Xavier Takes A Wife 
An E&I Acres Story 
copyright 2000 by Stormbringer


May 2001

"Aaaaah," screamed Trisha covering herself  from the giant black
guy standing over her.

"Sorry to startle you ma'am," said the black man. He had a funny
accent, vaguely Australian. "I'm here to clean your pool."

Trisha quickly stood up and wrapped a towel around her body. She
had taken advantage of the first warm day of spring to put on her
tiniest string bikini and start on her tan. She could feel her
face flush from the embarrassment of having a stranger- a black
stranger- see more of her body then her husband had in five years
of marriage. She was shy and they always made love with the
lights off.

At least they used to make love. Steven hadn't had an erection in
two months. She assumed he was under a lot of stress at work what
with the stock market doing so poorly and all. To make matters
worse, she was practically climbing the walls from horniness and
unfortunately her constant state of arousal seemed to coincide
with her husbands impotence.

"Names Xavier," said the black man. "Your husband hired me to get
your pool ready for the summer and to service it once a week."

"I'm Trisha," she said vaguely remembering her husband mentioning
this fact to her. Two months ago they had gotten a pamphlet in
the mail from a company offering to do odd jobs such as lawn and
pool care, painting, etc. The workers were all black which was
rare in the all white town of Stony Harbor. They must be doing
pretty good for themselves too, because she had seen the blacks
working on half the yards in the development. "I'll just go
inside till you're done."

"Don't leave on my account," said Xavier.

His eyes flickering down over her towel covered body like she was
still half-naked. Trisha shivered and felt her heart rate
increase. "I'll be inside. Come in when you're done and I will
pay you." She picked up an empty margarita glass from beside her
chair.

"Sure," said Xavier. "It's going to take me a couple hours to
clean the leaves out and fill it."

"Take your time," she said leaving him out by the pool. Trisha
was a little miffed at having her tanning time spoiled, but there
would be other days. She spent the rest of the afternoon taking
care of some housework and peeking out at Xavier every now and
then. When she had first seen him, he had been wearing a rugby
shirt, but as the day wore on, he took it off revealing a chest
that literally rippled with muscles.

A few hours later, Trisha sat down by the computer and logged on
to mydiary.com. She was typing in her password, Scooby after a
family pet, when she noticed a shadow fall over the computer
screen. She jumped again.

"Sorry I keep scaring you," said Xavier, "but you said to come in
when I was finished."

"That's alright," she said, getting up to get her check book.

"I"'ll be back later to turn off the water," he said after she
paid him "It takes a long time to fill a pool as big as yours."

"Thanks,' she answered watching him leave. She had a few hours
until Steven got home so she sat down and typed in her journal
for the day.

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

"God damn do I want to fuck that bitch," mumbled Xavier as he
stroked his cock. "She looks just like fucking Angela Jolie right
down to those thick, dick sucking lips.

He hated wasting his sperm masturbating, but since seeing Trisha
out in her little string bikini he had been walking around with a
painful erection. Not an easy thing either when you have a
fourteen inch dick. Since becoming "enhanced" his dick seemed
like it was always hard.

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

Months earlier Xavier had been kicking another teams ass at rugby
in Central Park when he met Solomon King. King was a massive
black man that seemed to radiate authority and power.

"You're an excellent athlete," said Solomon. "I'm impressed with
your leadership skills."

"Thank you, sir," said Xavier.

"I can always use one such as you in my organization," King said.
"Are you looking for work?"

"I am available, sir."

"Excellent," said King. "When you finish here, come by my
apartment. It's the top floor of that building."

Xavier's eyes widened when he followed Solomon's pointing finger
towards the large building on the edge of central park. This man
had money.

Later, after a grossly fat black man let him into Solomon's
apartment. Xavier sat down on a couch and a few minutes later
Solomon came out in a robe. Xavier had a brief thought that
Solomon might be gay. "What would working for you entail?" he
asked.

"Fucking white women, breaking up marriages, and planting as many
black babies in white bellies as you can," said Solomon.

"You've got to be fucking kidding?"

Solomon stood up and removed his robe. His physique was awesome.
He was bigger then Xavier and Xavier was in peek condition. Most
impressive of all was the fat, foot long cock sticking out from
Solomon's crotch. Xavier was a natural born leader, but every
instinct told him that Solomon King was his better.

"Would you like a cock like this?" asked Solomon.

Xavier couldn't take his eyes off the hard twelve inches of black
meat. It was so big, it seemed to defy gravity. "Put it away,"
said Xavier feeling sweat break out on his forehead.

Solomon pulled his robe back on. "I'm offering you virtual
immortality. You'll heal faster, stay young forever, be stronger,
faster, and best of all your cock and balls will grow so big your
orgasms will feel ten times better then they do now."

"Is this true?" asked Xavier looking at the fat black man
guarding the door.

Bull didn't say a word. He just reached in his sweat pants and
pulled out a cock as big as a forearm.

"It's called the Xserum," said Solomon. "White men kidnapped and
injected us with the serum. Unfortunately for Bull there, his
dose wasn't quite right. Where are you from?"

"New Zealand," said Xavier trying to take all this in. Solomon
seemed a little insane, and an abnormally large foot long cock
was possible, but Bull's on the other hand was half again as big.

"What's a black man doing in New Zealand?"

"My mother's a black South African and my dad's a Maori
tribesman."

"Are they not both oppressed peoples?" asked Solomon. "Would you
not like to get revenge? The best way I know to get back at white
society is to fuck with their women. What do you have to lose?"

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

Xavier smiled as he remembered all this on his way back to New
York City, a long drive from Long Island. His dream was to return
home and give the Xserum to the Maori. Then they would take back
their land. For now he would concentrate on taking over Stony
Harbor.

He was leader of the team seducing the women of Stony Harbor.
Solomon had a thing for enhancing ex-cons so he had a need for
educated black men to lead them. The blacks had all scouted out
the homes looking for the hottest women to seduce. When Xavier
first saw the Angela Jolie looking bitch, he knew she would be
his first conquest

He arrived at his apartment late and immediately turned on his
computer. Xavier went to mydiary.com. It was an online diary site
some open to the public, but most protected by passwords. He
typed in Trisha's email address and then the password he had
watched her enter on her computer.

And there it was, a doorway into her mind. All her fantasies,
thoughts and dreams open for Xavier to read.

He skimmed through her past entries trying to get a feel for her
personality. She hadn't been keeping this diary for too long, but
what she had written revealed a lot about herself. Trisha was
shy, conservative, and had just turned thirty. She had celebrated
her sixth wedding anniversary three months ago and apparently
that was the last time she had sex with her husband. The entries
since seemed to indicate a growing sexual frustration.

'Thanks to the Xcite,' thought Xavier. They had drugged the
developments water supply with Xcite, sometimes jokingly referred
to as Anti-Viagra. As long as the residents drank and continued
to drink the water, the men would be impotent and the women would
be in a constant state of arousal.

Xavier read today's diary entry. It read:

<My new pool boy caught me in my string bikini today. I've never
been so embarrassed in my life. He's black, which is a shame
because I saw him with his shirt off. It's too bad he has those
ugly African features because his physique was truly impressive.>

Xavier snorted. Ugly African features indeed. Most women found
him attractive even before taking the Xserum. He smirked and
altered her entry to read: <...was truly impressive as was the
bulge in his pants.>

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

'I don't remember writing that,' thought Trisha the next day. She
hadn't looked at his bulge. The mere thought was disgusting.
Besides, men only bulged in trashy romance novels. Her husband
never had a bulge in his pants. She must have made her margaritas
a little too strong yesterday. She corrected the typo.

Trisha changed into her bikini and made another margarita.
Hopefully, today she would be able to relax and work on her tan
without interruptions.

The margarita and the suns rays had practically put her to sleep
when she heard someone clear their throat. She opened her eyes to
see Xavier grinning down at her.

"Just here to check on the chlorine ma'am," he said openly
staring at her full breasts barely covered by her bikini.

Trisha quickly covered up and sighed. "I'll be inside."

"I can work around you."

"No, I'll leave you alone," she said. He was wearing a tank top
today that showed off his impressive muscular arms and tight
shorts that showed off his huge bulge. Trisha felt her whole body
flush when she realized she had just looked at his crotch. She
turned and quickly walked into her house hoping he hadn't
noticed.

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

<My pool boy caught me in my bikini again. I wish he would come
when I'm not laying out. He seems to be a hard worker for a black
guy. It's so hard to get good help these days.>

Xavier erased the last sentence and wrote: It's good to get hard
help these days.

<I accidentally glanced at his bulge. It was huge like his penis
was really big. His shorts were tight, but they must have been
tented out or something. Still, it made me wonder if there were
bigger penises then my husband's. I can't imagine they get any
bigger. Steven is about five inches long when erect.

If I ever see it erect again. Steven hasn't touched me in months
and last night when I tried to initiate sex his penis was as limp
as a wet noodle. It must be stress. It's not a good time to be a
stockbroker.>

A week later, Trisha put her long brown hair up in a pony tail
and stripped before the mirror. She had a slim build with nice
sized conical breasts. They pointed up proudly with no sag yet.
Each breast was topped by a long, fat rose colored nipple. Her
constant state of arousal had her nipples hard all the time
embarrassing the hell out of her. They were visible through
almost anything she wore except a sweatshirt. She had a firm,
flat stomach and a trim bush. There was hardly any fat on her
body except in her ass. Her ass was perfectly round. She thought
it was too plump, but men seemed to like it. They always checked
her out when she walked by wearing jeans.

Trisha looked at the faint tan lines forming on her skin. By the
end of the summer she would be a golden dark tan. Now she was
still her winter white. She was a little behind. Trisha threw on
her bikini and went downstairs.

She filled a pitcher up with water and mixed some iced tea in.
She had given up on the margaritas for a while. She kept making
strange typos on her online diary. A few minutes later she was
laying out by the pool.

It was an unusually hot day for the time of year. The hot sun
beat down on her and Trisha got up off her cot and jumped in the
pool. She sighed as the water cooled her off and she swam a few
strokes before climbing back out.

She had just settled down on the cot when Xavier said, "Good
morning Mrs. Foley."

Trisha opened her eyes with a start. They locked with his for a
second before he broke contact and looked down at her body. She
shivered and for some reason let him look for a couple seconds.
She reached for her towel only to find to her horror, she hadn't
brought one out. Trisha stood up to run inside. The black guy
wasn't wearing a shirt today and she found herself staring right
at his glistening muscular chest. He towered over her. He seemed
to exude masculinity. She looked down his chest. He was wearing
the same tight shorts. This time the bulge was so big, she could
make out a thick, penis-shaped outline down his right leg.
Already it was around eight inches long and it was getting
bigger. Another inch and it would be poking out his shorts.

"Don't go ma'am," he said as she turned. "A women as sexy as you
should like showing off her body."

"That wasn't appropriate," she said turning back to him. He was
still ogling her body. Trisha looked down and gasped. Her bikini
was still wet and completely see-thru. She could see her pubic
hair under the thin material. She could even make out the color
of her nipples which were painfully rubbing against the bikini
they were so hard.

Two unbelievable things happened at once. First, when she
realized he could see everything her vagina started gushing. Just
as she felt her vagina grow wet, the head of his penis poked out
of his shorts. It was huge, bigger then a golf ball, bigger then
her husband's scrotum, probably half as big as her fist.

Realizing the situation was out of hand, she turned and rapidly
walked to her house. She could feel his eyes boring into her ass
the whole way.

Trisha was too embarrassed to face him again. She left his pay in
an envelope taped to the door and locked the door.

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

<I'm going crazy. My black pool man saw me for all intense
purposes completely nude. I don't understand why, but I became
aroused standing before him. Thank god my bikini was still wet or
he surely would have noticed. He said that I should like showing
off my body. I don't.

He became aroused too. The bulge in his pants is from his penis.
A penis that must be over a foot long when erect. My need for sex
is so bad that I found myself staring at a really big black man's
penis. I'm so horny, I seriously considered touching myself in a
sinful way. If Steven can't perform soon, I don't know what I'll
do!.>

Xavier read all this grinning. This message was a gold mine. He
bent down and got to work changing it.

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

<I'm going crazy. My black pool man saw me for all intense
purposes completely nude. I understand why, I became aroused
standing before him. Thank god my bikini was still wet or he
surely would have noticed. He said that I like showing off my
body. I do.

He became aroused too. The bulge in his pants is a cock. A cock
that must be over a foot long when hard. My need for sex is so
bad that I found myself staring at a real man's black cock. I'm
so horny, I seriously considered touching myself in a sinful way.
If Steven can't perform soon, I know what I'll do.>

Trisha squinted and read it again. She couldn't believe she had
written this. It was so full of typo's her keyboard must be
having problems. That explained some of it. The other problem was
she had used words she had never used in her life. She would
never call a man's penis a cock. She must have subconsciously
picked it up from a trashy romance novel. Foul language wasn't in
her vocabulary.

Trisha didn't know what was going on. She couldn't get the black
man out of her head. Every time she closed her eyes she could see
the image of his chest or his obscenely big cock head- penis head
she corrected- poking out of his shorts. Trisha bent her head
down and began to cry, she was so frustrated.

The following week, Trisha didn't want to face Xavier again. She
stuffed his pay into an envelope and taped it to her door along
with a note explaining that she would be gone all day. She locked
her doors, kept the lights out, and retired to her room with one
of Lacy Lovelorn romance novels. The romance writer lived in
Stony Harbor and her books were popular amongst the locals.

By late afternoon, Trisha was pissed. She was halfway done the
book and Xavier hadn't even showed up. It happened to be a
perfect day for tanning. If he wasn't coming, she could probably
squeeze in an hour down by the pool.

Trisha had just put her bikini on, when she heard his truck pull
up out front. She cursed and peered out the upstairs window.
Xavier walked around to the pool with his equipment. She watched
him walk over to the door and retrieve the envelope. He was
reading her note as he walked back to the pool. Xavier turned and
looked back at the house. She jumped back, letting the curtain
fall when his eyes reached her window. It was almost as if he
knew she was in the house, which was ridiculous. The only one who
knew was her diary and herself.

She watched Xavier walk over to the pool. He stopped and pulled
off his shirt, tossing it aside. He was wearing another pair of
tight little shorts. Even from here she could make out his bulge.
He ran the net through the pool, collecting the leaves floating
in it and when he finished, tested the chlorine level.

He finished and looked at the house again. The next thing shocked
the hell out of her. Xavier reached down and pulled his shorts
off. Trisha gasped in awe at the huge black salami dangling
between his legs. She thanked god that the houses were angled in
such a way, none of her neighbors could see the pool. He turned
around and dived in, swimming to the other side.

Trisha watched the sun reflect off his wet back, his muscles
flexing with each stroke of his powerful arms. His ass was firm
and hard. She didn't want to leave her perch, but she was filled
with an overwhelming desire to see his big cock again.

Trisha ran out of her bedroom and down the stairs, skipping two
at a time. She positioned herself behind the curtain of the
screen door facing the pool. He was floating on his back and the
angle was so bad, she couldn't see anything.

Xavier swam over to edge of the pool facing the door and climbed
out right before her eyes. He looked like a black god emerging
from the water, light reflected off his large torso, and his
muscles flexed as he lifted himself out.

He stood naked facing the door. His magnificent cock was
partially erect despite the cold pool. It was plump and angled
down. It was at least a foot long and seemed to jump with each
beat of his heart. He stood like that for a minute, letting the
water drip down his body before turning and walking out of sight
behind the pool.

Trisha seemed to come out of a trance as soon as he was out of
sight. She was breathing heavy, her nipples were painfully erect,
and her bikini bottoms were soaked. She waited a moment wondering
what he was doing. When he didn't return after a couple minutes,
she cracked the door open and stuck her head out.

She could here their pool shower running. It was primarily there
for when they came back from the beach, but since Steven was too
busy and she didn't like showing off her body, they rarely used
it. The thought of glimpsing him in the shower was too much to
pass up.

Trisha tried to compose herself, but she could feel her legs
shaking as she walked out to the pool. She gulped and walked
around the corner.

Xavier was under the shower soaping around his now fully erect
cock. The monster appeared to be fourteen inches long and as
thick as her wrist. It curved upwards so that the big bulbous
head was pointing right at her face. Trisha gasped loudly, her
legs turned weak and she fell to her knees.

"Mrs. Foley are you alright," said Xavier running over to her.

She watched his big cock bob as it approached her face closer and
closer until it was inches from her mouth. It looked even bigger
close up. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her, his cock poked
at her mouth and then slid along her cheeks.

"Oops sorry," he said. "The big thing is always getting in the
way." He apologized but he only pulled it back so that it was
pointing at her open mouth. "Your note said you weren't home."

Trisha was staring straight down his soapy cock.  She reared back
away from his cock and stood up still staring at it. She turned
around quickly walking back towards the pool. He followed. "I
didn't give you permission to use our pool," she said.

"How did you know I used the pool if you weren't home," Xavier
said smiling at her.

"Um..uh.. your clothes are by the pool," she replied.

"My apologies. It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," said Trisha still staring at his cock. It
was still bobbing, hard as steel. The thing hadn't shrunken at
all.

"Do you want me....," said Xavier.

"W-what," she replied breaking contact with his crotch and
looking at his face.

"Do you want me to get dressed now?"

NO. "Yes please," she said once again heading for the safety of
her house.

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

Xavier's cock stayed hard for three hours. He had vowed not to
touch it until he had nailed the bitch. His balls were constantly
aching they were so full of sperm. It took a lot of will power
not to touch his cock. Like all enhanced men, he was addicted to
cumming. Imagine shooting up with heroin, smoking three packs of
cigarettes every day and then quitting for three weeks. He felt
worse then that.

He couldn't wait to drown the bitch in his sperm. Xavier had to
admit one thing, he was starting to respect her. Trisha Foley's
will power was amazing. When erect, his cock gave off sexual
pheromones that few women could resist. When his cock was right
next to her face, she should of immediately started sucking him
off. He knew from her diary that the Xcite was working. He
stopped and sniffed the air and then his hands.

"Shit," he cried bashing his fist against the steering wheel of
his truck. He smelled of soap. The soap had covered up the smell
of his pheromones.

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

<Every nerve in my body screamed for me to suck on that big black
cock. Xavier was like a god standing over me with his cock
pointed at my mouth. The sheer force of his masculinity almost
overwhelmed me to the point where I put his cock in my mouth.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm using words I've never
used before and writing things I don't remember writing. I would
never suck on a man's cock.>

She quit typing and climbed into bed next to her sleeping
husband. She always slept in sweat clothes while Steven slept
naked. Trisha lifted the covers and peeked at her husband's
little penis. It was still tiny and shrunken up into his balls.
It hadn't stirred in months. She still called it a penis. It
didn't deserve to be called a cock. Xavier had a cock.

Trisha woke up in the middle of the night. She was breathing
heavy and her heart was racing from the dream.

Her hand was under the waist band of her sweat pants almost
before she even realized what she was doing. It's a sin, but what
if Steven's penis is like this forever.

Her fingers found their way between her soaked thighs. She ran
them up her slit and pushed them into her vagina. Trisha had
never done this before, but she knew what felt good. After a few
minutes she shuddered as the first orgasm in her life exploded
from her womb.

As soon as Steven left the next morning her hand was between her
legs again and she fingered herself to another orgasm. After
cleaning herself up, she went downstairs and connected to the
internet.

She had left off with:

<I would never suck on a man's cock though I've always wanted to
try.>

Trisha sighed and began typing.

<I believe my subconscious mind has been slowly revealing the
truth to me. I'm typing out my desires without realizing it. I
never wanted to try sucking on a cock before, because I had never
seen a cock. My husband's penis is a joke compared to Xavier's.
My only recourse is to avoid the black man from now on. I'm going
to ask Steven to fire him. I fear I'm becoming infatuated with
him. I even dreamed of him last night.

I dreamed that we were by the pool. I was in my bikini and he was
naked. He leaned down and kissed me as he slowly removed my
bikini until I was naked. He pushed me down to my knees and shook
his big cock in front of my face. I refused to suck on it, but I
kissed the big head. He said, he understood and lifted me to my
feet sitting me gently on the cot. He spread my legs and inserted
his penis into my vagina. Xavier said, he was going to make love
to me for hours. Then I awoke.

I was so horny when I woke up that I played with myself. I had
the first orgasm of my life. It felt incredible. I think I'm
hooked now. How can something that feels so good be wrong?">

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

Xavier retyped it.

<I dreamed that we were by the pool. I was in my bikini and he
was naked. He leaned down and kissed me as he ripped off my
bikini until I was naked. He pushed me down to my knees and shook
his big cock in front of my face. I suck on it I kiss the big
head. He lifted me to my feet throwing me on the cot. He spread
my legs and inserted his cock into my pussy. Xavier said, he was
going to fuck me for hours. Then I awoke.>

Days later he read.

<My husband said Xavier was contractually obligated to service
out pool once more and that he would be here on Tuesday. I'm not
coming anywhere near my house that day. I don't trust myself
around him anymore. I want to fuck him. I want to suck him. I
want to know what it feels like to have that big black cock
stuffed in my pussy..>

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

Trisha got up early Wednesday morning and masturbated to images
of Xavier in her outdoor shower. She came harder when she thought
of her black pool guy.

Trisha took up her usual spot on the cot by the pool and relaxed.
Xavier's last day had been yesterday. She had taped an envelope
with his money on the door with a note explaining that she would
be gone all day. She had gone shopping in the city, but found she
had trouble concentrating. She found herself checking out the
bulge of every black guy that passed her on the street and
comparing them to Xavier. The day had been a complete bust, the
only thing she had bought was a new bikini that left her ass
exposed and barely covered her nipples.

Trisha was wearing her new bikini now. She was happy that things
were back to normal now, though she found herself longing to show
off her body to someone. Xavier would like her new bikini.

Thinking of Xavier had her pussy gushing. She needed to cool off.
Trisha stood up and jumped in the pool. She swam a few laps
before getting out and laying on the cot again.

She looked down at her body. Jesus, it was like she was nude. The
new bikini was white and completely see-thru, even worse then her
old bikini. The cool water had done nothing to cure the fires in
her pussy. Her hand automatically slipped under her bikini
bottoms, across her pubic hair, her fingers finding their way
into her pussy.

Trisha was masturbating two or three times a day now and was
hooked. She had become quite expert at it and was soon writhing
on the cot with her eyes closed, an orgasm fast approaching.

A shadow fell across the cot and Trisha opened her eyes. Xavier
stood over her grinning. She gasped and yanked her hand out of
her panties, whimpering as the orgasm faded.

Xavier stood over her completely nude expect for his tight
shorts. The ever present bulge was expanding outward as his cock
grew from her little performance.

His hardening cock was too close to her face so she stood before
him. His chest glistened with sweat. It wasn't an unpleasant
smell, he smelled masculine.

"I came by to ask why you fired me, Mrs. Foley."

The look he was giving her was predatory. It made her feel weak
and helpless. "I no longer require your services, Xavier," she
said, her lips quivering as she spoke.

Before she could react, his hand lashed out and grabbed her
bikini bottoms. "I think you require servicing bitch," he said as
his hand ripped her bikini bottoms off.

The thin g-string pushed tightly between her ass cheeks, forcing
her into Xavier's body before the string broke. He reached down
and squeezed her ass cheeks before grabbing her bikini top and
ripping it off too.

Trisha pushed herself away from him. She stood before Xavier
completely nude. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was
soaked. Things were happening just like in her dream.

Xavier's strong hands rested on her shoulders and pushed down.
She resisted at first but fell to her knees as he increased the
pressure on her shoulders.

"Take my cock out, bitch," said Xavier.

"I can't," she replied, though her tongue ran across her lips.

"You know you want to see it again Mrs. Foley."

Trisha nodded, her hands shaking as she reached up for the
waistband. His cock pushed the waistband out helping her grab his
shorts and she quickly pulled them down. His cock fell out like a
giant sequoia crashing in the forest.

"You can touch it if you'd like. Don't worry no one will ever
know."

"J-just touch it?" she stuttered out and he nodded down at her.

No harm in touching it, she thought. She reached out and caressed
it lovingly then grabbing it in one hand. His cock was as hard as
steel, completely unbendable. The head was like a hard rubber
ball, you could hammer in a nail with his cock. His balls were
gigantic, the size of oranges, hanging low in his sack. She
hefted them thinking they must weigh a pound each.

"Compare it to your husband's," said Xavier. "How big is Mr.
Foley when he's hard?"

"I can't remember," she replied.

"Why don't you bring your head a little closer," said Xavier.

She did. The air around his cock seemed thick and she took a deep
breath through her nose. She could feel his need to cum. Xavier
was wrong, she didn't need servicing, he did and she would serve
him.

"Why don't you give it a little kiss?" asked Xavier.

"I shouldn't," she said leaning down and kissing it.

Trisha didn't stop kissing it. She kissed all around the head and
then down the side until her nose was buried in his crotch. She
took a big whiff of his manly odor. She needed to cum as bad as
he did..

Trisha lifted his cock and kissed around Xavier's balls. Her
kisses turned to little licks and then big ones as she licked up
his huge rod. She reached the tip again and licked round the
flared ridge of Xavier's cock head. Her tongue circled his cock
in ever decreasing circles until she was just licking the
pee-slit. She moved down and kissed the pee-slit, her lips
parted, opening wide, spreading around his cock head until the
whole head was in her mouth.

It felt right and natural sucking Xavier's cock. There was
something primal about kneeling before a strong, masculine man,
and showing your subservience with a blow job. Trisha hoped he
was pleased with her as she swallowed about five inches.

"You really suck at this Mrs. Foley," said Xavier sneering down
at her. "A teenager could do better then you."

Trisha couldn't understand why his comment hurt her so much. She
redoubled her efforts. Trisha stretched her jaw as wide as she
could and pushed down. His cock pushed deep into her throat. She
closed her eyes suppressing the gag reflex as she swallowed more.

"Damn bitch," said Xavier. "You're the worst cocksucker ever. If
you can't suck my cock all proper, I'm going to have to fuck your
face. Angle your head down so that your mouth is lined up with
your throat."

Trisha's eyes were tear filled as she opened them. She was amazed
to see five inches of cock still sticking out of her mouth. She
angled her head down and Xavier began sliding his cock in and
out. He grabbed the sides of her head and began thrusting his
hips, his cock sliding deeper into her throat.

Trisha clamped her lips down tightly around his thrusting cock
and was rewarded with a groan from Xavier. His groan of enjoyment
perked her up and she began thrusting her head forward with each
thrust of his cock.

Xavier's cock started swelling after about fifteen minutes of
face fucking. It grew so big she feared it would wedge in her
throat and she would choke to death. Afterwards, Trisha swore she
could feel his pee-slit opening wide.

Sperm exploded from his cock in a wad so big, it was more then
her husband had ever ejaculated during their entire marriage. The
amount of sperm caught her off guard as did the loud bellow that
erupted from Xavier's throat as he came.

He blew several more wads as big as the first, his sperm
completely filling her belly. His cock was still jerking and
pumping as he slid it out until only the head was in her mouth.
The head kept exploding filing her mouth with sperm so quickly,
it trickled down her chin before she could swallow.

Xavier pulled his cock out and aimed it at her face baptizing her
with his sperm.

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

"Stick your tongue out," said Xavier.

The woman obeyed and he jerked the remaining sperm out of his
cock and onto her tongue.

"I was hoping you would be good at this Mrs. Foley. I'm going to
have to find some other bitch to suck my cock," Xavier lied. This
had been the best load he ever blew. Even he couldn't believe the
amount of sperm he had cum. Her belly bulged out a little it was
so full. Three weeks was a long time. It had been worth it, but
he doubted if he would ever be able to do it again. Even now, he
was ready to cum again.

"Please, said Trisha looking down at the cement, "give me another
chance. Come back next week and I promise I'll do better." She
sobbed.

The bitch was actually crying. "Next week, fuck that. I'll let
you try again later today. Now I'm going to fuck that married
pussy of yours." Xavier grinned as the woman looked up and saw
that his cock was still hard. "How can this be?" she mumbled.

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

Even before Steven started having erectile problems, he had never
gotten hard more then once a day, let alone within a few minutes
of cumming.

Xavier grabbed her under the arms and set her down on the cot
pushing her back. He grabbed her ankles and squatted between her
legs. Xavier ran his big cock between her legs while holding her
legs spread wide. Even her husband had never seen her this
exposed.

Trisha had never been this confused. She hadn't wanted to go this
far, but her body was responding to him. Her pussy was soaked and
it felt like it was opening up in anticipation. Her mind was
responding to him now. She wanted to be fucked by that giant
cock. Everything was happening just like in her dream.

Xavier rested the head of his cock against her pussy and let go
of one of her right leg long enough to push down. Her pussy lips
stretched wide for his head, closing around it. He let go and
began slowly thrusting his hips. Xavier's cock worked it's way in
further with each thrust. She moaned as the head entered new
territory, deeper then her husband ever had and it still wasn't
even half his cock.

"You're so tight," growled Xavier. "Ain't you never been fucked
before?"

"N-not like this," moaned Trisha. His cock had passed the halfway
mark and met resistance at eight inches.

"Well I'll just have to show you how a real man fucks," he said.

Xavier began fucking her hard with eight inches. Each time he
pulled it out the hard ridge on his cock head scraped against her
clit. Each time he thrust it in again it penetrated a little
deeper.

Xavier fucked like an animal and Trisha's body responded to it.
Her hips were rising to meet each thrust, her pussy squeezing his
cock tightly, reluctant to let it go. The cot was jumping so
much, she felt it would collapse.

At ten inches, her body was wracked by an explosive orgasm. It
was ten times better then anything her finger had given her. Her
scream of pleasure echoed back from the neighbors yard. Trisha
was beyond caring if anyone heard her, his cock had opened a
floodgate and more orgasms exploded from her body.

Xavier had managed to get a foot inside her before he came.
Trisha knew he was close. His cock had been swollen for the last
five minutes, but he had never slowed his pace a bit. His cock
leaped in her pussy and a large wad of sperm struck the walls of
her womb. It triggered her to have the largest orgasm yet. This
one completely overwhelmed her and she collapsed against the cot.

Xavier pumped wad after wad of sperm into her pussy before
pulling it out and shooting several strands across her breasts
and belly. She stared fascinated as he rested the huge black
snake on her belly, sperm still oozing from the tip in amounts
larger then her husband had cum in six years of marriage.

"You like getting fucked by a real man?" he asked.

Trisha looked up from his cock and stared at his face. "Lets just
say you've been re-hired."

Xavier walked around to the side of the cot and effortlessly
lifted her into his arms. "Clean yourself up. I want to fuck you
some more in your Hubby's bed."

Trisha found herself flying through the air, landing in the
center of the pool with a big splash. She spluttered as she broke
the surface of the water and stared at him angrily. Xavier had
sat down on the edge of the pool, his thick cock dangling down
all the way to the water.

She looked down at her body and was shocked to see all the sperm
congealing on her belly and breasts. She could feel even more on
her chin and between her legs.

Trisha swam over to the shallow end and stood up letting the
water drip down her body as she tried to clean his sperm off her
body. She glanced over at Xavier. He was staring at her intently
as she ran her hands over her wet body. His cock was thickening
up again until the tip was rising out of the water.

Trisha swam over to him and kneeled in the water between his
legs. She grabbed his cock in her hands and began stroking it
back to full erection. "I love this cock," she mumbled. "I want
to take it all." She bent down and took the head in her mouth
again.

"You'll learn to take it all," he said. "Now lets move inside. I
want to fuck that hot ass of yours."

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

Two days later, her ass still throbbed, but she had enjoyed it
and wished Xavier was here now to fuck her again. He had
satisfied her like no other man could, yet she was still horny.

Trisha had just gotten out of bed and showered for the day when
the doorbell rang. She threw on her sweat clothes and ran
downstairs. She opened the door and found herself looking into
the chests of two large black men. A truck with two riding mowers
hitched to the back was parked in her driveway.

"I'm sorry," she said. "We already have a lawn service." The
truck had E&I lawn care written on the side.

"We're here to trim your bush," said the one pushing past her
into the living room. "We're friends of Xavier's. I'm Mustafa,
that's Rashidi.

"I don't understand," said Trisha looking at the two men. Their
bodies we're equally as impressive as Xavier's as we're the
bulges in their jeans. "What can I do for you?"

Mustafa pulled of his shirt saying, "We want a little of what
Xavier got."

Trisha was shocked. They both wanted sex. Mustafa was a big ugly
negro over six and a half feet tall. Rashidi was almost as big,
handsomer, and had dark black skin. "I'm not a slut," she said.

The two men laughed. Mustafa undid his jeans and a thick,
semi-erect foot long cock plopped out as he pulled them down.
Rashidi had been carrying a large tool bag. He set it down on her
light stand, his jeans swiftly followed, another monster cock
revealing itself.

Trisha's tongue licked her lips at the sight of those two
beautiful cocks and her mouth started watering.

"Shit bitch," said Rashidi. "You do look just like Angela Jolie."

"Who's that?" she asked, thinking that giving them both blow jobs
wouldn't make her a slut.

"It don't matter," growled Mustafa. "Take that top off bitch. I
want to see them titties."

Mustafa's big nose was flaring and he scared her. "Better do what
he says," whispered Rashidi in her ear.

Trisha gulped and pulled off her sweatshirt. She stood topless
before the two strange black men wearing only her sweat pants.
Her nipples immediately turned erect, embarrassing her.

"You is one sexy bitch," said Mustafa.

"Listen," she said, "why don't I suck you guys off and then you
can go on your way."

"Me first," growled Mustafa. He seated himself in Steven's
recliner and spread his legs. "Let's see if your as great a
cocksucker as Xavier said you was."

Trisha beamed at the compliment. She didn't care for Mustafa. He
looked and talked like he was just off the street. He also looked
like he was barely eighteen, though his large torso and giant
cock made him seem older. She vowed to live up to his
expectations. The fact that Xavier had bragged to these men on
her oral skills made her deliriously happy. "Alright, but the
pants stay on."

Trisha kneeled between his legs and wrapped her fingers around
his cock. It was half as thick as a beer bottle and dark black
except for the head, which was lighter colored. It had a leftward
slant. She kissed the head to show her respect for it and then
began licking around the pee-slit.

Trisha loved sucking cock. Black men were obviously dominant and
used to being obeyed. Sucking them off made her feel like she had
at least a little power over them. For some reason she couldn't
understand, pleasing them made her happy.

Trisha took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around it
before pushing the head into her throat. She had spent the two
days after her encounter with Xavier, practicing holding her
breath, breathing through her nose, and suppressing her gag
reflex. She hoped to be able to swallow all fourteen inches by
the time he next came around. Mustafa's now nearly thirteen inch
and Rashidi's foot long cock would be perfect practice.
It took her a while, but Trisha managed to swallow the whole
thing. The long cock slid deeper and deeper into her throat until
her nose buried itself in his pubic hair. He rested his hands on
her shoulders, pushing up and pulling forward to guide her pace.

Mustafa moved his hands down her back, leaning forward and
reaching under her to play with her nipples. After a while he
returned his hands to her back and slid them down, under the
waistband of her sweatpants.

His hands slid under her pants and carressed her ass, squeezing
each cheek. With a deft flick of his hands, Mustafa pushed her
sweatpants down to her knees exposing her ass.

Trisha had wanted to keep her pants on, primarily because she
didn't trust her own body anymore. She was about to protest, but
Mustafa held the back of her head so that his cock was stuffed in
her mouth. At the same time she felt another cock head sliding
along her slit. She realized it must be Rashidi. Her pussy opened
for him as eagerly as it had Xavier's. She moaned around
Mustafa's cock as Rashidi buried his in her pussy. She wasn't
about to stop him now.

Trisha fucked the two men for hours losing all track of time. She
had just lowered herself over Mustafa's cock and Rashidi was
pushing his Vaseline covered cock into her ass. Soon she was
stuffed full of two feet of black cock and it felt wonderful to
be double penetrated. They both fucked her for a few minutes and
then she heard a loud thump. It was her husband's briefcase
hitting the floor as he caught his wife fucking two black men on
his living room floor.

Poor Steven, his face turned bright red with anger and he started
shaking as she stared her husband in the eyes. He ran for the
kitchen. Rashidi pulled out of her ass and Mustafa threw her off
him as the two black men ran after her husband.

"What you doin whitey?" she heard Mustafa say.

"I'm calling the police."

Trisha heard the receiver slam down and then her husband grunted.
She heard him exhale sharply and he crashed to the floor.

"She begged us to fuck her. Said she wasn't getting any from her
limp dicked old man," yelled Mustafa. "Now get the fuck outta
here."

Steven ran out the door clutching his stomach. He looked scared
to death. Trisha was crying. She ran up the stairs and locked
herself in the bedroom. She buried her head in the pillow on the
bed. Mustafa came up the stairs and banged on the door for about
fifteen minutes saying that he wasn't done with her yet. Even
after getting caught, a part of her-a large part- wanted to open
the door and let him in to fuck her some more. Thankfully he gave
up and the two black men soon drove off.

Trisha cried until eventually, she fell asleep. She awoke around
midnight to the sound of the TV downstairs blaring. 'Stevens come
home,' she thought. She must face him and beg him to forgive her.
Trisha finally got up and threw a robe on. She walked downstairs
and was shocked to see Xavier sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed. He didn't
answer, but he turned to snicker at her. "You destroyed my life."

"No," he replied. "I've given you a new life. What is it you're
afraid of?"

"I'm scared I'll lose the house. I'll be homeless. I've never had
a job. My life is ruined if Steven divorces me."

"Don't worry I have a friend whose the best black lawyer in New
York. He'll play down the race factor and say you only did it
because your husband cant perform his husbandly duties."

"I can't afford a lawyer."

"He'll do it pro-boner so to speak," said Xavier.

Trisha noticed Xavier had brought a couple suitcases with him.

"My friends and I will be living here now. Your house is a lot
closer to work."

"Do I have any say in the matter?" she asked.

"Not unless you want your husband to get his hands on this," said
Xavier pressing play on the vcr remote.

The tv screen was filed with the image of her fucking Rashidi and
Mustafa. Trisha remembered the tool bag Rashidi had set down.
There must have been a hidden camera in it.

"Wimpy old Steven would get everything if his lawyer ever got his
hands on this tape. Your job is to serve our needs, cooking,
cleaning, sucking, fucking. Your mind and body belong to us now.
Now come suck my cock."

Trisha's body responded the minute he unzipped and his fourteen
inch cock came into view. Oh well, at least being a virtual slave
had it's benefits. Trisha walked over to him determined to take
it all this time.

THE END

Author's note: Earlier versions of this story mention Trisha as
looking like Angelina Jolie. At some point later on, I decided
that I wouldn't use real names or people, but instead, obvious
parody characters.

This idea probably came from a movie called, Thief Of Hearts, in
which a house thief steals a woman's diaries and becomes obsessed
with her. He uses the information in her diaries to seduce her.

Xavier is a real man who asked if I would make him an E&I
character. I've done this several times since and I enjoy doing
it, though I get more requests then I can use.