Girls Night Out 
An E&I Enterprises Story 
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009

This was originally a four part story. Each chapter features the
sexual escapades of a different woman.


June 2001

Part 1: Debbie


"I don't think that's wise. I'm not used to drinking. Besides,
who's driving?"

"Loosen up Alisa and have another margarita," said Sheri. "It's
your party for god's sake and we're calling a taxi."

Debbie got up and followed Sheri into the kitchen where they
started mixing up some more frozen margaritas. The four best
friends were celebrating Alisa's bacheolorette party. They had
known each other since high school and kept in close contact ever
since.

The four young women were in Sheri's house in Northeastern
Pennsylvania. Alisa and Kerry lived relatively close in New
Jersey and New York respectively while Debbie lived in New York
City. It was three days before Alisa's wedding.

"I don't think Alisa appreciated your gift," said Sheri. Debbie
had given the traditional gag gift of a dildo to the conservative
young woman.

"I know," said Deb. "I looked all over the city for a realistic
white one, but all the sex shops seem to carry anymore are
oversized black ones and they're all ten to fourteen inches long.
Besides, that's not the only thing I got her."

"Alright," whispered Sheri keeping her voice down so that Alisa
and Kerry couldn't hear. "What have you got planned?"

"Who me?" asked Debbie innocently. "What makes you think I've got
something planned?"

"Because you've always got something up your sleeve and because
if you didn't have something planned you would have drug us all
out to a bar by now."

"Guilty," confessed Debbie. She was the wild one of the bunch.
Debbie had the kind of thin waist and big breasts that attracted
a lot of male attention. The sexy blonde discovered sex early in
high school and hadn't looked back. She liked her men so much she
was the only one who wasn't married except for Alisa. All four
were twenty-five, and Debbie thought the twenties should be spent
having fun, not settling down. "I've got a stripper coming."

"I knew it," said Sheri. "How'd you find one?"

"Yellow pages. Some place called the Zebra Club in Jersey. I
requested a muscular blonde guy. I like the surfer type. I hope
he has a good tan."

"I hope he has a nice package," said Sheri.

"Sheri! I must be rubbing off on you."

Sheri blushed. "I've been married five years now and it gets dull
seeing the same guy every night. I love Dan and would never do
anything to hurt him, but it might be fun to look at another guy
once in awhile." Sheri had reddish-brown hair, white freckled
skin, and a firm, fit body. Her figure was so nice she could have
been a bikini model where Debbie looked more like a stripper.

"I get the impression the fire is dying."

"Yeah, we only make love about once a month now. We're just so
tired from teaching by the end of the day. Not that I would
change anything about my life, but I miss the newness of when we
first started dating."

Debbie patted her friend on the shoulder, grabbed two margaritas
and carried them out to the living room.

The women were reminiscing about old times when the doorbell
rang. "I'll get it," said Sheri, Debbie following her to the
door.
Sheri opened the door and found herself staring into a broad,
muscular, uniformed chest with a badge on it. She looked up to
find a light skinned black man grinning at her, wearing a
motorcycle helmet, his eyes covered by reflective sun glasses.
"Is there a problem officer?"

"You ordered a stripper?" asked the cop.

Debbie giggled. "I asked for a big blonde guy."

The black man took off his helmet to reveal dyed blonde hair.
"You got it."

"But I wasn't expecting a bl..."

"You got a problem with black people," interrupted the stripper.

"N-no not at all," said Debbie. She had nothing against blacks.
Kerry on the other hand hated them with a passion.

"Well, it's me or no one," said the black man. "My name's Lamar."

"Alright Lamar, let's do it," said Debbie.

Lamar handed Sheri a boom box and told her to hit play when he
pointed at her. "Which one's the bride-to-be?"

"She's sitting in the recliner," said Sheri. "Go easy on her,
she's shy."

Lamar pushed past the two women and entered the living room. The
two other women looked up at him in surprise. "Ladies, there’s
been a complaint about the noise coming from this house."

"I'm sorry officer," said Alisa sitting up in her chair. "I
wasn't aware we were that loud."

"You weren't and that's the complaint. You need to make some
noise," said Lamar, pointing at Sheri. She hit play on the boom
box and fast paced rap started pounding out of it. Lamar ripped
his shirt open right in front of the startled young woman. Alisa
blushed as she stared at a hard, muscled chest the likes of which
she had never seen on a man before. He wasn't built like a
dancer, more like a boxer, but his movements were graceful. Kerry
looked disgusted, but she stared at the man's chest also. Debbie
and Sheri, sat, and started urging him on.

Lamar danced around the room bringing his chest close to each
girl and thrusting his hips suggestively. He tossed his glasses
aside and then the helmet came off. Soon, he was only wearing
trousers as he kicked his shoes off.

"Damn, that would look so sexy on a white guy," said Debbie
staring at the man's chest. He was dancing before a very
uncomfortable Kerry. The look on her face was one of such disgust
that Debbie thought Lamar would be offended. Kerry had once
mentioned that her grandfather was in the KKK, some of his
beliefs had been passed down to her parents and then on to her.
Kerry had raven-dark hair and pale skin. She was the only mother
in the group. Before her daughter was born, she had a nice
figure. She had not been able to lose the extra weight she had
put on during her pregnancy. Her breasts were now large udders
and her body jiggled in places once smooth and firm. For now, she
had the kind of voluptuous body that drove men crazy, but
promised to become fat by the time she was thirty.

"I think he's sexy, even if he is black," said Sheri clapping her
hands in delight when he came back over to dance for her. "I wish
my husband had a chest half this nice."

"You can touch it if you want," said Lamar. Sheri ran her hand
down Lamar's chest to his rock hard abs. There wasn't an ounce of
fat on his body, everywhere was hard muscles.

"Me too," said Debbie jumping up and running her hand across
Lamar's torso. "I've never felt a chest this hard."

He turned to Alisa and Kerry. "Any of you ladies want to feel a
cop or cop a feel?"
Alisa's face was bright red as she shook her head no. Kerry shook
her head also.

Debbie sat back down as Lamar moved on. The man had been sweating
and her hands were slick from rubbing his chest. She could smell
him on her hands. In fact the whole room was filling with the
man's scent. It was not an offensive odor. It was a very
masculine smell that she found attractive. If the other girls
hadn't been watching, she would have brought her hand up to her
nose to take a deeper whiff. Debbie's nipples hardened under her
bra and her thighs grew clammy with moisture. She had never
entertained sexual thoughts about a black man before, but then
she had never seen a man like Lamar. She glanced over at Sheri
and saw her nipples were also poking out of her blouse. Her
friend was as turned on as she was.

Debbie's mind flashed back to when she was gift hunting in New
York's sex shops. Interracial magazines and movies had taken up
half the floor space in every store she had entered. All featured
muscular black men with large breasted white women on the covers.
The floor space devoted to such stuff obviously indicated a
growing trend towards interracial sex. She had been surprised to
find that all the dildos in every store also reflected the trend.
Every one had been black and unrealistically large.
Debbie looked over at the ten inch black dildo standing erect on
the nightstand besides Alisa, then she turned her attention back
on the black man. "Hey Lamar, lets see what you've got under
those pants," yelled Debbie.

"Pay if you want to see it," said Lamar looking down at Kerry.
She shook her head no and was trying not to stare at Lamar's
chest. Debbie noticed the outlines of Kerry’s nipples showing
too. Even her bigoted friend was turned on, though she was trying
to hide it and obviously ashamed of her reaction. There was even
a wet spot by one nipple from where she was lactating.

Sheri waved a twenty and Lamar danced over to her. She shoved the
money into his trousers. Lamar slowly unbuckled his belt and
pulled it out. His fake gun and handcuffs fell to the floor.

Debbie quickly pulled out a twenty and Lamar danced over to her.
She shoved the twenty in his pocket and looked up at him.
"Unbutton my pants," he said. Debbie was surprised to find her
hands shaking as she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. "Now
pull the zipper down," he ordered. Debbie did, staring as tiger
print briefs slowly revealed themselves before he danced out of
her reach and over towards Alisa. Debbie suddenly felt jealous of
her friend, she wanted to finish removing Lamar's pants.

"How about you?" asked Lamar. Alisa was still bright red and she
shook her head, but her eyes were wide as she stared at his open
trousers. Alisa had long brown hair, always pulled back. She
never wore makeup and always wore long skirts and bulky blouses
to hide her body. The way her clothes bulged out suggested a
figure to rival Debbie's but no one had seen it, not even her
fiancé. She had broken down and had sex with him, but only in the
dark, and she had worn a nightgown, lifting it up as he entered
her. She would have been the best looking girl in the group if
she put some effort into it.

"Come on Alisa," shouted Sheri.

"Yeah do it," yelled Debbie. "Have some fun."

Alisa reached into her purse and pulled out a ten. "Is this ok?"
she asked.

"Yeah honey. Put it in my pants." Alisa reached out and stuffed
the bill away. "Now pull my pants down over my hips."

Debbie was really jealous now as she watched Lamar's ass appear.
It wasn't briefs he was wearing it was more like a loin cloth and
it left his ass cheeks bare. They were as hard as his chest.
Alisa was staring cross-eyed at his crotch.

Lamar turned back around to Kerry. Even she was looking flushed
now. Debbie could see that the loin cloth looked longer then
normal and it was a little tented up about half way to Lamar's
knees. She got a better view when Lamar came back over to Sheri.
"How far are you allowed to go?" asked Debbie.

"Depends how much you tip," said Lamar.

"Is it worth it?" asked Sheri, pushing a twenty into the string
on his waist.

"Compared to me, that dildo over there is a cute little toy.

"Bull shit!" said Debbie.

"Tell you what. If you agree to tip me ten bucks an inch, I'll
take it all off."

"Do it," said Debbie. "I gotta see that monster." Lamar untied
his loin cloth and it fell to the floor. "Jesus!" said both
Debbie and Sheri.

"Let me see," pleaded Alisa, shocking herself. The margaritas
making her less uptight.

Lamar walked around the room naked. Alisa furrowed her brows in
disbelief. Kerry's jaw fell open. Lamar's cock dangled down about
eight inches, bigger then any man they had ever seen and he
wasn't even hard. It was slightly plump and angled out bending
towards the floor. Even his balls were huge.

"How big is it hard?" asked Debbie.

"Touch it to find out," said Lamar returning to her. Debbie
hesitated and then reached up, grabbing his dick. "Just give it a
few tugs," he said.

Debbie tugged, feeling her grip open as it swelled up. The thick
black cock lengthened and rose until it was now angled upward.
"How big?" asked Debbie.

"Twelve inches," said Lamar proudly. "That's $120 dollars you owe
me."

"May I touch it? asked Sheri.

Debbie was reluctant to release it, but Lamar tugged it out of
her grasp and let Sheri run her hands all over it. "It's so
hard," said Sheri. "I've never seen or felt anything like it." It
was so big, it seemed to defy gravity. Lamar was uncircumcised,
just the tip of a huge, bulbous cock-head peeking out of his
foreskin. Sheri pulled down on his shaft, so that his cock-head
emerged, every bit as big and hard as the rest of him.

Lamar pulled it out of her grip too and walked over to Kerry, but
she recoiled from it so he moved on to Alisa. "Wanna touch it?"
he asked, waving it under her nose.

Alisa sniffed the air around it and then breathed deeply as if
inhaling his scent and then, even shy, conservative Alisa reached
out and squeezed the head. "It's so much bigger then my fiancé,"
she said.

"I'm sure he's not black," said Lamar dancing back over to
Debbie. "Anything else you wanna see before I put it away?"

"Don't put it away," said Debbie thinking how it was a crime to
cover up a penis that beautiful.

"You like my cock?"

"It's incredible."

"Why don't you give the head a kiss then."

Her hand had automatically rose up to stroke it. Debbie didn't
hesitate, she forgot about the other girls and leaned forward
kissing the purplish-black, plum-sized head of Lamar's cock.
Kerry gasped, stood up, and left the room. Debbie didn't even
care anymore what her friends thought. She gave the tip a little
lick, tasting his pre-cum. She was prepared to do more just as
the music stopped and Lamar backed away. The girls were silent as
he dressed. Debbie couldn't look at them.

"Well I hope you ladies enjoyed the show." He stood at the door
once again in his fake cop uniform. The three women nodded, Kerry
still hadn't returned to the room. "There is the little matter of
my payment and you still owe me $120 dollars," he said, looking
at Debbie.

"I'm responsible for both then," said Debbie.

"Follow me out to my truck," said Lamar. Debbie rose up off the
couch and followed him.

"How much do I owe you?" asked Debbie as they stood by his truck.

"$200 to come out here, plus $120 for the bet."

"I don't have that much on me. I mean I covered the fee, but I
hadn't planned on your penis being that big."

"Little white boys have penises. You mean you didn't expect my
black cock to be this big." As Lamar spoke he unbuttoned his
pants and pulled his still rock-hard cock out. "Tell you what,
this mutha ain't gonna go down until it cums. If you finish what
you started, I'll let you slide on the bet."

"You don't mean..."

"I want you to suck my cock."

"I can't," she blurted out automatically, though the thought
excited her. Debbie wanted to suck him off. Usually, a blow job
was something she did so that a guy would return the favor, but
with Lamar, she wanted to please him. It made her feel honored to
have the privilege of making that huge black cock cum. The only
thing stopping her was her friends.

"It's that or fork over the money. I'm doing you a big favor
here."

"You are. Thank you," said Debbie. He was being kind, letting her
slide on the bet. She found herself falling to her knees before
his cock. She took Lamar's cock head in her mouth and started
running her tongue all around it. She stretched her jaw wide and
pushed her lips towards his crotch. She wanted to make this the
best blow job ever, but she had never encountered one this large.
She felt herself choking as it pushed into her throat. She
relaxed her jaw, vowing to try harder.

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

"What's taking Deb so long?" said Alisa, as Kerry returned to the
room.

Sheri got up and peeked out the window. "I can see his head
sticking up above a truck, but I can't see Debbie. His body must
be blocking her."

"Can you believe the size of that thing?" asked Alisa still
amazed.

"I tell you they're subhuman," said Kerry. "I can't believe she
put her lips on a filthy Negros’s dick."

Sheri's nod of agreement was halfhearted. Lamar's foot long cock
was something she would never forget. She strongly suspected she
would have kissed it to, if he had asked her.

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

"Do you like sucking my cock?"

Debbie nodded her head moving her lips along several inches of
Lamar's shaft. She had managed to swallow seven inches, but was
having trouble with the rest. She ended up sucking on the first
five inches while jacking the rest off with both her hands. His
cock was swelling and it seemed to throb as he approached orgasm.

"Do you swallow?"

Debbie shook her head no without removing his cock from her
mouth.

"You’re going to swallow mine."

Debbie hesitated, then nodded agreement. A minute later his cock
exploded in her mouth quickly filling it with sperm. She
swallowed most, but some still trickled down her chin. Debbie was
ready to release it when it blasted another wad as big as the
first. None of her boyfriends came close to matching one wad of
Lamar's sperm, but then none of them had the black man's big
balls either.

He shot several smaller loads and she swallowed every drop
wondering why she had always refused to swallow before. There was
something indescribably wonderful about kneeling before such a
masculine man and swallowing cum from his huge cock. She squeezed
the head between her lips until it shrank a couple inches and she
was sure he was done as she stroked every drop out of his long
shaft.

Lamar pulled it out and smacked his wet cock against her cheeks.
"You want this cock?"

"Yes, but my friends..."

"Come to my club and I'll give you what you want."

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

"What took you so long? Have you been crying?" asked Sheri.
Debbie's cheeks were all puffy.

"No, I'm fine. I was getting directions. Lamar invited us back to
his club. He said he will have the dancers put on a special show
for us."

"I don't know. It's kind of late," said Kerry.

"Free drinks," said Debbie.

"Count me in then." said Sheri. She looked at Alisa. "How about
it Alisa? It's your party."

"Alright, let's go, but we're taking a taxi home if we get too
drunk."

Debbie had the largest car and the three girls followed her as
they left the house. Part 2: Sheri


"Where we headed?" asked Alisa.

"His club is just outside New York City, in Jersey," said Debbie
not taking her eyes off Lamar's truck in the distance.

"New York! That's two hours away." exclaimed Kerry.

"Relax, you can all crash at my place." Debbie lived in New York
City.

"Todd will be worried," said Alisa, thinking about her fiancé. It
was her bachelorette party.

"He's probably bombed out of his mind and looking at his own
stripper."

"Not my Toddy." Alisa had lucked out and found someone just like
Herself; conservative, moral, and not much of a drinker. He had
money too and they were looking to start a family almost
immediately.

Eventually, the car carrying the four women arrived at the strip
club pulling up behind Lamar. Debbie didn't wait for the other
girls to exit the car, she just hopped out and ran straight to
Lamar. She seemed infatuated with the black stripper with the
blonde hair and huge cock. Sheri felt a strong desire for the
stripper too after seeing him wave that giant black snake under
her nose.

Sheri got out of the car followed by Alisa and Kerry. The place
had closed up about an hour ago and the parking lot was near
deserted. It had started raining about a half hour ago. The only
people she could see was a white woman with a black man. The
woman was sitting on a car hood with her legs wrapped around the
back of a muscular black man. They were kissing passionately
ignoring the rain.

A big neon sign read Zebra Club and it appeared to be two clubs
in one. Two massive black men stood outside one door. Lamar led
them to the other door on the other side of the building.

"This better be worth it Lamar," shouted a deep voice when the
blonde-haired black man entered the club. "I turned down two
dates and a hundred bucks to wait for you."

"It will be," said Lamar. Sheri followed Debbie into the bar. Two
black men sat around some empty tables near the stage. A giant of
a black man with a gut was putting the bar stools up.

Lamar said to the bartender, "Pour these girls something special.
Alisa Here is getting married in three days."

The bartender grinned and walked behind the bar. None of the
girls saw him press a button on the beer tap that mixed Xcite in
with the drinks. He set them before the women.

Alisa felt bad because Lamar had promised them free drinks and
she didn't like beer. "Could I have a mixed drink instead? I know
they cost extra. I can pay you."

"What would ya like?"

"I don't know, any mix drink?"

The bartender mixed her a drink keenly aware that she was
watching his every move and he couldn't drug it.

"Wow, that's good," said Alisa tasting it after he set it in
front of her. "What is it?"

"It's called a white Russian."

"I like it. Why the funny name?"

"It's cause white men are always Russian through sex."

Alisa just frowned at the huge black man. She found him slightly
obnoxious, and he was staring at her bulky clothes like he was
trying to see what she was hiding under them, but he did mix a
good drink. "What do I owe you?"

"Nuthin. It's after last call, can't charge you."

"Thanks." She could barely taste the alcohol and half was gone
before she joined the other girls.

Sheri took the seat beside Debbie and Lamar around the stage.
Alisa sat beside Kerry in a table away from the stage.

The bartender started some music and the curtains opened. The
black man who had complained about losing two dates stood on the
stage dressed as an African warrior. He wore a fake lion skin
headdress and cape, a grass skirt, and white tooth necklace. His
chest was even broader and more muscular then Lamar's. Sheri
found herself holding her breath as he started to dance.

"That's Leon," said Lamar. "He's one of our best dancers." Leon
danced around doing some kind of tribal routine, waving his arms
and thrusting his hips. Sweat soon coated his chest making him
glisten under the lights.

Sheri reached in her purse and pulled out a five dollar bill.
Leon danced over to her and kneeled down. He had a band around
his leg and she shoved the bill into it. Leon's big white teeth
grinned at her from his dark black face. He reached behind him
and fiddled with something. When he stood up again, the grass
skirt remained at his feet. He was wearing a tiger stripped loin
cloth under the skirt. Sheri glimpsed a tremendous penis stuffed
into tight underwear before the loincloth covered it. Sheri
glanced over at Debbie to see if she had seen it, but Debbie was
running her hand under Lamar's shirt along his chest and not
paying attention.

"What are those rooms?" asked Debbie, looking around the bar.

"They're for private dances," responded Lamar.

"What goes on?"

"You get one on one interaction with the dancer. Some touching is
allowed."

"Can we do it?"

"Sure, it costs fifty bucks."

"Let's go."

Sheri watched Lamar lead Debbie off into the other room. Alisa
and Kerry were watching them leave with frowns on their faces.

Being the only one sitting at the stage, Sheri found herself the
center of Leon's attention. Several times he made to take off his
loincloth, but retreated. Sheri got the hint, dug into her purse
and pulled out another five.

Leon kneeled before her. The stage was built so that her face was
staring directly at his crotch. She reached out, her hand coming
dangerously close to the bulge under his loincloth as she stuck
the bill beside the other on his thigh. Leon stood up and untied
the loincloth.

Sheri felt her heart flutter as he stood. The height of the stage
gave the impression that she was lying at his feet looking up at
some kind of black god. He was dancing for her pleasure, but she
felt like the subservient one. She was being rewarded for her
behavior by seeing more of Leon's body after each tip. She
couldn't imagine what this place would be like crowded with
dozens of women competing for Leon's attention.

The loincloth fell to the floor and Leon discarded the lion skin
cape. He was now nude except for the necklace and briefs so thin
and tiny they looked about to burst. The front was just a pouch
designed to hold privates much smaller then Leon's. She could see
the outline of his balls, the material so tight she could make
out the crease between them. His cock seemed coiled around
itself, but a large mushroom shaped lump indicated a cock head
the size of a golf ball. He danced away briefly and she could see
just a string traveling between his ass cheeks, leaving his
muscular ass bare.

"Wanna see more?" he asked kneeling before her again.

"Are you allowed to show more?"

"Not when we're open, but this is a private party. I can show you
whatever you want."

Sheri dug in her purse. She was out of small bills. She pulled
out a twenty. Seeing that monster was worth a twenty. She reached
out with the bill and stuck it beside the others. Leon stood and
yanked his underwear down.
It seemed to roll out of his underwear, falling halfway to his
knees. Leon's cock was thick and tremendous, looking like a fat
black banana swaying between his legs. She heard the other girls
gasp behind her at the sight, she had forgotten they were there.
Sheri's eyes followed the swinging black sausage, so different
from her husband's penis. Her husband was probably six inches
long when erect and Leon's cock was longer and thicker soft. As
she stared, it swelled up even bigger and grew an inch.
    Leon stepped out of his underwear and pulled off the
necklace. He was now completely nude. Leon squatted before her
face, his cock so long, the tip brushed the stage. "Go ahead and
touch it."

Sheri reached out and wrapped her fingers around the second black
cock in as many hours. Both Lamar and Leon far outclassed her
husband or any white man she had ever seen. Of course, they were
strippers and probably gifted beyond normal men.

Sheri squeezed it until his cock expanded, growing in her hand.
It's power was such that it lifted her hand up as it rose into
the sky. It was now harder then any penis she had ever seen, both
unbendable and unyielding as it stopped growing at just over a
foot long.

"Impressed?" he asked.

"God yes." she said stroking her hand along it. She had a strong
desire to take him in her mouth. Fortunately, lest she give in to
her impure thoughts, Leon stood and left the stage before she got
carried away. A big bald stripper replaced him with every bit as
much promise in the crotch areas as Leon and Lamar.

Sheri glanced at the private booth. She could glimpse a naked
Lamar standing between Debbie's legs and, Jesus, but it looked
like she was licking the head of his cock. Sheri envied Debbie's
unmarried status at that moment.

"Tip me and I'll let you touch it," said Leon.

Sheri turned. A naked Leon, cock still hard, was standing beside
the other two women making his rounds. "No thanks," said Kerry
looking disgusted, but not taking her eyes off Leon's cock.

"I'll do it," said Alisa, taking a bill from her purse. The
bride-to-be stuck the bill beside the others and grabbed Leon's
cock. "Nice to meet you," she said shaking it like she was giving
a hand shake and giggling drunkenly.

That wasn't like Alisa at all. Sheri could see three empty
glasses of white Russian’s beside her friend. Alisa could be a
lot of fun when she loosened up.

Leon headed over to Sheri and she found her heart rate
increasing. His big cock preceded him by over a foot. Damn, she
never remembered being this horny before. "And did you enjoy the
show, little lady?" he asked.

"I'm Sheri and yes I did very much." It was hard not to stare at
the baseball bat between his legs. He moved so that his tipping
band was beside her. Sheri took the hint and reached in her
purse. Her hand came out holding a fifty. She glanced over at the
private rooms, then back at the fifty, then up at Leon. "Can I
get a private dance?"

"Sure baby," said Leon grabbing the fifty out of her hand. "Lets
go."

Sheri stood up and followed Leon. Behind her Alisa said, "Come on
Kerry lets move up to the stage."

Leon moved the curtain aside and Sheri saw an amazing site. Lamar
was sitting on the bench stroking his cock while Debbie danced
for him. She had stripped down to a sexy pair of lacy bra and
panties. "I didn't know you could dance," said Sheri watching
Debbie sway her hips. Debbie had the body of a stripper where
Sheri's was more like a model's with smaller, firmer breasts.

Debbie looked like she was upset at being disturbed," but said,
"It's just coming natural."

"It is natural for a woman to dance to please a man," said Lamar.

Sheri found that sexist, but didn't respond and was kind of
shocked when Debbie nodded her head agreeing with Lamar. Debbie
was very free spirited and usually didn't take crap from men. She
was acting like a love sick puppy ever since she had first seen
Lamar's cock.

Leon spun her around and sat her down on the bench beside Lamar.
The seats put her at face level with Leon's erect banana bobbing
as he began to dance. For something called a privacy booth there
wasn't much privacy. She glanced at Lamar and could see his huge
cock glistening from where Debbie had been sucking on it. Debbie
was now topless and Lamar was kneading her big breasts, tugging
on her nipples, and every now and then leaning forward to kiss
them.

Leon grabbed her head and turned it towards his cock as he began
moving it before her eyes. It had a hypnotic affect on her and
she couldn't take her eyes off it. His voice broke her trance.
"How long you been married?"

Sheri rubbed her thumb along her ring finger without taking her
eyes of Leon's cock. "Five years."

"How nice. Does your husband have a cock like this?"

"Ha. No, not even close."

"Oh that’s too bad. I bet you haven't had a good fuck in years
then."

How rude, she thought, but he wasn't wrong. It had been over a
year since she had an orgasm. Sheri did the math in her head. No,
it had been a couple years. She and Dan were just too busy
teaching, that sex felt more like a duty then fun. Every nerve in
her body was telling her that the delicious smelling cock he was
swaying under her nose wouldn't have trouble giving her orgasms.
"Dear god, that‘s good!"

That was Debbie. Sheri glanced over at her friend and was shocked
to see she was nude and had lowered herself over Lamar's dick.
Sheri could see her friends engorged clit and pussy lips spread
wide around the huge intruder and she had only taken a couple
inches.

"I'm cumming!"

Sheri watched as a steady stream of clear fluid slid down Lamar's
cock helping to coat it and Debbie slid down it a couple more
inches.      The hot sex show next to her, the sexual smell
filling the confined room, and her unusual state of arousal all
contributed to what Sheri did next. Her tongue licked out and
along the tip of Leon's cock. He immediately stopped moving it
and held it before her mouth as her tongue licked all around the
head.

Sheri just had to suck him off, just had to. A blow job wasn't
really cheating anyway. She wasn't about to go any further.

Sheri was out of practice. She hadn't done this for her husband
in years and that had been like swallowing a straw compared to
Leon's black PVC pipe. With Dan, she sucked just to lubricate him
before sex and she never swallowed. With Leon, her purpose was to
show her respect for his masculinity.

Sheri stretched her jaw wide around his cock head and took him
into her mouth. She pushed forwards and felt herself gagging as
the head entered her throat.

Leon stepped back and pulled her to her feet, switching places
with her. He pushed her back down and sat beside Lamar. Sheri was
now kneeling on the dirty floor. She glanced at Debbie. Her
friend had impaled herself on Lamar's cock and was sitting still
while she grew accustomed to having her pussy stuffed so full.
Sheri could clearly see the steady stream of her friend's cum
dripping over Lamar's balls. Leon smacked his cock across her
face and she took the hint, taking him into her mouth once again.

This position was easier on her throat and she pushed down taking
several inches into her throat this time. It felt natural and
primal to be kneeling between his legs like this. Sheri found
herself letting go, attacking his cock with more gusto then she
had ever shown her husband.

Leon pulled his cock out of her mouth when she had bobbed her
head up to the tip. He pulled it back to his stomach and said,
"lick my balls." Sheri obeyed, licking all around his hairy nut
sack, amazed at how big and full they were. He released his cock
and it smacked her in the face. She quickly returned his shaft to
her mouth.

Eventually, Leon's cock swelled even bigger and began twitching.
She wanted him to cum more then anything, but she also wanted
this to last forever. The head of his cock grew so big, she
feared it would wedge in her throat, so she backed off just
sucking on the tip. His cock spasmed, filling her mouth with so
much sperm her cheeks bulged out. She swallowed it, only to have
her mouth fill with sperm again and again. She had never
swallowed Dan's cum before, but then her husband hadn't cum this
much in five years of marriage.

Leon stood and she kept the tip in her mouth making sure she had
sucked it dry. "Keep sucking, it'll stay hard," he said switching
places with her again. His cock never left her mouth as he lifted
her up onto the bench. Sheri glanced at Debbie. Milky white sperm
now coated Lamar's shaft as Debbie slowly rode him. Her eyes had
rolled up in her head and she looked like she was in heaven.

Leon pulled her to her feet again and began unbuttoning her
blouse. She looked at his still hard cock glistening with her
saliva as he opened her shirt. "No Leon, we can't go any further.
I'm married. I don't know why I did that."

"Relax baby," he said. "I just wanna see you. It's only fair.
You've seen me naked."

Sheri didn't fight him as he removed her blouse and his skilled
hands unsnapped her bra. "But you’re a stripper. I'm supposed to
see you naked in exchange for tipping you. Ahhhh..." Sheri moaned
as Leon began pinching her nipples. Her breasts weren't large and
her nipples were only as big as dimes, but they were the hardest
she's ever seen them.

"Let me see you naked and I'll tip you," said Leon already
undoing her jeans.

Sheri had already spent over a hundred bucks on the two strippers
and wondered how much of it she'd get back if Leon tipped her.
She held still and let him pull her jeans down over her hips. She
quickly yanked her panties down embarrassed by their drabness
compared to Deb's sexy Pair from Hidden Closet. "Well, am I worth
tipping?" she asked quivering with fear he'd reject her. Sheri
knew she was attractive and had a great figure, but she always
felt plain next to Deb.

"You’re beautiful, Sheri. I think you deserve a big tip." Sheri
flushed with pleasure at his compliment. He continued, "but first
I want to see you. Sit down." Sheri obeyed. She was a little
embarrassed by her hairy bush. She hadn't needed to shave off any
of the reddish-brown hair. "Open your legs up for me. I wanna see
your insides."

Sheri hesitated a fraction of a second. She hadn't even given Dan
the view Leon was asking to see. His look suggested he wouldn't
take no for an answer and she found her knees slowly opening.

"Not good enough," said Leon. He bent down and grabbed her ankles
spreading her legs wide. Sheri gasped as her pussy opened up for
him to see. "Damn bitch, is yo pussy always this wet?"

“Not that I can remember."

"One last thing before I tip you," said Leon moving forward
between her legs and bending down. "I want to kiss those pretty
red lips."

"I s-shouldn't," she stuttered, his body looming over her. His
hands still gripped her ankles spreading them wide.

"Just a kiss and then your tip." Sheri parted her lips as the
large black man brought his lips down against hers. She planned
on just a quick peck, but his tongue pushed into her mouth. She
pushed back trying to force it out of her mouth, but instead they
just slid around each other. "Here's your tip," he said breaking
contact with her lips.

Sheri's pussy lips parted as Leon's bulbous cock-head entered
her. She was so wet and so spread open, it easily slid inside.
"Oh god," she moaned. "What are you doing?"

"It's just the tip," he said kissing her again. "It's what you
wanted isn't it? Want me to take the tip back?"

"No," she cried, ashamed of herself.
     "Want a bigger tip?"

"Yes."

Leon pushed some more in and pulled back. He began thrusting his
hips, letting her juices coat his cock and pushing more in with
each thrust.

"Oh god Dan, why don't you feel this good inside me," she cried
feeling guilty for betraying her husband and guiltier for
enjoying it so much.

"It's cause he's white, bitch. Dan will never feel good inside
you ever again after this." With one powerful thrust Leon slammed
his entire foot long cock inside her.

Sheri felt her pussy balloon up around his cock and then her
muscles squeezed down against it as if not wanting to let it out.
Her pussy spasmed around it and a wave of pleasure traveled up
her body as her first orgasm in years burst from her womb.
Correction, her first ever orgasm, none of the others even came
close to the one Leon's fat cock had given her.

And that was just the first of many. Leon leaned forward and
braced himself on the bench. Sheri threw her legs over his
shoulders and held on as Leon began to move. He started slow,
keeping his cock buried in her and just moving it a little. His
thrusts turned deeper, more powerful, until Leon was fucking her
with the entire length of his cock. His powerful piston-like
thrusts drew orgasm after orgasm out of her and she had never
been multi orgasmic. She no longer felt guilty for cheating on
Dan. She felt angry now that she knew there were men, real men,
out there that knew how to fuck like Leon and apparently Lamar
also. Real men, that know how to treat a woman, black men. "Fuck
me," she growled at him, raising her hips up into his thrusting
cock. "Fuck me with your big black cock."

Leon buried his cock in her and it jerked as he impaled her.
Sheri screamed and writhed around his cock as she had her biggest
orgasm yet. Jet after jet of his hot cum sprayed places no man
had ever gone before and she thrashed around in total ecstasy.
Leon pulled out. "I gotta piss. I'll be back." Sheri could see
Kerry, the bigot of the group standing by the curtains peeping in
as Leon left. Her friend looked aghast at what she saw. Then the
curtains fell closed again.

Sheri sat on the bench with her legs spread wide and Leon's cum
dripping out of her pussy. His sperm pooled on the floor and as
she watched it, she noticed the stains of countless pools of cum
on the floor, the walls, even the bench. The stains were faint as
if someone attempted to clean them up, but it was in vain.

Debbie was sitting beside her now, sucking on Lamar's cock as he
stood between her legs. Black men seemed to have an amazing
recovery rate. "I hope I get another belly full," said Debbie as
she teased the tip of Lamar's cock with her tongue. It was
swollen and glistening as he approached orgasm again.

"So you want to swallow more of my cum?" Lamar pulled his cock
out of Deb's mouth and was looking down at Sheri as he said it.
He stepped back, squatted down before Sheri's spread legs,
quickly pushing his cock into her.

"Another hot, white pussy satisfied by black cock," he said.
Lamar had been close with Debbie's blow job and didn't last long.
"I'm gonna fill that white pussy with some cum bitch."

"No Lamar, I wanted it," said Debbie.

Lamar's back was arched as he shot Sheri's cum-soaked pussy full
of his sperm. "You want it. There it is. Go get it. He pulled
Debbie up and pushed her between Sheri's legs.

Debbie stared at Sheri's sperm saturated pussy for a moment and
then leaned forward. Sheri arched her back as a wave of pleasure
shot up her spine. Debbie's tongue sounded like a dog lapping up
water as it licked over her labia and up to her engorged clit.
Debbie was running her tongue around trying to get all the sperm
she could. She was completely unconcerned with Sheri's pleasure,
but she still triggered an orgasm and Sheri writhed in pleasure
grinding her pussy into Debbie's mouth.

Suddenly, Debbie's tongue shot deep into her pussy farther then
Dan's prick had ever been and Debbie muffled a scream. Her face
struggled to get out of Sheri’s pussy. Sheri opened her eyes to
see the bartender had entered the room and shoved his giant cock
into... "My god, he's fucking your ass."

"You're next little lady," said Leon returning from the bathroom,
his cock rising as he spoke.

The big bald stripper was following Leon. Yet another huge cock
swung between his legs, but it was rapidly rising as he stared at
the two girls.

Sheri just nodded. She was willing to do anything to please these
men. Another orgasm shot up her spine as Debbie's tongue was
repeatedly forced into her pussy from the ass fucking she was
getting. Sheri had no idea how she'd take Leon's big cock up her
ass, but tonight she was willing to try anything.



Part 3: Kerry



"Come on Alisa, we're getting out of here," said Kerry still
reeling from seeing her two closest friends debasing themselves
with black men.
"Why, whatz wong?" asked Alisa. She never drank and the white
Russians had gone straight to her head.

"Those two sluts are in there fucking them jungle bunnies. Jesus,
they're fucking negroes."

"Even Sheri, sheesh married?"

"Even Sheri." Kerry didn't want anything to do with Debbie and
Sheri again. She was angry with them, but even angrier with
herself for being so turned on. She had never been this horny,
even while trying to have a baby when ovulating. She couldn't
deny feeling a flutter in her stomach each time she saw one of
the strippers' huge black cocks waving under her nose.

"What's your hurry? I fixed you some more drinks." It was the
bartender holding two drinks out for them. He had removed his
clothes and stood naked. His eleven inch cock bobbed under a beer
gut, that appeared to be all muscle with no fat on it. "I thought
we was gonna have some fun?"

"Nice to meet you," said Alisa, grabbing and shaking the
bartender’s cock like she was shaking a hand. She had done the
same thing with Leon and giggled like it was the funniest thing
in the world.

"Come on Alisa, lets get out of here."

The bartender looked frustrated as they left. He hadn't been able
to put any Xcite into the bride-to-be's mixed drinks until now.
He had really been looking forward to seeing what Alisa was
hiding under her bulky clothes. Win some, lose some, at least
there were two more sluts. He turned and headed for the private
booths.

Kerry looked back into the room as they walked out into the rain
only to see the bartender, the other stripper, and Leon, all
naked, all converging on where a fourth black man and her two
friends waited for them.

"How we getting home?" asked Alisa, suppressing a burp.

"Shit! Those two sluts have the car keys. I don't want anything
to do with them after tonight."

"But Debbie's my maid of honor and she's not married."

"You don't get it, they're black men. They're subhuman, less
intelligent, less evolved, ape men and our friends are fucking
them. We'll call a cab." Kerry looked around for a pay phone, but
didn't see any. The interracial couple making out in the parking
lot had left, leaving them alone. She remembered the two black
bouncers outside the companion club and decided to go see if
there was a phone there she could use.

Luckily, the bouncers were still standing there despite the
club's closing hours ago. "Excuse me," said Kerry walking around
the corner. "Is there a phone inside I can use?" These men were
big, very big and Kerry felt that flutter in her stomach again.
She couldn't help glancing down at their bulges. Instinct told
her these men were every bit as big as the others she had seen
and their bulges proved her instincts right.

"Sure, go on inside," said one bouncer. He had a shaved head, a
goatee, and big muscular arms.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," said Kerry to Alisa. They were
protected from the rain by an awning where the bouncers waited.

"Wha are yous two doing working thiz late?" Alisa asked of the
two bouncers.

"A little drunk are we?" said one.

"We have to stay in case any husbands show up looking for their
wives," said the other.

"Why?"

"You saw the male dancers next door. Lots of married women wander
in here looking for black men to fuck."

Alisa couldn't imagine so many married women willing to sin that
the bar needed to keep bouncers on so late. Then again, Sheri was
apparently getting fucked right this moment, as was Debbie, but
Debbie wasn't married. She found what Sheri was doing immoral and
doubted if they would stay friends.

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

Kerry had never been in a nudie bar, but this one resembled the
ones she had seen in movies. There were several stages, each had
a shiny gold pole and mirrored walls. This room was a lot larger
then next door and Obviously that meant they got a larger crowd.
Tables surrounded the stages and one had a large black man
slumped over it passed out. The only other man in the room was
another black man cleaning off the bar. He was as muscular as all
the black men she had seen today which she found odd, but then
being black they were probably all ex-cons and cons didn't have
much to do, but lift weights.

"Can I help you Miss?" asked the bartender.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could use your phone?"

"It's broke."

Kerry jumped as a huge hand came down on her shoulder and spun
her around. The passed out black man now towered over her. He was
the ugliest man she had ever seen. His skin was black-black, his
forehead jutted out, he had sideburns, big flat lips, an even
broader nose, and his arms appeared too long giving him a simian
appearance. He resembled the racist caricatures of blacks she had
seen in her granddaddy's KKK newsletters.

"One mo dance," growled the black.

"What?"

"The nights not over. I wants one mo dance."

"I'm not a dancer. I just came to use the phone."

"One more dance, slut. Now!"

This was one scary looking black guy. Kerry looked at the
bartender for help. He just shrugged and said, "Better do what he
says lady. That's Mustafa and he's a mean son of a bitch, and a
meaner drunk."

"Help me." Kerry shuddered when she realized he had said the
phone wasn't working and couldn't call the cops.

"I can't stop him." The bartender was big, huge even, but he
looked a dwarf next to Mustafa.

"Get the bouncers then," she pleaded.

"Dance slut." Mustafa's voice boomed out.

The bartender set a shot in front of Kerry. "Here drink this,
it'll loosen ya up. "I'll try to stop the bouncers, but they've
probably already left."

Kerry tilted her head back and downed the shot, just before
Mustafa picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She
pounded her fists on his back, but it was like hitting a brick
wall.

Mustafa winked at the bartender who then hit the stereo and rap
started blaring forth. They had played this game before. An
"enhanced" male had to drink a shit load of booze to get drunk as
their higher metabolism burnt off the effects of the alcohol
faster then normal men. Mustafa had drunk a lot, enough to pass
out, but was rapidly sobering up. He used his appearance to cower
his women into submission. He was way too ugly to get a woman
without help. Along with the pheromones and the large dose of
Xcite in her shot, she didn't stand a chance.

Jerome, the bartender watched her ass jiggle as Mustafa carried
her to the stage. Her whole body had that exciting jiggle and he
couldn't wait to see those huge breasts.

Jerome walked out to where the bouncers stood with an attractive,
but overly dressed woman was chatting with them. "Your friend
decided to stay," he said.

"But she's trying to get us a ride home."

"Marcus and Darren can drive you home. It's part of their jobs."

"Gladly," said Darren.

Jerome returned inside, intending to watch for awhile before
joining in.

Mustafa had set Kerry on the stage and she just stood there
looking down at him as he sat at the stage. "Dance!" He slammed
his fist down hard on the stage.

Kerry started swaying her hips. She enjoyed dancing, but had
never done a strip tease, not even for her husband. She relaxed
hoping the bartender would be back with the bouncers to save her
soon. For now, just give the gorilla man what he wanted and try
to stall. She closed her eyes and listened to the music. Kerry
hated rap, but the beat was conducive to erotic dancing. Her body
started moving to the rhythm of the music. Kerry had been horny
all night, though she tried to deny it. As she danced, she was
aware that the horniness was increasing until getting her pussy
stuffed was all she could think of. She tried to picture her
husband, but the only image that flashed in her mind was Lamar's
and Leon's black dicks.

"Take that shirt off."

The bartender had to be back soon. She opened her eyes, but she
and Mustafa were the only ones in the room. She'd just have to
take it slow. Kerry slowly untucked her shirt from her jeans and
pulled it off over her head. Her large breasts bounced out one
after the other. They were held up by a lacy blue bra. There were
wet spots around her nipples from where she was lactating.  Her
nipples looked like little missiles they were so hard.

"Now the pants."

It was hard to dance and remove tight jeans, but Kerry did,
almost falling as she pulled it off her legs. She immediately
felt cold air on her bare ass, she had worn a thong.

"You're one sexy bitch."

Kerry was not fat, but the birth of her daughter a year ago had
added extra flesh to her formerly skinny body and swelled her
breasts up to double D's. She was probably going to keep gaining
weight, but for now she had a sexy, voluptuous body. Her husband
went crazy over her new boobs and ass. He insisted she wear sexy
underwear and bought her several sets from sexy to sleazy. She
wore a lacy, blue bra and panties so sheer you cold see her
nipples and pubic hair through them. The thong left her ass bare.
The blue material contrasted nicely with her dark black hair and
pale skin. The lingerie had been an anniversary gift from her
husband.

"Let's see some tittys," yelled Mustafa, for the first time
holding up a bill.

Kerry looked around, but there was still no sign of help. She
figured, why the hell not make something for this humiliating
experience. She danced over to Mustafa and knelt while he stuck
the bill in the band of her panties. His touch sent both a
shudder of disgust and a jolt of sexual excitement up her spine.
God she was horny. It couldn't possibly be from dancing half
naked before a black man could it?

Mustafa had paid to see her breasts. She stood up and reached
around to unhook her bra. Her breasts fell three inches as she
released them. She tossed the bra to the floor. She had never
seen her nipples so swollen and hard, not even when she was
nursing.

Mustafa stood up and adjusted what looked like another enormous
cock underneath his sweat pants. His sweats were very loose
fitting and she could still see a pair of huge testicles pushing
out the material. Why did subhuman black men all appear to be so
gifted in the crotch department? He sat back down with what had
to be a very uncomfortable erection pushing out his sweats.

"Now the panties," he said, pulling out another bill.

Kerry decided, why not? She was already naked for all intense
purposes. For some reason, she enjoyed knowing that she had
caused his erection. Also, a fresh wave of lubrication had coated
her pussy when she saw his bulge and her panties were getting
uncomfortably sticky. She walked over to him and turned around
stooping so that he could add this bill to the last. He caressed
her ass before she stood back up. Kerry gulped and pulled out the
waistband of her lacy thong. She bent down keeping her legs
straight and pulled the panties down. She watched the two bills
he had tipped her fall to the floor, knowing he was watching her
ass and pussy. Mustafa was getting a better view of her then even
her husband had ever had.

God, she needed a cock, especially a nice big one. If Mustafa was
white she probably go fuck the shit out of him right now, husband
be damned. She danced naked for awhile before saying, "I'm sorry,
I gotta get going."

"No, I want a lap dance first," said Mustafa pulling out two
twenties and tossing them on stage.

"What do I do?"

"Stupid slut. You just come dance 'tween my legs for awhile."

"If I give you a lap dance, can I go?"

"Whenever you want."

Kerry nodded and walked off the stage, Mustafa never took his
eyes off her bouncing tits and ass. She walked over to him and
began dancing as she approached. It was unnatural for a nude
white woman to be dancing for a black man's pleasure, but what
she was doing felt perfectly natural. There was something primal
about dancing before a man such as Mustafa.

He parted his legs, immediately drawing her eyes to the tent in
his sweat pants. She danced closer, approaching his huge cock as
she swayed her hips and held her long black hair up with her
hands. He was a perfect gentleman and kept his hands on his
knees. "Turn around so I can see that ass, he ordered.

Kerry danced out from between his legs and turned around. "Fuck,
that's a nice ass. You sure you don't have some black blood in
you?" Kerry felt a thrill go up her spine knowing he was pleased
with her appearance, but was insulted to be compared with a black
woman.

"Baby got back. Bring that ass closer."

Kerry danced backwards and straight onto Mustafa's cock. Luckily,
it didn't penetrate her, it just slid between her legs along her
labia, growing slick with her juices. It slid so far between her
legs she saw an obscene cock-head the size of a small apple
emerge between her legs as she stared down between her breasts.
The head disappeared and she felt it sliding toward the entrance
to her pussy. Just from the slight contact and sight of it caused
her to shudder from a small orgasm.

The temporary release her orgasm gave her, brought her to her
senses enough to jump up off his cock before it could penetrate
her. She spun around and stared at the monstrosity. It was the
most hideous thing she had ever seen, though it also attracted
her. He had pulled his sweats down around his knees revealing his
penis and balls. Mustafa's cock was around thirteen inches long
and as thick as her wrist. It had a strong leftward curve, in
fact his entire crotch had a leftward slant. His left ball was
deformed, the size of a grapefruit, while the right was as big as
a large orange. The head was leaking out so much precum, for a
minute she thought he had orgasmed.
"I said I wanted a lap dance. Now sit on my lap. Mustafa grabbed
her waist and pulled her forward. This time he pushed his knees
between her legs until she parted them and straddled his tree
trunk-sized thighs. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled
her forwards. The huge cock slid between her legs again, this
time starting with the base. The first hadn't been enough to
satisfy the craving between her legs, she needed to cum again.
Just one more cum, then she could jump up and run out of here.


Mustafa was not only pulling her up, along his cock. His hands
were effortlessly lifting her up.mHer pussy lips slid along his
shaft until she felt them open up and part around the head. The
head entered her, stretching her the widest she'd been since
giving birth. She came again as he slowly raised and lowered her
over over just a few inches of his cock. It was a strong orgasm,
but it only increased her horniness. "More," she begged. Mustafa
let go.

Pain and pleasure radiated out from her crotch as she was impaled
by more then twice the amount of cock she had ever experienced
before. Her pussy stretched out and reformed itself around the
thirteen inch invader. Thank god, her unusual state of arousal
had her pussy wet enough to coat such a monster. He felt so big,
it felt like his cock head should be emerging from her throat.
Instead the only things emerging from her throat were increasing
cries of pleasure.   Mustafa began raising and lowering her along
the length of his cock. Her pussy clamped down over his shaft,
squeezing every square inch and spasming in orgasm around it. "Ah
ah ah ah ohhh," she cried.

"You need to be more vocal," he said.

"What do you mean," she had to suck in her lip to keep from
crying out in pleasure.

"Tell me how much you're enjoying it. What am I doing to you?"

"You're fucking meeee." Kerry shuddered in orgasm.

"And now?" He raised her up until his cock almost popped out of
her pussy.

"Put it in me," she begged. "God damn it, don't stop. Please
don't stop."

Mustafa slowly lowered her down his shaft this time. "Tell me
that you like it."

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Mustafa removed his hands
from her ass. She hugged him tight and began riding his cock,
bouncing and thrashing around in his lap. "I love it. I love
having your cock in me. I've never been fucked like this. Fuck me
with your big negro cock."

Mustafa grabbed her back and leaned forward so that he could take
one of her nipples into his mouth. He opened his eyes in surprise
when his mouth filled with liquid.

"Pull her up so I can fuck her ass," said Jerome. Mustafa looked
up at him and Jerome continued, "What the fuck's that white stuff
on your lips?"

"It's a milk mustache, bro," Mustafa responded pulling Kerry back
up into his lap. "Bitch gives off more milk then a cow."
Kerry looked over her shoulder, while Mustafa pulled her ass
cheeks open. The bartender was standing behind her nude. He had
an impressive ten inch cock which would have awed her yesterday,
but looked small next to Mustafa, Lamar, and Leon's cocks.

"You ever had your ass fucked, slut," asked the bartender.

"No, but you can fuck it." Kerry was wild eyed and looking crazy
with lust.

Jerome spit in his hand and coated the tip of his cock with it.
Mustafa was spreading her plump ass cheeks wide apart for him.
Jerome brought the tip of his cock up to her sphincter and
pushed.

"Ow, shit that's big," she cried. "It hurt's. Your cock is
ripping my ass in two." Her ass stretched out to accommodate it
and the pain started to fade once the big round head had entered
her. Never once, did she consider asking him to stop.

Kerry could feel the bartender's cock pushing deep into her ass,
rubbing against Mustafa's cock separated by just a thin piece of
skin. She began bouncing again, fucking both their cocks, and
cumming constantly as the double penetration satisfied her like
never before.

Mustafa came first, becoming only the second man to fill her
unprotected pussy with sperm. The size and force of his ejaculate
was amazing. Huge wads of cum assaulted her womb and then it
seemed as if someone had turned a hose on inside her pussy. She
could feel his big balls expanding and contracting under her
thighs. His orgasm gave her an absolutely mind blowing orgasm
that caused her to collapse on his chest.

When she recovered, Jerome had taken over fucking her ass and was
pounding her like a jack hammer. She was still mounted on
Mustafa's cock. It didn't feel any smaller, though it wasn't as
hard. Jerome bellowed and emptied the contents of his balls into
her ass. Kerry shuddered as another orgasm overwhelmed her.

Jerome's sperm rose to the surface, spilling down her ass as he
removed his cock. Mustafa lifted her up, slowly removing his
cock. "More," she begged. "Fuck me more."

"Shit Jerome, this is one horny bitch," said Mustafa. "How much
did you give her?"

"Half the shot glass," said the bartender.

No telling how much Xcite the girl had drunk at the other bar.
"Shit, she's gonna be like this for a month."

"Will you two jungle bunnies shut up and fuck me some more."

"This bitch needs an attitude adjustment," growled Mustafa.

"I'll make some calls." Jerome headed over to the bar.

Kerry was about to remind the bartender that his phone wasn't
working when Mustafa picked her up and set her on the stage. He
climbed up behind her.

Mustafa began tugging on his cock. It never shrank always
remaining thirteen inches long. It just fattened and hardened
when he got an erection. "You want some more of this?"

"Yes."

"Why do you crave it?"

"It's incredible. It satisfies me like no other cock ever has.
I've never had this many orgasms."

"It's superior."

"Superior? Yes, I guess it is."

"Superior to anything you ever had from a white guy?"

"Yes, it's superior to my husband's or my old boyfriends."

"It's not my cock that’s superior." Kerry had crawled to him now
and he was slapping her face with his cock.

"It isn't?" she asked trying to kiss it.

"No, it's black men that are superior. Beg for it."

"Please let me have some more of your cock. I've never been this
horny and it's the only thing that can satisfy me."

"Call me master, you whore and I'll see that you get all the
superior black cock you can handle."

"Thank you, master." Mustafa quit moving it around and allowed
her to take the head in her mouth she tasted his sperm and her
juices on his cock.

"What's your name?" Mustafa pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Ker..."

"Shut the fuck up. It's now slut. You answer to slut now.
Understand?"

"Yes master."

"Now suck my cock, slut."

Kerry licked around the head of his cock. He yanked it out again
and held it up, thrusting his grossly deformed balls in her face.
Kerry licked both the large one and the small one before he let
her have the shaft again. Kerry eagerly took it in her mouth,
afraid he would pull it back again. She craved his huge cock in
her pussy, but she also wanted him in her mouth. Luckily, the
problem solved itself. Half of Mustafa's cock was shoved down her
throat as Jerome returned, thrusting his cock into her pussy.

Kerry's huge, pendulous breasts swung as Jerome slammed his cock
in and out of her pussy. Each thrust pushed more of Mustafa's
cock down her throat. She couldn't show Mustafa's penis the
respect it deserved with Jerome pounding her pussy, so she just
waited for Jerome to cum.

Eventually Jerome did cum, filling her pussy with another load of
sperm and triggering another orgasm. When she had come down from
her orgasmic high, Kerry started worshiping the big cock shoved
down her throat.

Mustafa kept his big hand on her head controlling the speed of
her downward thrusts. When he felt the sperm churning in his
balls, he removed his hand and with both hands reached under her
and grabbed her nipples. Mustafa squeezed her nipples between his
fingers and he began stroking them. Milk squirted out, hitting
the stage. "Look Jerome, I'm milking her, just like she's milking
my caaahock," screamed Mustafa, pumping her mouth full of sperm.
The amount caught Kerry off guard and she reared her head
catching the second wad full in the face. It wasn't a strand or a
few drops, it was as if a shot glass full of cum was tossed on
her face. She regained control and clamped her lips over the tip
catching and swallowing the subsequent wads.

"I gotta try some of that," said Jerome crawling on his back
under her and taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Soon he was
sucking on it with more gusto then her daughter had shown. Jerome
took his mouth off and milk sprayed out covering the black man's
chest. Drips ran along the muscle ridges on his chest.

"More," begged Kerry stroking the last drop of sperm from
Mustafa's cock.

"You want more, you got it, slut," said Mustafa.

Kerry heard applause and looked up. Four black men as muscular as
Jerome were watching the show. They started stripping as she
watched.

More car doors were slamming outside as the black men climbed on
the stage.

It took about a dozen black men to quench the fires burning in
her pussy. At one point, Kerry had a cock in ass, pussy, mouth
and one in each hand. Her thighs and crotch were red and sore,
but thankfully her pussy continued to produce lubricant and
became so full of sperm, she had no trouble taking them all. She
fucked every one of them, had half fuck her ass, and the other
half filled her belly with so much cum, she thought she might
vomit.

Some of the blacks were skinny, some fat, some had cocks so small
she didn't even feel them after Mustafa and Jerome. Obviously, it
wasn't true that all black men were well hung, but when they were
big they were really big.

Near dawn, Kerry felt herself being carried out of the building,
and opened her eyes to see Debbie and Sheri supporting her. Where
Kerry was sore and exhausted, the other two girls looked radiant.
Kerry had been laying in a pool of sperm and felt bad for getting
Deb's car dirty, but her friends were almost as covered as she
was. Sheri returned to the bar to retrieve Kerry's clothes and
then they drove off to Deb's apartment in New York to clean up.
Amazingly, Kerry was horny again before they even reached the
city. She briefly wondered what had happened to Alisa.


Part 4: Alisa


"Hic, oops excuse me," said Alisa trying to suppress the hiccups.
For the first time in her life, she had loosened up a little and
gotten drunk. It was also the last time she would loosen up as
she was getting married in three days. "Yoush two shure you don't
mind taking me home?"

"Not at all," said Marcus grinning at her. He was driving the
car. His buddy Darren had gotten in the back seat with her for
some reason. "It's no trouble."

"That's right," added Darren, "one of our duties is to escort the
dancers home, so why not you? You lost your ride and are too
drunk to drive anyway."

All three were dripping wet from running to Marcus' car in the
rain. It was raining even harder now. "I can't thank you enough.
You're real gentlemen to help a woman in dishdress..in
disstresh..in trouble."

"Our pleasure," said Marcus.

"And yours," added Darren.

The two black men laughed at that, but Alisa didn't get it. She
sat back and looked at her saviors. Both black men wore goatees
and were bald. They were both masses of muscles, even more so
then Lamar and Leon. Marcus had dark black skin while Darren was
lighter. She couldn't help glancing down to see if they had
bulges. They did. She could see the outlines of two huge cocks
running down their pants legs.

"See something you like?" asked Darren catching her staring at
his bulge.

Alisa blushed. "You two look as big ash the schtrippers I shaw
tonight."

"We're black aren't we?" asked Marcus.

"Are all blacksh big?" she asked.

"Of course," said Darren. "That's why black men make better
lovers."

Yesterday, she wouldn't have believed him, but today after seeing
four hung black men at the bar and knowing that Debbie and even
married Sheri were sleeping with black men at this moment,
convinced her. She wondered where Kerry was? One thing was for
sure, her bigoted friend wasn't with a black man.

Alisa turned to look at the road, but the oncoming headlights
were blurry and made her dizzy. She found her attention being
drawn back to the black men's crotches. She had an overwhelming
desire to see what they were packing. "If I tip yoush, will you
let me shee your penises?"

"We ain't strippers," said Marcus and Alisa felt her hopes sink,
but he added, "You can see ours for free."

"But we don't have penises," added Darren. "We have cocks, big
black cocks. White men have little penises. Ask us to show you
our big black cocks."

"May I shee your big black cocksh?" Alisa asked delighted that
this wasn't going to cost her anything. She needed all her money
for the wedding and honeymoon.

Darren went first, unzipping his pants and raising his hips to
pull them off. He wore briefs so overstretched, the material
looked thinned, but she couldn't tell as the car was too dark.
Darren flipped his briefs down, and his cock sprang up at half
mast. He gave the tip a couple tugs and soon it grew to its full
length around thirteen inches.

Alisa leaned down in the dark car for a closer look. "Dear god,
it's as thick as a coke can."

That wasn't much of an exaggeration. He often had to follow after
another "enhanced" just to get it in a smaller woman‘s pussy.
Women never recovered from Darren's cock. After him, many
couldn't even feel some of the smaller nine-ten inch "enhanced"
until their pussy slowly closed up months later. His balls were
splayed out and looked like two of the fortune telling eight
balls that children played with. They produced excessive amounts
of sperm and Darren had once measured a typical orgasm of his by
filling up a 20oz coke bottle. He had overflowed the bottle. For
some reason, he also was finding that he was extremely fertile.

"You'd better take mine out since I'm driving," called Marcus
from the front. She was reluctant to take her eyes off Darren's
monstrous cock, but she did want to see what Marcus was packing.

Alisa reached around to the front of the car and fumbled with the
buttons on Marcus' jeans. "Hurry up," he said, "before it gets
hard and runs down my pant leg. It can get very uncomfortable."
Alisa hurried with the zipper. "Faster, it's stiffening." Alisa
reached in and yanked it out, feeling it swelling up in her hand.
Alisa stared in awe at Marcus' big horse cock. It was longer then
Darren's, around fifteen inches long and very thick, but not as
thick as Darren's cock.

Marcus had one of the biggest cocks on record. He had been big
before enhancement at just over eight inches, now it stayed that
big soft. Both he and Darren were newly enhanced and still
finding out what their bodies were capable of. They were now
being classified as mega hung. The other "enhanced" saw them as
natural leaders and they were both going places in the company.
The bouncer job was just temporary until new assignments came in.
   "You can touch mine too," said Darren.

Alisa had never released Marcus' cock from her grip. Her hand had
been hefting and stroking it. She brought her left hand over to
Darren's cock and squeezed it too. She was holding two of the
biggest cocks in the world. She felt honored.

The confined car filled with the smell of their huge cocks. The
smell assaulted her brain insinuating its way into every thought.
They had the same hold on her as Lamar's cock had, only trapped
in the car the odor was more powerful. Alisa felt the tape she
used to cover her nipples stretching as they tried to harden and
her crotch was getting wet. Her crotch had never gotten wet. Todd
had to coat his penis with lotion to get it in her. She felt
sorry for the two black men. Their cocks were so swollen, they
had to hurt. They needed to cum real bad and they needed her
help, but she was engaged and in love.

Marcus pulled into a motel and pulled his cock out of her hands
as he got out. He walked over to the lobby and started talking to
the desk clerk, an older black man. He soon returned, and though
her eyes couldn't focus on it, it appeared he hadn't put his cock
away even when talking to the clerk. "Where are we?" she asked.

"We're getting a motel room."

"I thought you were taking me home?"

"We will in the morning. You live too far to drive tonight and
it's raining too hard. I'm also tired and probably shouldn't be
driving."

"I'm tired too," said Darren, yawning and grinning at her.

"I shee," she replied slurring, still a little drunk. Seeing
their cocks had seemed to have a sobering effect on her. Darren
helped her out and she took a big whiff of fresh air. It was
pouring rain now, but the fresh air helped clear her head of
impure thoughts. Another minute in the car and she wasn't sure
what she would have done. Their cocks seemed to draw her like
magnets. They ran through the rain to the room.

Marcus unlocked the door and they entered the room It only had
one king-sized bed. "Where will I sleep?" asked Alisa.

"We're all taking the bed. We're all adults here," said Darren
removing his shirt. Marcus was already topless and working on his
pants. Both men had the torso's of Greek gods only with black
skin.

Their giant cocks sprang free as their pants came off. They
hadn't shrank an inch. These men were more muscular and better
hung then any others she had seen tonight.

"You'd better get out of those wet clothes before you catch
cold," said Marcus. He ripped open her bulky blouse, sending
buttons flying everywhere.

"Wait," she said. "I can't, I've nothing to wear." Marcus pulled
the destroyed blouse up over her head, covering her mouth and
muffling her voice. Hands were undoing her ankle-length skirt
which fell to floor. Voices said, "They look like my grandma's
panties." "Shit, this is one hot looking bitch." Something cold
and metallic touched her skin near her panties and ripped up. Her
panties stretched out then fell off her. The knife moved up to
her bra and cut the strap securing her breasts. Alisa had large,
firm breasts that rivaled Debbie's. Her bra's were designed to
conceal them as much as possible as she was uncomfortable showing
off her body. "Look at this shit, she covers her nipples." The
bandages covering her nipples were ripped off and a muffled
"ouch" came from Alisa under the shirt. Her two, puffy, inch-long
nipples sprang free. They were the longest, thickest, nipples
either black man had seen. She covered them to keep from poking
out her clothes and embarrassing her. Alisa was built like a
cartoon slut.

Alisa struggled and pulled the blouse over her head. She stood
nude, these men seeing more of her then anyone else had,
including her fiancé. They had completely stripped her in less
then a minute. "I say Alisa," said Marcus. "You are one of the
hottest women, I've ever seen."

"Yeah," added Darren. "Your body is incredible. Why do you try to
hide it?"

"It's embarrassing." She was blushing from head to toe. "Look how
big they are." She hefted her breasts just under her nipples "You
can't possibly find these attractive." Both their cocks spasmed
as she held up her breasts. They were  perfectly formed and her
nipples were so long she could lick them herself.

"We should hurry and get to bed," said Darren. He was staring at
her body with as much awe as she had stared-and was still
staring- at his cock. It filled her with self confidence to see
how these men were reacting to her.

"I don't think it appropriate to sleep nude together," she said.
"I'm to be married in three..no two days now." It was late in the
morning.

"You're right but there aren't any more rooms available."

"I didn't see many cars in the parking lot."

"They're remodeling. I tell you what though, for proprieties
sake, we'll face different directions. Hop in."

Alisa sat on the bed. She had been planning on squeezing in on
the edge, but Marcus and Darren swiftly moved in on either side
of her trapping her between their bodies.

They were gentlemen and let her recline in the normal position,
while they put their heads where you normally put your feet.
Their bulky bodies took up most of the bed, tightly wedging her
between them. Her bare flesh was constantly rubbing against
theirs. She was facing Darren and his thick cock was poking her
forehead. She thought she'd feel more comfortable if they turned
out the lights, but she also wanted the opportunity to examine
his cock up close. Darren stretched, his cock sliding down her
face as he did so.

Alisa flipped over only to find herself in the same predicament.
Marcus' longer cock extended farther down her forehead. "Can you
two slide down some more, your cocks are in my face."

Marcus grabbed her legs and pulled her down instead of sliding
down himself. She was now staring at his six pack abs. Much
better, she thought until Marcus let out a big yawn. His tongue
flickered between her legs and over the nub on her pussy. A jolt
of electricity seemed to run up her spine at his touch.

Alisa struggled to climb back up, only to find her face was in
his crotch again. She slid back down, and sure enough, he yawned
again. This time his tongue seemed to lick up the nub. Another
jolt went up her spine. Alisa flipped over and Darren yawned. His
tongue felt large and prehensile, curling around the tip of her
pussy before slipping away.

Alisa didn't know what to do. She turned back over and Marcus let
out a big yawn. It lapped the tip a couple times and it felt so
good, she stifled a moan. She could still feel it on the tip,
like he was sticking his tongue out. Her hips, involuntarily
moved forward, so that his tongue slid across her. Alisa's legs
parted and she started thrusting her hips more excitedly. She was
fucking his extended tongue now. With that, Marcus grabbed her
legs and spread them wider as he buried his face in her pussy.

It was disgusting, but nothing had ever felt so good. She knew it
was wrong, but each flicker of his tongue sent shockwaves of
pleasure radiating out from her pussy. It felt so good she
couldn't gather the strength to push him away. Marcus moved his
arm and Alisa felt one beefy finger push its way into her vagina.
The tip started rubbing around a spot deep in her pussy and
Alisa's hips began bucking uncontrollably.

It happened when Marcus sucked on her clit. Alisa was still
writhing with pleasure from the movement of his finger. Marcus
placed his lips on her clit and sucked inward. The explosions
started in her pussy and radiated outward. Alisa had never had
one of course, only making love to Todd several times and he was
as inexperienced as she was. It was her first orgasm and it was
incredible. Her pussy seemed to squeeze his finger only to
balloon up again. It felt like a series of firecrackers going off
one after the other.

Alisa was still spasming from the orgasm when she felt her ass
cheeks being pulled apart by Darren. His tongue slid down her ass
crack and around her anus. Alisa didn't have time to object or be
disgusted, she was too busy moaning to speak. By the time she
recovered from the orgasm, Darren was pushing his tongue into her
ass hole and it actually felt good. Marcus was still sucking on
her clit while fingering her and the additional sensations in her
ass had another orgasm exploding from her pussy within seconds of
the first. Alisa reared her head and found herself staring at
Marcus' bulbous cock-head. She followed her first instinct, which
was to stretch her neck towards his cock. He was so tall that she
could barely reach, but she did manage to kiss the head as a way
of saying thanks. When she recovered from the second orgasm, she
couldn't believe she had kissed the thing a man peed from, and a
black stranger at that, but it had felt completely natural to
her.

"Next time, you take the ass," said Darren to Marcus.

"That felt incredible," said Alisa, stretching

"You ready to try what your friends are having?" asked Darren.

"No, I can't cheat on my fiancé, but thank you anyway." Alisa was
lying on her back, feeling their big cock heads touching her
hair. She was beginning to understand why her friends hadn't been
able to resist the black men. She would forgive Sheri for the sin
of adultery.

Suddenly, Marcus jumped off the bed. "Ow, ow, ow," he said
limping around the room.

"What's wrong?" asked Alisa sitting up.

"Charley horse."

"Can I help?"

"Yes, can you massage my leg for me?"

"Of course."

Marcus pulled her to her feet and sat on the bed. He spread his
legs as she kneeled at his feet and began rubbing his calf. This
put her at Eye level with his crotch. She stared at his huge
erect phallus as she kneeled at his feet. The head bobbed before
her eyes as she massaged his leg.

"Did you enjoy having your pussy eaten?" asked Marcus.

"Yes, I loved it." Alisa rubbed his leg harder. His leg was so
muscular it was like rubbing a rock. "I hope my fiancé will do
it."

"White boys don't like to eat pussy. They're too prissy. Now
massage my thigh."

"My Toddy will do anything for me," she said working her hands up
to his thighs. Though Marcus was right, Todd was prissy and she
couldn't picture him doing what Marcus had just done.

Moving her hands up to his thighs, put her lips closer to his
bobbing Cock head and one of her hands against his balls. The
smell coming off his cock was delicious, even after coming twice
she was still horny and smelling it seemed to make her hornier.
"Why don't you heft my balls?" ordered Marcus. Alisa obeyed
feeling how heavy they were. "Why did you kiss my cock, Alisa?"

Alisa blushed. "I don't know why I did it. I just felt so good, I
wanted to thank you. It felt right."

"I could barely feel it. Could you thank me again?"

Alisa nodded. Her left hand moved over to the base of his cock
and held it steady while her right hand still massaged his balls.
She puckered up and kissed the crown, being careful to avoid the
white stuff leaking out from the tip. "Thank you," she said
before kissing it again. She let her kiss linger a little, while
she inhaled his scent through her nose.

"You know it's customary to return the favor."

"What do you mean?" she asked, she had removed her lips, but
still held his cock. She found herself reluctant to release it.

"I made you cum with my mouth, so you have to do the same for
me."

"Oh, I couldn't do that. It sounds so dirty." Alisa felt her
nipples hurting, they were hard with excitement at the thought.
"Plus, I can't cheat."

"Oral sex isn't cheating. Besides, your fiancé will love it and
if you do a real good job, he might just eat your pussy as good
as we did. Don't you want to have your pussy eaten again?"

"Yes, I want that very much."

"The trick is to do such a good job that he'll do anything for
you for another one. However, you need to do a good job and that
takes practice."

"I can practish on you!

"Smart girl. You can start by licking all over  it. Start with
the head and work your way down."

It sounded like a great idea to her. Between the alcohol and the
smell coming off Marcus' cock, Alisa's thoughts were clouded. She
couldn't think clearly and found it easier to let him do her
thinking for her. Alisa stuck her tongue out and licked around
the crown.

"Lick everywhere," ordered Marcus.

Alisa had been avoiding the pre-cum flowing out his pee-slit. She
sighed and moved her tongue over it, lapping up his juice. There
was so much of it, it had been hard to avoid anyway, but then a
cock this big needed a lot of lubrication. It didn't taste bad at
all and her tongue pushed into his pee-slit trying to get more.
His cock spasmed as she teased the head.

"Now the shaft."

Alisa nodded and moved her tongue down his rod. She licked every
ridge, every bump, and every puffy blue vein as she coated the
shaft with saliva.

"Don't forget the balls."

Alisa licked the underside of his cock down to his scrotum. His
balls were bigger then tennis balls and only looked small
compared with the monsters dangling between Darren's legs. She
licked around his left testicle and then the right.

"Now it's time to see how good a cock sucker you are. Put the
head in your mouth and try to see how much you can swallow."

Alisa pulled a pubic hair off her tongue and licked back up his
shaft. She stretched her mouth wide and took him inside. She
gagged as soon as it touched the back of her throat.

"Take it easy baby. Relax. Take a little at a time and breathe
through your nose. Remember, do a good job on me and your
husband's little white penis will be a breeze."

Alisa hadn't even thought of her fiancé she was too intent on
serving Marcus. She couldn't even think how Todd must compare to
Marcus, half as big, a third? She hadn't seen it, only felt him
inside her in the dark. Marcus' thumb was probably bigger.

Alisa tried again relaxing her throat and breathing through her
nose. This time she took the tip in her throat before she had to
pull out. She tried again and again, each time taking a little
more until it felt like the head was in her belly. She was crying
and trying not to gag.

"Come on baby, don't over do it," said Marcus. "It takes practice
and you'll never be able to get it all. Just suck on what your
comfortable with and jerk off the rest."

Alisa nodded. She was crying because she feared she was failing
at this and Marcus wouldn't be happy with her. She began bobbing
her head over just half of his cock while stroking the rest with
both hands.

Marcus reached over her head and took her hair band off allowing
her hair to cascade over her shoulders and back. "You have
beautiful hair. Never wear it up," he ordered

Alisa continued sucking and stroking him. From time to time, she
had to rest, but she continued licking the head while catching
her breath. Eventually, the steel shaft in her mouth and hands
began to grow. The head swelled up even bigger and the veins
hardened. Marcus placed his hand on the back of her head, keeping
his cock in her throat.

His grunt warned her first. Then his cock seemed to recoil and
shoot forward jerking in her throat. His hot seed flowed down her
throat into her belly. He was slowly withdrawing it and as the
head entered her mouth, her throat closed up behind it. Alisa's
mouth immediately filled up with sperm until her cheeks bulged
out and it dribbled down her chin.

Alisa swallowed, choking. She fell on all fours,  sperm pouring
out of her mouth. She gagged at the amount. Another, equally
large wad splattered across her back and hair. She swallowed what
she could and brought her mouth up to his cock head again
catching the third wave in her face. Her lips clamped down over
the tip in time to swallow several mouthfuls.

Alisa kneeled between this incredible man's legs, with the head
of a huge fifteen inch dark black cock in her mouth, swallowing
his seed. She looked up at his muscular chest and handsome face
staring down at her. A strange feeling came over her. It was a
sense of belonging as if she knew her place in the universe and
had discovered her purpose in life.

His cock finally softened and went limp in her mouth, though it
remained at least ten inches long. Alisa reluctantly pulled her
lips off it.

"Not fair, you gotta get me off too," said Darren. "I'll never be
able to sleep with this thing so hard."

"There's no way, I'll be able to swallow that thing," Alisa
replied, but she was already licking her lips at the thought of
more sperm, even though her belly felt full.

"You gotta do it. I helped get you off."

"Let me go clean up first." Alisa went to the bathroom and used a
washcloth to wipe the sperm off her face that she couldn't reach
with her tongue. She cleaned off what she could on her back and
in her hair. It was like a completely different woman staring
back at her from the mirror. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyes
were red, but she was glowing. The person looking back at her was
an exciting sexual being, not what she was used to seeing.

She walked back to the bedroom naked, a previously unknown sway
finding its way to her hips. Darren was now sitting on the bed
with his erect, coke-can thick cock sticking out from his crotch.
"Marcus said you were pretty good. Lets see if you can handle
this."

"Yeah bro," said Marcus, "what she lacks in experience she makes
up with enthusiasm."

My god! thought Alisa. I was showing enthusiasm. What am I doing?
It must be the booze, this isn't me. Before she could think any
more, Darren had grabbed her hips and was pulling her down. She
fell to her knees and looked cross-eyed down his thick black log.
There was no way she could take that in her mouth. Alisa wrapped
her right hand around the base, amazed by the fact that there was
a four inch gap between her fingers. Impatient, Darren placed one
large hand around the back of her head and pulled forwards.

Alisa started licking around the head, willingly lapping up the
pre-cum this time. Her tongue teased his pee-slit, then slid
around the crown. She was moaning with satisfaction by the time
her tongue had made it to the base. She did show enthusiasm
sucking these men off. She actually enjoyed it!

Alisa returned to the head and stretched her jaw wide. Her tongue
twirled around the head as it entered her mouth. He continued
forward and his cock entered her throat. Alisa jerked back as she
found herself choking. She relaxed and tried again. This time she
took a little in her throat. Something she probably couldn't have
done without having just sucked off Marcus. Alisa took an inch
and choked again. She kept trying, but could never take more then
several inches down her throat. These huge cocks were making her
tonsils sore. "I'm sorry, you're just too thick for me to do this
properly. Can I just stroke you off?"

"No, I got a better idea. Get up on the bed and lay on your
back."

Alisa stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She had
no idea what he intended, but she climbed on the bed anyway. She
held her legs tightly shut to protect her purity, though every
instinct screamed at her to spread them wide for this dominant
male to take her.

Darren walked to the bathroom and looked in the bowl of
toiletries. This room was one of the special ones in the motel
reserved for E&I employees. Hidden webcams were aimed at the
shower and bed covering them from several angles with various
zooms. Over a hundred people were watching this live and over a
thousand would download it later. Instead of the standard shampoo
and conditioner, the toiletry bowl was stocked with ky jelly,
motion lotion, and other assorted oils. He grabbed a tube of ky
and returned to the bedroom.

Marcus was lying beside Alisa caressing her breasts and belly
when Darren returned to the room. Amazingly, Marcus' cock was
hard again. Darren climbed on the bed and straddled her legs.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to titty fuck you." Darren climbed on the bed and
straddled her. A submissive thrill caused her to shiver with
excitement as she looked up at his huge cock and muscular chest.
 Darren had a small bottle in his hand and he emptied it along
the shaft of his cock. He started rubbing the lotion around the
head. "Here, let me do that," said Alisa reaching up to grab his
cock. She ran her hands along it, coating it completely with the
lotion. In fact, she was reluctant to stop and started jerking
him off.

Darren let her stroke him for awhile before shouting, "Enough."
He pulled her hands off his cock and bent them around so that
they wiped against the insides of her breasts. "Pull my cock down
and place it between your breasts."

Alisa grabbed the tip of Darren's cock and pulled down amazed at
the amount of strength she had to put into it to move the big
thing. She pulled it down to her chest and Darren squeezed her
breasts together engulfing his cock. It was so big, the head
reached her neck. If it had been Marcus, she probably could have
taken the tip in her mouth.

Darren started thrusting his hips and Alisa watched fascinated as
his big bulbous cock head slid down, disappearing between her
breasts only to spring forward again. Darren increased the pace
and was soon rapidly bucking his hips. She could feel his huge
balls splayed out on her belly and wandered how much sperm they
must hold.

"You squeeze them together, bitch," he said and Alisa raised her
hands up to squeeze her breasts together so that he could fuck
them. Darren had wanted his hands free to play with her nipples.
Alisa's areolas were puffy and the size of half-dollars, but it
was her nipples which fascinated men the most. They were fat,
inch long miniature cocks, almost always hard, and extremely
sensitive. Darren squeezed both her nipples between his thumbs
and forefingers. He pulled them roughly, stretching them out, but
it felt good and Alisa started moaning.

Alisa's moans turned to cries of delight when Marcus inserted his
finger back in her pussy. She tried desperately to raise her hips
into Marcus' finger, but Darren's weight held her immobile. Her
moans turned to ones of frustration.

Marcus rose up on his knees beside her and her hand automatically
grabbed his cock without taking her eyes off Darren's cock.
Darren's hand moved in where hers had been to keep her breasts
squeezed tightly around his thrusting cock. Was it her
imagination, or did it look bigger. Darren's torso glistened with
sweat now and he was grunting rhythmically. Alisa's legs were
spread wide open now, trying to thrust up into Marcus' finger
while her hand was still wrapped around his cock, stroking it.

Marcus pulled his finger out and suddenly jabbed two fingers deep
into her pussy just as Darren thrust his cock forward and held it
there. Alisa watched as the pee-slit opened. It wasn't a strand
or a wad of cum, so much as it was a wave that fanned out from
the tip. She screamed in orgasm just as his sperm splattered from
her forehead to her neck. A lot got in her mouth and she bent her
chin down opening her mouth wide to catch the second wave. She
did, swallowing a mouthful.

Darren wasn't happy with her just swallowing his sperm, he liked
to baptize his sluts with it. He pulled back and jerked his third
wad out onto her tits. His third wad was as much as Marcus'
first.

Darren dismounted her body and kneeled on the other side of her
from Marcus. He blew another load on her belly and then moved up
towards her face bending his cock down towards her lips. He
jerked his cock off into her mouth and she sucked up the last of
his sperm like a baby on a bottle.

Marcus was still fingering her and she felt another orgasm
approaching just as he pulled his finger out. She let go of his
cock and sat up, wanting his finger back, but too ashamed to ask
for it.

Alisa climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up.
She was covered in sperm and turned the shower on. This was going
to take awhile. She was still horny. Marcus' finger had brought
her to the brink of orgasm just before he pulled out. Her own
finger found its way between her legs several times before she
got out of the shower, but she was too inexperienced to please
herself. Alisa spent a long time cleaning up. Sperm seemed to
become stringy when wet and was difficult to get it all off.

When she returned to the bed. The two black men were fast asleep
on top the mattress. They had stripped off the soiled covers and
were sleeping on either end of the bed. Marcus cock was still
hard and seemed to twitch every now and then. Amazingly, Darren's
seemed to have hardened a little again too.

Alisa crawled between them in the right direction this time. She
didn't want her face in their crotches again, she couldn't trust
herself anymore to keep her mouth off them. She faced Marcus,
staring into his handsome face as he slept. He moved his arm up
and placed his hand on her hip. She didn't object, in fact a
shiver of excitement rose up her spine at his touch.

Marcus' hand remained there for several minutes, then it slowly
caressed down her leg and around to her butt cheek. He squeezed
her cheek and then pulled her tightly in his arms. Her body
crushed up against him, her tits mashing into his chest. She had
never felt this protected or meek in Toddy's arms. "Missed you
baby," he murmured in his sleep.

Marcus' hand moved from her ass cheek to her thigh and lifted her
leg up, pushing his cock in between them. "Marcus," she said
softly, trying to wake him. He didn't budge and Alisa felt a
shiver of pleasure as his hard shaft slid back and forth along
her labia. "MARCUS," she said louder this time and shaking him,
but he still didn't wake up.

Marcus groaned in his sleep. He had pulled his cock back so that
the tip was dangerously close to entering her pussy. He rolled
over on top of her, his weight forcing her legs to open wide.
Alisa could feel his big cock head forcing its way between her
labia and entering her. She looked over at Darren. The other
black man was wide awake and watching her. Marcus turned her head
up to his and mashed his broad lips down against hers. She
struggled for a second, but soon found her own tongue pushing
into his mouth while the tip of his cock moved around in her
pussy. It felt incredibly good to be in the arms of such a strong
man. The fat cock head moving around in her pussy felt too good
to stop, in fact her legs were automatically opening wider to
receive more of it.

"Gawd Damn, this is one tight pussy," growled Marcus. "You a
virgin?"

"No," she moaned. "Though it feels like the first time." This was
what sex was supposed to feel like. This was the reason she had
given in and let Todd make love to her, only that had been
unsatisfying. The was the kind of sex described in her cheesy
romance novels, being possessed and dominated by a well-built man
and the feelings were coming from a black stranger. With that
realization, Alisa wrapped her legs around Marcus' ass and
squeezed, trying to pull his cock in deeper.

Marcus took the hint and began bucking his hips, forcing more of
his cock in with each thrust. Alisa's nails dug into his back as
she came for the first time with less then half his cock inside
her. Alisa began raising her hips to match his thrusts, growling
and moaning as he fucked her. Marcus arched his back and looked
down at her. Gone forever was the shy, overdressed, conservative
young woman. She now looked like a wanton slut, comfortable with
her body and sexuality. Alisa was fucking him back with all she
had. "Beg me to fuck you," he growled.

"Fuck me, Marcus. Gimme that big black cock. I love it. I love
your cock. Fuck me."

Marcus sat up, kneeling and grabbed her legs under her knees. He
held her legs spread wide as he pounded his prick in and out of
her pussy. No woman had ever taken his entire fifteen inches, but
Alisa took more then most, around thirteen. She thrashed around
like a bitch in heat screaming and moaning as orgasm after orgasm
shook her body. Darren kneeled by her face pushing his cock down
towards her lips. She was too overwhelmed to suck on it, but she
slobbered all over the head with her tongue between orgasms.

Her tight pussy and her big nipples were driving Marcus crazy.
This was the hottest bitch he had ever fucked. Her pussy was
milking his cock. It felt so good, he wasn't even going to last a
half hour. He thrut his cock, bellowing as the sperm emptied from
his balls.

Alisa froze staring at his with disbelief as his sperm filed her
pussy. Her belly was undulating, her eyes rolled back in her
head, and she screamed as the biggest orgasm yet exploded from
her pussy causing her to pass out.

Alisa woke up to a growing pain in her pussy. She opened her eyes
to see Darren stuffing his thick cock in her pussy. "My god,
you'll kill me with that thing."

"Just relax, you can take it." Darren pushed feeling her pussy
lips spreading apart for him.

Alisa was amazed at her own vaginas elasticity in accommodating
him. Her labia opened wide for the huge cock head and she moaned
as the thick ridge scraped across her clit. There was another
moments pain as the thick part under the head slid inside her.
Darren kept pushing more in. Alisa could feel every ridge, bump,
and vein on Darren's huge cock. If she hadn't already fucked
Marcus, there would be no way she could take Darren's thick
shaft. Now her pussy seemed to be stretching wide around Darren's
cock, molding itself to his size. Alisa wondered if her pussy
would ever return to normal. She was breathing like a woman
giving birth as he buried his entire cock inside her. She knew it
was just over a foot long, but it felt like he was shoving a
baseball bat in her pussy.

Darren held his cock still until he felt her juices dripping down
his balls, then he knew she was ready. "Get on all fours, slut,"
he ordered pulling his cock out.

Alisa felt empty without his cock and she quickly rolled over and
got up on all fours. Darren stood beside the bed, grabbed her
hips, and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where he quickly
reinserted his cock. He began pumping his hips so fast, his balls
were stinging her thighs. Alisa had never fucked in this position
and she found it primal. Darren was treating her like a slut
using her solely for his pleasure and she loved it. That’s when
the orgasms started coming again.

Marcus sat up on the bed and kneeled before her. His cock was
soft and dangled like a thick black banana, swinging before her
face. Alisa kissed it and took the head in her mouth. It quickly
hardened again as big and firm as it had the first time she had
touched it. Darren's thrusts pushed her into Marcus' cock and
soon she was deep throating him.

They fucked and sucked like this for a long time before she felt
a stab of pain in her pussy again Darren's cock was swelling as
he approached orgasm. With one final thrust he buried it, holding
it still as the first wave of sperm assaulted her womb. Alisa
choked on Marcus's cock as she had her most powerful orgasm yet.

Luckily, it was nowhere near her time or the continuous waves of
sperm bombarding her womb would surely have gotten her pregnant.
Darren's cock acted like a cork keeping her uterus full of sperm.
Alisa would need their cocks again and knew the future held black
babies for her unless she went on birth control. There was no way
she would ever make them wear a condom. Her slut nature had been
awakened and she needed to feel their cum squirting into her
pussy. Strangely, the thought of carrying a black baby didn't
disgust her like it should.

Darren pulled his cock out and his sperm flowed into the vacuum,
pouring out of her pussy. He shot a last wad on her back and
smacked his cock across her ass. It was still hard! "I want you
to ride me," he said. Marcus pulled his cock out of her mouth and
grinned as he got off the bed. His long cock glistened with her
saliva as he took it out of her mouth's reach.

Darren pushed her out of the way and laid down on the bed. He
held is cock up for her. Alisa felt whole again as she lowered
herself down his shaft. She tried to ride him, but was too weak.
Strangely, he didn't seem in much of a hurry. Darren pulled her
forward so that her nipples and breasts mashed into his chest.
His big hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. She
quickly realized why Marcus hadn't been upset when the blow job
ended prematurely. He was getting ready to fuck her ass.

Her saliva wasn't good enough, so Marcus had grabbed some motion
lotion from the bathroom. He nearly emptied the bottle on his
shaft and squirted the rest on the cute little rosebud  Darren
was holding open for him. He pushed down watching her ass slowly
yield and open for his cock. Alisa groaned and tried to crawl up
Darren's body to escape the anal pain. Marcus kept right on
pushing and Darren took the opportunity to suck on her nipples
until she gave in. Marcus forced about ten inches inside and held
it still until her ass relaxed and he began pumping.

Alisa couldn't believe how stuffed she felt sandwiched between
the two men. Darren began bucking his hips under her when Marcus
started moving. Her ass grew warm from the friction and she
thought Marcus might have cum, but it kept heating up. The two
black men took turns alternately pumping and then slamming both
their cocks in her at once. The combined stimulation and the heat
in her ass had her cumming again. These men were so skilled, she
thought they might have done this before, but what were the odds?

They fucked for a long time, but eventually both men came within
seconds of each other triggering her to have her own mind blowing
orgasm. As both her pussy and ass filled with sperm, Alisa had an
epiphany. She realized she was their slave, both her mind and her
body belonged to them. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do to
please them. She serviced them all night until around dawn when
Darren decided there was still one place he hadn't marked with
his cum...her ass.

Alisa crammed the corner of the pillow in her mouth to keep from
screaming. Darren had forced the head of his cock in her already
overstretched ass hole. He hadn't been able to get the whole
thing in, it was just too thick. "Here slut, you make it cum in
your ass," said Darren grabbing her hand and forcing it behind
her back.

Alisa grabbed it and began stroking his shaft. It was difficult
and she had to switch arms several times, but eventually it began
to swell. "Jesus Darren, you're ripping me in two." His cock head
had grown even bigger as he approached orgasm. Alisa could feel
the pee-slit opening as he came. Her ass was quickly filling with
his hot seed as she passed out from sheer exhaustion.

**********

Alisa woke up splayed out in the middle of the bed. Her head
hurt, her pussy hurt, her ass hurt, and her jaw was sore, but she
felt liberated, reborn. She sat up, but Marcus and Darren were
gone as were their clothes. She peeked out the window. Their car
was gone too. They had abandoned her.

Alisa picked up the phone and tried Debbie's cell phone. Debbie
answered sounding groggy and as tired as Alisa felt. Her friend
said, she'd pick Alisa up in an hour after Alisa figured out
where she was. That’s when Alisa glanced at the clock and saw it
was after two in the afternoon. She had important errands to run
for the wedding and she was still two hours drive from home. Her
entire day was shot.

Alisa got up and took a long shower. She walked back into the
room and found her clothes were in tatters. Her blouse was
ripped, her underwear had been cut off her body, only her skirt
was intact.

Right on time, she heard a car honk outside and leaned out the
door with a towel wrapped around her to get Deb's attention. "My
clothes are ruined, can I wear something of yours?"

Deb nodded. Soon she was walking into the motel room. "This is
all I have and I know you won't wear it."

Alisa looked at the tight cut off shorts and halter. "It'll do."

Deb watched amazed as Alisa dropped the towel revealing her body
for the first time. Debbie felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw
the flawless, voluptuous, perfection of her friend's body.
Jealousy wasn't the only thing she felt. Lamar had gotten her to
eat Sheri's pussy last night and she felt an urge to go down on
Alisa too. Alisa was simply gorgeous. Deb hadn't even  seen her
with her hair down before and her wet hair clung to Alisa's face
and shoulders giving her a wanton, sexual look.

Debbie reached out and lifted a strand of Alisa's hair. It was
wadded with dried sperm. "They got you too, huh?"

"Yes." Alisa was now dressed and didn't seem the least bit
embarrassed by the outfit. Her boobs were even bigger then Deb’s
and stretched out the thin halter. Her nipples were clearly
visible and poking the material out an inch. The halter exposed
Alisa's long sex belly and the shorts were so small on her they
stopped just under her ass cheeks. Not only was Alisa, Deb's
friend, but she was now also a rival.

The two women left the motel room only to be greeted by the old
black clerk. He was wearing a robe even this late in the
afternoon. "What about the bill?" he said.

"I thought my companions paid," said Alisa.

"Nope, and you're checking out so late, you owe me for two
nights. Follow me to my office."

"Meet me at the lobby," Alisa sighed to her friend.

The clerk had watched Alisa all night on the internet and when he
saw the whole car load of sexy bitches, he knew he'd be searching
the E&I website for their debut videos too.

Alisa was a little miffed that Marcus and Darren had stuck her
with the bill. Even more pissed when she realized she didn't have
enough money. It was her batchelorette party and her friends were
supposed to cover everything.

"If you don’t want to pay, you can suck on this." The clerk
opened his robe revealing a pathetic five inch penis, smaller
then her fiancé’s. She fell to her knees automatically, but
laughed as she held it.

"Laugh all you want bitch, my times coming."

Alisa took him in her mouth having know idea what he was talking
about. Odd, Marcus and Darren had said all blacks were hung.
Maybe cocks shrank as they got older? Maybe they had lied?
Anyway, getting the old guy off was a breeze. She found it
unrewarding and realized the rest of her life would be spent with
one this small, but she did love Todd.

The clerk watched her suck him, the skillful slut sucking the
sperm right out of his balls within five minutes. He was in line
to be enhanced soon. Someday, it would be a nice, nine inch cock
the white sluts would be sucking on. He couldn't wait. He could
even star in his own videos.   "What took you so long?" asked
Deb, as Alisa returned to the car.

"I had trouble paying the bill."

Alisa got in the backseat beside Kerry who had her skirt up, legs
spread and was diddling her clit. "She has been like this since
we left the club," said Sheri. Alisa could see Kerry's stretched
pussy and her thighs were red and raw.

"I can't help it," said Kerry, the former bigot. "I want more
black cock."
"I'm going to want more too," said Alisa, the others looking at
her in surprise. "I say we make this a weekly thing. Say, every
Friday, we have girls night out trips to the zebra club.

The others agreed. "Here's to girls night out."

"To girls night out." they all shouted.
"But, what about next Friday?" asked Debbie. "You'll be on your
honeymoon."

"Go without me. I can wait." Alisa didn't want her friends to
know just how big a slut she had become. Her honeymoon was in the
 Bahamas, there's plenty of black cock there. Alisa thought of
the clerk, it was obvious all black men weren't well hung. She'd
just have to keep trying until she found one to satisfy her.

"I don't think I can wait till Friday," said Kerry, still rubbing
her clit. "I need it now. Black cock. I need black cock."

The End

Author’s note: This was a planned story that I incorporated a
fan’s picture into the story. Alisa is based on a real person,
but her background in the story is all fictional.