fast as he pumped it out. When he was
finished, she milked his shaft to make sure there was no more.
"You sperm tastes so good. I could do this all day."

"Well, we got the rest of the month. I'll let you suck my cock
everyday."

"Thank you. I'm going to brush my teeth." Evie went into the
adjoining bathroom and cleaned up. "What am I doing?" she
whispered, looking at herself in the mirror. "Is that really me?
I'm sexy as hell." Evie was still wearing just the bikini
bottoms. "No wonder he can't keep his cock down around me."

Donnie hadn't moved from the bed when Evie came out of the
bathroom. "Look at this," he ordered holding his erect foot long
cock straight up. "It's still hard."

"Wow! My neck is a little sore, but you can titty fuck me again."
Evie climbed on the bed and kneeled between his legs.

"No, come on up here. I'm gonna pay you back." Donnie leaned up
and grabbed her arms. He pulled her forwards. Evie climbed over
his pelvis and sat on his shaft. "Kiss me," he ordered.

Evie could feel his big hard length between her legs. Only the
thin material of her bikini bottoms kept him from feeling how hot
and wet her pussy was. Evie pushed down against his cock as she
leaned forward. Donnie held her head so that their lips were
mashed together. Evie kissed him willingly though she had hoped
to keep her pussy and kisses for just her husband. His tongue
pushed into her mouth and she could feel his cock jerk between
her legs. She slid her pussy along his length subtly pushing down
when the head was over the entrance to her depths. Evie moaned
with lust.

Donnie released her and pushed her up so that she was sitting in
his lap. "Feels good doesn't it?" She moaned her agreement.
Donnie reached up to squeeze her incredible puffy nipples driving
Evie crazy. She humped his cock. Donnie pulled her down a little
and leaned up, taking one long nipple between his lips. His hand
teased her other nipple. He switched several times. Evie was
moaning like crazy, pushing her bikini bottom down hard on his
cock head. She screamed as she came.

Donnie didn't give her time to recover. He grabbed her hips and
pulled her forwards. Her pelvis slid up his chest until she had
to scoot forwards. Evie's eyes flew open as he pulled her crotch
down against his mouth. His tongue pushed against the bikini
bottom causing Evie to squirm. Donnie's hands held her hips, his
fingers right over the ties holding, her panties on. Evie was too
out of it to feel him slowly untie the strings.

Donnie moved his hands down and pulled her bikini aside slightly
exposing her soaking wet slit to his tongue. He licked along her
slit, teasing her labia until he reached her clit. He flicked his
tongue across her clit until Evie seemed on the verge of another
orgasm, then Donnie thrust his tongue deep inside her. Evie
gripped his hair and humped his face as she came again.

"Thank you. Thank you," Evie panted as Donnie lifted her off his
face and pushed her back down to his lap. She groaned as she felt
his cock between her legs again. She automatically pushed down on
the head and she felt her labia spread around it. Evie opened her
eyes to see her bikini bottoms lying across Donnie's chin. He
grabbed it and tossed it off the bed. "Your cock feels so good
rubbing my bare pussy, Donald."

Was this really the same conservative woman I met just over a
week ago? Thought Donnie. "Try putting it in. I wanna see how
much you can take. We won't fuck or nuthin."

"No, shouldn't, but... maybe just the head. I'm curious too."
Evie got up on her knees and squatted over his crotch as Donnie
held his cock up. She maneuvered her pussy over it and pushed
down. Just the head was as big as a child's fist and it pushed
her labia in before her hole opened wide enough for it. "Oh gawd,
it's stretching me out, the head's so big." Both Donnie and Evie
moaned together as Donnie's cock head disappeared in her.

"Feels so good, Miss Evie." Donnie reached up and grabbed her
hips while bucking his hips up. This forced his cock another two
inches inside her. Donnie was actually surprised at how easily
she was taking him. Still it was a very snug fit.

"It feels great," she agreed bouncing on a little over four or so
inches of cock meat. Evie squatted lower with each bounce. His
cock plowed deeper. "I've never felt anything like this, Donnie.
I'm so full."

"Yep, that's about all that will fit. You can get off now."
Evie's eyes had been closed as she concentrated on the wonderful
feeling in her pussy. Her eyes flew open and Donnie thought they
looked lustful and crazy. Must be the ecstasy, he thought.

"No," she growled, "I can take more." Evie bounced faster, taking
more inches as his shaft became more lubricated. She came again,
a quick orgasm that caught her off guard. Evie slid down further,
their crotches getting closer together. "Ow!," she mumbled as the
thick cock head banged her cervix. "I guess that's it," she
sighed, regretfully.

"You still got three inches, mama." Donnie pushed her hips back
to angle his cock right. He thrust up just as he pulled her hips
down.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Aw fuck, your cock's in my womb." Evie's crotch was
now grinding Donnie's. She'd taken it all.

Donnie was surprised at how easily her cervix had parted, but
then he'd never taken a woman who'd had two kids before. "That's
a good fit, Miss Evie. I think your pussy was..."

"Built to handle big black cock," she finished, giggling crazily.

"Yeah. That's it though. I guess this party is over. You can get
off now."

"I'm gonna get off alright," she moaned, grinding her pussy into
him. “Get off on this big black cock of yours.”

"I meant we can stop now."

"No," she whined almost petulantly. "I wanna fuck now. I wanna
fuck this big black cock. I wanna fuck this big black cock all
day."

Donnie's cock twitched at her sluttiness and he fought the
impulse to start fucking the shit out of this horny milf. "But
you're married? We should stop. Get off me now." This would look
great on the video.

Evie grinned. "Alright Donald." She grinded her pussy down for
the last time. She planned on lifting herself up, but then
slipping and plunging this wonderful cock deep in her pussy once
again, but when she had raised herself three inches, Donnie's
cock head caught in her cervix. "Hah, it's stuck."

"Stuck!," exclaimed Donnie, feigning surprise. This was the
reason they called him "Fireplug" after all. "It ain't coming out
till I cums. I guess we gotta fuck."

"Yippee," she cried, riding his cock.

"Lets roll over so I can fucks that white pussy proper." Donnie
pulled her down on top of him and rolled over so that he was
crushing her. He lifted himself up and began fucking her with the
three or so inches of cock he could move around.

"That's it fuck me, fuck me. I want it all. Fuck my white pussy.
Give your slut all that black cock." The inner slut Evie had
repressed all those years had been released and she had no
intention of ever bottling it again. “Fuck me. Fuck my slut
pussy. Fuck me, master."

"Jesus bitch, shut up already," growled Donnie, though he liked
the master part.

"I want your cock in me every day. You're sharing my bed from now
on. "I wanna wake up and suck that gorgeous black cock every
morning. Oh god, gonna cum again."

"Me too, slut." Donnie pumped faster until his cock burst,
releasing a torrent of cum.

"Your flooding my womb," screamed Evie as she came. It was her
biggest orgasm yet and she dug her nails into his back. Jet after
jet of semen filled her womb prolonging her orgasm. "I love it. I
love it. I love you." Evie gasped for air as she came down from
her orgasm. Thankfully, she remembered that he was sterile. Her
fertile time was approaching.

Donnie had to piss, but when he tried to pull out, his cock was
still stuck. Damn Viagra! "One more time ought a do it." This
time he kneeled between her legs so he could look down at this
beautiful woman.

Evie recovered from her orgasm amazed to find Donnie was fucking
her again. His muscular chest was sweaty and he had an intense
look on his face. She watched the thick root of his cock sliding
in and out of her. She even imagined she could see his cock head
bulge under her belly button with each thrust forwards. "That's
it stud, fuck me again." Her hands flew to her breasts. She
pulled on her nipples roughly. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again."

Donnie lasted a long time this round and was dead tired by the
time he came again. Evie rarely quit talking the whole time and
he found himself wishing Leroy was there to shove his cock down
her throat to shut her up. When he finally came, Donnie's cock
shrank just enough to pull it through her cervix. He yanked it
out and immediately ran to the bathroom. He sighed with relief as
the piss finally flowed from his dick into the toilet. Donnie
jumped when a white hand reached around him to grab his cock.
Evie guided the urine stream all around the toilet bowl, seeming
fascinated. She jerked the last bit of urine out after he had
finished pissing.

They took a long shower afterwards. Long, because Evie fell to
her knees and jerked his cock off in the stall. Her mouth clamped
over his cock head as she coaxed one more load of cum out of his
cock and into her belly.

While toweling himself dry, Evie decided to clean up. She first
grabbed the breakfast tray. "Hold on a minute," said Donnie with
surprise. "Your tea?"

"I wasn't thirsty. Want it?"

"No thanks. It's cold now anyway." Donnie watched her leave the
room. She hadn't drank any of the ecstasy! Her behavior was all
natural. The woman had shed all inhibitions.

Donnie moved into the master bedroom that night.

One week later, Evie was straddling Donnie on the bed. He was
bouncing as he fucked her, with his hands tightly gripping her
ass cheeks and holding them open. Evie felt something nudge her
ass. There was a brief stab of pain as her anus opened for the
large invader. Evie looked over her shoulder to see another
handsome black man standing behind her. "Pastor Le Roy? What are
you doing?"

"Janitor Leroy and I'm gonna fuck this sweet ass."

"Janitor? You played the trick on Kim. Oh god, this is all a set
up."

"Yes, and we fucked her good and your friend Melissa too. I have
you fucking Donnie on tape. You'll do what we say. Fuck who we
want and..."

"Just shut up and fuck my slut ass with that big black cock."

A surprised Leroy raised his eyebrows at a grinning Donnie. "Yes,
ma’am," said Leroy as he pushed his cock deep in her ass.

Evie liked Leroy's cock better then Donnie's. It was just as big,
but didn't have the flared head. She learned to deep throat it
and he could deep fuck her through her cervix without getting
stuck. Plus, she really liked getting fucked in the ass.

Epilogue:

Three black babies were born almost five months apart. Neither
Kim nor Melissa's husband could handle it. Melissa's husband,
Mike spent time in jail after assaulting Kim's husband, Jerry
when he found out that Jerry had set the whole thing up.

Kim and Melissa got an apartment together where they shared a bed
with each other and usually entertained either Leroy, fat Deon,
or Donnie every night or sometimes more then one or sometimes
different black men when word got out about the two bisexual
sluts living there.

Evie's husband arrived home from his trip just as Donnie was
leaving. He waved and tried to introduce himself, but the black
teen ignored him. Confused, Eddie wondered why Donnie looked so
much older then he had thought. He was even more confused and
shocked and horrified to find his wife naked in bed with cum
pouring out of her spread legs. "We need to talk, honey," said
Evie, licking a glob of sperm stuck at the corner of her mouth.

Evie and Eddie separated for several days before Eddie decided to
forgive her. "You were tricked and seduced after all. Just give
up the black men and...".

"I can't do that," replied Evie. "If you want to stay married
you'll need to understand that I'm a different person. I'm gonna
fuck lots of black cock. You don't have to know about it. I'll
just say, I'm going out with Kim or Melissa."

"B-but," stuttered Eddie. "No buts, and maybe if I'm feeling
generous, I'll throw a little pussy your way, but I think you'll
find me a little loose down there.

"Very well," cried Eddie, defeated. He would do it for their
children. Their marriage was strained and even more strained when
Evie found out she was pregnant. Evie just avoided her friends
and family until the baby was born. Then they told everyone that
they had pulled a Brangelina and adopted a poor black kid. Evie
told her family the baby was a Katrina orphan.

Leroy's marriage broke up when his wife followed him to Kim and
Melissa's apartment one day. Leroy didn't miss his wife, but his
kids quit talking to him. He moved in with the two white women,
but couldn't take the crying babies and got his own place.

Deon had a stroke while fucking Melissa. She nearly smothered
before Kim and Leroy ran in from the next room and rolled Deon
off her. He partially recovered, but was never well enough to
visit the girls again.

Evie had an effect on Donnie too. He continued to watch Fox and
listen to Rush on the radio. When the next election rolled
around, he voted straight Republican. Soon after, Donnie was
busted selling ecstasy and spent a year in prison. In prison,
Donnie's oversized cellmate introduced Donnie's ass to his own
special "Fireplug."

THE END