The Flag Girls Get Fucked 
Copyright 2011 by Stormbringer
Stormbringerstories@gmail.com


The black jeep wrangler bounced as it cruised over the causeway.
There was a loud HONK and the two women in the jeep jumped. Some
college boys in a convertible Mustang moved over into the wrong
traffic lane and pulled up beside the jeep. The guy in front made
kissing faces at the driver of the jeep. A guy in the back seat,
held his thumbs out pointing at himself. Dixie smiled and blew
them a kiss before an oncoming car forced the boys to speed up
and pass them. The guys pulled over in a parking lot just ahead.

“They’re hoping we follow them,” said the driver, Dixie
Meriwether, her long blonde hair trailing behind her in the wind.
They’d taken the top down the moment they rented the jeep to
enjoy the Florida sun.

“I know,” replied her passenger, best friend, and former college
roommate, Rose Clark. “Slow down when we get close.” Dixie slowed
the jeep on the overseas highway without pulling off the road.
“Sorry boys, just got engaged,” shouted Rose. She held her hand
up to show the sparkling diamond ring.

“And I’m married,” added Dixie, holding her own hand up with two
sparkling rings on it. Dixie honked the horn and sped up, leaving
the disappointed boys behind.

“You ready to tell me where we are going yet?” Rose reached up
and pulled her straw cowboy hat down farther over her head to
keep it from blowing off. She was fairer skinned then Dixie and
burned easily, but she still liked the sun. Her reddish brown
hair was tied up in a ponytail behind her head. She wore dark
shades to keep the sun out of her green eyes.

Dixie looked over at her friend. Her blue eyes were hidden by
sunglasses. “Islamorada. We’ll be there soon. It’s a party spot,
pools, beach, dancing. Nearby is a place you can swim with
dolphins. We’ll hang out there over the weekend and explore the
keys the rest of the week. Key West is a blast. Billy Ray took me
there on our honeymoon. I can’t wait to get there.”

“We getting a motel first?”

“Naw,” added Dixie. “We’ll stop and party some first. We should
be there by noon. We can find a place to stay afterwards.”

“If you say so,” replied Rose. She was more of a planner and less
carefree then her friend. Rose needed to have everything mapped
out before she went anywhere.

“Here’s a sign. Islamorada, just a few more miles.” Dixie drove
the remaining miles. She waved as some guys driving the other way
honked at them.

Dixie pulled the jeep over at a parking lot right on the overseas
highway. They could hear steel drum music playing from the resort
area. The island had several motels along the resort, but all had
no-vacancy signs.  Dixie saw her friend glancing at them
nervously. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive back up to Homestead for a
room if we need to. No biggy.”

Rose nodded. She was tired of being on the road and needed to get
out and stretch. Both women lived on opposite sides of Georgia.
She was 27 and Dixie was one year younger. They’d taken trips
together yearly for the last five years, a tradition they started
one spring break in college. This one was ostensibly to celebrate
her engagement, but in reality they never needed a reason to go
away together. Her fiancé, Jake was away on business and didn’t
mind her going away with Dixie. Dixie’s husband was fifteen years
older then his wife and stayed busy running a business.  “This
place looks intriguing.”

“I’ve partied here once or twice,” said Dixie, putting the top up
on the jeep. “I think a lot of the young fun crowd in Miami come
down here on the weekends so it should be hopping. There,” she
said after securing the top on. “Time to break some hearts.”
Dixie was wearing a pink tank top and cutoff jeans. She reached
to the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head.  Her
impressive bosom was tightly restrained by the DD cups of a
bikini bearing the insignia of the Confederate battle flag.

“What about our stuff?” Rose was wearing a flower print sundress.
She pulled it off her shoulder and let it fall to her feet. She
was wearing a USA flag print bikini. She was shorter then the
tall blonde beside her and wore high heeled sandals to appear
taller. Her breasts were as big as Dixie’s, but looked larger on
her shorter frame. Rose’s belly button was pierced and sparkled
in the sunlight.

“We lock it in the car.” Dixie stepped out of her jean shorts.
She wore flip-flops because she was close to six feet tall and
didn’t need heels. Her body was tanned, toned, and very lithe,
her large bosom making her appear top heavy. Her navel was also
pierced, but with a CSA flag pin that matched her bikini, not a
diamond stud like Rose‘s pin. She was proud of her Georgia
heritage. In addition to the bikini and pin, she had a CSA flag
tramp stamp just above the firm globes of her rear end.

“I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this bikini again,”
said Rose. Her bikini was a good five years old, but the colors
were still bright. She preferred more conservative bikinis now
and only wore her flag bikini on trips with Dixie.

“Why not?” asked Dix. “We look as good as now as we did at
nineteen. I think our boobs and asses might even fill them out a
little better. One night after leaving a frat house party, a
drunk Dixie and Rose had wondered past a tattoo parlor. Dixie had
always wanted to get a Confederate flag tattoo on her lower back,
but had lacked the courage. Rose held her hands while Dixie got
her tattoo. Three days later, they were shopping for a new bikini
to show off Dixie’s tattoo and stumbled upon Confederate one on a
mannequin. Dixie thought it was perfect and managed to talk her
shy friend Rose into buying a matching American flag bikini. The
next day the Flag Girls were born and became something on a
legend on campus. Both women were stunning and stacked. They
turned heads wherever they went and one time even caused a fender
bender.

Rose tucked her purse under the seat after removing a roll of
cash, she tucked the cash under her panties, near her pubic hair.
Dixie did the same. “Oops, those boys are watching us,” said
Rose.

“All the boys will be watching us,” said Dixie, winking. She hid
the keys under the bumper before turning back to her friend. Then
she noticed the “boys” Rose was referring too. Two over muscled
black men sat astride motorcycles nearby in the parking lot. They
looked like “gangstas” fresh out of prison. One didn’t have a
shirt on. His bulging chest and biceps were covered in blue black
tribal tattoos.  He had a military style flat top. The other was
fatter with a gut, but still had huge muscular arms. He wore an
open leather vest with nothing on underneath. The tattooed one
looked to be in his mid twenties and the fatter one about twenty
years older, but both women found age hard to tell with black
people. “What are you looking at?” called Dixie as they walked
across the parking lot.

“Ssssh,” whispered Rose.

“I see a hot bodied white bitch in a racist bikini,” said the
older man with the big belly.

Dixie growled in frustration. She hated having people tell her
that her flag was racist. “This bikini is not racist.” She
pointed her finger at the man. Rose was inching behind her
unconsciously trying to make herself smaller. The black men were
parked right at the crosswalk and the two women had to pass them
closely.

“It’s Confederate, right?” said the heavy black man.

“Represents the enslavement of our ancestors,” said the hard
bodied thug.

“First off, it’s the Confederate battle flag, not the state flag.
It represents the brave soldiers who fought and died for state’s
rights. Aaargh! I’m sick of explaining that to you people.”

“What do you mean YOU people?” grunted the fat one.

“Bullshit,” said the muscular one. “How about you? Quit hiding
that hot body behind the blonde. You a racist too with that
flag?”

Rose stepped out in shock. “It’s the American flag! It’s
patriotic!”

“It’s as big a symbol of racism and oppression as the other one.”

“B-but it’s not,” stuttered Rose.

“Come on Rose,” said Dixie pulling her. “Those two black boys are
too dumb to listen to reason.” The walk sign appeared flashing
and the two women hurried across the highway towards the resort.

The two black men glared at the retreating women and then they
turned to each other and grinned.

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

Dixie and Rose made quite an entrance. Every eye in the place
turned on them for a moment. There were plenty of hot women in
bikinis around, but none that matched the two Georgia peaches.
“Let’s look around first,” said Rose. “Scope out the place.”

“Lets get a drink first,” said Dixie. Nearby was a crowded tiki
bar. Two bartenders were working it. One was a giant black man,
very dark skinned with long dreadlocks. The other was an
attractive woman with a tee shirt tied up to show off her flat
stomach. Her shirt had a large black spade on the front. Her
belly button was also pierced with a spade pin. She was as fair
skinned as Rose, but with redder hair and more freckles. “Two
light beers,” yelled Dixie to the black bartender.

“Ja mon,“ he said. “Coming right up.“ The bartender nodded and
handed over two cans. “Six bucks,” he said in a Jamaican accent
that went with his look. Like all men, his words were directed at
her breasts and not her face. He was not an attractive man. His
skin was very dark, he was thin, had a gold tooth, and his
Rastafarian hair style looked dirty.

Dixie slipped her fingers inside her panties, noticing the black
man’s stare followed her fingers down. She pulled out her wad of
cash and handed him a ten. “Just give me two dollars back.”

“Ja mon,” he replied, giving her the change.

Dixie laughed when she read his nametag. It said Jamon.

The two women sipped their beers and wandered the resort. They
passed a small stage with a Reggae band filled with dark skinned
islanders. They were called Rasta With Meatballs. Dixie held up
her drink over her head and started dancing with the crowd. Rose
joined her. They danced for a bit. When they left, Rose caught
some young men sneaking a picture of them with a cell phone.

“I pledge allegiance,” said a voice. Rose turned to see a
handsome twenty something with his hand over his heart staring at
her bosom. “To the flag, that can barely restrain those big ass
titties.” He turned and high fived his laughing friends.

Other men hit on them. Some were nice. Some were stupid. One nice
guy bought them drinks and all he wanted was for his buddy to
take his picture with “The Flag girls”. Every time he saw them
that day, he would stop and salute.

An hour after arriving, Rose and Dixie were having a blast. They
visited Jamon for drinks, danced, took dips in the pool, and
waded out into the shallow water on the beach. Guests started
calling them the flag girls and wherever they roamed, they heard,
“Here come the flag girls.” or “Looking good flag girls.” Dixie
told everyone they met that they were celebrating Rose’s
engagement which led to a lot of shots and free drinks. Two young
men asked if they wanted to go for a jet ski ride. They accepted
and rode behind the guys out to a sandbar. Boaters had anchored
off the sandbar and were having a barbecue/keg party. They joined
the party with their two guy friends. They had a great buzz going
as the sun was going down and the guys pulled the jet ski’s back
up on the beach. “You two staying here?” asked one guy.

Dixie smiled. “We don’t know yet, but we’ll be back tomorrow.”
She and Rose waved as the left. The boys looked disappointed.
Some guys no matter how much you tell them that you’re married or
engaged, still think they have a chance with you. Neither Dixie
or Rose had ever cheated on their men. “This was a blast.”

“Yeah,” agreed Rose. “Maybe our best trip ever.”

“And it’s only day one girlfriend.”

“Everyone’s been so nice.”

“Everyone’s always nice to us,” said Dixie. “We’re hot.”

“Yes,” said Rose, shaking her head sadly. “A curse we have to
live with.”

Dixie laughed. “A perfect day if it hadn’t been for those two
niggers.”

“Sssh,” said Rose shocked. She’d heard Dixie use the “N” word
before, but not in public. Luckily, they were alone.

“Sorry, they just pissed me off.” Dixie took Rose’s hand and held
it as the crossed the highway. “Screw those niggers. Today was
perfect… OH SHIT!”

“What?” Rose asked, following Dixie’s gaze. Her friend was
staring at the jeep they had rented. The top had been ripped open
with a knife and all four tires had been slashed.  “Oh shit,”
said Rose, softer then Dixie had.

“No no no.” Dixie released Rose’s hand and ran up to the jeep.
“No no,” she muttered. “It’s gone. Oh no. It’s gone.”

“What’s gone?” Rose ran up and froze.

“Everything,” said Dixie in shock.

The jeep was empty. The clothes they were wearing earlier, their
suitcases, travel bags, and their purses. No purse meant no
money, no credit cards, no identification.  “Where’s our stuff?”

“I’m sorry,” Dixie shook her head in denial. “I’m so so sorry.
This is all my fault.”

“Damn straight this is your fault,” said Rose, raising her voice.
“You don’t lock your stuff up in a convertible jeep.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“We should have gotten a motel beforehand and dropped our stuff
off.”

“I’m sorry,” moaned Dixie, tears running down her eyes. Tears
started flowing down Rose’s eyes too and the two girls embraced.
“I’m so sorry,” said Dixie again. “It must have been those
NIGGERS. They fucked us over.”

“Ahem.”

Dixie and Rose turned at the sound of a throat clearing. A
handsome muscular black man was standing near them. He was shaved
bald. He looked to be a few years younger then they were, very
fit and muscular. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but had on sandals
and  red lifeguard shorts. “Sorry,” said Dixie recognizing him.
He’d been the guard on duty at the pool most of the day.  “We’ve
been robbed.”

“I can see that,” said the black man. “Let me get security out
here to help you two.”

“Yes, that would be great,” said Rose. She hoped the helpful
young black man hadn’t heard Dix use the “N” word.

The lifeguard ran across the highway and returned with another
black man. The new black man was wearing a grey tee shirt with
security written across it. He was one of the largest males
either of the girls had ever seen. The guard looked like a body
builder. He had a military looking flat top. “Ladies, I’m Gage
with resort security. My friend Mark here filled me in on what
happened. I apologize on behalf of the resort. This kind of thing
rarely happens here. I’ll need you to fill out a report.  Why
don’t you just follow me?”

“Gage, I’ll meet you at the bar,” said Mark. He turned to Dixie
and Rose. “I’m sorry this happened to you ladies.”

Dixie just rolled her eyes and frowned. Rose said, “Thanks for
your help, Mark.” He nodded and walked away.

Dixie and Rose followed Gage to a small office in the main hotel
building and just off the pool. He sat behind a desk and motioned
for them to sit down. “Here’s a form to list everything that was
stolen from your vehicle.” Gage took out a piece of paper and
passed it to Dixie. “What was stolen?”

“Everything,” whispered Rose.

“Do you like my bikini, Mr. Gage?” asked Dixie angrily. “You keep
staring at it. Well I hope you like it because that’s all we have
if you can’t get our stuff back. I’m talking money, credit cards,
suitcases filled with clothes and underwear.”

“Just write it down, Ma’am. Everything you can think of. Did you
see anyone suspicious?”

Dixie’s anger was growing. “I know exactly who did it. There were
these two nig… er black men on motorcycles that watched us get
out of the car and they tried to start a fight with me about my
choice in bikinis.”

“I see.” Gage jotted something down on a form. “You’re sure you
aren’t just suspicious of them because they were black?”

“Of course not,” growled Dixie. “It was absolutely those two.”

“And the stuff that was stolen,” Gage made another note. “It
could be carried by two men on motorcycles?”

Dixie’s face turned a little red as she pondered the question.
“Yes, er no, I mean yes, I think so. My suitcase was rather
large. It could be carried with difficulty by a man on a
motorcycle, but they’d probably have to ditch it soon.”

Gage took out another form. “Write out a description of the
suspects and I’ll send it to the police. The police might be able
to locate them.” Gage took out a small camera and a clipboard.
“Go ahead and work on listing the stolen items while I go take
some pictures of your car and the damage. Who’s car was it?”

“I rented it,” said Dixie. “We didn’t want to put the miles on
our cars.”

“Good, I’ll see if the thieves left your rental agreement and we
can call in the report. They should have you towed and running
again tomorrow.”

“That is good news,” said Dixie. “I can have my husband wire us
some money.”

“Oh god!” interjected Rose, alarmed. “It’s Friday after business
hours. We wouldn’t get any money until Monday. We might be living
on the street this weekend.”

“Hey Gage, will the resort put us up?” Dixie looked hopeful.

“They would on a weekday, but we are all booked up.” Gage looked
thoughtful. “Go ahead and fill out those reports and I’ll go out
to your car. I’ll see if I can come up with a solution to your
problem.”

Dixie finished listing all the items that had been stolen from
her. She pushed the form over to Rose who started on her missing
items. Gage came back in just as Rose was starting. “Any news?”
asked Dixie.

“Nobody saw anything from what I can tell and our cameras don’t
point at the parking area across the street.” Gage gestured to a
few display screens. One showed the tiki bar with Mark sitting on
a stool. “Feel free to use the phone.”

Dixie picked up the office phone and paused. She didn’t know his
cell phone number since it was stored under his name, Billy Ray
in her own phone. She ended up calling her house and leaving a
message for him, saying that she would be out of touch and that
he should wire them some money as soon as possible. She could
pick it up at the resort Monday and to send enough to cover both
she and Rose since Rose’s fiancé was away. She then called the
rental company and arranged for a tow truck. Luckily, they would
send a replacement vehicle tomorrow. “Thanks,” she said to Gage
when she hung up the phone. “Well Rose, I don’t know about
tonight, but tomorrow we can live in our car.”

“I’m not living in a car. I say we get the resort to pay for us
to get a bus and just go home,” said Rose, almost starting to cry
again.

“Travel by bus in these bikinis?” Dixie shook her head.  “Lets
find a spot that parties all night. It’ll be like college.”

“Oh Dixie, we aren’t in college anymore.”

“Why don’t you stay with Mark and I this weekend,” suggested
Gage. The two white women turned to stare at him in surprise.
“Hey, it’s the least we can do. There’s actually five of us, but
two of my roommates took off for Key West today so their beds are
freed up and you can sleep there. Jamon’s our other mate, but he
won’t be home until after last call.”

Dixie was almost staring at the black man in horror. Billy Ray
would have a heart attack if he saw her riding in a car with two
black men let alone staying in a house with them. “I don’t think
that’s a good idea.”

“No,” agreed Rose.

“Look it’s really no problem. We have the room. Anyone around
here can vouch for us. Friends crash with us all the time. Look,
I’m getting off now. Join Mark and me at the bar for some drinks
and don’t worry about paying for them, Jamon will hook us up and
we can discuss it.”

“Thanks Gage,” said Dixie, but we should think it over.”

“I’m feeling kind of dirty,” said Rose. “Lets go take a shower
and get washed up.“ Both girl’s bodies were dirty from sweat,
salt water, chlorine, and tanning lotion.

“Good idea,” said Dixie. “I’m feeling grimy myself. We’ll talk
over your offer and meet you at the bar, Gage.”

“See you there,” said Gage. “Oh, I think I have some shirts you
could wear.” He opened a file cabinet and tossed the girls two
white tee shirts.

“Thanks,” they said in unison, thrilled to have something to
cover themselves up with.

The resort had a large restroom with shower stalls. There were
some other women changing and showering. Dixie and Rose pulled
their tops off. Dixie was about to set hers on a bench when Rose
stopped her. “Mine’s coming in with me. If this gets stolen,
we’ll be naked.”

“Except for these shirts Gage gave us.” Dixie held her white tee
shirt up. “It’s not even a real shirt. It’s only a half shirt.
The thing is barely going to cover my tits.”

“What’s written on it?” asked Rose. There was only one stall open
and both women crowded into it.

“BBC ONLY” Dixie looked at it. “Whatever that means.” She pulled
off her panties while Rose removed her own. Nude, both friends
squeezed under the shower head, big breasts pressing together as
they tried to clean themselves off. They’d showered together
often in college and didn’t think twice about sharing a shower or
having their nude bodies rub against each other. They discussed
their situation as they took turns soaping their hair. They
didn’t have towels so Dixie pulled the shirt on while she was
still wet. The tight shirt, clung tightly to her breasts, leaving
her flat, tanned, athletic stomach bare. The confederate flag pin
in her belly button sparkled. The water on her breasts soaked
through the tee shirt leaving little to the imagination. BBC ONLY
ran across the tops of her breasts. Both long nipples and even
her areola were perfectly visible. Dixie pulled her bikini
bottoms back on and stepped into her flipflops.

Rose didn’t like Dixie’s wet tee shirt look so she put her bikini
top back on and her bottoms before pulling her tee shirt on. This
helped hide her nipples. Her shirt was longer, but just as tight.
It left her belly button exposed, but covered her breasts and top
of her stomach. Her American flag bikini top was visible through
the wet tee shirt, but the impression of her nipples was fainter.
Her areola were puffy and her nipples were long. They were
visible through just about anything she wore as were Dixie’s. She
looked down and read her shirt. I (HEART) BBC ran across the tops
of her large bosom.

Jamon, Mark, Gage, and half of everyone else at the crowded bar
stared at them as they approached.  “What’s BBC?” asked Rose
loudly, pointing at her shirt. She looked startled as her
question drew some laughs.

Mark smiled. “British Broadcasting Company. They made a
television special on the Keys a few years back.”

“You discuss it?” asked Gage. He had removed his security guard
shirt and was wearing an open flower print Hawaiian shirt that
showed off his over muscled chest. He’d also lost his black
shorts and was wearing colorful pajama bottoms that clashed with
his shirt.

“We haven’t made up our minds,“ said Rose. “Excuse us a moment.”
Rose grabbed Dixie’s hand and led her over to the other side of
the bar.

“We don’t have much of a choice, Rosie,” said Dixie.

“I know, but we don’t know these guys or whether or not we can
trust them.” Rose waved her hands to get the Irish looking female
bartender’s attention.

“Can I get you something?” asked the bartender. Her nametag read,
SIOBHAN.

“No thanks,” said Rose, leaning in. “I just have a question. My
friend and I are stuck here. We were robbed and…”

“I know your situation,” said Siobhan. “I heard Mark and Gage
telling Jamon that you might be staying with them tonight.”

“Oh good.” Rose glanced over at the two black men sitting on the
bar stools. Jamon was busy mixing drinks. None of the blacks were
paying attention to them. “I’m just a little nervous since we
don’t know these guys. Can you vouch for them? Are they
gentlemen?”

Siobhan smiled at both Rose and Dixie. “I can tell you this about
them. They’re all real men and they know how to treat a lady.”
Siobhan winked at them and turned to go wait on someone.

“Satisfied?” asked Dixie.

“Still nervous,” replied Rose.

“Look, I don’t like the idea of staying with three black men any
more then you, but what are our other options?”

“Come on then,” said Rose. The two flag girls returned to their
stools by Mark and Gage.

“Make up your minds yet?” asked Gage.

“Yes, we’d like to take you up on your offer,” responded Dixie.
Dixie gave Rose a reassuring nod. Rose just frowned, but didn’t
say anything.

“Great,” said Mark. “And don’t worry, everything will be fine.
You can hang out here with us tomorrow and drive your rental back
to our place. Monday, you should have some cash and get a hotel.”

“Thanks,” said Rose sitting down beside Mark. “But I’m so upset
over getting robbed that by Monday, I’m just going to call this
vacation a disaster and go home.”

Dixie sat on a stool beside Gage. “Maybe, the police will find
our stuff before then.”

“And we can loan you some money for food until then,” added Gage.

“Thanks again,” said Rose. “That’s very generous. You guys are
too good to be true.”

“It’s nothing,” said Gage. “Jamon, hook the ladies up with some
beers and set us up with five sex-on-the-beach shooters.”

“No, you’re lifesavers. Thanks and I mean it,” said Dixie. “We’re
very grateful. You guys are regular knights in shining armor
coming to the aid of some damsels in distress.”

“Well, black knights,” said Gage, winking at Dixie and everyone
chuckled. Jamon set four shots in front of them and kept another
one for himself. Gage held one up. “To new friends,” he toasted.

“To new friends,” said Mark, Jamon, Rose, and Dixie clinking
their shot glasses against his.

The four new friends spent the next hour drinking each having
several more beers and three more shots ranging from Jagermeister
to Tequila. Dixie and Rose had been drinking all day, but the
robbery had sobered them up some. By the time, Gage announced
that it was time to go back to their condo, the “flag girls” were
quite drunk.

Gage and Mark led them past a giant stuffed shark at the entrance
to the resort and towards the highway through the Keys. Both the
women were unsteady on their feet. Mark was walking beside Rose.
He put his arm around her shoulders to help her, but she pulled
away. She almost fell getting away from his touch, but he grabbed
her arm. She pulled her arm out, but he held firm to her hand.
Rose decided this was alright and ended up walking hand in hand
with Mark across the crosswalk.

Dixie was just as unsteady. Gage wrapped his big muscular arm
around her back and pulled her tight against his strong body. She
jumped at first, startled, but realized he was just trying to
help her. If Billy Ray could see me now, she thought. Dixie
drunkenly looked down her body, she could feel his hand, but not
see it past her big breasts. Gage’s hand was right on her flat
belly. His hand felt big and strong, his black skin touching her
tanned white stomach. She wondered what the contrast might look
like, but she couldn’t see thru her bosom. His hand shifted a
bit, his fingers were spread apart, his thumb was under the short
titty hugging BBC ONLY shirt. His nail just touched the bottoms
of her breasts. As she looked down, Dixie was embarrassed to see
her nipples starting to harden. The shirt had dried by now and
wasn’t as clingy, but it was still tight. Her nipples were long
and pointy. She watched them harden, the entire areola puffing
out. They were always sensitive and hardened easily, a cool
breeze, friction from her clothes, and especially at the first
hint of arousal. Dixie frowned not knowing what was making them
so erect now. It couldn’t be from Gage’s touch, could it? He was
strong, masculine, and good looking, but he was black and Georgia
peaches did not get turned on by having a black man touch them.

The public parking lot was only a quarter full at this time of
the evening. The foursome passed Dixie’s trashed rental and Mark
led them to a four door truck. He opened the back door for them,
Rose climbed in and slid over so that Dixie could follow. Mark
slammed the door, he and Gage took the front seats, and they were
off, heading back North towards Key Largo.

Rose and Dixie held hands in the backseat for comfort in this
strange situation they now found themselves in. They’d been
robbed, were penniless, owned nothing but small bikinis and
loaner tee shirts (plus shoes, sunglasses, and a straw hat), were
in cars with two strange black men, and on their way to an
unknown location. Both women were glad that their husband and
fiancé couldn’t see them now. Their nerves were spared a little
when Mark finally pulled the truck into what looked like a decent
condo complex. Dixie had been expecting low income housing with
gangs of blacks loitering around selling drugs. She was relieved
to see the condos were all clean and the only people she saw were
white with one Mexican couple out pushing a stroller.

Mark turned the car into an empty driveway and pulled up to a
blue and white three story condo. “Here we are,” said Mark. “Home
sweet home.”

They exited the truck and Mark unlocked the condo. “Here we are
ladies, not too big and with five guys living here it can get
crowded. Luckily, Amir and Shawn rode down to Key West and you
can use their room on the top floor. Shower on the second floor
between mine and Gage’s room. Jamon’s also on the top floor. Not
his real name by the way. Here what you see is what you get,
laundry, living room, kitchen, dining and a small bathroom. Make
yourselves at home and help yourself to anything in the fridge.
Me casa su casa.”

“You guys are way too kind,” said Rose.

“I’ll grab us some beers,” said Gage. He went to the kitchen and
returned with four Corona’s with slices of lime in them. He
passed the beers out. He held his beer out until the others
banged theirs against his. “Cheers,” he said.

They drank for about ten minutes getting to know each other. They
toasted again when Rose told them that she’d just gotten engaged.
Mark and Gage were high school friends taking in roommates to
help pay the bills. Mark drained his beer and announced, “I need
to go get a quick shower. I’ll be right back down.”

“And I will get us three more beers,” said Gage, returning with
three more Coronas.

Dixie accepted hers and took a sip. “Excuse me,” she said,
standing and walking towards the bathroom.

Gage let her get to the doorknob before saying, “Dixie wait.
Sorry, but that bathroom isn’t working. You’ll have to use the
upstairs one.”

“Isn’t Mark in there?”

“Yeah, you’ll just have to wait.” Gage took a big sip of beer. He
watched the Confederate flag girl cross her legs and dance around
a little. “Can’t hold it?”

Dixie grimaced. “I‘m afraid I‘m a little out of practice holding
my booze. My bladder’s about to burst.”

Gage’s lips curled up in a smirk but quickly disappeared. “Go
upstairs then.”

“I can’t, but I don’t want to pee all over the floor.”

“Can’t have that. It’s not polite for guests to piss all over
their host’s floors. Just knock and tell Mark you’re coming in.”

“Alright.”

Gage watched her CSA flag bikini bottomed tight ass wiggle as she
climbed the stairs. He smiled and turned his attention back on
Rose.”

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

Dixie knocked on the bathroom door, but there as no answer. She
pushed it open and steam came out of the bathroom. She could hear
a shower running. “Mark?” she called.

“Yes,” said his voice.

“I need to pee and Gage said the downstairs bathroom isn’t
working.”

“It isn’t? I mean, yeah that’s right, it doesn’t work. Sorry, I
forgot. Sure come on in.”

“Thanks, I’ll be quick.” Dixie entered the room and raced to the
toilet. She pushed her panties down and sat on it, her urine
coming out almost immediately. She sighed in relief. With a
satisfied smile on her face she looked around. The bathroom had a
large shower and to her shock, it was clear glass. The glass was
steamy, but she could clearly make out Mark’s nude form through
the glass. She couldn’t help but stare, not at his muscular form,
but at the giant appendage sticking out between his legs. The
glass must be magnifying it, she thought. His penis stuck out and
down, but as she watched, Mark’s hand came up and started
stroking it. “Oh shit,” she mumbled, he must think I’ve left.
He’s actually playing with himself while I watch. Mark’s hand
moved down and seemed to release his shaft, but he was just
grabbing the base between two fingers. His penis looked at least
a foot long from where she sat.  He turned and the big head of
his penis pressed against the glass door. She could clearly see
the huge head from the crown to the urethra. It was as big as a
golf ball. She saw it even clearer when Mark opened the door and
stepped out without shutting off the water.

He stepped right by the toilet, his huge erect penis pointing at
her face. “Jeeesuuss,” said the Southern belle, drawing the
lord’s name out as she stared down the foot long shaft.

“Whoops, sorry Dix. I thought you were done,” said Mark, making
no move to cover himself up. He even moved the huge penis a
couple inches closer to her shocked face.

“I don’t believe it!” Dixie seemed mesmerized by Mark’s giant
shaft.

“Never seen a big black cock before, obviously” said Mark.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” whispered Dixie still staring in
awe at Mark’s penis. “I didn’t know penises got that big.”

“Penises don’t, Dixie. Big black cocks do. What’s hubby, half as
big? Smaller?”

“Smaller.”

“Too bad. Your body was built for something bigger. White women
cum like crazy once they get a real man’s cock in them. Why don’t
you touch it?”

“I shouldn’t,” said Dixie, but her hand was already up and
reaching for it. Using two fingers and her thumb she touched the
bulbous head, squeezing it. Mark’s cock head wasn’t as spongy as
she would have expected. It was almost as hard as a rock. Dixie
angled her hand until the head slipped between her fingers and
she ran her hand down his entire shaft and then back up. “It’s so
hard, Mark!”

“It gets that way when pretty white girls in bikinis touch it.”

“It’s hot too and I can feel your pulse.” Indeed, the big penis
was crisscrossed by long blue-black veins that throbbed with
every heart beat. His cock felt like a living thing. “Can I feel
your balls?”

“Be my guest.”

Dixie lifted up the huge penis and looked at the wrinkly brown
sack beneath his legs. Each testicle was as big as her fist or
about the size of a tennis ball. Billy Ray’s balls were probably
only walnut sized. She hefted each nut and then the entire sack,
feeling it’s weight in her palm. When she finished examining his
scrotum, she pulled his shaft back down, her hand slowly stroking
it out of instinct. “I can’t get over how big your penis is,” she
said, still in denial.

“Look down,” ordered Mark. Dixie looked down at the shaft she was
stroking. She’d bent it down so that the head was pointed at her
chest. The fat knobby end of his penis was pointed right at the
BBC ONLY lettering on her tee shirt. “Again, that ain’t no penis.
That’s a big black cock. Got it?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Dixie watched her hand gliding up his wet
cock. Her breasts were visible to either side of the huge shaft.
Her nipples were completely hard, puffy and swollen. The tight
tee shirt left little to the imagination. No doubt Mark could see
how aroused she was. She’d never felt more embarrassed.

“Say it.”

“It’s a big black cock,” she agreed. The cock in her hand jerked
a little when she spoke and for a moment she thought he’d
ejaculated. His cock had just shot a load of precum on the letter
C on her tee shirt. The C was now wet. Mark’s cock was producing
a lot of precum now, the head glistening with his fluid. She
pulled it up towards her mouth to keep her shirt from getting
messier.

“You ever suck cock before?”

“Just my husband and not in years,” she answered. Truthfully, it
had been many years. Her wedding night to be exact. She’d blown
him several times before marriage and he’d gone down on her. She
didn’t let Billy Ray cum in her mouth. When he got close, she
would remove it from her mouth and jerk him off, letting him cum
on her tits. He liked that. She pictured Billy Ray’s little white
penis in her hand, straining to reach six inches compared with
the foot long black monstrosity she was slowly stroking now.
Billy Ray had cum on her tits, but it hadn’t been much more then
the precum, Mark’s cock was spitting up now. “I mean no, I’ve
never sucked cock before, just a penis.”

“Good. Then I get to be the first. Open wide.” Mark pushed his
cock through her fist and towards her mouth.

“I shouldn’t,” said Dixie as Mark’s cock pushed against her lips
and she opened her mouth wide enough that the head could slip
inside her.

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

Rose smiled at something Gage said. She took a sip of beer and
looked over at the black man going on with a story about how Mark
was swimming in a river nearby and thought a alligator was about
to eat him, but it was only a manatee. She laughed with Gage’s
description of Mark’s screams as he swam towards a dock. Gage was
such a large masculine man, but he was charming and she felt
comfortable being alone with him. Even given that he was black
and she was nearly nude in only a bikini and tight tee shirt. She
should have been nervous as hell.

The only real conversation she’d ever had with a black male
before was answering his, “May I take your order?” question. Rose
glanced at the clock on the wall.

“My story that boring?” he asked.

“Not at all. I was just wondering what was taking Dixie so long.”

“She has been awhile. Maybe you should go check on her.”

Rose frowned. She took another sip of her beer, looked at the
clock again and then up the stairs. “I think I will. Maybe she’s
getting sick. We haven’t drunk this much since college.” Rose got
up off the couch, put her beer on the table and walked up the
stairs. Gage watched her go.

“Dixie?” said Rose as she approached the bathroom door. It was
partially closed. The light was on underneath it, and she could
still hear the shower running. She reached the door and slowly
pushed it open until she could put her head through. What she saw
made her gasp in shock. “DIX…Mmmph,” she mumbled as a huge black
hand slapped across her mouth and she was pulled back into a hard
muscular chest.

“Sssshh, don’t disturb them,” whispered Gage in her ear.

Rose watched in horror as her blonde best friend, little Miss
Southern pride redneck, married five years, and someone she’d
known for almost ten years slurped on the biggest blackest penis
Rose had ever seen. It must have been seven inches long and Dixie
had the head in her mouth. As Rose watched, she realized just how
wrong she was. Dixie pulled back, but the head didn’t spring free
of her mouth. Inch after inch of hard black cock appeared until
his huge penis pulled free and jerked up to his stomach. Rose had
grossly underestimated the giant penises size. Mark put a hand on
the back of Dixie’s head and pulled her into his balls. Rose
watched Dixie’s tongue come out and lick his giant nut sack.
Dixie soon pulled back, bent his penis down and started sucking
it again. “NmmOmmph,” Rose muttered, her voice muffled by Gage’s
beefy hand, while shaking her head in denial at what she was
watching.

“It’s ok,” whispered Gage in her ear. He slowly removed his hand.
“Let them have their fun.”

Rose shook her head in shock. No no no kept going through her
mind. This can‘t be happening. This can‘t be real. “She’s
married,” Rose whispered back, still shaking her head as if to
clear it of the image she was seeing. “She doesn’t even like
black people.”

“She does now. She’s gonna be fucking him before the night is
over.”

“NO,” said Rose loudly, but the couple didn’t hear her over the
noise from the shower. “She’d never cheat on Billy Ray.”

“You think Billy Ray has a cock like that? Does what’s-his-name,
Jake, come close to Mark in size?”

“No,” said Rose, suddenly feeling funny. She couldn’t look away
from watching Dixie suck off the black man. Her friend was
bobbing her head rapidly, struggling to take more and more of the
shaft in her throat. Dixie’s nose was slowly approaching Mark’s
pubic hair as she tried to suck his entire cock down her throat.
Rose was no longer horrified. The bottoms of her American flag
bikini bottoms were becoming damp, then wet, then soaked. Her
nipples were hardening. She’d worn her bikini top to keep them
hidden, but they were so hard, her nipples and areola were
visible through the bikini and the white tee shirt.

“How long is Jake?” whispered Gage.

“F-five, six inches. I don’t know.”

“Pathetic Rose. I’m sure Dixie’s husband doesn’t have much
better. No wonder she’s sucking the first real man’s cock she’s
ever seen. Sucking it like a pro I might add. Look how erotic it
is.”

“Stop it.”

“Come on Rose. Admit it. Admit that watching your friend suck
that black cock is turning you on.”

“Gage please?” she begged. “We should go. Leave them alone.”

“Wait! Something is happening.”

Rose heard Mark grunt loudly. Dixie jumped in shock, her eyes
opening wide and staring down the five inches of black shaft
sticking out from her mouth. She struggled to pull back. Rose
swore she could see the outline of Mark’s cock down her friend’s
throat. It was throbbing and Dixie was gulping. Mark moved his
hand to her forehead and pushed back. Most of his cock slid free
from her mouth. Rose watched Dixie’s cheeks bulge out, white
sperm dribbled out from her lips and down her chin. Dixie
swallowed the load and then her cheeks bulged out again. Mark
pulled his cock free and blasted a huge wad of semen on Dixie’s
face. Dixie reared back, pulling away from the shooting monster.
The next wad struck the BBC ONLY letters on her tee shirt. Men
simply did not cum that much. Her husband’s ejaculate was only
enough to roll on her tongue, but then she’d never seen balls as
big as Mark’s before.

Rose stepped back to remain hidden. She assumed they were done.
They would get cleaned up and return downstairs soon. Instead,
Mark pulled Dixie to her feet. Her panties were already around
her ankles from going to the bathroom. He stepped on them and
pushed them to the floor while pulling the BBC ONLY halter over
Dixie’s head. Dixie was stripped of her clothes in several
seconds. She stood nude before the black man, her proud breasts
on display for him. Mark, Rose, and Gage could see her large
erect areola standing out in the middle of a pale white triangle
tan lines from her confederate bikini top as well as the white
patch around her blonde pubic hair. Mark stepped back and into
the shower, pulling Dixie with him. They watched Dixie’s firm
round ass, tanned except where it had been covered by her bikini
disappear into the stall. The shower door closed. Gage pushed the
bathroom door further open so that the two voyeurs could get a
better view. The white blonde outline of Dixie was leaning spread
eagled against the wall of the shower, while a muscular black
outline was lining his huge cock between her legs. “OH! It’s so
big!” moaned Dixie when the outline thrust forward.

“Told you they would be fucking,” whispered Gage.

“Oh my god,” cried Rose. She started shaking her head again. “I…
I need some air.” Rose stepped out of the steamy bathroom and
into the hall. “I can’t believe she’s doing that.”

“I’m CUUMMIINNGG!”

Rose jumped at Dixie’s scream of pleasure. He‘d just entered her
and already Dixie was cumming? “Come on,” said Gage taking her
arm. “Lets go somewhere we can talk about what’s happening.”

“FUCK ME! Fuck me with your big black C-AHH-OCK! OOH YESS!”

Rose looked back in horror as Gage led her down the hall. It
sounded like Dixie was cumming again. Gage opened the door to his
room and led a stunned Rose inside.

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

“Fuck me Mark. Fuck me. I love it. I love it,” grunted Dixie with
each thrust of Mark’s powerful cock. She’d just had the two
biggest orgasms of her life plus they’d just gotten started and
he’d only gotten about seven inches in her.

“Told you this pussy was built for big black cock,” growled Mark,
looking down at his black shaft spreading her pussy lips wide
open. Dixie had a fantastic ass. One of the best he’d seen on a
white woman. The CSA flag tramp stamp waved on her back. He
grabbed her waist and pulled her into his thrusting cock. Mark’s
thick black thumbs pressed hard into her tattoo, trying to cover
the symbol many blacks found racist. He fed her another inch and
then another. Dixie moaned in pleasure.

Dixie had never been fucked like this. She was loving every
minute of it. “Ow,” she grunted when his cock head banged against
her cervix. “OW!” she yelled, when it banged her cervix again.
“That’s it Mark, you’ve filled me up.”

“Not quite,” he replied. His cock head pushed hard against her
cervix. It didn’t hurt this time. She could feel her cervix
softening as he pushed hard against it. “Gonna resize this
pussy,” he growled, pushing his cock through her cervix and into
her womb.

“CUMMING!” screamed Dixie in shock as she took every inch of his
cock. His heavy balls slapped against the back of her thighs. 
Dixie’s orgasm was mind numbing and her eyes rolled up in her
head. She thought she’d lost it for a moment, but when she
recovered, she was still bent over in the shower. Mark was
fucking her so hard now, he thighs hurt from the hard slapping of
his large nut sack. “It’s so big,” she moaned still in awe of his
size. Suddenly, his cock was gone and Dixie whimpered from the
emptiness inside her. She felt the large head of his cock rubbing
against her pussy lips before it slipped inside her.

“Tell me when I’m as deep as your husband.”

Dixie moaned as the fat cock pushed deeper. “Stop,” she cried,
not really wanting him to stop.

“That’s all.” Mark flexed his dick. “That’s only three inches.
Pathetic.”

“It’s hard to tell,” gasped Dixie. “You stretch me out so much
more. He‘s about five and a half inches.”

Mark moved his cock almost halfway in. “That’s as deep as your
husband goes.”

“Yes,” moaned Dixie almost crying in pleasure. “YYYEEESSS!” she
screamed as Mark slammed his entire cock back inside her.

“And that’s how deep I go, slut.” Mark grabbed her hips pulling
her back hard into his thrusting cock.

“OH yes cumming fuck me Mark fuck big black Ah cock fuck cumming
oh my god Mark MARK yes I love it YES fuck SOOO GOOOOD can’t stop
cumming black cock fuck me Mark Mark Mark MARK?”

“What?”

“Not on pill oh god I’m cumming pull out don’t cum in me fuck me
gonna cum again cumming all over your big black COCK.
CCUUMMIINNGG!”

“So am I,” said Mark as he buried his cock and shot the first
load of his potent seed directly in her womb.

“NO!” Dixie tried to scream in denial, but she was in the throws
of a powerful orgasm. She’d never felt anything like this before.
Jet after jet of sperm was spraying her womb, filling her up.
Each jerk of his cock shot more sperm into her womb, prolonging
her orgasm. The pleasure radiating outward from her womb was
unbearable. Dixie screamed in pleasure as she had either one
never ending orgasm or a rapid series of orgasms that matched
every spurt from his cock. She couldn’t tell and it didn’t
matter. Her womb filled rapidly, semen flowed into her pussy,
running down his shaft and pouring onto the shower floor.

Mark’s cock quit jerking and he leaned over her panting. “That
was great, baby,” he said.

“The best,” replied Dixie. She felt his cock shrinking inside her
as it lost it’s steel. He slowly pulled back until it plopped
free. Her cervix closed, trapping his seed in her womb, but most
of his sperm flooded out from her pussy, dripping to the shower
floor. Dixie pushed herself up and turned around to face her
black lover.

Mark pulled her into his arms. Her voluptuous white body melted
against his hard black torso as he kissed her deeply. Mark
finally broke the kiss. “Lets go to my room,” he told her.

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

Rose was in a state of shock both at watching her friend cheat on
her husband with a black man and at the way it had aroused her.
Gage led her by the arm over to his bed and sat her down. She
finally stopped shaking her head in denial. “I can’t believe it,”
she whispered.

“It’s only natural for two sexy people like that to end up
fucking,” said Gage.

“She’s married.” And he’s black, she thought. Rose looked up at
the giant black man. He had removed his Hawaiian shirt and was
standing before her on only the colorful pajama pants. They
sagged low on his hips. Something large was pushing up against
his crotch. She looked away from him and around the room. It was
sparsely furnished. The only stand out feature was a large
workout bench with barbells.

“I’d say she found something better. Listen, you can still hear
them fucking.”

Rose cocked her head. She could indeed still hear Dixie’s screams
of orgasmic joy coming from the shower. She shivered and closed
her eyes. When she opened them, she found herself staring at
Gage’s curly black pubic bush. “What are you doing?”

Gage had his hands on the waistband of his baggy pants. He’d
pushed them down just a little. “Tell me you don’t want to see
it?” he asked, pushing them down a little further.

Rose gasped as the long tubular piece of black flesh slowly grew
before her eyes. She could see four inches of it growing out from
his pubic hair, but the shaft was growing and straining to rise.
Many inches further down, a big knobby cock head was pushing
against his pajama bottoms, struggling to get free. “I don’t want
to see it,” she said, staring in awe down at the beast pushing
hard against the fabric.

“Yes, you do,” said Gage, pushing his pants down another inch.
“Just tell me to stop and I won’t show it to you.”

Rose stared in horror, dismay, and disbelief as inch after black
inch of the biggest blackest cock she could have imagined
revealed itself. “Stop,” she said, at six inches. “Stop,” she
said at seven inches. At eight inches her pussy spasmed and she
didn’t say anything. “Stop,” she said so softly he could barely
hear her at nine inches. “STOP!” she said loudly trying to take
back control of the situation. The fat shaft had tapered a little
and the flare on the head of his penis was appearing.

“Too late, this thing needs some breathing room,” said Gage,
pushing his pajama bottoms down to his knees.

Rose quivered as her pussy gave another spasm. His cock shot up,
rising almost to his hard stomach before falling back down to
point straight at her face. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “It’s as big
as Mark’s.”

“Not quite. Mines about an inch shorter, but it’s thicker.”

“It’s so big, so thick… so black.”

“Yes, that’s a big black cock you’re staring at and it’s gonna
make you very happy. Go ahead and touch it.”

“I couldn’t,” said Rose, staring.

Gage impatiently reached down and grabbed her arm. He slid his
hand down to her wrist and brought her small white hand over to
his fat eleven inch cock. Rose didn’t resist and wrapped her hand
around his shaft. There was more then an inch gap between her
fingers. She slid her hand up and down his hard shaft a few
inches, completely fascinated. “There that isn’t so bad, is it?”
asked Gage.

“No,” she whispered.

“A little bigger then that fiancé of yours I bet?”

“Just a little,” she lied. Jake was only half as long and half as
thick, maybe less. There was no comparing the two men’s penises.
Jake lost in all respects, length, width, hardness, testicle
size, the flare on the crown, and even the size of Gage’s urethra
looked three times longer then Jake’s. Rose had been with three
men in her life, all white, and all with penises five to six
inches long. “A lot bigger,” she corrected, something telling her
that he knew she was lying. “This is like no penis I’ve ever
seen.”

“That ain’t no penis, Rose. That’s a big black cock. Penises are
the small pale things you find on white boys.”

“A big black cock,” she stated. Her hand stroked up to the hard
head hovering just above the I (heart) BBC on her tee shirt. She
ran her hand back down to the base. “I should go to my room.”
Rose couldn’t take her eyes off the hard black rod in her hand.

“You don’t want to go to your room Rose.” Gage stepped forwards,
the tip of his cock moving up to press on her lips. “I think you
want a taste.” But he had gone too far.

“NO!” she cried, the very tip with his urethra pressed on her
tongue as she cried out. Rose reared back to escape it and
finally let the black shaft go from her hand.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you like it,” asked Gage, stroking his
shaft.

“No, it’s amazing, but I’m engaged.”

“So? Dixie’s married and she did more then suck Mark’s big black
cock. It’s cause I’m black, isn’t it?”

“No, that’s not it at all.” Rose shook her head. Unlike Dixie who
did have a problem with black people, Rose had more of a
separate, but equal attitude towards them.

“So if I was white, you’d be sucking me off right now?”

Yes, she thought, I probably would. Maybe, she was more racist
then she thought. “No I wouldn‘t, I’m engaged and I haven’t even
done that for my fiancé.” Rose wasn’t a blow job virgin. She’d
sucked both her five inch boyfriend and her six inch boyfriend,
but not Jake’s five and a half inch penis. She liked him too much
and didn’t want him to think she was a slut.

“Maybe you ain’t racist, but I still need to get off. All I want
is a quick blow job. I’m doing you a big favor letting you stay
here this weekend and I aim to find the asshole that robbed you
too. You‘d be sleeping on the beach if it weren‘t for me.”

Rose was confused. Was he threatening to throw her out if she
didn’t blow him? Was he just pleading his case? She stared
cross-eyed down the long shaft. He was waving it hypnotically in
front of her face. “I suppose… I guess I could jerk it off for
you,” she said. Rose had jerked off Jake on their second date.
She found it was kind of fun.

“Fair enough. I’ll take it. Give the head a little kiss and I’ll
go get some lotion.” Gage watched as she hesitated. “Just one
kiss.”

Rose smiled and leaned forward, kissing the big cock head right
on the tip. It squirted at her touch, wetting her lips.
Absentmindedly, she licked her lips, tasting his pre ejaculate.
“Alright then.”

Gage winked at her. He left for the bathroom and returned with a
bottle of hand cream. He tossed it to her. “You should take your
top off.”

“Why?”

“You saw how much Mark came. When this thing goes off, it gets
messy.”

“I can believe it,” said Rose, staring at the big testicles
hanging low in his scrotum. She pulled the white tee shirt off
over her head.

“The bikini top too.”

“No, that stays on and the panties.”

“Suit yourself.”

Rose squirted lotion on both her hands and then reached out to
grab his shaft. She felt a quiver of excitement in her pussy. In
a way, she wanted to do this. She wanted to see it squirt. A part
of her envied, Dixie, but there was no way she was going to cheat
on Jake just four days after he’d proposed. Jerking Gage off
would let her play with his big black cock while not actually
cheating on her fiancé.

Rose began stroking him with both her hands. She rotated her
wrists and she slid her hands up and down the shaft. She started
slow, getting a feel of the big black cock in her hand. It was
hot and heavy. It vibrated with life. She could feel his pulse as
she stroked him and the beat was increasing. She moved one hand
down to his balls and massaged them while using her other hand to
measure the length of his shaft.

Gage reached down and grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her
forwards, moving her mouth towards his shining cock head. For a
second, she gave in and kissed it again before pulling back. She
didn’t blame him for his persistence. Rose leaned back and felt
the material of her bikini sliding down her hard nipples. She
looked down, past the cock between her breasts and watched as the
American flag draping her breasts unfurled and slid down to land
under her bosom. Gage had untied the bikini string on the back of
her neck when he pulled her forwards. Her top was held on by the
string on her back, but her breasts were now exposed.

She didn’t stop stroking him even when he reached down to pinch
her nipples. He tugged on them and a moan escaped her lips. His
cock was getting bigger, harder and throbbing with power. His
pulse was racing. She felt it pump. Hot liquid splattered her
breasts in a burst. She pulled away from the spurting cock, only
to have the next wad cover her face. Rose’s mouth fell open in
shock and another wad entered her mouth, quickly followed by his
cock head. Her cheeks bulged as her mouth filled with hot sperm.
She didn’t want to swallow, but he was holding her head on his
cock. One strong black hand on the back of her head and one on
her back, pulling the last string holding her top on. Rose
gulped, his semen sliding down her throat, only to gulp again as
he filled her mouth again and again and again. His seed tasted
good, better then her previous boyfriends and there was so much
of it. Rose began moaning as she contentedly swallowed every drop
of sperm from his ejaculating cock.

Gage pulled his cock out once she had drained it. Rose was
blinded by the sperm on her face. She wiped some free of her eyes
just as Gage appeared returning to the room with a towel and a
wet washcloth. “Here,” he grunted tossing it at her.

Rose wiped the towel across her face and breasts, cleaning as
much sperm as she could off her. Then she wiped her face with the
wet washcloth. She moved it down to her breasts, wiping her
nipples free of his cum and moving the washcloth down the valley
of her large DD bosom. She stared at Gage’s black cock as she
cleaned herself. It was limp, but swollen and long. He was
watching her clean her breasts and his cock began rising again. 
Rose stared at it. His cock frightened her. She felt her
willpower and propriety draining at the sight of it rising up
before her eyes. She’d never wanted anything more in her life,
but still she resisted. Nothing could make her betray Jake. “I
should go.”

“Not yet.” Gage walked over to her and pushed her back on his
bed.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to return the favor.

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

“Oh gawd,” moaned Dixie. “You are absolutely amazing.” She buried
her head in the pillow, luxuriating in the feeling of having
Mark’s cock slowly fucking her from behind.

Mark was slowly pumping his hips, staring down at Dixie’s ass.
Her tramp stamp stared up at him, the confederate flag waving,
colors bright and proud. Mark was not a big fan of Southern
rednecks. He’d been assaulted once by a bunch of good old boys in
a pickup flying the same flag staring at him from Dixie’s back.
Assaulted might be too strong a word. One had thrown a half full
beer can that hit him on the head and almost knocked him to the
ground. The truck roared off, Dixie blaring from the horn. There
had been a girl in the pickup. She’d looked a lot like the girl
down on all fours getting off on his black cock. The girl in the
truck laughed with the rest, turned and presented a sweet ass in
Daisy Duke’s, and smacked her ass as the truck disappeared. Mark
looked at Dixie’s ass. It was firm, well rounded, and a little
plump for a woman so athletically built. Her puckered sphincter
stared up at him. Mark smiled and slowly pulled his cock out.

“Don’t stop, lover,” purred Dixie into his pillow. “Put that big
black cock back in me and fuck me some more.”

“Sure baby,” he replied. His pressed his cock head against her
labia and rubbed it up and down, teasing her and stimulating her
clit. “I’ll put it back in.” He raised his cock up to her asshole
and pressed the head down hard on her sphincter.

“Whoa there,” cried Dixie pushing herself up a little. “Wrong
hole Mark.” The pressure on her sphincter grew and she whimpered
as it began pushing inward slowly opening for Mark’s cock. “Um
Mark?”

“Just relax.” He pushed harder watching the head of his cock
slowly disappear into the tightest ass he’d ever felt.

Dixie gave a cry of dismay. This was new. “It’s too big, Mark.
There no way it will fit.”

“It’ll fit. Now quit tensing up or you’ll just make it harder on
yourself. I’m gonna fuck this sweet white ass and by the time I’m
done, you’ll be hooked.”

Dixie squealed and moaned as his cock plowed deeper. He grasped
her hips and pulled her back onto his cock. He could feel her
trembling. His cock had been soaked from fucking he pussy and
lubrication wasn’t a problem. “Sooo biiig,” she muttered. “Billy
Ray hasn’t done my ass.”

“So I’m the first. My big black cock is going where no man has
gone before. You liking it yet, slut?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Do it. Fuck my ass.” Dixie snaked her arm
under her body and found her sopping pussy. She began teasing her
clit with her fingers.

“That’s it Dixie. Get into it. Get yourself off while I fuck your
white ass.”

“Yes, fuck my ass. HARDER. Gimme that big black cock.” Dixie
diddled her clit faster, feeling an orgasm cumming. “Gonna cum
Mark!”

“Do it. Cum with a black man’s cock fucking your white ass.” He
spanked her with the flat of his hand and that was all she needed
to get off. The white wife’s butt trembled around the black shaft
buried in it as she had a large orgasm. Mark picked up the pace,
letting his cock slide in and out of her rectum as fast as his
hips could move.  The heat and tightness was too much for him and
he pushed all the cock she could handle or about nine inches of
meat deep in her ass. His cock spurted a large wad of cum deep in
her bowels.

“CCUUMMIINNGG!” screamed Dixie. “I’m ccuummiinngg,” she said
softly this time.

Mark pulled his still spurting cock from her ass and shot a load
across her tramp stamp. The next spurt nearly covered her CSA
flag tattoo. The next wad did cover it, but the stars and bars
could still be seen beneath his sperm. When his balls finally
emptied, her tattoo was hidden beneath a pool of milky white
semen, slowly reappearing as his seed slid off her back.

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

Rose grabbed the hem of her bikini bottoms engaged in a tug of
war with Gage. The large black man kneeled between her legs,
pulling hard on her panties. “Not sure this is a good idea,” she
told him.

“Just gonna return the favor. You got me off and now I’ll get you
off. No sex, I’m just gonna eat your white pussy.”

Rose had let 5” boyfriend eat her out. He seemed aware of his own
inadequacies in the penile department and was always willing to
go down on her. She loved it. Loved it better then sex with him.
Jake had never expressed interest in going down on her. If he
had, she would gladly have blown him. She had missed it. She
wanted to have her pussy eaten again. She usually came when he’d
done it and Rose didn’t usually cum. If Gage wanted to eat her
pussy, she decided to let him. Rose released the hem of her
bikini bottoms and laid back on the bed. Gage yanked them off her
legs, twirling her panties around on his finger, grinning
triumphantly. Rose looked away from his and found herself staring
at her reflection. A large mirror  showed the entire bed, her
voluptuous body laying on it and the large black man at her feet.
She looked away. “Can we turn the lights off?” she pleaded,
laying down and staring at the ceiling.

“No, I need to see what I’m doing,” said Gage. He slid off the
bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge as he
kneeled on the floor. Rose spread her legs wider in anticipation
as she felt his breath on her pussy. Then she felt it. The
smallest of touches. It pressed against her lower labia working
it’s way up to flicker her clit ever so slightly. Rose squirmed
in anticipation. Her legs opened wider. She gasped when her
entire clit was suddenly sucked into his mouth, but he
immediately released it and went back to the gentle probing. He
quit teasing her with the tip of his tongue and slowly licked it
up her pussy, then slowly back down. Rose gasped again, bucking
her hips up into his face when his tongue pushed deep. Gage
pulled back out quickly. “Need some air,” he muttered.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. Gage went back to work, more
aggressively this time. His tongue licked up and down her pussy
lips only to worm it’s way inside her pussy. He thrust it in and
out rapidly, fucking her with his tongue.  Rose squirmed and
moaned as she writhed on the bed. She clutched the bed sheet
tightly as she lifted her hips into his thrusting tongue. “YES!”
she hissed. “Keep doing that.” However, Gage did just the
opposite. He pulled back again. “What’s wrong?” She held her head
up looking down her luscious body at the black man’s head between
her legs.

“Sorry, need to catch my breath. I got allergies and can’t breath
well through my nose.”

“Aaargh,” growled Rose in frustration. She slammed her head back
down on the bed. Almost instantly he was in her pussy again. Her
frustration turned to moans. She lifted her hips into his
thrusting tongue. “You’re doing it baby,” she told him, lifting
her head to look at Gage’s face. His nose appeared to be resting
on her pubic mound. He winked at her. “YES, That’s IT! Keep
doing… Aaargh!” She slammed her head back down when he stopped
again. This was too much. She was ready to cry with frustration
just before her clit was sucked between his lips again and then
his tongue was flicking it and then his tongue was stabbing in
and out of her pussy again. Pressure began to grow in her womb,
promising an orgasm bigger then any she’d had before. “Oh god
Gage,” she cried, tears of joy and frustration running down the
sides of her head. “Please don’t stop this time. I’m gonna cum…
AAH… No!” Something was wrong. In some ways, he was much more
skilled at this then 5” boyfriend and in other ways he didn’t
know what he was doing at all. Every time he brought her to the
brink of orgasm, he’d stop.

“You ready?” he asked.

“God yes,” she moaned. “I’ve never been more ready.” Rose’s body
jerked as her clit was sucked between his lips again. She felt
her pussy lips opening as something entered her. Two beefy black
fingers worked their way inside her pussy, rubbing inside her.
“Good idea,” she muttered. This way he wouldn’t need to stop to
breath. Her hands were grasping the edges of the bed, trying to
slide her body down into Gage’s thrusting fingers and probing
tongue. She wanted him deeper. The pressure in her womb grew
again. It was too much. She was going to blow. “Here it cums… NO!
NOT AGAIN!” He had yanked his fingers out of her.

“You need to cum?”

“Yes,” she pleaded. Rose’s entire body was writhing around on the
bed. She was circling her hips like an invisible being was giving
her the fucking she needed. “Please. Let me cum. Quit teasing me.
It’s too cruel.”

“I know a way to make you cum,” said Gage.

“Anything,” Rose begged. “Whatever it takes. Just do it.” Rose
shuddered as his tongue licked it’s way up her labia to her clit.
The anticipation was unbearable. Was she finally going to cum?
His tongue didn’t stop with her clit. It flickered over her pubic
mound, briefly touching her curly red-brown pubic hair. Then he
was licking up the side of her shaved pubic triangle. His tongue
reached the top of her triangle continuing to move up and over
her abdomen. It reached her belly button, swirling around her
navel until his big black lips pressed down and sucked her
diamond studded pin into his mouth. He released it and went back
to licking up her stomach. Rose was still writhing underneath his
kisses and licks. She sucked her stomach in, his tongue going up
and over the lines of her rib cage. What would have been a loud
moan turned to a squeal when she suppressed her moan as his
tongue reached her breasts. He went left, licking up the large
mound of her pale DD breast. She raised her head again and looked
at Gage’s hair, face buried in her breast. His tongue was looping
her nipple area, still licking her breast and not touching her
puffy areola. His concentric circles were getting smaller as his
tongue moved closer. Soon his breath was on her nipple.
Goosebumps popped up on her areola as his tongue slid over it,
just barely touching her nipple. Rose almost came when his tongue
did flicker her nipple. She moaned, squirming, her hips still
moving like she was getting fucked. Her nipple bent up and then
down, up and then down as his tongue rapidly flickered over it.
His lips pressed down over her areola and sucked the entire thing
into his mouth, lips pinching down on her  nipple. Rose grabbed
the back of his head, pulling him deeper into her breast. They’d
never felt this sensitive. She didn’t ever want him to let go,
but Gage released her nipple, kissing it and then kissing his way
up the top’s of her breasts. His body was slowly climbing up the
bed to envelope her, to possess her, to dominate her. She could
feel his hard mass pressing her down into the bed. His tongue was
kissing her neck now. She was still holding the back of his head
when she felt the first probe of his mighty cock at the entrance
to her pussy. Rose was too far gone to deny him access. She
opened her legs wider as the big cock head pressed against her
pussy lips. Gage was kissing up her cheek, his tongue teasing
into her ear. Rose pulled back and raised her head so that her
lips were beside his ear. “Fuck me,” she whispered in it.

Gage’s cock head was already pushing her labia apart when she
said it, just the tip slipping inside teasing her.. He pushed
down on his hips, his plum sized cock head pushing inside Rose’s
pussy. She moaned. Gage was impressed at how easily she took him,
but then she was soaked. He‘d never seen a pussy so eager to get
fucked. “Damn this pussy is tight,” he muttered.

“Sorry,” she whispered. Rose’s body was beyond her control. She
was humping up into Gage’s cock wanting it deeper, wanting it
moving in and out of her, wanting it fucking her. “You’re a lot
bigger then I’m used to.”

“Fuck, I wasn’t complaining. I like my pussies tight.” He worked
a little more in, smirking as Rose began humping his cock faster.
She was making a constant mewling sound in the back of her
throat. He took his time putting it in. She needed to cum bad,
but he wanted his cock buried in her pussy before she did. He was
practically crushing her beneath his weight, yet she was humping
his cock like she was fucking him. “Goin deeper,” he groaned,
feeling his cock slide deep in her pussy. Deeper then any white
boy had ever gone.  Rose kept humping him. Her slim white arms
were wrapped around his back trying to pull him deeper. He
obliged, pushing nearly all of his cock into her until it pressed
against her cervix.

“Ow!” she grunted. “Is that all of it? Now please fuck me and
fuck me hard.”

“Almost,” grunted Gage, flexing his cock in her pussy. She
squealed in delight thinking he was about to start fucking her,
but in reality he was letting his precum soften her cervix. “You
said you was engaged?” he asked.

“Yes, what about it?” Rose asked. She didn’t want to talk about
her fiance, she wanted to fuck. She was now trying to slide her
body underneath his muscular mass to get him to fuck her.

“You was in-Gaged, now Gage in you.” The strong black man pushed
his cock through her cervix and planted the head in her womb.

“OOW! Ooh oh yes, that’s good, so deep. Your cock is so big in
me.” Rose was purring, luxuriating in the feeling of being
completely stuffed with cock. He held still, his entire cock
buried inside her. Rose’s body gave a little spasm when he made
his cock jerk. He did it again and she gasped. Gage had gotten
her so worked up, she was ready to cum, just from having his huge
cock flexing inside her. “Aah. AAHH! Pl-please Gage,” she gasped.
“I feel it again. Please let me cum this time.”

Gage felt a little sorry for her. She was begging for it, even
sobbing a little. “Sorry, not yet,” he told her, slowly
withdrawing his cock out until just the head was in her.

“NO!” Rose wrapped her legs around his hips and clutched him
tightly. “You can’t do this to me.”

Gage pulled back a little so that he could look in her eyes. Rose
looked like a madwoman, half crazed. “What the fuck? Maybe I
will.” He slowly slid his cock back inside her. “Then again…”
Gage started pulling back again.

“NOOooo! Fuck me Gage. Please? I want it sooo bad.” Rose was
crying now. Tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

“You want what?”

“It! I want IT. I want your… big black cock. Yes, that’s it. I
want your big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock.
YESsss!” Rose screamed in delight as he finally began working his
big black cock in and out of her. “That’s it. Thank you Thank
you. Fuck my white pussy with your big black cock, Gage.” She
looked over at the mirror and couldn’t believe how erotic it
looked seeing her pale white body beneath the black man’s
muscular black one.

“You got it, slut,” he growled. Gage began pounding her rapidly.
The full length of his cock slid in and out of her pussy. His
powerful thrusts were forcing her down into the mattress which
pushed her up into his thrusting cock.

“OOohh MY GAWD!” screamed Rose in awe of what she was feeling.
Her body leapt up to meet his thrusting cock. He’d only thrust
his cock into her womb a half dozen times when her dam finally
burst. “CCUUMMIINNGG!” Rose’s body started humping his cock
faster then he was fucking her. She’d never felt her pussy react
like this. It was clamping down around his shaft, trying to hold
it still only to balloon up sending waves of pleasure through her
body. It didn’t stop there either. Another six thrusts and she
was cumming again and again a few thrusts after that. Each one
seemed bigger then the first. Each one wracked her body with
pleasure. Each one left her exhausted and breathless. She could
no longer talk, or scream in joy. “Unh Unh Unh,” was all that
could come from Rose’s lips with each mighty thrust of his
formidable cock. She had long lost count of the orgasms, but the
biggest was yet to cum. Gage thrust his cock to the back of her
womb and held it buried. His hot black seed exploded from the
head, flooding her womb. Rose’s body leaped into his, shaking
underneath him. Each blast from his cock sent more and more
potent semen into her womb, filling it, and forcing semen down
into her pussy, to squirt out over their conjoined crotches. Rose
felt everything go black and then she fell limp.

“Never… tease… black cock… slut… fuck… weekend long…”

“Whaaa?” Rose slowly came to her senses, aware that the big black
man was still inside her, still covering her body with his strong
muscular one. She was aware that he had been talking to her, but
could only make out a few words.

Gage chuckled. “I was sayin, that I’m never gonna tease you
again. Admit you’re a slut for big black cocks and I’ll see that
you cum all weekend long.”

“I’m not a slut, but I do love your big black cock, Gage,”
whispered Rose. She lifted her head and kissed his hard chest.
“I’d love it if we did this all weekend long.”

Gage’s cock had softened considerably, but he still felt huge
compared to her fiancé. He pushed himself up, pulling his cock
free of her pussy and Rose thought that Niagara falls had
suddenly materialized in her pussy. Sperm began pouring from her.
“Go get cleaned up,” he told her.

Rose spent the next thirty minutes in the bathroom, sitting on
the toilet, trying to force what seemed to be a gallon of semen
from her well fucked pussy. Her cervix had closed back up and she
swore she could feel his seed sloshing around in her womb. She
was thankful she was on the pill. All was quiet in the next room.
Mark had apparently given Dixie as good a fucking as Rose had
gotten. Not that she was complaining, but she wondered how they
had gotten into this strange situation.

Rose found a dozen packs of unopened toothbrushes. She brushed
and then returned to Gage’s bed, sliding in next to him. She
uncharacteristically reached out to fondle his mighty cock and
was surprised when it swelled up a little. This big black guy was
amazing! “Wake me up in the morning lover and we can do this
again,” she purred, half asleep.

Gage pulled away from her. “Sure thing babe. I gotta go piss.
Back in a few.”

Rose was already half asleep when he left the room.

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

Gage stopped off to urinate in the bathroom. After flushing, he
began stroking his cock back to erection as he stepped through
the door to Mark’s room. A light was still on, but set to a
dimmer setting. The couple on the bed were laying on their sides
spooning. Mark was on the outside, his cock nestled between
Dixie’s ass cheeks. Gage tapped Mark on the shoulder until the
black lifeguard woke up. Mark nodded and slid off the bed. Dixie
moaned in displeasure, but didn’t wake up.

The two black men snuck back into the bathroom and filled each
other in on their nights.  Mark stood and pissed inside the
toilet while Gage told him about Rose’s hand job and his teasing
her until she was begging to be fucked. Mark laughed and bragged
about his sexual trifecta- oral, inter, and anal- with Dixie. The
two black men joked around together, stroking their cocks back to
full erection. Neither the least uncomfortable being nude
together for they had done this sort of thing many times. When
they left, they switched rooms, walking towards the sleeping
white women with full erections.

Gage kneeled on the bed and pulled a protesting sleepy Dixie onto
all fours. “Again?” she moaned. “You’re a fucking god, Mark.”
Dixie buried her head in the pillow.

Gage kneeled behind her and slowly pushed his cock into her well
fucked pussy. She moaned in delight as he began fucking her. Gage
suppressed a chuckle when he looked down at her tramp stamp. Some
of Mark’s sperm was still wet, but for the most part, her
confederate flag tattoo was covered in a black man’s dried flaky
semen with a sticky wet spot here and there.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his thrusting cock.
This was some good pussy. Rose too for that matter. The flag
girls both had seemed starved for some big cock. Their pussies
tightly gripped a big cock, vibrating and expanding whenever they
came. With each vaginal contraction, Rose and Dixie’s pussies
contracted inwards as if trying to pull their cocks in even
deeper.

“Oh Mark, your cock is amazing,” she cried after her second
orgasm with Gage. “It feels even thicker then the last time.”

“It is a little thicker and I ain’t Mark,” said Gage, burying his
cock and filling her womb with his seed.

“GAGE!” screamed Dixie without even looking over her shoulder.
She struggled a little trying to pull away, but as soon as his
sperm hit her womb, she was screaming in orgasm again, her body
reversing course, pushing back into his ejaculating cock.

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

Mark was taking Rose doggy style and she was loving it. “I swear
your big black cock is even deeper then last time,” she moaned.
He chuckled as her body began trembling as she had a large
orgasm. “Only your big black cock can make me cum that hard,
Gage,” she cried, her voice muffled as it was buried in a pillow.

Mark stared down at the tight little puckered asshole staring up
at him. It was pure and untapped. Rose had never felt a black
cock or a white penis up her sweet virgin ass. Mark stuck his
thumb in his mouth and wet it with his salvia. Then he grabbed
her ass cheeks hard and pressed the tip of his thumb against her
sphincter.

Rose squealed like a pig the second she felt pressure against it.
“What are you doing?” she asked confused and trying to pull away
from the thumb in her ass. “No Gage. It feels funny. Not in my
ass. Take it out… OH! Shit! I’m cumming again.” Rose trembled
again as she came all over his thrusting cock while he worked his
thumb in an out of her ass. He needed to slow down or he was
going to blow soon and he wanted to break her ass in properly.
Mark took every one of his conquests anally, especially the white
ones. White girls could be haughty, but sodomizing them always
seemed to have a humbling effect on them. He’d broken in a lot of
white asses, but never two within hours of each other. Mark
pulled his cock and thumb out, then guided his foot long cock up
to her rosebud.

The head had pushed through her sphincter before she’d recovered
from her orgasm. “WHAAA?” she grunted. “Ow! Gage, what are you
doing? OW! OW! OW! Wrong hole! Jesus, Gage, stop it.”

“I’m taking this fine white ass,” grunted Mark, feeling his cock
fighting to work it’s way deeper.

“Ow ow OW OW! Ow,” muttered Rose, her face scrunched up as his
huge cock worked it’s was into her bowels. “Gage it hurts.
Please? OW! OH! Mmmh OW! Yes! Oh yes! No Gage, pull it out. It’s
too deep. Gage can’t you hear me?” Rose was panting heavily as
she pleaded.

“He can’t here you. He’s in the next room fucking Dixie.”

Mark watched as she lifted her head off the pillow and looked at
Gage’s sex mirror on the wall. The look on her face was priceless
as she stared at him. He winked and waved at their reflection
before turning back to fucking her ass properly.

Rose continued to stare at the mirror. She never said another
word for a good five minutes before she looked away from their
reflection and buried her head in the pillow. “YES!” she hissed.
“Fuck my ass, Mark.” Rose moaned and then her body trembled
again. She was cumming from just having her ass fucked. Rose
didn’t even need to diddle herself to get off like Dixie had.
When she came to her senses. Rose was sobbing and crying. She
seemed genuinely upset. Mark slammed his cock forward as deep as
it would go and flooded her bowels with sperm. “Do it. Fill my
ass up, Mark,” she moaned, still crying.

Mark’s cock was finally spent and needed a rest. He pulled it out
and watched her sphincter slowly close.  With as much sperm as
his big balls held, it always amazed him how long it took for the
trickle to appear. Rose’s rosebud would never again quite look
the same and it didn’t close all the way. It took a good fifteen
seconds before a white dot appeared in the center of her
sphincter and then his sperm began pouring out of her ass in a
steady flow. Rose sobbed into the pillow. “What’s wrong baby?” he
asked, playfully smacking her ass with the flat of his hand.
Spanking always humbled them too. “Didn’t you like it?”

“No, I loved it.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Gage was right. I am a slut for big black cocks.” Rose sobbed
into the pillow.

“Nothing wrong with that, slut,” he told her. “You should be
proud.”

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

Dixie woke up as light from the window shined into her face. She
was still in Mark’s bed, but it was the large more heavily
muscled form of Gage sleeping beside her. They were on the
covers, both still nude. She leaned up to stare down at his cock.
Even soft, he looks hard, she thought. His cock was a plump ten
inches and laying across his thigh. She couldn’t control herself
and reached down to touch it.

At first, she just caressed it, running her fingers along his
shaft. Then she grabbed it and squeezed. It’s hardness had been
an illusion. It was huge, but completely floppy. She shook it and
felt it swell in her hand. His mighty cock head swelled up like a
balloon and then began to rise. She stared at the growing black
cock in awe.

“Now that’s how I like to wake up,” groaned Gage still half
asleep.

“Your black cocks are amazing,” said Dixie while staring at the
thick eleven inch shaft in her hand. “I’ve never seen anything so
big as you and Mark, but then I never ever thought I’d sleep with
a nigg…”

“Continue.”

“Never mind,” said Dixie.

“Say the word, Dixie.”

“No, I’m sorry. It was a slip.”

“You were gonna say nigger. Say it. I don’t mind.”

“I thought you people hated the “N” word.” Dixie knew she had
slipped up. She hoped she hadn’t upset him too much. She’d grown
up with a white father and brothers who always called blacks
“niggers” and her husband used the word even more then they had.
Her tan face drained of color as she remembered the last time
Billy Ray had used the “N” word. The had passed a black man
holding hands with a white woman. “Nigger lover,” Billy Ray had
growled after they passed. What would he say if he knew his wife
was now a nigger lover?

“It depends on the context,” said Gage. “Personally, I love
hearing the word nigger from a white woman’s lips. I’ll show you
what I’m talking about. Climb up and ride my big black cock,” he
ordered.

Dixie felt relieved that he was still willing to fuck her after
she’d slipped up.  She stood up over him and lowered herself down
on his cock. The head slowly pushed into her. “There it is,” she
moaned, feeling him swell inside her.

“Stop,” he ordered. “Tell me what’s inside you.”

“Your cock,” she gasped, wanting to just slam her pussy down over
his big shaft. Instead, just his cock head was probing inside her
pussy. “Your big black cock is in me.”

“No Dixie. Say the word.”

“Your big nigger cock is in me,” she moaned.

“You may slide down now,” he told her. “Who’s cock stretches you
out more, mine or your husband’s?”

“Yours,” she told him.

“Say the word.”

“Your nigger cock stretches me out more.”

“Good girl Dixie.” Gage reached up and grabbed her tits. “Who’s
hands are playing with these big white titties?”

“Your strong nigger hands, Gage.”

Gage chuckled. “Who’s cock goes deeper?”

“Your big black nigger cock, Gage,” she screamed as his cock head
entered her womb. Dixie felt her thighs sit on his legs as she
took his entire cock.

“Who’s cock do you want to fuck right now, Dixie? Your husbands?”

“No, I want to fuck your big black nigger cock,” she cried,
enjoying the game.

“Then fuck that nigger cock you white slut.”

“Yes Gage,” she moaned, beginning to bounce in his lap. “I’ll
fuck your big black nigger cock good, Gage. I’m gonna fuck this
nigger cock good. I love your nigger cock.” Dixie threw her head
back and ran her hands through her hair as she bounced in his
lap. His hands were still squeezing her breasts roughly, teasing
her nipples. “Oh god,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum, Gage. Your
nigger cock is making me cum.”

“Cum then Dixie. Cum all over that big nigger cock.”

“YES!” Dixie screamed slamming herself down on his cock as her
orgasm exploded from her loins. “CUMMING!” Dixie thrashed around
for a moment before sitting back up.

“Can a little white prick make you cum like a whore, Dixie?”

“No Gage. Only big black nigger cock can make me cum like that.”
Dixie felt a little sad as she began bouncing in his lap again.
Gage was right. Only nigger cock could do that to her body. Billy
Ray could never in his wildest dreams make her cum like that. Her
smallest orgasm with Gage or Mark was better then the best sex
she’d ever had with her husband. Hell, getting ass fucked by Mark
had been better then sex with Billy Ray. “Oh god, going to cum
again,” she cried. Until last night, she’d never had  a multiple
orgasm before. Hell, she rarely had singular orgasms.

“Which cocks do you want to fuck from now on?”

“Only black cocks,” moaned Dixie as her orgasm approached. “Only
nigger cocks.”

Gage laughed almost evilly. He began bucking his hips, thrusting
his cock up into her. “Which cocks are superior?”

“Nigger cocks,” she told him. “Almost there,” she moaned.

“You on the pill?”

“NO!” She’d forgotten about that. She and Billy Ray were trying
to have a baby.  Gage needed to pull out, but it felt so good
having a black cock ejaculate inside her womb.

“Then take my nigger seed.” Gage finally released her tits,
grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock as it exploded
in her womb. “Gonna knock you up with a nigger baby.”

“YES! CCUUMMIINNGG!” screamed Dixie so loudly, she was sure
everyone in the house could hear her if not even the neighbors in
the next condo. Her orgasm curled her toes, rolled her eyes up in
her head, and nearly made her black out. It was her biggest cum
yet and it seemed to last forever. Each squirt of Gage’s cock
into her fertile womb prolonged her orgasm. Blast after blast of
his hot nigger seed filled her womb, filling it, then flowing out
into her pussy until it dripped out onto his balls. Gage held her
down on his cock until it finally quit jerking. “Soooo goood,”
moaned Dixie.

“And that’s what I mean by context,” said Gage. He slapped her
ass several times. “Now get up. I gotta take a shower and get to
work.

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

“YES! CCUUMMIINNGG!”  echoed through the room waking Rose. She
groaned when she saw Mark laying on his side, looking at her. “Oh
no,” she groaned. “What have I done?”

“Having regrets, sexy?” asked Mark.

“I cheated on my fiancé. How could I do that to Jake? I slept
with another man.”

“Actually you slept with two men.” Mark sat up on his knees. His
hand was in his lap stroking his cock to erection. “Two black
men.”

“I’m such a slut,” she sobbed, starting to cry again. Mark
suddenly through his leg over her body and kneeled down over her
stomach. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna fuck those big white titties.”

“Oh god, you’re insatiable,” said Rose, looking down in awe at
Mark’s foot long cock. There was one sight she’d never grow used
to. She wrinkled her nose in distaste when he spit in his hand
and began coating his shaft with his saliva.

“Squeeze them titties together,” he told her, forcing his cock
down between her bosom. Rose placed her palms on the sides of her
breasts and pushed them together. They contoured themselves
around Mark’s cock. “You ever been titty fucked before?”

“No,” she replied. Rose stared at the foot long black cock
nestled between her large bosom. Mark began sliding his cock back
and forth between them. She was caught off guard when his golf
ball sized cock head hit her chin. “Never,” she added watching
her nipples growing. Despite her guilt and regrets, she was
getting turned on again.

“I’m surprised. Them big ass titties were designed for titty
fucking.” Mark leaned over her holding himself up with his hands.
He began sliding his cock faster between her breasts.

Rose angled her head to avoid getting hit again and found the end
of his cock sliding up to her nose and back down to her chin. The
head brushed past her lips and she couldn’t help herself. She
stuck out her tongue licking the underside of his shaft as it
moved past her lips. Her hands slid up the sides of her breasts
until she could pinch her hard nipples while still squeezing her
tits around his cock. Her nipples were sensitive and she moaned
as she pinched them. His cock head slipped inside her mouth as
she moaned. Rose lifted her head further, his cock head began
sliding in and out of her lips, she twirled her tongue around it.
Her arousal was growing. She wanted his cock down her throat,
fucking her pussy or even her ass again, but he seemed determined
to get off fucking her tits. She tried harder, bobbing her head
now each time his cock slid into her mouth. She could feel it
growing, hardening, swelling up until it felt like it might burst
and then it did. Mark’s hot seed filled her mouth, forcing her
head back until it sprang free of her lips. Rose swallowed just
as a huge load of ejaculate fanned out from his cock head
covering the top of her head. He pushed himself up and pulled his
cock out of her tits letting wad after wad fall to coat her soft
white mounds. Milky sperm splattered on her nipples, chest, and
chin. “It’s so good,” she groaned, licking her lips. Her body
writhed on the bed wanting a cock in it.

“Have some more,” said Mark, sliding up so that his cock bobbed
over her open mouth. He stroked the shaft milking every drop of
his seed out of it. His cum fell down onto her extended tongue
and Rose swirled it around inside her mouth, loving the rich
taste before swallowing it down. Once his cock was drained, Mark
climbed off her. “Gotta get my shower now.”

“No,” she pouted, “Stay and fuck me.” Rose was shocked. Had she
just said that?

“Love to, but I gotta get to work,” replied Mark. “Try to sleep
for awhile. You didn’t get much last night. Jamon will drive you
to Islamorada.” Mark strolled out of the room, his half erect
cock leading the way.

“God, I’m so horny,” she moaned. Rose could feel a wad of cum
slipping down her breast. She scooped it off with her finger and
licked it clean. She fought the urge to put her fingers in her
pussy. How could she actually be horny after last night, she
wondered? Still her exhaustion won out and her eyes closed five
minutes after Mark had left.

No sooner had Rose fallen asleep, then she felt strong hands on
her ankles, spreading them open. She groggily came to her senses
just as a large cock head was pushing against the entrance to her
pussy. “I knew you’d change your mind,” she whispered.

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

A worn out Dixie shuffled from Mark’s room to find Rose. She was
still nude and didn’t care. She figured Mark and Gage had already
seen her naked and Jamon’s room was upstairs. The bathroom door
was open. Mark was standing at the toilet urinating while Gage’s
large body could be seen in the shower. “Good morning,” said Mark
looking over his shoulder.

“Morning,” she replied, smiling at him. “Where’s Rose?”

“I left her in Gage’s room,” said Mark, winking at her.

“Thanks.” Dixie’s eyes glanced down to his cock. She couldn’t
help herself. It was still almost a foot long, but hanging down
limply after pissing. Dixie slowly walked to the next room,
pausing as she heard the sounds of someone fucking.

“That’s it Mark, give me that big black cock,” growled Rose’s
voice through the door.

Dixie glanced back at the bathroom. Mark was getting into the
shower now and Gage was toweling himself dry. What the hell was
going on with Rose, she wondered? Was she dreaming? The door was
open a crack and Dixie pushed it open. She slipped into the room.

Jamon was kneeling between Rose’s legs with her knees cupped in
his arms. He was slowly working his hips so that the tip of his
cock was working the insides of Rose’s pussy. Dixie snuck against
the wall near a mirror and watched.

“Deeper Mark,” begged Rose.

Jamon pushed his cock in deep and Rose moaned in satisfaction.
“Any ting you want, lovely lady,” he said in his island accent.

Rose opened her eyes to see the light glittering off Jamon’s gold
tooth. “Aaaaaa! Your not Mark!” Dixie’s friend looked absolutely
horrified to see Jamon’s ugly mug leering down at her.

“No mon, I ain’t Mark,” he said, picking up speed with his
thrusts. “Want me to take it out?”

“Unh unh unh,” grunted Rose with each thrust of his cock. “Unh
yes… no unh unh unh. Keep unh fucking me.”

Dixie was a little surprised at her friend. Rose was deeply in
love with her fiancé. She was the last person Dixie thought would
ever cheat on their significant other, especially with an ugly
black Jamaican. Dixie let out a little gasp when it hit her that
this was Rose’s third black man in less then 24 hours. And what a
black man he was. Jamon was fucking her with the full length of
his cock. He was every bit as long as Mark and as thick as Gage.
“Lucky slut,” she whispered as her arousal and jealousy grew.

Her arousal won out. Dixie leaned back against the mirrored wall
and slipped one hand down her sexy stomach, over her blonde pubic
hair and between her legs. She began fingering herself while her
other hand pinched her nipple. She watched this dark skinned
black man fuck her very pale best friend. Rose had the white skin
of a typical redhead where Dixie could have passed for a tanned
Hollywood starlet. The contrast of the couple on the bed was
amazing.

“Oh Dixie, they’re sooo biiig,” moaned Rose.

Dixie looked down at her friend. Rose had turned to look at the
mirror and spotted Dixie masturbating while watching them. “I
know, Rosie,” Dixie told her. “It’s good too.”

Rose nodded and turned to look down her stunning body at Jamon’s
stomach. He may have been thinner and more wiry then Mark or
Gage, but his stomach was all muscle. Below that stomach was a
very bushy patch of dark pubic hair and then the root of a thick
black cock, glistening with her juices. “He’s making me cum, Dix.
They make me cum so hard.”

“I know that too, Rosie,” she replied.

“CUMMING!” screamed Rose bucking her hips up into Jamon’s
thrusting cock.

“Me too,” whispered Dixie, her fingers getting her off while
watching her best friend writhe around in ecstasy as Jamon
speared her with his mighty cock. Dixie had never seen anything
so erotically sexy before. She wondered is she had looked as hot
riding Gage that morning.

“CCUUMMIINNGG AGAIN!” screamed Rose. This time her body was
leaping up to meet Jamon’s thrusts. He quit pumping and held his
cock buried in Rose’s pussy. His head was back and he was
sweating. “Fill my pussy,” said Rose, still screaming loudly.
“CUMMING!”

Dixie quit playing with herself as Jamon pulled his huge cock
from her friend. Rose’s head was turned away from her and she was
sobbing, but it was clearly from pleasure. Jamon slid off the bed
and moved towards Dixie and the exit. His huge dark black cock
stood straight out from his body. It was still swollen and hard
as a rock so soon after cumming. A white drop of semen hung from
the tip, stubbornly resisting gravity’s pull. “Rest up,” he told
her. “I go in to work at one o’clock and you can ride with me.”

Dixie nodded staring at his cock. It was still huge and hard, but
had lost some of it’s plumpness. The head began disappearing, but
it wasn’t shrinking. A thick black wrinkly foreskin was slowly
enveloping it. The foreskin finally pushed the hanging drop of
sperm off his pee slit and it dropped to the floor. Dixie
envisioned herself falling to all fours and licking the drop up,
not wanting to let it go to waste, but she didn’t. Instead Dixie
laid down on the bed beside Rose. Her friend was staring at the
ceiling with a stunned, but contented look on her face.

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

Rose felt the mattress dip as Dixie laid on her side next to her
on the small bed. Dixie propped her head up with her hand and
stared down at her friend. “What the hell happened, Dix?” she
asked.

Dixie laughed. “I’m not sure. All I know is that when I saw that
monster sticking out of Mark’s legs, I had to have it. We must
have been pretty drunk last night.”

“We weren’t drunk this morning,” said Rose. “What do I tell
Jake?”

“You tell him nothing dumbass. We just went a little crazy that’s
all. What happens in the Florida Keys stays in the Florida Keys.
I for one didn’t know sex could be this good. We’ll just get it
out of our system this weekend and then go get a room in Key West
before returning back to my boring small dicked husband. No
regrets.”

“No regrets. Thank god I’m on the pill,” said Rose. “It’s safe
for you too?” There was a long pause and Rose said, “Dix?”

“I went off the pill a three months ago.”

“Oh dear god!” Rose turned on her side to face her dearest
friend. “What if they knocked you up. You could be carrying a
black man’s baby.”

“I know,” said Dixie shivering. “I couldn’t resist it. Every time
one of those things went off in my pussy I had a huge orgasm.
Hopefully, Billy Ray already got me pregnant. We been doing it
twice a week and even had goodbye sex Thursday night and again
yesterday morning before I drove to pick you up. If you can call
having his little dick root around in my pussy for a few minutes
sex.”

“Dixie! That’s your husband,” said Rose reproaching her friend,
but she understood completely where Dixie was coming from. “Still
Dixie, it’s only Saturday morning. We wont have the money wired
to us until Monday. We’re stuck here until then. They’re going to
want to fuck us again tonight and tomorrow. The cat’s out of the
bag. We can’t refuse them.”

“I don’t want to refuse them. I want to fuck and suck those big
nigger cocks all weekend.”

“Ssshh, you fool,” hushed Rose. “They’ll hear you.”

“Context Rosie, context.” Dixie chuckled.

“I want to keep fucking them too, but it’s safe for me. You need
to make them wear condoms.”

“Now there’s a sexy sight,” said Jamon walking back into the
room. He was freshly showered and his dreadlocks were wet, but
they still looked dirty. “Your turn Blondie,” he said, tugging on
his cock to make it hard and approaching the bed.

“Well I’m not about to turn down a chance to try out that
monster,” said Dixie. “This bed’s too small. Want to go back to
Mark’s or your room?”

“Here’s just fine.” Jamon’s cock was rock hard again, an
impressive majestic sight sticking out from his crotch. It was
Mark‘s length with Gage‘s thickness, but it looked bigger on his
thinner frame. “Roll on top red there,” he ordered.

Rose frowned and looked at Dixie. Dixie just shrugged not
understanding, but Jamon grabbed her ass and pulled her up until
she was straddling Rose in the middle of the bed. Rose looked up
into Dixie’s blue eyes as Dixie was on all fours over her.
Dixie’s breasts were as big as hers and they hung down like
udders pressing into Rose’s breasts. The bottom of the bed
depressed as Jamon climbed on it. He moved Rose and Dixie’s legs,
making it easier for him to fuck Dixie. “Make him wear a condom,”
whispered Rose. Dixie looked at her sadly, but shook her head.
“Wear a condom,” Rose yelled out from under Dixie.

“No mon,” said Jamon. “Never have put a sheath on this big boy,
never will.”

“Dixie?” said Rose trying to warn her friend of the consequences.
Dixie didn’t stop the Jamaican. Instead, she gasped and her face
scrunched up in concentration. Rose knew that Jamon had just
entered her. Dixie’s breasts began pressing down on hers with
each thrust of Jamon’s cock. Dixie’s arms and legs gave out as
she slowly lowered down onto Rose’s body. Rose didn’t have the
view that Dixie had watching Rose get fucked. All Rose could see
was her blonde friend’s face, but it was all written there.
Dixie’s brow would furrow with each new inch she took. Her eyes
scrunched up in concentration and she winced as Jamon’s cock head
entered her womb. Dixie threw her head back and sucked her lower
lip into her mouth with her first orgasm.

Suddenly the relentless pounding that was pushing Dixie down on
Rose stopped. “What’s wrong?” asked Dixie.

“Nothing mon. I want you to kiss yo friend.”

Rose stared in Dixie’s face. Both women looked confused. “What?”
asked Rose around Dixie.

“I want Blondie here to give you a little kiss, mon.”

“No,” said Dixie and Rose shook her head in agreement.

“YYEESS!” groaned Dixie, her body pushing down into Rose’s as
Jamon buried his cock to the hilt in her. She whimpered as he
withdrew it.

“Kiss her if you want more of this cock.”

Rose looked up at Dixie. Dixie’s eyebrows rose in a shrug. Rose
shook her head no, but Dixie’s lips were already coming down to
meet hers. Her blonde friend gave her a quick peck on the lips
before pulling away.

“No bitches. I want you kissing like you mean it. Dixie, you kiss
Red there like she was the one with the big cock in you.”

Rose turned her head looking away so she could see herself in the
mirror, Dixie laying on top of her with Jamon kneeling between
their legs. She watched and felt Dixie move her head down to kiss
the sides of her mouth.  Then Dixie was turning her head back up
until their lips met full on. Dixie mashed her mouth down hard on
hers and Rose felt her friend’s tongue pushing into her mouth.
Rose used her tongue to push back, trying to force it out.
Instead, their tongues began dueling. Their kiss turned more
passionate. Dixie pulled back long enough to suck her lower lip
into her mouth and squeal as Jamon began fucking her again. Then
without being told, Dixie brought her lips back down on Rose’s.
Rose willingly opened her mouth this time. Her nipples were
hardening, pushing into Dixie’s breast flesh. Dixie’s nipples had
turned hard the moment Jamon entered her and Rose could feel
Dixie’s nipples pushing back into her breasts.

“That’s it bitches. Get into it,” said Jamon.

Rose was getting into it. Dixie’s soft body felt so nice touching
her skin. Jamon’s thrusting cock kept pushing Dixie’s pelvis down
against Rose’s crotch. It felt like Dixie was actually trying to
fuck her. Rose began lifting her hips up matching Jamon’s
thrusts, wishing she was getting fucked again.

Dixie pulled back, pushing her torso off Rose and rearing her
head. “Cumming!” she moaned, her eyes rolling up.

Dixie’s big breasts had swung up into Rose’s face. Rose didn’t
want to quit kissing her soft gentle friend. She kissed the pale
spot within Dixie’s tan lines. Her lips beside Dixie’s nipple and
then her lips were on Dixie’s nipple, her tongue flickering over
it, sucking the long hard tip between her lips.

“CCUUMMIINNGG!” screamed Dixie louder, her friend’s mouth on her
nipple and a big black cock filling her pussy.

“So am I bitch,” growled Jamon.

“PULL OUT,” yelled Rose, taking her mouth off Dixie’s nipple.
“PULLMMPPFF…” Rose suddenly found her face buried in Dixie’s
breasts as Jamon slammed his cock balls deep and began filling
Dixie’s womb with his fertile Jamaican seed.

“JEEEZUS,” moaned Dixie loudly. Rose felt her trembling on top of
her as she either had another large orgasm or just a continuation
of the last one.  Hot semen started trickling on Rose’s pubic
mound as Jamon’s sperm began overflowing Dixie’s pussy and
leaking from it.

Jamon pulled his cock out and sat back on his knees. “Nice tight
white pussy, Blondie. You too Red. Rest or go get cleaned up and
I’ll take ya both to work with me in a couple hours.” Jamon got
off the bed and left the room.

Dixie shifted herself on Rose’s body so that their faces were
staring at each other. Their noses less then an inch apart. “That
was different,” said Dixie.

“It sure was,” replied Rose. She didn’t resist when Dixie turned
her head sideways and kissed her again. Their kiss was gentler
this time, more romantic then passionate. It didn’t last long.
Dixie broke the kiss and rolled off her. Both friends laid on
their backs staring at the ceiling. “Wanna take a shower
together?”

“Alright,” said Dixie.

Dixie and Rose shared the shower. It was different this time from
all the other times they’d shared a shower. Previously it had
been casual, this time it was a little weird. They stared at each
other’s bodies seeing each other in a new light. Rose kneeled
before Dixie, soaping her blonde pubic region and around her
thighs. They soaped each others breasts, bellies, and backs. Rose
turned her face up to the stream of water trying to get the dried
flakes of Mark’s sperm off her and felt Dixie cleaning around her
reddish brown pubic hair. She gasped when Dixie’s finger slid
along her slit and then sank into her pussy up to a knuckle. A
second finger joined the first and Rose gasped as her clit was
sucked between Dixie’s lips. Dixie’s tongue flickering back and
forth over her clit sent her over the edge and Rose reached down
to grab the back of Dixie’s head, pulling her head into her pussy
as she had a small, but satisfying orgasm.

Dixie quit fingering her and stood up. “Sorry, I just wanted to
know what it was like.”

“Pretty good on my end,” said Rose. They stared into each other’s
eyes, silent as the shower rained down on them. Finally, Rose
broke the ice. “And I thought having a black guy’s cock up my ass
would be the strangest thing to happen to me this weekend.”

Dixie slowly smiled and laughed. “There’s a first time for
everything, I guess. This is a weekend of firsts it seems.”

“And it’s only Saturday morning,” said Rose, wondering what else
might happen to them before Dixie’s husband could wire the money
to them.

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

Dixie and Rose slipped into Jamon‘s camaro for the hour long trip
to Islamorada. The Jamaican bartender put the top down and both
girls felt the hot Florida sun soaking into their bikini clad
bodies. They brought along their BBC shirts for no good reason
other then that their tee shirts were the only other clothes they
owned at the moment. Jamon told them not to worry about food and
drink. He could hook them up with some of their needs and run a
tab for the rest. They could pay him back on Monday.

Both girls got some good news when Jamon pulled into the parking
lot. The rental company had dropped off a replacement jeep. They
were penniless and owned nothing but their BBC shirts, bikinis,
shoes, navel piercings, and Rose’s cowboy hat, but at least they
had wheels.

Saturday was a hectic day at the resort as young Miamians flocked
down to Islamorada to party and for some fun in the sun. Their
new black friends were busy most of the day. Mark sat in his
lifeguard chair scanning the pool. Gage talked to them briefly,
but he had to keep patrolling the resort’s pools, beach, bars,
and dance floor. Jamon was busy at the bar, but served them a few
drinks. The Flag girls were as popular today as they had been
yesterday. They didn’t need Jamon to give them free drinks.
Various young men kept drinks in their hands all day. Rose and
Dixie danced when the band was on, took dips in the pool or
ocean, strolled down to the docks and basically enjoyed the
vacation they had planned on having.  The four man reggae band,
Rasta With Meatballs, even called them onstage and declared the
flag girls to be the hottest girls in the Florida keys. The
announcement drew a lot of whistles and catcalls from the
audience who approved of the band’s choice.

The sun had reached it’s zenith and was dipping towards the gulf
coast when the girls decided to take a late lunch. They headed
towards Jamon’s bar to order something to eat.

“God bless America,” yelled an inebriated young man, saluting
Rose’s bikini as he passed.

“What can I get you?” asked Siobhan the female bartender as Dixie
and Rose sat down at the bar.

“I’m sorry, but could Jamon wait on us,” said Dixie.

Siobhan looked over at the tall Jamaican busy mixing drinks.
“He’s tied up, but I know your situation. I’ll run you a tab and
hand it over to the big man.”

Dixie and Rose ordered some club sandwiches. They checked Siobhan
out with a critical eye. The bartender was gorgeous, had long red
hair and a body to rival either of the flag girls. Both Dixie and
Rose decided they didn’t like her, their womanly jealousies
against female competition kicking in. Siobhan was wearing short
shorts that showed off a great ass and her white tee shirt was
tied up to show her tanned flat stomach. Dixie read the word
BLACK on the tee shirt. “What’s your shirt say?” asked Dixie
curious. Siobhan spread her shirt out above her large bosom. It
read, BLACK OWNED. “What’s that mean?” added Dixie.

“It means I only give my body to black men,” said Siobhan making
Rose gasp. “You two know the score. I’m sure each of you  had
those pussies stretched by some BBC last night.” Rose gasped
again. “I get sick of white boys hitting on me all weekend, so I
always wear some BBC gear to give them the hint.” Siobhan pointed
down at her spade navel piercing.

Dixie noticed Rose glance at her out of the corner of her eye. “I
don’t think BBC mean British Broadcasting Corporation,” said
Rose.

Siobhan laughed. “No, it doesn’t. It means your into black men
and their big black cocks. I’ll be back with your food.”

Rose turned and looked directly at Dixie. “Holy shit!” she
whispered.

“Holy shit indeed,” said Dixie. “We walked around last night
advertising we were black owned. Bastard,” she added thinking
about Gage and the grin on his face when he handed her the two
tee shirts. Then Dixie laughed finding it funny. “Last night we
were black owned.”

“Yes,” agree Rose, shivering.

Siobhan returned with their sandwiches. “Let me ask you
something,” said Dixie. “How did you become black owned?”

Siobhan nodded her head towards Jamon, still busy serving drinks.
“Not much to look at is he? Still, he’s a very masculine man,
confident, self assured, arrogant. He doesn’t ask, he tells and
you find yourself wanting to obey. I’ve never met a man with more
animal magnetism. I’ve worked here three years. I was happy,
dating one of the charter boat captain and deeply in love with
him. We hired Jamon a year ago and as soon as we were alone on
that first day he looked down at me and said, “I’m going to fuck
you.”. I politely informed him that I was spoken for and that if
he said anything like that again, I’d have him fired for sexual
harassment. By the end of that day, Jamon was running the bar
like he was the manager. On the second day, my pussy was getting
wet when I worked around him. He kept brushing past me. I’d be
bent over the bar and he’d come up behind me reaching up for a
glass, pushing his monster cock against my ass. On the third day,
we closed the bar together and he fucked me while my boyfriend
sat drinking on his boat waiting for me to get off. And you know
what?”

“What?” asked Dixie and Rose together, mesmerized by Siobhan’s
tale.

“I did get off. I got off a lot. I got off so many times I broke
up with my boyfriend. I went home with Jamon thinking we were
starting a relationship only to have him share me with his
roommates. Two days later I was wearing the gear and got my navel
pierced so I could display the queen of spades pin, Amir gave me.
Jamon’s cock makes you do things you never thought you would.”

Dixie nodded. “Yes, it does,” she agreed, thinking about kissing
Rose earlier.

“Tonight my body belongs to Rasta With Meatballs. The lead
singer…” Siobhan held her hands out about thirteen inches apart.
Siobhan winked and went to wait on someone else.

“Some story,” said Dixie to Rose as she took a bite of her
sandwich. “Jamon broke her down in three days.”

Rose snorted. “You broke down a minute after seeing Mark’s cock.”

Dixie felt her cheeks turning red. “You didn’t last much longer.”

Dixie and Rose finished their sandwiches, each a little angry at
the other and embarrassed by their actions last night. Then they
wandered down to the docks to stare at the colorful fish swimming
around in the clear water.  “There’s another one checking us
out,“ whispered Rose.

Dixie looked up from the water. Sure enough there was another
black man checking them out. He had a shaved head and big arms
folded across his chest. His skin was brown, but a dark brown. He
was wearing a white tee shirt and white shorts. He was standing
in the back of a boat several boats down from them, staring at
the girls. He was standing right above the engine, the name of
the boat spelled out underneath him. The boat was named, BIG ROD.
“I bet it’s true,“ giggled Dixie.

“What?“

“I bet the man matches the boat.“

Rose read the boat’s name and laughed. Their dark mood from
talking to Siobhan earlier lightened up and they went back to
dancing and partying.

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

Rose felt that Dixie was too drunk to drive back to the guy’s
condo, so they left their rental in the parking lot and went home
with Mark and Gage. Jamon volunteered to bring their jeep back to
the condo and catch a ride to Islamorada in the morning. They
stopped off at a pizza restaurant and retuned with two large
pizzas. The four of them returned to the condo, eating pizza for
a late dinner, drinking beer and talking. The flag girls had been
drinking and buzzed all day long and their buzz stayed with them.
Neither had drank this much booze since college. The guys were a
little drunk from their shift beers and these additional beers
didn’t help. All four were pretty drunk by the time Jamon got
home. “I see I’m late for the party, mon” he said.

“You gotta lot of catching up to do,” said Rose.

“Ja mon. There’s a fasta way ta feel good, mon.” Jamon pulled a
fat joint out of his pocket. He sat down on the couch squeezing
Dixie between Gage and him. Dixie had removed her bikini top,
then put on the BBC ONLY tee shirt that barely covered her tits
and left her belly bare. Rose’s bikini top had been rubbing
against her nipples so she slipped it off when they got home and
pulled her longer I (HEART) BBC shirt on over her top, but the
shirt was tight and displayed her breasts nicely through the
material. Rose was sitting on a love seat next to Mark.

Jamon lit up the joint and passed it to Dixie. Dixie sniffed the
marijuana and shook her head no. Gage took the joint and inhaled
a deep hit. He handed it over to Rose who took it. “No thanks,”
she said, handing it over to Mark who took a hit. “I’ve never
done drugs.”

Jamon reached over and took the joint from Mark. “It‘s a religion
to me, mon,” he said, sucking a deep hit. He exhaled. “It brings
me closer to God.” He handed it back to Dixie.

This time Dixie took it. “What the hell? It’s been almost seven
years since I smoked a joint.” Dixie inhaled, held it, and then
slowly released it. She coughed once and turned red with
embarrassment. “Good stuff.” The joint went around the living
room a few more times. Dixie took another hit. “Really good
stuff. You should try it Rosie.”

Rose smelled the sweet smoke as it passed under her when Mark
took the joint. “I couldn’t. What would Jake say? He worked on
anti-drug campaigns in college. He‘d disapprove.”

Dixie laughed and kept laughing making Rose frown at her. “Taking
a hit off a joint,” she choked still laughing, “would be the last
thing he’d be disapproving of this weekend.” Dixie laughed and
the black men joined her. “Just take one hit. One more new thing
to try this weekend. God I’m hungry. Is there any pizza left?”

Rose watched the joint go around. Dixie was right. In 24 hours,
she’d had three different black men, sucked black cock, fucked
black cock, been titty fucked by  black cock, and been sodomized
by black cock. She’d made out with her best friend and she’d had
an orgasm while Dixie fingered her pussy and sucked her clit.
Yeah, smoking some dope would be the least of Jake’s concerns.
“Let me try it?” she asked reaching out for the joint.

Rose had smoked a few cigarettes when she was younger. She closed
her eyes. She put the joint in her mouth, inhaled and let her
lungs fill with smoke before releasing it. She took another hit
and smiled as the smoke escaped her lungs. She felt very relaxed
when she opened her eyes. Then she had to rub her eyes, not
believing what she was seeing. If pot made you hallucinate, she
should never have taken that second hit or tried it in the first
place. Dixie’s head was bent up as she passionately kissed Jamon.
Her shirt had been flipped up and Jamon was gently squeezing and
kneading her breast and nipple. What made the hallucination so
hard to believe was that Gage had leaned down and was sucking on
Dixie’s other breast. Rose stared wide eyed at the scene. She
wasn’t hallucinating. Her married friend was letting two men
fondle her.

Mark put out the joint before reaching over and cupping Rose’s
chin. He turned her head towards his and kissed her. Rose kissed
him back. Mark grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and tugged it up.
Rose lifted her arms over her head so that he could pull it off.
He grabbed and squeezed her bare breasts before pushing her back
so that he could lean down and suck one nipple into his mouth.
Rose moaned and glanced back across the room at Dixie. Jamon was
now standing and had yanked his pants down. Dixie was sucking the
end of his giant black cock. Gage slowly stood up and started
pulling his cock out. Rose frowned at what she was seeing.
Granted it was sexy, but was her friend really about to take on
two guys at once?

Rose fell back in the love seat as her ass lifted up from Mark’s
tugging on her panties. She glanced down at his crotch. He’d
pulled his long cock out of his pants and was stroking it to full
erection. She moaned with desire as he ran the fat head of his
cock up and down her rapidly lubricating slit. She looked back
over at Dixie. Her blonde friend was now sitting up on the couch
with a black cock in each hand. Dixie was sucking the end of
Gage’s fat one while stroking Jamon’s cock. Rose groaned as
Mark’s cock head pushed into her, but she continued staring at
her friend. Dixie was now sucking Jamon’s cock while stroking
Gage. “Get down on the floor, slut,” growled Jamon. “I wanna fuck
that white pussy.”

Mark was working the end of his cock around in her pussy to lube
it up. Rose’s body was responding to it, humping the end of his
cock, wanting it deeper. However, Rose didn’t want to see Dixie
behaving like this. She didn’t want them watching her either
though the threesome seemed too engrossed in each other to care.
Still, it just didn’t feel right doing this in the living room in
front of each other. Rose placed the palms of her hands on Mark’s
chest and pushed. “Stop it! Not here.”

“Why baby?” asked Mark, not really taking the hint and still
working his cock around.

“I don’t want them watching us. Lets go upstairs.” Rose realized
Dixie had watched her earlier, but her friends sluttiness was
making her uncomfortable.

“Suit yourself,” replied Mark, pulling his fully erect cock out
of her pussy. He held his hand out and she took it. They headed
up the condo’s stairs. “Let’s go to Jamon’s room. It’s got a nice
big bed.”

“Sorry about that,” said Rose. “I didn’t feel comfortable down
there. I can’t believe she’s fooling around with two guys. I
didn’t know Dix was such a slut.”

“Just think of the possibilities,” said Mark as they passed the
second floor and walked up to the third.

“No way,” said Rose. “It’s perverse.”

He led her into Jamon’s room. It did have a King sized bed with
only a sheet on it and lot’s of pillows. One wall had a poster of
Bob Marley on it. A table beside the bed held an alarm clock,
lamp, and a bong. Mark spun Rose around and pushed her down on
the bed. “Get them legs open,” he ordered.

Rose spread her legs wide as Mark kneeled between them and pushed
his cock back inside her pussy.

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

I’m so fucked up, thought Dixie, her head spinning she was so
high. She was on all fours before the sofa. Jamon kneeled behind
her and pushed his cock in her sopping wet pussy. She groaned.
Dixie was looking down at the carpet as Jamon began working his
mighty cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. She found herself
staring at two large black feet. Dixie looked up Gage’s feet and
legs, to the fat eleven inch monster sticking out above her head.
He slowly kneeled down and lined his cock up with her mouth. This
is so fucked up, she thought, but it’s kinky and I like it. I had
them both last night and this morning so why not both at once?

The married white Southern belle soon found herself sucking
Gage’s huge cock down her throat while Jamon pounded her pussy
hard from behind. At first she hadn’t been able to concentrate on
sucking Gage’s cock and could only lick the tip, but each time
Jamon’s balls slapped against her thighs, it forced more of
Gage’s cock down her throat. At some point, she realized, Gage’s
balls were slapping her chin in rhythm to Jamon’s testicles
hitting her thighs.

She couldn’t talk or moan. Dixie gurgled and choked around Gage’s
cock each time she came which was about three times at this
point. She had a fourth larger orgasm when Jamon slammed his cock
forward and held it still. Semen erupted from the end, flooding
her unprotected womb with millions of sperm. He held it buried in
her, his large cock jerking as it sent more of his seed into her
unprotected womb.

Dixie heard a rumbling outside. But ignored it assuming it was
thunder. Jamon had kept his cock in her, but was holding it
still. She turned her attention to sucking Gage off. He aided her
by holding her head and bucking his hips, shoving his cock head
up and down her throat. She heard voices and a saw a motorcycle
helmet being set down on the loveseat Rose and Mark had vacated.

“Would ya look at that slut,” said a strange voice. “Room for one
more?”

“Two more,” said another voice.

“Nah, we got this one. Mark just took another whore upstairs. Go
bother him,” said Gage still thrusting.

Dixie wasn’t too fond of all this whore and slut talk, but it was
hard to speak out with a thick eleven inch black cock fucking
one’s throat. The fat cock head spasmed around her esophagus. Hot
semen hosed the back of her throat. Gage pulled back until the
head cleared her throat and the still spurting cock began filling
her mouth with seed. She forgot all about the new arrivals as she
gulped Gage’s delicious sperm down her throat as fast as his cock
could pump it.

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

“CUMMING!” screamed Rose. It was the third one Mark had given
her. He was kneeling between her legs, cupping her knees in his
arms as he rammed his cock home. He had stopped fucking her and
held his cock buried. Rose thought he was ready to blow, but
instead he was looking over his shoulder. “What’s wrong, lover,”
she purred, still high on marijuana and orgasms.

“Nothing,” he said, turning his attention back to her. He pulled
his cock out. “I want you to ride me.”

“Gladly,” said Rose, rolling over. Mark took her spot on his back
and she grabbed his foot long shaft guiding it back into her
pussy. She began bouncing in his lap. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m gonna
fuck that big black cock Mark. I’m gonna fuck it good.”

“That’s right, get into it slut. Work that tight white pussy.
Fuck that black cock.”

“Jesus! I’m gonna have another one,” she moaned. Mark was
grabbing her butt cheeks as she rode him. He squeezed them
tighter pulling her down on his cock. Rose screamed. “YES!!!
CUMMING!” Her pussy exploded around his cock. Her orgasm was
huge. She slammed her pussy down hard on his shaft, wincing from
the sudden pain. Confused, Rose ground her crotch into Mark’s
pleasure giving rod, but there was still some pain only the pain
was coming from her ass. Her sphincter spread wide open as a cock
head the size of a golf ball slowly slid inside her ass. The
initial pain was gone. Now the added stimulation was triggering
her massive orgasm to become massive multiple orgasms. “AAH!
AAARGH!!! OHMYGOD!! Can’t stop CCUUMMIINNGG!!” The new cock
pushed deep into her ass. She was still cumming when both Mark
and the stranger worked their cocks in and out of her pussy and
ass. Rose wondered who it was. The size made her think of Jamon,
but it didn’t really matter. Mark had been right to tell her to
think of the possibilities of having two black cocks. She reared
back and massive black hands reached around to squeeze her
breasts. She leaned her head back and kissed the black man
fucking her ass. Then she fell forwards, mouth open as she
screamed in pleasure and found a huge black cock slipping inside
her mouth. Another black man was kneeling above Mark’s head.

Less then an hour ago, she had been embarrassed at Dixie for
taking two black cocks and now here she was one upping her best
friend and she was feeling no regrets.

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

Dixie slowly lowered herself over Gage’s cock as he laid on the
carpeted floor. No sooner had she taken the entire thing then she
felt Jamon’s cock head nudging her ass hole. She leaned forward
and raised her ass up a little to aid him. She winced a little as
her ass spread open for him. Jamon’s big size was new to her back
there. The two men wasted little time getting started. She sat up
a little leaning over Gage so that he could buck his hips,
thrusting his cock in and out of her stretched pussy. Jamon
hovered over her, reaming her ass out with a good ten inches of
cock. Dixie screamed and came all over Gage’s cock when Gage
leaned up and sucked one nipple between his lips.

“You loving dis, slut?” asked Jamon, gasping for breath as he
fucked her ass hard.

“YES! I love it,” moaned Dixie.

“What’s better then one big black cock, mon?”

“Two… OH GOD! Two big black cocks. Gonna cum again. Fuck me. Fuck
my pussy. Fuck my ass with you big nigger cocks. JEEZUS! CUMMING!

“Shit! So am I,” growled Gage, taking his mouth off her tit. He
thrust his cock deep and held it as his seed flooded Dixie’s
already saturated womb.

Feeling him cum inside her drove Dixie wild. Her orgasm lasted
forever, each spurt of Gage’s cock prolonging her pleasure. Dixie
screamed in pleasure, “AAAH AH AH AAAHH AAAHHH!” Her moaning
scream continuing as Gage kept cumming inside her. She was still
cumming when she found herself pushed down on Gage as Jamon
pushed his cock in hard and his sperm began filling her ass.
“UUGGHH!” she cried, having what felt like an orgasm on top of
her orgasm.

Dixie collapsed on Gage and closed her eyes. A smile of total
satisfaction creasing her lips.

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

Mark had been close to blowing before the two new guys showed up.
He couldn’t hold back any longer and Rose felt his hot seed
filling her womb. She screamed as she came again and the man in
her mouth, pushed his cock deeper down her throat. She fought
from gagging and looked up at the stranger. The man was handsome,
but brutish looking. Blue black tribal tattoos covered his arms
and chest. He was very muscular, even more so then Gage. His hair
was cut in a militant flat top style. He looked familiar, but she
couldn’t quite place him. Another thing she couldn’t quite do was
swallow his entire cock. His was the longest she’d seen yet.
Maybe even a couple inches longer then Jamon’s which put the new
guy close to fourteen inches long and it was a thick as any of
the others. It was like she was sucking on a baby’s arm, but his
cock was hot and hard, each beat of his pulse making it’s veins
throb with power.

The man fucking her ass came next. His cock felt strange in her
ass. It felt as long as Gage’s twelve incher, but her anal
lover’s cock seemed to stretch out her ass even more. After he
came, he pulled out and walked around the side of the bed. His
cock was still rampantly erect and she could immediately see why
she had felt so stretched by it. His shaft was as thick as
Gage’s, but the head of his cock was a big knobby crown. It’s was
bigger then a golf ball, and bigger then all the other black
cock’s she’d seen. The cock head in her mouth had looked more
serpentine shaped where this man’s was a big ball on a hard shaft
like a tootsie roll pop. The big ball finally started to dip as
it lost it’s steel and the hard shaft went from angling up, to
sticking straight out from the man’s beer gut, to angling down,
and finally dangling down almost to the man’s knees.

Rose looked up at the man’s gut. He had a prodigious belly, but
is arms were big and muscular. The man was older then she was by
a good twenty years, maybe more. He looked down at her grinning.
Rose’s eyes widened in shock. She started to pull back, but the
cock down her throat was suddenly spurting. She turned her
attention to the black man she was blowing. She looked up at him
as he pulled back so that his cock was spewing his semen into her
mouth. She gulped it down, loving it’s rich taste even as she
continued to be shocked by who she was blowing. The gangsta
looking thug grinned as he looked down at her. His hot seed
filled her mouth four times before he started to pull back, but
Rose wouldn’t let him. She grabbed the fourteen inch monster
cock, jerking her hand forwards, milking it for every last drop
of his delicious seed. She didn’t let him pull away until it was
drained dry. When she finally released it and the spent cock
plopped out of her mouth, she said accusingly, “You’re the two
men who robbed us.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said the tattooed body
builder.

“Yeah, fuck you bitch,” added the older fat one. “You and your
racist friend. Just cause we’re black, you assume we stole from
you.”

“What’s going on?” asked Mark as Rose rolled off him.

“These are the men who robbed our jeep,” said Rose, a little
scared now.

“BULL SHIT!” shouted fat man.

“Nonsense Rose,” said Mark. “There are our other roommates. The
loud one is Amir and muscle boy over there is his son Deshawn.
They just got back from Key West.”

“They’re the men who gave us a hard time when we got here,” she
said.

“That’s part is true,” admitted Deshawn, “But we didn’t rob you.
What’s going on?”

“Someone slashed their tires and stole their luggage and money,”
explained Mark.

“So they offered to whore their bodies out to you and Gage for a
place to stay,” grunted Amir. “My kind of woman.”

“No!” exclaimed Rose in horror and a little shame.

“No,” said Mark. “We offered to let them stay. The whoring part
is just a bonus.”

“Mark!” Rose was horrified at what he was saying though she
couldn’t argue with his logic.

Amir grabbed his cock and tugged on it to make it hard again.
“Roll over on your back bitch. I’m gonna fuck that white pussy
now.”

Rose Clark, white Southern belle, newly engaged to the love of
her life, a loyal, faithful, Christian woman, stared in disgust
at the obnoxious loud mouth, but found herself on her back,
spreading her legs wide to receive his foot long black cock with
it’s fist sized crown. She’d been with five white men in her life
up until this weekend. Two she’d blown and three she’d liked
enough to make love to. Now in 24 hours, she’d doubled the number
of men she’d been with. This man was a crude obnoxious disgusting
jerk, but she found herself moaning as his huge cock entered her.
Soon she was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me with that big black
cock.” And soon after that she experiencing the first of several
large orgasms as Amir fucked her pussy with a brutish violent
abandon. And soon after that, he left a huge deposit of cum in
her pussy before walking away and Deshawn took his place, giving
her more orgasms and leaving another deposit of seed in her
overflowing pussy. She came three more times as Deshawn impaled
her, her screams of pleasure muffled as Mark kneeled over her
face and planted his big balls on her mouth.

The rest of the night became a blur. The three men took her many
more times and at some point she awoke to see Jamon titty fucking
her. She fell back asleep just as a big load of sperm fanned out
over her head. She felt a man enter her pussy and heard Gage
grunting. He gave her another orgasm and at that point it was too
much for the young woman. Rose passed out fast asleep, satisfied,
but exhausted.

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

Dixie never made it to bed. She awoke around dawn, sleeping nude
on the living room couch, still covered in flakes of dried sperm.
She made her weary way to the next floor and stepped into the
shower, scrubbing hard to remove the white mess that covered her
body.  All the clothes that she currently possessed in the world,
she’d left downstairs by the couch. Still a little wet, she
wrapped a towel around her body and walked back down to the
living room. She’d just grabbed her clothes and turned around
when she saw Deshawn coming down the stairs towards her. He was
nude and magnificently so, for his muscular heavyweight’s body
with his giant cock dangling down to his knees made him look like
male perfection incarnate even despite the militant haircut and
tribal tattoos giving him a thuggish appearance. “I’m Deshawn. I
see you cleaned up for me,” he said, cock rising.

“Dixie,“ she replied. Dixie saw his colossal cock growing,
fattening, and slowly rising to it’s full fourteen inches. She
immediately let her towel fall to the floor as she stared at it.
“How do you want me?” she asked.

Deshawn smirked. “Ride me.” He laid down on the carpet and held
his dick up.

Dixie obeyed, straddling his large torso and lowering herself
until she felt his cock head press against her pussy. She left
herself drop a little, gasping as his huge tool shot several
inches into her pussy. She slowly raised and lowered herself,
feeling his cock working deeper and deeper, pushing against her
cervix, entering her womb until it was giving her what only a big
black cock can give a woman. “UNNGH! It’s so good Deshawn,” she
moaned. “You have the biggest blackest nigger cock in the world.”

“Don’t you forget it,” he replied slapping her ass with the palm
of his hand hard enough to leave a red mark.

“Open her ass up Shawn,” said  a voice behind her.

Dixie looked over her shoulder to see an older black man with a
big gut walking up. He was also nude. He was reaching around his
big belly and shaking his hardening cock which resembled a
medieval mace or morning star with it’s big knobby head. Deshawn
had been squeezing her tits, but when Amir came up, he released
them and grabbed her ass cheeks instead. “Here you go, pop,” said
Deshawn.

“Pop?” asked Dixie.

“He’s my dad.”

“And a proud father at that,” laughed Amir, spitting in his hand
and rubbing the saliva around his ball shaped cock head. It
didn’t take long before the huge head was pushing against her
sphincter.

“OW! OW! OW!” cried Dixie as her rectum was stretched wider then
it had ever been before from Amir’s big cock head. Soon it pushed
into her and she relaxed a bit. After a few minutes getting used
to the big cocks in her, father and son began working their
penises in and out of her and it didn’t take long for her to
start cumming again.

Dixie was still in a state of orgasmic bliss, but thought she
heard someone moving around in the kitchen. A few minutes later
Mark sat down on the couch across from them. He was dressed in
his lifeguard shorts and a white tee shirt. He had a bowl of
cereal in his hands. He spooned up some cereal and watched the
threesome on the floor in front of him.

“This is one hot bitch,” growled Amir. “Her ass is so tight it’s
fucking milking the spunk out of my cock. I hate the racist tramp
stamp on this whore’s back, though.”

“I shot my cum all over it, Amir,” said Mark matter-of-factly
while chewing some cereal. “Covered it right up.” Some milk
dribbled over his lip as he spoke.

“HAHAHAHA,” laughed Amir. “I think I’ll do that too.”

Dixie grunted as both black men picked up speed, fucking her
harder. She heard more noises in the kitchen. Mark looked up from
his cereal. “Hey Rosie, whatcha doin?”

“Looking for something to eat,” came Rose’s voice from the
kitchen. “I’m starving.”

“I’ll give you something to eat. A nice thick protein shake.”
Mark stood and yanked his red shorts down. His cock sprang right
up, hard from watching the threesome on the floor. “Get over here
and give me a blow job for the road.”

Dixie glanced over and saw Rose appear dressed in her USA flag
bikini. Her best friend kneeled and willingly took Mark’s cock
between her lips. Soon she was sucking it with gusto and Mark
arrogantly returned to eating his cereal.

“Shit! Here it cums,” shouted Amir. Dixie could feel her rectum
stretch and swore that his big cock head must have popped. A
gusher of semen exploded from the head and was still ejaculating
as he quickly pulled it from her ass. Hot sperm fell down on her
back and then a large wad splattered all over the small of her
back and several more jets of Amir’s seed shot out to strike her
tattoo. “HAHA! Covered it right up. Drowned that Southern pride
in a sea of black cum. Ha ha ha.”

“I wanna cum on her tattoo,” grunted Deshawn. “Roll over.” He
pulled Dixie down on his body and rolled them over so that his
muscular weight was smothering her. He sat up, kneeling between
her spread legs, still fucking her, but his rhythm was off. Dixie
sensed he was about to cum. “I‘m gonna yank it out and I want you
to get on all fours,” he told her. Deshawn glared down at his
cock still working her pussy and then at her flat sexy belly.
“HA! I’ve got a better idea. Just stay where you are.” He jammed
his cock forward, his first strong spray of ejaculate filling her
womb. The resulting orgasm had Dixie writhing with pleasure on
the carpet. Another wad prolonged her orgasm, but by then he was
rapidly pulling it out. His fourteen inch cock was so long, that
as it sprang free of her pussy, the next wad struck her chest and
breasts. Deshawn inched back and aimed his cock at her stomach.
Sperm splattered her entire belly. Thick globs of it struck her
ribs beneath her DD chest and the area above her navel. Dixie’s
orgasm was just subsiding when she was able to lean up and look
down her body. The top of her belly was covered in Deshawn’s
thick white pudding. It was slowly sliding down towards her belly
button and her confederate flag pin. “Going,” he grunted as the
first thick wad slid over her pin. “Going,” he said as her belly
button filled up with his semen. The stars and bars were barely
visible through the thick white fluid now. Dixie sucked her flat
stomach in to make a depression. More sperm slid towards her
navel creating a pool of white semen on her stomach. “Gone,” he
said as her flag pin disappeared beneath his seed.

Dixie looked over at Rose. Rose was scooping Mark’s cum off her
chin and sliding it into her mouth, but staring with fascination
at all the sperm on Dixie’s belly. Dixie looked down at her
belly. She was still holding her stomach in. “Dammit! For the
last time, it’s not a symbol of racism.”

“That flag flew over the army fighting to keep my ancestors as
slaves,” said Deshawn.

“The war between the states was not about slavery,” sighed Dixie.
“It was about state’s rights.”

“Leave her alone,” said Amir as Deshawn was about to answer her.
“We may disagree, but at least we can respect her heritage. Rose,
why don’t you clean up that mess on Dixie’s belly for her.”

“Thank you,” said Dixie, satisfied.

“Rose sat up on her knees beside Dixie. “Where do you keep the
paper towels?”

“Why would you want paper towels?” asked Amir.

“To clean the stuff off Dix,” answered Rose, perplexed.

“Why do you want paper towels when you can use your mouth?” said
Amir.

Deshawn put his hand on Rose’s shoulder and pulled her forwards
until she fell over Dixie, her face just inches over Dixie’s flat
tanned belly covered in wet sticky sperm. “You heard pop, lap it
up.”

At this point, nothing should have shocked either Dixie or Rose
anymore, but Dixie was still surprised as she looked down and saw
Rose’s tongue flick out to lap up a big wad of white sperm that
was sliding down Dixie’s rib cage. Then Rose’s tongue really got
to work, lapping up sticky wet sperm trails, wads of liquefying
semen. There’s was so much semen pooled in her belly, that Rose
basically kissed her belly button and sucked sperm up between her
lips. Then her tongue went to work licking and cleaning off
Dixie’s confederate flag pin. Her lips and tongue moved under
Dixie’s navel kissing and licking off all the semen covering
Dixie’s abdomen between her belly button and the top of her
blonde pubic hair. Rose sat back up and licked her lips.

“How’d it taste?” asked Deshawn.

“Good,” said Rose. “it was cold and I think I like it better hot,
but it was still good.” Rose pointed at Dixie’s belly, now wet
and glistening, but devoid of any trace of Deshawn‘s seed. .
“Look Dix, all clean.” Dixie’s CSA pin glimmered in her navel.

“I still think it’s racist,” said Amir.

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

The flag girls rode in silence for a good half hour before Dixie
finally spoke up. “This weekend has been different.”

Rose looked over at her former college roommate, blonde hair
flowing behind Dixie as she drive the replacement jeep. She
stared at Dixie who had a dead serious expression on her face.
Suddenly Rose guffawed a loud laugh. Dixie’s serious expression
cracked and she joined her friend in laughing about their
situation. “Different does not began to describe it, Dix,” said
Rose.

“Well, just one more night and we can collect our money as soon
as the banks open tomorrow.”

“Then we’re going home?” asked Rose.

“Hell no! We here for some fun in the sun and to party until next
Friday, girlfriend.”

“So off to Key West tomorrow?”

Dixie looked serious for a moment. “If that’s what you want.”

“Just one more night with these guys and we can go finish our
vacation. No telling what they have planned for us tonight.”

Dixie’s stared ahead at the road, a smile slowly creasing her
lips. “No telling what they might do to us,” she whispered. The
road sign ahead showed Islamorada was just two miles ahead. A
short time later, Dixie pulled the jeep into the parking lot. It
was full of cars from weekend partiers.

The rest of the day went the same as any other day on Islamorada.
Two drop dead gorgeous women with bodies to make a stripper
jealous walking around a party spot in skimpy flag bikinis were
very popular and got a lot of attention. Men kept drinks in their
hands. They only visited Jamon when they got hungry for lunch.
The rest of the day was spent dancing to Rasta With Meatballs,
sunning themselves, swimming in the pools, wading out into the
ocean or drinking with many new male friends. When Gage and Mark
got off, the girls joined them for shift beers and drank at the
bar for an hour. By the time the guys were ready to go home, the
flag girls were so drunk, that Gage decided to drive them back in
Dixie’s rental jeep.

Dixie and Rose went upstairs to use the shower. They chatted,
still nervous about what tonight might bring. Rose waited and
watched Dixie wash and shower the suntan lotion off her body
before switching and Rose started doing the same to her body
while Dixie dried herself off.

“I do declare, Miss Clark, but you are starting to get a tan,”
said Dixie, drying her hair with the towel.

Rose was rubbing a bar of soap over her breasts. She looked down
and was pleased to see that the area around her nipples was a lot
paler then the rest of her skin. She burned easily and had to
protect her skin heavily with sun block, but Rose always felt she
looked good with a tan, she just never spent enough time in the
sun to get one. “I think you’re right,” she replied and looked
over at Dixie’s nude body as Dix wrapped the towel around her
head. Dixie was so tan, she could have been mistaken for a
California surfer girl. The cup marks around her nipples were a
lot paler then the rest of her body. “A long way to catch up with
you though. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be as dark as our
hosts.”

The two women shared a laugh together. They pulled their bikinis
back on and their BBC shirts on over them. Both were getting a
little sick of wearing the same thing everyday. Then they went
downstairs to find that Mark had gotten home with Chinese
takeout.

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

Dixie drained her beer. They’d finished their Chinese food and
had spent the next few hours sitting around, drinking some more,
and Gage had even lit up another joint. Both girls had readily
agreed to smoke this time, hoping it might loosen them up. Dixie
was nervous about what the guys might do to them tonight. She
wasn’t as nervous as Rose. The last two nights had been amazing.
She was ready to take on all five roommates if she had to.
Anything to cum like that again. Dixie hadn’t really known what
she had been missing out on sexually until Friday night. She felt
a little guilty for cheating on Billy Ray, but there was also a
little bit of resentment growing within her. If she’d known what
a black cock was capable of ten years ago, well…

Dixie was laying on the couch. Her feet were in Mark’s lap. He
was gently massaging them and she was mewling contently. Rose was
across from them. She was a little more uptight then Dixie. Rose
was sitting on the opposite side of the couch as far from Gage as
she could. Dixie knew Rose better then anyone else. Rose wanted
it again as badly as she did, Rose just couldn’t admit that she
was as hot for black cock as Dixie was. Plus, Rose was newly
engaged, flush with love for her fiancé and thoughts of their
future life together as husband and wife and some day as new
parents.  Dixie had been the same way when she was engaged.

“Getting late,” said Gage.

“When’s Jamon getting home?” asked Dixie.

“Sunday night he stays over at Siobhan’s,” said Mark.

“Shawn and Amir are in Miami. They usually try to score at an all
night club. They’ll be home if they don’t get laid, but seeing as
how most of the black bitches in Miami are whores, we won’t see
them until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” said Mark, “but it looks like just the
four of us.”

Dixie sat up. “I’m not disappointed,” she said, a little
disappointed. She half wished Rose would pass out and she could
have both black cocks to herself. After last night, Dixie had
decided that the only thing better then one giant black cock was
two. Dixie stood up and stretched. “Well I’m beat. Which way to
my and Rose’s room? Are we sleeping in Amir and Deshawns’ room?”

Mark stood up and took her hand. “I’ll show you where you’re
sleeping.”

Gage stood up next and reached out for Rose. Rose hesitated for a
second, but took the proffered hand and stood up beside Gage.
They followed Dixie and Mark up the stairs to the second floor.
“Well goodnight Mark,” said Dixie. “Come on Rose, we’re one more
flight up. Goodnight Gage. We‘ll see you two guys in the
morning,” she said, grinning.

“Come here you,” said Mark pulling Dixie towards him. His strong
arms lifted her up and threw her over his shoulders. Dixie waved
at Rose as Mark carried her into his bedroom. She squealed in
delight when Mark smacked her ass playfully.

Mark closed his door and carried Dixie over to his bed, roughly
throwing her onto the mattress. Dixie watched him briefly turn
his back on her as he set an alarm clock on a nearby bureau and
she laughed at the expression on his face when he turned around.
She had rapidly pulled the tee shirt over her head and untied the
strings on her bikini. His dark eyes roamed her body. “Get over
here,” said Dixie sitting up. Mark stepped up to her. Dixie
reached out, grabbed the hem of his lifeguard shorts and roughly
tugged them down. His big black cock sprang free, swollen and
rising to attention. “Gimme that big black cock,” said Dixie,
taking his shaft and pulling the big cock head towards her mouth.
She sucked on the flat flared head of his cock before bobbing her
head rapidly over a third of his foot long shaft. Dixie paused to
breathe and looked up at him while stroking his cock. “I can’t
wait to get this big nigger cock in my pussy again.” She took him
back in her mouth, moaning as she sucked the head, but Mark
placed his palm on her forehead and pushed her back off his
shaft. Dixie fell back on the bed before sitting back up. “What’s
wrong?” she asked.

Mark leaned down and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. His
strong black hand rested on her hip and then slid up over her
ribs and hefted her full breast. Mark squeezed it and gently
pinched her nipple. His other hand slid around to her back,
pulling her body into his embrace. His black lips pressed down
hard on her pink ones, their tongues dueling, slipping first into
her mouth and then into his. He broke the passionate kiss on her
lips, but kissed his way over her cheek, down to her neck and
then up under her ear. “None of that black cock white pussy
nigger shit tonight,” he whispered. “Tonight, we’re just a man
and a woman, joining together to enjoy each other’s bodies.”

This wasn’t what Dixie had expected, but she nodded her head
eagerly. She grabbed the hem of his white tee shirt and he
stepped back so that she could lift it over his head while he
used his leg to push his shorts the rest of the way down and off
his feet. Mark then took her in his arms and kissed her again.

Dixie found herself lost in his embrace and the kiss. Billy Ray
wasn’t a weakling, but Mark was younger, stronger, more forceful
and passionate. Dixie found herself falling on the bed. Mark
followed her down as she scooted back. He kept kissing her on the
lips as they adjusted themselves on the bed. He briefly hunched
over her and sucked one engorged pink nipple into his mouth while
his big cock head rubbed and poked against her wet slit.

Mark finally released her nipple, giving it a little bite as he
held himself up and over her body. Dixie spread her legs wider as
he moved his hips and his fat cock head slipped inside her pussy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her, his cock pushing in deeper.
Dixie moaned in awe of what Mark’s cock was doing to her. “Your
pussy feels so good around my cock, Dixie. I wish I could take
you every night.” He buried his cock in her, the head pushing
it’s way into her womb.

“Oooh Mark,” she moaned as he completely filled her once again.
“I wish you could too,” she said meaning it. Guilt began to flood
back. She’d expected to be fucked hard again tonight probably by
two or more dominant black men. Instead, she was being made love
too and it felt more like a betrayal of her marital vows then
being fucked like a slut. Worse, her body was responding to
Mark’s slow thrusts. Her hips rose to meet each thrust of his
cock. It didn’t take long before her entire body trembled
underneath him as she had a large orgasm. Mark arched his back,
leaned down and kissed her again as she came.

He worked his cock in and out of her pussy slowly for a good ten
minutes inducing two more orgasms. Finally he pulled his foot
long shaft free and motioned for her to roll over. Dixie got on
all fours a little relieved. Fucking doggy style was more
impersonal then being made love to in the missionary position. It
wasn’t as impersonal as she would have thought. Mark pulled her
up and back until she was leaning into him. His large black hands
squeezed her breasts while she turned her head and kissed him
again. His cock never stopped slowly working it’s way in and out
of her well fucked pussy. They were like that when he finally
came. The control Mark showed was impressive. Dixie noticed him
squeezing her tit’s a little harder then he had, but otherwise
she hadn’t even known he was close. He continued thrusting his
cock as he came. His sperm struck her womb, triggering one of
those big orgasms that only a black lover buried deep could
bring. Her orgasm lasted with each spurt of his cock. Mark and
Dixie never broke their kiss until his cock grew limp and slowly
slipped out of her.

They used the bathroom to clean up and Dixie found herself
drifting off to sleep in Mark’s embrace. She awoke several hours
later, feeling his big stiff erection poking her back, the shaft
pressed hard against her ass cheeks. Dixie slipped out of his
arms and rolled the sleeping black man onto his back. She crawled
down between his legs and began sucking his huge cock. She gave
him the slowest, most loving blow job of her life and she was
fully convinced he slept through half of it. She managed to deep
throat the entire shaft, looking up at him as her nose pushed
into his pubes, but still he slept. She bobbed her head slowly,
sometimes taking him all, sometimes just sucking half, and
sometimes, just letting her tongue tease around the head and pee
slit. He began to come out of his slumber. His hips started an
imperceptible bucking each time she took his shaft deep. Mark
moaned and stretched. She knew he was awake when his hands came
down to rub her blonde hair. It wasn’t long after that when his
cock started swelling. His hips bucked harder and sperm began
filling her belly, his cock throbbing down her throat as it
pumped one of it’s large loads of spunk that those big balls of
his produced. Dixie pulled back, letting her mouth fill with his
seed twice, swallowing each time. She couldn’t figure out why or
how a man’s cum could taste so good, but it did. She deep
throated him, squeezed her lips tightly around his shaft and
slowly sucked up, milking the thick slab of dark meat for every
last drop of his semen. Mark’s seed leaked from the shaft to roll
across her tongue again until his cock sprang free of her lips
and she swallowed the last little bit. She swallowed it all
except for a small bit on her chin. She licked it up and crawled
back into the arms of the black giant already asleep again.

At dawn, Dixie found herself being lifted onto Mark’s body. She
slowly came awake as she reared back, letting her pussy slide up
and down his hard shaft as it lay like a fallen redwood on his
stomach. She slid back and then squatted as Mark held his cock up
and she lowered herself onto his cock once again. She came so
hard, so quickly that her legs collapsed and Mark’s cock shot
straight through into her womb.

Mark’s hands came up to squeeze her breasts as she rode him. “I
wish you didn’t have to leave,” he told her.

“Me too, lover,” replied Dixie leaning down to kiss him.

He grabbed her ribs to hold her in place and kissed her
passionately while thrusting his cock up harder into her pussy
then he had last night. He pushed back and took one of the
nipples dangling before his face into his mouth. “Stay then,” he
whispered under her breast. “You mentioned not going home until
Friday. Stay all week.” He flickered her stiff nipple with his
tongue.

“I’d love too,” Dixie moaned, cumming as she thought about
spending a week with this man. “But I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Rose won’t go for it. She probably want’s to, but…OH GOD I LOVE
YOUR COCK! She want’s to go down to Key West.”

“Ask her.” Mark grabbed her waist and started bucking his hips
hard.

“OH! Alright, I’ll ask, but she won’t go for it. Oh god! That’s
it, stud. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Dixie rammed her pussy down into his
thrusting cock. She had several more orgasms. “FUCK ME!” she
screamed, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time.

“Cumming,” Mark groaned, thrusting up and feeling his balls began
to drain.

“CUMMMIINNGG!” screamed Dixie as she had a huge orgasm, but then
every time one of these black men came inside her, she had a
large orgasm.

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

“Oh gaawwdd,” moaned Rose, drawing it out and leaning back into
Gage as he kissed her neck.

He pushed her away long enough to pull the BBC shirt over her
head. Then he pulled her back into his arms. He kissed her neck
again, moving his lips down to her shoulders and then to the back
of her neck. He took the string of her bikini top and bit it
between his teeth. He pulled back, the string unraveling. When he
released it from his lips, the string slid down her shoulder
blades and the USA flag unfurled to dangle under her breasts. He
reached around her back and squeezed her heavy bosom while
stooping to bite the string on her lower back. When he released
that one, the bikini top fell to the floor of his room. Gage
stood back up, kissing her neck and then ear. “I see you’re
starting to get a tan,” he whispered.

Rose moaned and looked at their reflection in the long mirror.
She suddenly realized that she had never seen anything more
erotic. She was facing the mirror clad only in her little flag
panties. A huge black man stood behind her. His big hands
reaching around to cover her large breasts, her big pink nipples
sticking out between his fingers. “Funny,” she purred. “It looks
like my breasts are darker then the rest of me.”

Gage laughed. One hand left her breast and slid down her ribs,
stomach, abdomen, and then it slipped under her panties. Rose
watched it in the mirror. She moaned louder this time as one
beefy finger found her soaked slit and teased the opening to her
pussy. “I see you’re good and wet for me,” whispered Gage,
pushing his finger in deep.

“Aaahhh!” cried Rose as she trembled from a small, but satisfying
orgasm. Still she wanted more. “Oh god, hurry up and fuck me,”
she told him.

“Not tonight,” he whispered back. Gage continued to finger her as
he stooped again, kissing his way down her back.

“Wwhhyy?” she asked, humping his finger. Rose had been relieved
when Gage had taken her to his room. As sexually satisfying as
her simultaneous encounter with three black men had been. That
kind of debauchery was not for her. Giving herself to one man was
enough of a slutty act. One final act of cheating on her fiancé
and her oats would be sown. She could go on to her new life as a
wife and future mother even if her sex life would be bland and
unrewarding after this weekend.  Gage didn’t answer her question.
She watched him take the strings on the side of her bikini into
his mouth, pull them untied, and then her panties were falling to
the floor. One black hand covered her pubic mound, the middle
finger missing as it slowly moved around in her pussy.

Gage stood again, his free hand slipping between her thighs and
slapping them until she parted her legs. Rose moaned in protest
as he removed his finger, but her moan turned to a squeal of
delight when Gage stooped again and guided his cock inside her.
It must have been hard on his back. Gage pushed her down until
she was bent forward and pulled her back into his cock. Rose
stared at her face in the mirror. Her expression lit up with
pleasure each time he pushed his cock deep. She’d never known sex
could feel this good. He fucked her slowly from behind for a good
ten minutes before tiring of the position.

Gage pulled out and pushed her towards the bed. She climbed on
the bed and laid down on her back, opening her legs for him. She
stared at his fat eleven inch cock, swollen and engorged, wet her
juices as he lined it back up with her pussy. “Oh, fuck meee,”
she purred as his cock slipped inside. Gage said nothing as he
leaned his strong dark body over her, his weight pressing down,
enveloping her, possessing her as his cock slipped it’s full
length inside her. Rose trembled from another small orgasm. His
cock was slowly fucking her as he hunched his back and kissed her
deeply on the lips, tongues teasing each other. He broke the kiss
as Rose gasped from another orgasm. She dug her fingers into his
back. The slow pace of his fucking was driving her crazy. “You
feel so good in me, Gage,” she moaned. “Hurry up and fuck me.
Hard, give it to me hard.”

“No,” said Gage. “You’re so soft, so beautiful. I want this to
last. I want to be in you all night.”

Oh no, she thought. Not like this. Rose opened her eyes in fear.
“Please Gage. Not like this. Fuck me. Give my white pussy that
big black nigger cock.”

Gage snorted. The words seemed strange coming from Rose’s mouth
and she probably agreed. “I bet that’s something you never
thought you’d say,” he grunted.

“No, but it’s true. You’re fucking me like my fiancé. I need your
big cock fucking me hard.” Rose’s body was writhing in pleasure
beneath him. She was humping up into the slow thrusts of his
cock. She needed him to fuck her hard and treat her like a slut,
but the need was psychological not physical. “Please,” she
begged.

“Oh Rose, you’re so beautiful, so special. What an amazing woman
you are. I love being in you.”

“Please,” she begged again. “Please fuck me you bastard.” He
nails were digging deep into his back now. Her body was starting
to tremble. She was going to cum and cum big. Still Gage wouldn’t
fuck her, he was making love to her. He was treating her like
Jake would treat her only Gage was better at it. Gage’s big cock
went twice as deep and stretched her three times as much as her
fiancé‘s smaller penis. Scary emotions flooded Rose’s brain. Her
feelings towards Gage were growing to match the feeling she had
towards Jake. “Stop,” she pleaded one last time.

“I can’t stop. You feel so good Rose… Ungh…. I think I love…
you’re so tight… I think I love y… gonna cum soon… I love… can’t
hold back… I love y…

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” she screamed as the pending orgasm began to
break.

“I think I love your white pussy,” Gage concluded. The first
powerful spurt of cum hosed inside her womb.

NO!!!! she screamed silently in her head. The orgasm exploded
from her body. NO!!! Rose couldn’t stop cumming. Her body was
literally leaping up into his spurting cock. Her pussy was
contracting inwards, squeezing his shaft, milking every last drop
of his seed inside her. NO!! He arched his back again and they
kissed passionately as he continued to cum and her orgasm never
slowed until his cock finally quit jerking. YES!!! Her brain
screamed as she came down from the most powerful orgasm of her
life.

Her amazing lover wasn’t done with her either. He kept his cock
buried, grabbing her and rolling over onto his back. Rose sat up,
grinding her satisfied pussy into his spent cock. She could feel
his pulse inside her pussy as his cock slowly came back to life.
She rode him then, confused by her emotions. Gage had been the
first black man to take her and the first to break her. In the
future, she and Dixie would discuss the moment that they became
true sluts for big black cock. At first Dixie would say that for
her it was the moment Mark stepped out of the shower and she saw
his big black cock. Rose shook her head and replied, “For me it
was the first time I was made love to by a black man, that Sunday
night with Gage. Dixie nodded. “You’re right,” she replied. “It
was that Sunday night with Mark that turned me.” It was the
Sunday night that turned both of the Flag girls, but neither was
quite ready to admit it.

Rose came several more times as she rode him and he came about
twenty minutes later. She had another big orgasm when he came. It
exhausted her so much, that she collapsed on the hard black body
beneath her and fell straight to sleep. Rose awoke some hours
later. Gage was still inside her, but his limp cock only
penetrated half way. She slowly rose off him, their conjoined
crotches a sticky gooey mess. His big testicles produced so much
cum that one load had nowhere to go after filling her womb, but
two loads left a wet puddle on their crotches and bed. Rose
slipped into the bathroom, showered, and cleaned herself as best
she could. She crawled into bed forty minutes later and snuggled
up into her lover’s arms. She quickly fell back into a contented
sleep.

She awoke at dawn and reached down to fondle Gage’s mighty black
cock. It hardened at her touch. Her pussy wanted it, but she felt
a little sore, so instead, she slipped her body down the bed and
took him in her mouth. Rose proceeded to give him the best
blowjob she could give a man, licking and teasing every inch of 
cock meat before slowly sucking it deep down her throat. Her
reward came twenty minutes later when his big cock hardened and
blew it’s load straight into her stomach. She pulled back letting
him fill her mouth not understanding how a man’s seed could taste
so good.  She loved every last drop of his hot sperm. She wanted
more after his cock finally went limp. She wanted to taste it
every day if she could.

Her pussy was still sore, but she wanted him inside her. “I want
you again,” she told him, taking his limp cock back in her mouth.

“Girl after that blow job I think my cock needs some time to
rest,” groaned the big black man.

“I want you in me, one last time,” she said, but her
ministrations weren’t working.

“Last night doesn’t need to be the last time Rose. You can stay
with us all week if you’d like.”

Rose gave one last suck on his cock before giving up. “I’d get
this cock all week,” she moaned, fondling his shaft. Even limp
and spent, Gage’s cock was two or three inches longer then
Jake’s. “I’d like that.” Rose squealed with delight. His cock had
just extended another inch and plumped up some. “I don’t think
Dixie would go for it. She’s not on the pill and already she’s
risked a lot this weekend. My god, what a stud you are,” she told
him, now stroking his fully hard cock.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered.

Rose felt Gage enter her from behind. His cock slipped deep. She
needed no foreplay with him. Her pussy was wet and ready to
receive his cock. “OH Gage, I want your black cock deep inside me
again,” she begged.

“You got it. Talk to Dixie. I want you to stay here all week.”

“YES!! OH GAGE! I want that too. I’ll talk to her. I want to fuck
you all week long.” Tears rolled down her eyes, the joy of
spending the rest of the week with Gage making her cry and she
was about to cum again.

“Not just me, Rosie. You’ll have to fuck the rest of them too.
For the rest of the week, you’d be a true slut for black cock.”

“Anything,” she screamed as she came. “Anything for you Gage,”
she moaned as she came down from her orgasm.

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

Rose waited in the jeep outside the bank and felt relief flood
through her when Dixie walked out waving an envelope full of
money. Customers and passersby stared, not used to seeing a woman
in a confederate flag bikini inside a bank. In fact, the tellers
had given her a hard time about her lack of clothing until she
explained her situation. She had thought the BBC ONLY half shirt
would have been a worse thing to wear inside then just the
bikini. “Got it. I’m starved. Lets go get breakfast,” said Dixie.

They got more stares at the closest diner they found, but this
was a beach area and women in bikinis were very common. They
ordered a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and some fresh
fruit. They gobbled it down ravenously, happy they had their own
money to pay for their food and were no longer dependent on their
new black friends.

“So ready to go to Key West?” asked Rose, cautiously feeling
Dixie out.

Dixie hesitated and finished chewing a strip of bacon. “Ready if
you are?” she replied, not committing.

“Lets get going then,” said Rose, cleaning off her plate. “It’s
what, a two hour drive?”

“Just about.”

“If we see a department store, we’ll stop and buy some clothes.”

“Sounds good,” said Dixie. “So we haven’t talked about it, but
how was your night?”

“Pretty amazing. Yours?”

“The best of my life. It was good for Mark too. He asked me to
stay the rest of the week.”

Rose nodded, rising up from the table as Dixie laid down money
for the bill. “Gage asked me to stay too.”

“Of course they did. We’re the hottest bitches in the Keys right
now. Look around you, all these men want us to stay with them.”

Rose looked around. They were indeed the subject of lustful
stares from every man nearby. They left the diner and continued
to get stares from every man in every car that drove past them or
passed them on the sidewalk. “Hell, girlfriend, we’re the hottest
bitches in South Florida.”

“The entire state of Florida.”

“The East Coast.”

“Fuck that. The flag girls are the hottest bitches in the whole
damn country, planet, and universe.” Dixie held out her fist for
Rose as they neared the rental jeep.

“Flag girls rule,” said Rose, fist bumping her best friend. “Lets
roll.”

They climbed in the jeep and aimed it South for Key West. They
were silent for a half hour. Dixie finally spoke as they passed a
sign for Islamorada. “You know, now that we got money,” she said.
“I wouldn’t mind stopping off and swimming with the dolphins.”

“Me too,” replied Rose. “I’d love that and maybe we could go have
a drink and say goodbye to the guys?”

“That’s a great idea.”

Weekdays were a lot slower in the Keys then a weekend. Rose and
Dixie had no problem getting a space for a dolphin swim at the
nearby Theater of The Sea. Feeding and swimming with dolphins
actually turned out to be a bit of a distraction from their
weekend of interracial debauchery.

They were still wet from their dolphin swim as they strolled over
to the resort right next door. “We’ll need to stretch out our
money,” said Dixie. “We don’t have credit cards and the last time
I stayed in Key West the rooms were really expensive.”

“We should stay closer to here.”

Dixie shook her head. “Just as expensive up here too. You won’t
find a cheap room until you’re North of Miami.”

“Maybe we should take the guys up on their offer,” said Rose,
nervously. She put it out there, wondering how Dixie would react.

Dixie froze. She turned to face Rose. “Oh god Rosie, I want to
stay with them. Do you? Please tell me you want that too?”

“Oh Dix, I do,” cried Rose, pulling Dixie into her embrace. Some
guy walking by whistled at the two bikini clad girls hugging.
“But what about you? You might get pregnant.”

Dixie shrugged still hugging her friend. “It’s too late to worry
about that. I was right between cycles when I picked you up to
start our vacation. If anything I’m already pregnant. Hopefully,
it’s Billy Ray’s. We tried several times before I left home.”

“I’m worried about you Dix,” said Rose. “These black cocks sure
seem like better baby delivery vehicles then Jake or Billy Ray.”

“You got that right,” said Dixie laughing. “Don’t worry about me.
What’s done is done and I’m all about the fun.”

“This place sure is different on a Monday,” said Rose, looking
around. Indeed, the place was almost empty. Every bar was closed,
but one and Siobhan was working it with only one guy sitting on a
stool. They could see Mark guarding the pool, but he had no
swimmers and only a good looking young couple sunbathing. The
band wasn’t playing and the stage was empty. Out in the water no
boats were pulled up on the sandbar partying, but there were a
few sailboats and fishing vessels out on the water.

“Lame,” said Dixie. “Maybe we should just go on to Key West.” She
looked over at Rose who was staring at her in surprise. “But
we’ll come back here to spend our nights.” Dixie winked.

“Lets see if Gage is in security,” said Rose, a smile growing
from ear to ear. She frowned. She used to smile like that each
time she’d see Jake when they had first started dating. She
shrugged it off, hoping she could get her emotions under control
by Friday when they had to head home to their men. They arrived
at the security door and Rose knocked.

“Come on in Rose and Dix,” yelled Gage’s voice.

Rose opened the door. The damn smile returning when she saw Gage
sitting at his desk. “How did you know it was us? Are you really
so cocky that you knew we’d be coming to see you? I bet you think
we’re here to take you up on your offer to stay the week too?”

“Aren’t you?” replied Gage with a cocky grin. “And I’ve been
watching you approach since you left the dolphin swim.” He
gestured with his head over to the security monitors.

Rose looked over, embarrassed to realize not only that Gage knew
it was them because of the cameras, but also to see Amir and
Deshawn standing in the room.

“So is Gage right?” asked Amir. “You two want to stay the week?”

“Yes, we talked it over and thought it might save us some money.”

“BULL SHIT!” roared Amir.

“Shut up,” Gage told him.

“What pop means,” interrupted Deshawn, “Is that you’re staying in
hopes of getting some more black cock.”

“That’s not it at all,” said Rose, looking for help toward Gage.

“Admit it,” said Amir.

“Rose, is this true?” asked Gage, calmly. “How about you Dix?”

“Yeah, it’s true,” said Dixie, shamelessly.

“Rose?” asked Gage again.

“It’s true,” said Rose, looking down at her feet.

“Good,” said Gage, sitting back in his chair. “Now I share
everything with my roommates. If you stay with us, you’re going
to live the lifestyle.”

“What lifestyle?” asked Dixie confused.

“The lifestyle of a slut for big black cock. We make the rules
and you obey. Your bodies belong to the black man.”

“Yeah, we take any hole we want,” said Amir. “Whenever we want.”

“That’s right,” added Shawn. “Rule one is no clothes in the
apartment unless we tell you to. You come in that door and you
strip naked.”

“I don’t want them leaking all over the carpet,” said Gage. “You
may wear panties when your pussies are full. Still interested?”

Rose was a little horrified, but Dixie said, “Yes.” What were
they getting themselves into?

“You’ve got nothing to be afraid of,” said Gage reassuringly.
“You are to serve us sexually. You will obey any order given you
by a black man. You are to cook for us. Clean for us. You are to
do our laundry, especially the bed sheets. It won’t be much
different from the weekend and you’re free to leave at anytime.”
Gage winked at Rose and it made her feel better. She’d already
had every man in the house and she did kind of want to experience
being double penetrated again. “Amir, do the honors.”

Amir pulled some white clothing boxes from a shopping bag. The
bag was white with black letters. BBC LOVERS BOUTIQUE, Miami FL,
it read. “Here,” he said, handing Rose and Dixie each a box. Then
he took out two more and slipped it to them.

“Ooo, a dress,” squealed Dixie, holding the skimpy white dress
up. It was a slutty looking two piece outfit. The top was a
halter, barely covering the bottom of her boobs. The front had a
slit that would show a lot of cleavage. The right part of the top
was a black queen from a deck of cards and she was holding a
black spade up that covered the left part of the top. The bottom
of the dress was a short skirt. It looked like the bottom of the
queen and had several spades on it. The outfit left Dixie’s
entire belly and ribs bare. Dixie lowered it into the box.

Rose pulled hers out. It was also a white and black queen of
spades dress, but not as skimpy. Hers was one piece and also low
cut. The skirt stopping high on her thighs. The whole dress
looked like a queen of spades. Her ribs and stomach would show
thru as strips were cut out of the dress from the bottom of her
breasts to virtually the tops of her pubic hair. These strips
circled the dress, front, sides, and back.

“You got to be kidding,” said Dixie, holding up the bikini in the
next box. The cups were jet black, small and shaped funny. She
held one out in her palm. The cups were black spades with flesh
colored strings running up from the top to tie behind her neck
and strings at the base to tie behind her back. Rose looked into
her box. Her top was identical. The panty was small. Another
black spade would barely cover the pubic mound. In fact, Rose
figured both she and Dixie would need to trim the tops of their
pubic hair lower to fit in these bikinis. The rear of the panty
was also a black spade. The material that rode up her hips was
flesh colored and wouldn’t be readily visible. It would appear as
if both women were wearing spade pasties over their tits, pubes,
and ass.  “You are kidding right?”

Rose agreed with Dixie. “This has to be a joke,” she said.

“Nope,” said Amir. “Pack the flags away for the rest of the week.
From here on out, you’re the spade girls.”

“Go ahead and put them on,” ordered Deshawn.

Dixie held hers up and looked at it critically. “This thing isn’t
going to cover much more then my nipples. Where can we change?”

“How about that room?” asked Rose, looking at a closed door,
labeled conference room.

“How about right in front of us,” said Gage, incredulously. “You
don’t get it yet. You belong to us and you will obey. The spade
gear shows your preference and servitude to the black man and as
long as you are with us, you will display it proudly. Rose, I
hope you stay with me, but either strip and put that bikini on or
walk out of here and never come back.”

Rose stared at Gage with an expression of sadness and surprise.
She saw something fall to the floor out of the corner of her eye.
A glance down showed her the CSA flag bikini top on the floor.
Dixie was already untying her panties. Dixie seemed quick to obey
and Rose began to wonder if her friend had a subservient streak.
She wasn’t sure what to do when she felt Dixie’s hands behind her
pulling the string behind her neck and the USA flag joined the
confederate one on the floor. “Come on Rose, if they go too far,
we can leave,” whispered Dixie in her ear. Gage smiled at her and
nodded. Rose reached down and untied her own panties, never
breaking eye contact with Gage and she was happy to see that he
appeared pleased with her decision.

“You two are fucking incredible,” said Deshawn, staring up and
down their bodies. He reached down and adjusted himself.

“Yeah, I thought Siobhan had a killer body,” added Amir, shaking
his head in awe. “But you two, your bodies are built for big
black cock, tits, ass, you both is the whole package.”

“Ah thanks, I guess,” said Rose.

“Yeah, thanks,” said Dixie, turning around so that her back was
to Rose. “Tie me.”

Rose tied Dixie’s bikini string around her neck and then Dix did
the same for her. They helped with their backs too and each did
her own panties. Rose noticed a healthy tuft of reddish brown
pubic hair sticking out around the low cut panty and Dixie had a
good bit of blonde pubes showing.

“Gentlemen, I give you the spade girls,” announced Gage,
clapping. Amir and Deshawn clapped too, Deshawn throwing a
whistle into the mix.

It was as bad as Rose had feared. There weren’t any mirrors, but
if her own bikini looked anything like Dixie’s, then they stood a
risk of being arrested for obscenity.

“And now, I think I’d like a blowjob,” said Amir, undoing his
belt. “On your knees Blondie.” Rose watched her friend fall to
her knees as Amir whipped out his twelve inch cock with the big
knobby head. He whacked Dixie across the face with it several
times. “Now suck it ho,” he growled and Dixie took the head of
his cock in her mouth. Definitely a subservient streak, thought
Rose again.

“You too, slut,” said Deshawn. Rose looked to Gage for support,
half hoping he would stop this now and they could spend the rest
of the week together just the two of them on some beach somewhere
sipping cocktails and making love night and day… “NOW SLUT!”
roared Deshawn. Rose fell to her knees before him, a little
scared at his angry demeanor. “You pull it out.”

Rose nodded, undoing his jeans and reaching in. Deshawn had an
absolute monster of a cock pushing fourteen inches. That made him
five inches longer then Gage’s eleven incher and Rose had once
had a boyfriend the same size as the difference between these two
hung black men’s cocks. She pulled it out and it hardened rapidly
in her hand. His cock looked big, but it also looked natural
sticking out from his over muscled heavyweight’s body. She leaned
down, kissed the long serpentine head before opening her mouth to
suck it in, but Deshawn pushed her head back. “Whaaaht?” she
asked, confused.

“Ask me first before you suck it,” he told her.

“Can I suck your cock?”

“It’s may I, but say it right.”

“May I suck your cock?”

Deshawn yanked his cock from her hand , grabbed it by the base
and smacked her forehead with it. “Not good enough.”

Rose winced and ducked from his hard steel club of a cock. It was
so big and black it reminded her of a police baton. “May I suck
your big black cock?” she squealed.

“That’s better,” said Deshawn. He quit smacking her and stepped
back so that he could point the giant club straight at her mouth.

Rose took the dark snake head between her lips and started
bobbing her head. She’d just gotten started when she heard Amir
shout, “FUCK!” Dixie was stroking his cock forward, cheeks
bulging as she swallowed his load. Rose swore her friend was
making a contented purr as she swallowed him. “Don’t got the
stamina I used to,” explained Amir, apologetically. He wasn’t
telling it to Dixie though, he was ashamedly explaining it to his
son and Gage.

“No problem,” said Gage, “I’ll keep the slut’s mouth busy.” He
stood and pulled his cock out moving to take Amir’s place. Rose
felt a strange pang of jealousy as if Dixie was sucking her man
off. She went back to focusing on getting Deshawn’s monster cock
off. She did her best servicing the humongous shaft, taking him
as deep down her throat as she could. Deshawn had a lot more
stamina then his old man. His granite cock matched his hard
chiseled body. He lasted a good twenty minutes with her bobbing
her head as fast as she could, stroking the base of his shaft and
kneading his balls. When he finally came, the first wad caught
her off guard, Her head was back so that the cock head was in her
mouth. She was just about to swallow it again, when her mouth
ballooned up with sperm. It shot out from her lips, making her
gag. Rose lost control of the monster as she choked. His cock
slipped free of her mouth, the huge balls shooting load after
load of his seed on her face, breasts, and in her hair. Deshawn’s
sperm was rich and thick. It was the best she’d tasted of all the
men. “Sorry,” she gasped, wishing she had gotten to taste more of
it.

“Just do better next time,” said Shawn with an arrogant smirk.
“Pop, we gotta get down to Key West.”

“Shit! You’re right. See you sluts tomorrow night,” said Amir.

Rose stood and watched her best friend giving Gage a slow loving
blow job. Dixie wasn’t just trying to get him off. She was
worshipping his thick black cock. “I um need to go shower,” said
Rose.

“Hmmmphh,” grunted Dixie, waving bye without pausing in her blow
job.

“I’m getting close. I’ll send her to you when I’m done. I got
work to do after all,” said Gage. He had been cool and collected,
but now sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

Luckily, the security office was right around the corner from the
woman’s showers. Rose slipped out and into the bathroom. She
sighed with relief when she realized the toilets and showers were
empty. Deshawn had soaked her entire upper body with sperm and
there would have been no hiding it. She thanked god this was
Monday. If it had been the weekend, there might have been a
waiting line for the showers.

Rose stepped into the shower without removing her new bikini.
White globs of semen speckled the black spades that covered her
nipples. She washed her body and hair, getting his cum off her.
When she cut the shower off, Dixie was waiting outside the stall
for her. Her blonde friend was smacking her lips contentedly. She
hadn’t spilled a drop. “Lets go get a drink,” suggested Rose.

“Alright, but I’m not really thirsty,” replied Dixie, smacking
her belly and winking.

They headed over to Siobhan’s bar. The few guests walking around
did double takes and stared at their spade bikinis. Siobhan only
had one older couple at her bar. The woman gave the spade girls a
disgusted look, but the man’s eyes lingered as long as they could
before his wife caught him. Siobhan looked up and grinned at the
spade girls. “Welcome to the club,” she said as they sat down.

“Two margaritas and make them strong,” ordered Rose.

“Coming right up.”

Rose and Dixie watched the sexy redhead mix their drinks. Siobhan
was wearing short shorts and a queen of spades halter top that
covered her breasts, but left her sexy belly bare. Like most
redheads, her stomach was pale white and freckled. It was fit and
flat, yet curvy. “So what are we in for?” asked Rose when Siobhan
returned.

“Don’t worry about it. The guys will show you a great time.
You’ll do things you never ever thought you’d do.”

“We’ve already done that,” said Dixie.

“I’m sure you have, honey,” said the red headed bartender.

Dix and Rose would have liked to talk with Siobhan some more, but
two young guys decided to join them at the bar. They were good
looking and cocksure. They looked so young, that Siobhan checked
their IDs. They eyed and smiled at Dixie and Rose’s new bikinis,
but didn’t seem to realize what it implied. “Let’s go,” said Rose
before the guys could gather up the nerve to hit on them. They
grabbed their drinks and walked away from the bar. “Let’s just go
sunbath,” said Rose. She didn’t feel comfortable wandering around
in this bikini yet. In truth, they weren’t much skimpier then the
flag bikinis, but Rose was a little uncomfortable with the
message they sent. To anyone in the know, Dixie and Rose
preferred black men and they liked advertising it.

“Can we find Mark?” asked Dixie.

“Sure. Maybe he has some lotion. I’m showing some flesh I don’t
normally show.”

They found some cots near Mark’s lifeguard chair and spent the
rest of the day with him. When it came time to close the pool,
Dixie stood up and said, “We’ll meet you at the bar for your
shift beer.”

“No,” said Mark, pulling out his wallet. He removed a fifty.
“Here’s some money. Go buy us some pasta and chicken. Enough for
just for four of us I think. I need you to pick up some chips and
a couple cases of beer. Whatever’s on sale. Got it.”

“Ah- sure,” replied Dixie.

Here it goes, thought Rose. We agreed to be their sex slaves and
maids for all intense purposes. “Anything else?” she asked,
sarcastically.

“Yeah, you can wash my sheets and Gage’s too. I assume, you two
made as big of a mess last night as Dixie and I.” Mark laughed
and playfully smacked Dixie’s spade covered ass. “We’ll be home
by 6:30. Have dinner ready for us.”

“You got it boss,” said Dixie.

Rose wondered if her friend was as submissive with her husband.
They started walking away. “Hey Dix, I’m not wearing this into
the supermarket.”

“Good call. I guess we’ll have to put our dresses on.”

Rose and Dixie retrieved their boxes from security. Gage handed
them over and said, “Let me see how ya look.” He watched their
bikinis fall to the floor of his office and stared as they put
their dresses on. He nodded his approval at their new look. The
dresses were the sleaziest things either of the girls had ever
worn, but they looked sexy as hell in them. The men in the
supermarket thought so too. They got as many stares in there as
they would have wearing their bikinis to shop.

They arrived back at the condo. Both girls carried a case of beer
inside to the kitchen, then they returned to their jeep to get
the groceries. Rose took her bag straight to the kitchen. “How
about I get dinner started and you can do the laundry,” she
called out to Dixie. Her friend didn’t answer so Rose turned
around. Dixie was pulling the dress off by the door. “What are
you doing?” she asked.

“You know the rule. We aren’t allowed to wear clothes in the
house,” said Dixie as she now pulled the Spade bikini top off
freeing her large breasts.

“Nobody’s home yet, Dix.”

“Rules is rules and I for one don’t want to be caught by Mark or
Gage, let alone Jamon, Amir, or Deshawn disobeying the rules.”
Nude, Dixie walked to the kitchen. She opened the case of beer,
took one, and popped the tab. “I’ll go do some laundry.”

Rose watched Dixie’s ass shaking as she walked up the steps to
get the bed sheets. “Maybe, you’re right,” she muttered. Rose put
the groceries away before adding her dress and bikini to Dixie’s
by the door.

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

Dixie put a load in the dryer and started another load of wash.
Doing laundry daily was definitely a downside to having so much
sperm in one’s testicles. She had some wait time for the load to
finish, so she decided to take a shower.

Dixie went back upstairs to use the shower. When she finished,
Rose was standing outside in the bathroom. “I see you had the
same idea I did,” said Rose.

“Seems like it.” Dixie stepped out and Rose stepped in. She
quickly toweled herself off and went through the cabinet under
the sink. “You think the guys do this kind of thing a lot?”

“What?” called Rose from the shower.

“Have women over. There’s bags of toothbrushes, disposable
razors,” she said as she moved up to a drawer. She opened it.
“They even have some makeup and a curling iron.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. I’m pretty sure these guys are oversexed,”
said Rose.

Dixie had found a pair of scissors, trimmed the top of her blonde
pubic hair off and was shaving it when Rose stepped out of the
shower. “Need to keep it trimmed if we’re going to wear those
spade bikinis,” she explained.

Rose nodded and watched Dixie shave as she dried her wet body
off. Rose suddenly laughed. “Damn Dix, you tan fast.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at your breasts.”

Dixie looked down at her bare tits. “I see what you mean,” she
said, snorting back a laugh. Her tan lines had already begun to
take the shape of a spade. “I bet the boys will like that.”

Rose noticed the curling iron plugged in and makeup spread out on
the counter. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna make myself look good,” said Dixie, winking. “You
should join me.”

“Hmmm, why not?”

When Mark and Gage got home, they found Dixie and Rose waiting
for them nude by the door. Their pasta dinner was waiting for
them on the table and upstairs the beds were made. Dixie was
completely nude, but Rose hadn’t quite obeyed the order. She was
wearing her high heeled sandals, but the men didn’t seem to mind.
Both Dixie and Rose had curled their hair. They were wearing
lipstick and eyeliner. Their nails were painted a bright red.

Dixie stared into Mark’s eyes hoping he would be pleased with
what he saw. She was very much smitten with the black lifeguard.
Truthfully, he wasn’t any better in bed then Gage or Jamon, but
there was something about his being her first black cock. She’d
remember the night he first took her more clearly then she’d
remember losing her virginity, or sleeping with Billy Ray for the
first time, or her honeymoon. I wonder if Rose feels the same
about Gage, she thought, glancing over towards her friend who was
staring at Gage with as much adoration as Dix was giving Mark.

“Good job, girls,” said Mark. To Dixie’s horror, he walked over
to Rose, leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Rose glanced at
Gage first, but then she was passionately kissing Mark back. Mark
then came over and kissed Dixie with as much passion as he’d
shown Rose. He did reach out and squeeze Dixie’s left breast
though. When he finished, she saw that Gage was kissing Rose and
squeezing both her breasts. When he finished, he came over and
did the same to Dixie.

“Lets eat, I’m starved,” said Gage.

Dinner was strange. The four sat down at the table like a normal
family would except for the fact that Rose and Dixie were nude.
They had a normal conversation like anyone else would. There was
one exception and that was when Rose dripped spaghetti sauce on
her breast from her nipple to about an inch above it. She was
reaching for a napkin when Gage stopped her. He leaned down and
licked the sauce from her breast, sucking her nipple between his
lips. Dixie watched her friend moan and close her eyes. She
squirmed in the wooden chair and Dixie guessed that she would be
leaving a wet mark on the seat. When her nipple was clean, Gage
sat up and continued the conversation.

“Excellent,” said Mark, sitting back and patting his belly.

“Yes, my compliments to the chef,” added Gage. “I’m going to go
shower. You two can wash the dishes and make sure you wipe the
table down.”

“Alright,” said Dixie. She noticed Rose was frowning. Apparently
Rose didn’t like being bossed around as much as she did. Billy
Ray was bossy and Dixie had settled into a routine of obeying his
commands, but then she was a kept woman and he controlled their
money.

After the girls had done their chores, Mark came down in sweat
pants and a white tee shirt while Gage went up to shower. Mark
walked over to a closet and pulled out a green tablecloth. He
threw it over the table and straightened it out. He then
retrieved from the closet a set of cards and poker chips.

“Having company?” asked Rose.

“Second Monday of every month is poker night,” said Mark, not
paying her too much attention as he set the table up.

Gage walked downstairs. He was barefoot, wearing tight shorts and
an open Hawaiian shirt. Dixie glanced at him and then asked Mark.
“What do you want us to do when they get here?”

The doorbell rang.

“You can start by getting the door,” said Mark.

“Like this?”

Mark paused to stare at Dixie. “Answer the fucking door,” he told
her calmly.

Dixie stared back at him for a fraction of a second. The doorbell
rang again. Mark narrowed his eyes until she stood up off the
couch. “Yes, sir,” said Dixie.

Rose watched in shock as Dixie went towards the front door. Her
nude friend was about to let complete strangers see her body.
Rose couldn’t take it, turned to flee up the stairs to hide her
body from the new arrivals, but she ran smack into Gage’s hard
muscular body. “Go join your friend and welcome are guests,” he
told her.

Dixie looked back at Rose and Gage, then turned her attention to
the door. She reached out to open it, hiding her nude body behind
the door and peeking her head around. “Ah- welcome,” she said,
meekly.

Three black men entered the condo. The lead froze when he saw
Rose walking naked towards him. The last guest didn’t see the
nude woman until he reached out to close the door behind him and
unveiled Dixie’s nude body. He did a double take as he stared at
her breasts, belly, and pussy. “Holy fuck,” he growled softly in
an island accent.

Dixie smiled, then turned to Rose when she heard Rose gasp. The
leader had reached out to squeeze Rose’s breast. Rose was
standing straight, shivering a bit as his black hand fondled her.
She looked nervous and scared, but her nipple was hard as a rock.
Dixie felt a hand on her tit and looked down to see the man she’d
surprised was fondling her too.

“Guys,” said Gage walking over to them. “What’s up,” he said,
fist bumping the leader who’s other hand was still squeezing
Rose’s tit. “This is Rose and the other one is Dixie. They’ll be
serving us tonight during and after the game.”

The leader looked at Rose and then at Dixie and back at Rose.
“Holy fuck mon, dese are da flag girls!”

Dixie recognized the newcomers. “And you’re Rasta With
Meatballs.”

“Dats right,” said the guy fondling her tit.

Gage said, “Rose and Dix, this is Marley.” Gage pointed at the
leader. Marley was near thirty. He had dreadlocks to his
shoulders, shorter then Jamon’s hair. He was rather average
looking except for yellow teeth that dragged his looks down.
Dixie noticed Rose’s eyes move down to his crotch and flicker
back up to hide her glance. Dixie glanced too. Marley did have a
huge bulge. She remembered, Siobhan holding her hands about
thirteen inches apart when describing the lead singer’s cock and
clearly Rose had remembered that fact too. “Marley’s da man,”
said Gage, fist bumping him again. “That’s Sammy,” he continued,
nodding at the second man. Sammy was rather short and thin. He
was in his mid thirties. Average looks and sported a black
mustache. His hair was slicked back, not the usual little curled
hair black men had. “And this is Reno.” Reno was the one now
fondling both of Dixie’s breasts. She was gasping, trying to
fight from moaning in pleasure as he pinched and tugged her
nipples. Reno was the most decent looking of the three. He was
very fit and muscular, but not as big as Gage. His face was hard
and tough looking, head shaved, but he had an angular sideburn
that went straight down before turning towards his mouth meeting
the other sideburn in a thick mustache, but no beard.

“Wasn’t there a fourth member of the band?” asked Dixie.

“Ja, he married though,” said Marley. “Wife don’t let him go out
to play, mon. No booze and no gambling.” Marley moved his hand up
from Rose’s tit to her shoulders. He gently started pushing her
to her knees. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate on poker
with dese lovely ladies walking around ere nude, mon,” he told
Gage. “Let me blow a load down her throat and we can get
started.”

“Be my guest,” said Gage.

Dixie found herself being pushed to her knees by Reno. She
glanced at Rose again who was staring in awe at Marley’s swollen
thirteen inch cock in her hand. Like Jamon, he was uncircumcised.
Then her attention turned to Reno’s swollen crotch. Without being
asked, her hands came up to fumble with his jeans, undoing the
button and pulling down his zipper. Her hands were shaking and
Dixie was surprised to realize that she wanted to see it. She
wanted to suck off this complete stranger she had met just
minutes before. She reached into his bulging underwear and wasn’t
disappointed when her hand closed on the swelling shaft. She
tugged his cock out and his underwear down. She stared with lust
at the huge black cock rapidly hardening in her hand. It was
another uncircumcised monster. Reno’s cock was as big as
Deshawn’s, the urethra sticking out fourteen inches from his
scrotum. Dixie hefted his balls. They were monster’s too and
possibly bigger then any of the black men, she’d seen. As she
leaned forward to take him in her mouth, Dixie noticed that his
pee slit appeared bigger then any of the men she’d sucked. Reno
was going to be a heavy cummer.

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

Marley came quickly. Rose didn’t know if it was because her
skills at handling black cock were getting better or just because
it had been awhile for him. She was a bit disappointed at first.
Marley excitedly grabbed her head and shoved his cock down her
throat. Most of his seed shot straight into her belly and only
when he relaxed was she able to pulled back so that she could
taste him. Only a little bit was left to roll on her tongue and
from what she tasted it was good stuff. She wasn’t disappointed
long as a smaller cock was aimed at her mouth and she turned her
head to swallow it. She looked up to see Sammy’s face as she
swallowed his shorter cock and by shorter it was still twice the
size as any of the white men’s she’d seen. Sammy’s cock was also
hooded, sleek, but thick giving it a stubby appearance.  His
balls were heavy and full, as big as Jamon’s. He would ejaculate
a lot and not wanting most of it to end up in her belly before
she could taste him, Rose concentrated on sucking just the end
trying to sense when he was getting close.

She heard a gag and then a cough. She looked out of the corner of
her eye and could see Dixie had just gotten a massive load of cum
blasted over her face and breasts. The blonde’s upper torso was
literally dripping with sperm. Reno must have cum so much, Dix
lost control of his cock. He was guiding the still spurting head
into her mouth even before she stopped coughing.

Rose didn’t have time to focus on her friend as Sammy’s cock was
hardening. She pulled back sucking just the head, jerking his
shaft and soon her cheeks were expanding out as her mouth filled
with sperm. Her guess had been correct and his ejaculating cock
outpaced her ability to swallow, semen began squirting out around
her lips and she coughed, catching a blast on her forehead and in
her hair as his cock sprang up.

Rose looked over at Dixie and the two blushed sheepishly.

“Go get cleaned up,” said Gage, pointing to the two girls.

“Yeah, lets play some poker,” said Mark, shuffling the deck of
cards as he sat at the table.

Rose followed Dixie upstairs to the bathroom. The two cleaned up
and Rose had to wet her hair to get Sammy’s sperm out. Dixie
finished first and returned to the game. When Rose felt clean
enough, she walked downstairs. Mark, Gage, Sammy, and Marley were
at the table playing on hand. Dixie was in the kitchen getting
two beers. She wondered where Reno was, but heard a toilet
flushing and saw him come out of the downstairs bathroom. “Hey, I
thought the bathroom wasn’t working,” she said, walking over to
the table. Dixie’s having to use the upstairs bath was the reason
she had seen Mark’s cock in the shower and the event that
precipitated both Rose and Dixie going black.

“I fixed it the other day,” said Gage, staring at his hand. “Go
fill this with chips.” He handed her an empty bowl.

“And bring me another beer,” said Sammy.

The game lasted four hours. Halfway through, Reno sat out a few
hands. He grabbed Rose and bent her over the couch, pushing his
huge cock deep into her pussy and fucking her hard for a good
fifteen minutes. Before he had finished, Dixie was sitting in
Marley’s lap, riding his big cock to multiple orgasms. After
three hours, Gage turned sideways while playing poker and told
her to blow him. Dixie did the same for Mark.

Reno was the big winner. He scooped up the last of the chips and
Rose watched him reach over to grab Dixie’s hips. He lifted her
on the table and soon her friend was screaming in pleasure as he
slammed his fourteen inch cock home as fast as it would go. Her
head hung over the edge of the table and Gage stood, pulling his
fat cock out and pushing it past Dixie’s lips. Rose watched the
action until she noticed movement towards her. Marley, Mark, and
Sammy had all stripped and soon she found herself engaged in her
second foursome. She bounced in Marley’s lap while Mark reamed
her ass and Sammy fed her his coal black cock. She lost track of
time for awhile after that. She could vaguely remember at least
four of the men came in her pussy and she thinks she took two
loads up her ass. She was relieved when Mark and Gage bid
farewell to the band members well after 2:00am.

Marley looked over at the sperm covered girls and shook his head.
“I don’t know how you guys do it,” he said to Gage and Mark. Then
the three men left.

Gage yawned. “Man, I’m beat. Get this place cleaned up and you
two can do whatever you want.”

Mark followed Gage up the stairs. “See you in the morning.”

Rose watched them go then turned to glance to Dixie who shrugged
at her. “I got the beer cans and trash, you get the sperm,” said
Dixie.

“Gee thanks,” replied Rose, turning to survey the many pools of
black seed on the carpet, couch, table, and still leaking out
between her legs.

Dixie finished before Rose and disappeared upstairs to the
shower. When Rose finally felt the living room was clean enough
it was close to 3:30 in the morning. Exhausted, she stumbled
upstairs and took a hot shower. The hot water felt good on her
sore muscles and she finally started to feel clean again. She
dried herself off and opened the door to the bathroom, dreaming
of sleep and a soft comfy bed, but instead smacking into a black
brick wall. Jamon was standing at the exit wearing only boxer
shorts.

The Jamaican roommate  looked down at her nude body. He took her
hand and led her to his room. For the next forty minutes, Rose
found her hips rising into the thrusts of Jamon’s mighty cock. As
tired as she was, he still got her off four times before his hot
seed flooded her womb and he fell asleep on top of her. Rose’s
eyes slowly closed just as Jamon started to snore.

It seemed like she had just fallen asleep, when she felt a hard
smack on her ass. Gage was standing over her. Jamon was laying on
his side covering most of her body.  His big cock had plopped
out, but the bulbous head still pressed against the entrance to
her pussy. “Get up and make me some breakfast,” said Gage.

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

.Dixie took a quick refreshing morning shower to wake up. She
bounced down the stairs and took a big whiff of the smell of
breakfast coming from the kitchen. She smiled as she entered the
kitchen. Jamon and Gage were eating a big plate of pancakes and
bacon. Gage was greedily stuffing his face while Jamon was
sitting back with his eyes closed. Dixie smiled at them and
reached out for a slice of bacon, but Gage smacked her hand away.
“You can eat when the laundry is done,” he told her, gruffly.

“OH FUCK!” grunted Jamon.

Dixie heard slurping sounds under the table and peaked down to
see Rose furiously pumping Jamon’s spurting cock.  She shook her
head and returned upstairs to get the sheets off the beds.  Mark
and Gage had been exhausted and gone straight to sleep. Dixie had
ended up sleeping upstairs in Amir’s empty bed. Jamon’s was the
only sheet to show signs of fucking last night. At least, she’d
only have one load of laundry to do today.

Dixie carried the sheets down to the laundry room and filled the
washer. She started it and turned around to see Gage watching
her. Gage’s strong arms grabbed her hips, easily lifting her and
setting her down on the vibrating machine. He was wearing his
security tee shirt and shorts. “I feel like bustin a nut in that
white pussy before work,” he said, letting his shorts fall around
his ankles. His cock was already rising as he grabbed it and
began rubbing it up and down her wet slit. “You want this black
cock?”

Just the sight of his fat eleven inch salami had her pussy lips
glistening with her arousal. “You know I want that big black
nigger cock, stud,” she told him, gasping with pleasure as the
big head pushed it’s way deep into her pussy. She spread her legs
wide open and then wrapped them around Gage’s waist as he began
slowly fucking her. Gage leaned down and planted his dark lips
against hers. Their tongues dueled as his cock head pushed it’s
way into her womb. “Aaaaah!” she groaned. “Your big nigger cock
is making me cum.

“That’s it slut, cum on that black dick,” he growled, pushing her
back so that he could kiss down to her big breasts.

“Oh shit!” she cried. “I’m going to cum again.” Dixie couldn’t
believe how fast the second one was coming. These black men
always gave her multiple orgasms, but this one was right on the
heels of the first. “CCUUMMIINNGG!” she screamed as her nipple
was sucked between his lips. “OHGAWD!” The wash cycle kicked in
just as she was cumming. The violently shaking machine sent
vibrations throughout her pussy. The added stimulation turned
this into her biggest orgasm yet and as the machine continued to
shake, her huge orgasm seemed to last for minutes. It was just
fading when she had another one as the machine gave one last
violent shake and the rinse cycle began. Dixie half thought she’d
die from the pleasure and it only got better when Gage slammed
his cock forward and began filling her womb with his fertile
seed. That orgasm left her sprawled backwards on the cold
machine. Gage pulled his cock out and his sperm began flowing
over the edge of the washing machine. “That was some fuck,
lover,” she groaned, weak from summing so hard.

“Thanks,” said Gage, winking at her as he pulled his shorts back
up. “I’ll see you at work later. Get this mess cleaned up before
you drive down to Islamorada.”

“Yes sir,” said Dixie. She watched him leave and then tried to
slide off the washer, but the wet semen on the edge was so
slippery, her ass slammed into the floor. “OUCH!” Dixie rose,
rubbing her ass. She limped a little out to the kitchen looking
for paper towels. Mark was sitting at the table, eating a plate
of food as voraciously as Gage had earlier. Rose was still under
the table sucking his dick now instead of Jamon‘s. The sounds of
her throat sucking turned to gulping just as Dixie grabbed some
towels. Rose was still under the table as she grabbed Mark’s red
shorts around his ankles and pulled them up his legs for him.
Dixie felt a strange twinge of jealousy after seeing her friend
suck Mark off. He had been her first black man she felt a certain
attachment to him.

Dixie cleaned the semen off the washer while the dryer was on.
She returned to the kitchen. This time Rose was alone, but still
under the table wiping some drops of semen off the floor. The men
had left and the two best friends were able to sit down and eat.
Neither felt strange sitting down naked at a table and sharing
breakfast. She told Rose about the amazing fucking Gage had just
given her on the washing machine and swore she noticed a tick in
Rose’s eye. It sure looked like Rose had the same feelings for
Gage having been her first that she felt for Mark. After eating,
Rose did the dishes and Dixie remade Jamon’s bed with the now
clean dry sheets. They dressed in their spade bikinis and drove
down to Islamorada.

Tuesday was as dead as Monday had been. They got plenty of looks
from the few guests there, but both were getting used to the
stares. Siobhan was working the bar and they ordered two beers
from her, but neither felt like drinking. “Lets go look at the
fish and then we’ll just go lay out by the pool all day.”

“Alright,” replied Rose. “Maybe take a little nap.” She yawned
loudly. Neither woman was getting much sleep.

Dixie loved the water and everyday they’d been at the resort, she
came down to the docks to look in the clear Caribbean water. She
never got tired looking at all the colorful fish swimming around.
She pointed out three gold and blue striped fish swimming past
them to Rose.

“Allo ladies.”

The girls turned to see the dark skinned black captain sitting
back in a deck chair on the back of his boat, the “Big Rod”.

“Hello,” said Dixie.

“Hi,” said Rose.

“I like your new bikinis very much. They are tres bien.”

“Thanks,” said Dixie. “I’m Dixie, this is Rose.”

“I am Robert,” he told them, pronouncing it in French as Row
Bare.

“Nice to meet you,” said Rose. “You’re Haitian?”

“Oui,” he smiled at them. “It seems like I wont have any business
today. Why don’t you let me take you for a ride? I know a nice
little reef for snorkeling.”

The thought of snorkeling in the blue sea thrilled Dixie and she
eagerly accepted. Robert held out his hand and helped both Rose
and Dixie on board. After a little preparation, he cast off and
pulled the boat away from the dock. Both Dixie and Rose were
thrilled to get a free boat ride. Dixie sat in the rear fishing
chair and Rose leaned over the rail as they slowly watched
Islamorada recede in the distance.

The Big Rod gunned it’s motors once the boat passed the outer
sandbanks. There were some other boats out, but not a lot. A
couple of guys fishing stared and waved as the Big Rod passed
their boat. Robert cut the motor about forty minutes out of the
docks. Dixie stood and leaned over the rail. The dark form of a
small circular reef could be seen just under the water off the
starboard bow. Already she was thrilled to see myriad types of
fish swimming around. She suddenly got a little nervous when the
dark form of a large ray swam past under the boat.

“This is a good reef for snorkeling, non,” said Robert, dropping
anchor. “I have gear in the storage compartments over there. He
had stripped off his shirt and was wearing only khaki shorts.

“This is very nice of you,” said Rose.

“Yes, very kind,” added Dixie, staring after the manta ray.

“Well I do expect to get paid,” said Robert.

Dixie glanced at Rose. They had assumed he was offering them a
free ride and neither woman had hidden much money in their skimpy
spade panty. “Um,” said Dixie, turning to face Robert. “We didn’t
bring much…”

Robert stood by the steering wheel. He had dropped his shorts and
was slowly stroking his black cock to full erection. “You sluts
can start by blowing me. If you’re good, I’ll let you snorkel
awhile before I fuck you.”

Rose turned to look at him as he spoke. “Jesus!” she exclaimed
softly, staring at his cock. Robert had a big one. Unlike the
Jamaican’s, the Haitian’s cock was cut. It pushed thirteen inches
and was as thick as Gage’s. It was very streamlined, smooth
except for some black throbbing veins and the head didn’t flare
up much. Dangling under it were some of the biggest balls either
girl had seen yet on a black man. “What makes you think we’ll
suck that thing?” asked Rose, staring at the huge cock. Dixie
noticed her friend’s tongue come out to lick her lips.

Robert walked over to her, his big cock bobbing before him
pointing the way towards the dark haired woman. One large black
hand came out to squeeze the black spade stretched taut over
Rose’s breast. “This spade gives me the right to use you as I
please,” he told her. When he pulled his hand back, Rose’s nipple
was embarrassingly erect under the thin material. Robert turned
from Rose and reached behind Dixie to cup her breasts. He bent
down like he was going to kiss her neck, but instead took her
bikini strap between his teeth and pulled it loose. “You do know
what that outfit means,” said Robert, letting go of her breasts
long enough for the bikini to fall to the deck.

“Our bodies belong to the black man,” moaned Dixie as Robert
pinched her nipples.

“They can take any hole they want,” added Rose.

“Tres bien,” said Robert, releasing her breasts and moving around
to sit in the fishing char. He leaned back and sat on his lower
spine so that both Rose and Dixie could kneel on either side of
the chair. His cock was huge, black and rampant. It stuck up and
out, pointing out to sea over the motor and above the words Big
Rod written on the stern of the boat. “Take those bikinis off,”
he ordered. He reached out and pulled the string on Dixie’s
panties. The panty fell to her feet. Rose reached behind her and
pulled the string behind her neck and the one across her hip
holding her panty on.

Dixie was the first to kneel beside him. Robert’s streamlined
cock head was in her mouth and down her throat before she knew
it. She closed her eyes, bobbing her head, trying to take his
cock deeper when her nose bumped into something. Dixie opened her
eyes and saw Rose was kissing the shaft closer to his pubes.
Dixie pulled off the huge rod and both she and Rose licked up and
down the sides of Robert’s giant black cock. He groaned in
delight.

Dixie held her tongue out and flat, licking up the thick shaft to
the head. Rose was doing the opposite. Her tongue was pressing
hard against a bulging blue-black vein and working it’s way down
his cock. Dixie didn’t particularly feel like sharing. As soon as
Rose reached his pubic hairs, Dixie slipped her tongue up and
over the urethra before stretching her jaw wide to accommodate
the big head. She started bobbing her head as fast as she could
go.  His cock pushed farther into her throat, slipping deeper
with each bob of her head. She lost it for a moment, the gag
reflex kicking in, forcing her to pull her head back to catch her
breath. Rose quickly took her place. Dixie was secretly pleased
to see that Rose hadn’t swallowed nearly as much as she had
before Rose’s gag reflex kicked in. Dixie jumped back in. This
time she was determined not to let his size stop her.

Dixie had his cock halfway down her throat when that bitch Rose
grabbed the base of the shaft and started pulling it towards her.
Dixie wasn’t about to stop blowing Robert’s big cock. She reached
up and grabbed Rose’s wrist pulling it off the shaft. She inhaled
deeply through her nose and the next thing she knew, she was
kissing Robert’s pubic hair. Robert groaned with pleasure and sat
up quickly. One strong black hand grabbed the back of her head
and began guiding her speed up and down his cock. Dixie saw
movement out of the corner of her eye. Robert had grabbed Rose’s
head with his free hand and was pushing her down. Dixie was
leaning over Robert’s knee, sucking his cock and Robert guided
Rose between his legs and right up to his huge splayed out balls.
Dixie could see Rose licking them while she rapidly sucked
Robert’s swelling cock. With little more warning then that, his
cock bucked in her throat and she felt it pump a big load of
semen into her belly. She pulled back wanting to taste him, his
cock never seemed to stop pumping the entire time. As the head
cleared her throat, her mouth was suddenly filled with the
hottest most incredibly delicious sperm she had tasted yet. Dixie
moaned, gulping it and gulping the next load. Each jet of cum,
hosed the back of her tongue, tingling her taste buds as she
swallowed it as rapidly as her mouth filled. Robert’s swollen
testicles were certainly living up to their promise. She felt
pressure on her shoulder just as his next blast of semen failed
to fill her mouth completely. Dixie swallowed giving in to the
pressure and was pushed back, Robert’s cock springing free of her
mouth and shooting a wad of sperm on the deck that would of put a
year’s worth of her husband’s ejaculate to shame. Rose pushed
Dixie farther away from the spurting cock before taking her
place. Her lips closed around the head. Her friend moaned in
pleasure and dismay. Rose seemed to find it every bit as tasty as
Dixie had, but there wasn’t enough for her. Rose was furiously
jerking the base of his shaft trying to squeeze every last drop
of Robert’s semen from it. Finally, Robert seemed to have had
enough and pushed Rose back and off his spent cock.

“You sluts can really suck cock,” said Robert. “Why not go
swimming and let me recover some.”

“Alright,” said Dixie. She reached out and hefted his balls.
“Jesus, do these things hold a lot of cum. I’ve never swallowed
so much in my life.” Rose gave her a mean stare and turned to
look at the puddle of semen on the deck. For a moment, Dixie
thought Rose was about to lap it up, but she didn’t.

There were no other boats around and the three of them stayed
naked while Robert helped them put flippers, masks, and snorkels
on. When they were finished, Rose and Dixie climbed down a ladder
and into the water. They swam off together at first. Dixie was
delighted at all the brightly colored fish swimming about and
thrilled when she noticed a the tail of a brown shark sticking
out from under a reef’s outcropping. She had seen nurse sharks
before and knew they were nothing to be nervous about. She swam
around trying to spot the stingray again, but never did. She had
lost track of time and realized Rose was nowhere to be seen.
Guessing what was going on, she swam back towards the boat and
moved her faceplate to the top of her head as she climbed the
ladder. The sounds of fucking preceded her view. Rose was bent
over the port side’s railing getting a hard fucking from behind
by Robert. They were angled such that Dixie could see Robert’s
huge cock sliding in and out of her friend’s soaked pussy. Rose
started squealing continuously as she came. Dixie watched for a
few minutes before allowing herself to fall backwards into the
water. She swam around again for awhile, this time her heart
filling with joy when a small sea turtle swam close to her.

After about twenty minutes or so, Dixie noticed Rose was back in
the water. This time, Rose had her bikini bottoms on, but was
still topless. Dixie slowly left her friend and made her way back
to the boat. As she climbed the ladder, she found herself staring
at Robert’s dangling black cock. She smiled and looked up his fit
body to his smirking face. She smiled at him never breaking eye
contact as she reached out from the ladder and grabbed his soft
cock. A couple strokes and she felt it hardening. Robert stepped
back pulling his cock from her hand and allowing her to climb
into the boat. A few minutes later and she was having her first
orgasm as she rode his magnificent black cock on the deck of the
boat.

Dixie threw her head back and closed her eyes as she bounced in
his lap. She focused her mind on the thick black shaft moving in
and out of her pussy, the strong black hands mauling her breasts
and tugging on her sensitive nipples, and on the warmth of the
sun heating her face and body. He brought her off several times
and was about to have another when she felt rain hitting her.
Only it wasn’t rain, Dixie opened her eyes to see a dripping wet
Rose standing over her and pulling her mask off her head. A
second later, sperm had her womb expanding outward and she found
herself experiencing one of the biggest orgasms of the week
Robert’s big balls began pumping what seemed like a gallon of his
thick seed into her womb and pussy.

Dixie climbed off his spent cock watching it plop down onto his
hard stomach as she stepped off him. “Go clean up,” he told her
as his semen began dripping onto the deck. Dixie stepped over the
railing and jumped in the water. She swam out a bit, kicking her
legs trying to work his semen out of her and noticing white globs
of cum floating out from her pussy. She used her hands to scoop
some more out before swimming back to the ladder. When she
climbed up the side, Robert started the motor and she saw Rose
was on her hands and knees cleaning the sperm off the deck with a
cloth. A moment later and they were heading back towards the
Keys.

“No need to cover up those big titties yet,” he told them and the
two girls remained topless.

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

Rose was a little jealous. Robert had given her a great fucking,
but definitely seemed to prefer her blonde friend. Even now,
Dixie was standing up by the Captain’s chair flirting with him as
he steered the boat. He had one strong arm wrapped around her fit
waist. They laughed about something and he leaned over, sucking
one of Dixie’s nipples into his mouth. She didn’t care so much
that he preferred Dixie. Everyone had their preferences, but
Dixie hadn’t shared his big load with her. The little she had
gotten had tasted amazing. His semen was as thick and as rich as
pudding. Rose was about to walk over to him and ask if she could
suck his cock when Dixie leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Rose could just make her words out. “You haven’t fucked my ass
yet,” said Dixie.

Robert climbed out of the chair and glanced over at Rose. “Steer
the boat,” he told her. “Just aim it for those two islands in the
distance.”

Rose found herself steering the boat while Dixie leaned over the
railing screaming, “Fuck my ass, Robert. Shove that big black
cock in my ass.” The big Haitian slammed his cock in and out of
her ass as hard as he could.,

Boat traffic began picking up. Rose grabbed her bikini top and
put it on while Robert pulled Dixie off the railing and lowered
her down to the deck while never removing his cock from her ass.
Rose was just starting to get nervous as the boat neared the
islands with their surrounding reefs and shallow waters, but
Robert groaned that he was cumming and pumped Dixie’s ass full of
his seed. He pulled his cock out of her ass, squeezed his shaft
until his remaining cum shot out onto Dixie’s butt cheeks, and
took over steering the boat after pulling his shorts back on.
“Clean that up for me,” said Robert and Rose found herself
scrubbing cum off the decks again as it dripped from Dixie’s ass.
Dixie quickly pulled her bikini on.

Robert piloted the boat back into the docks at Islamorada, but
this time he pulled the boat straight in instead of backing it
in. The girls had to climb up to the prow to step out onto the
dock. “Hurry back,” said the big Haitian.

Rose looked over at Dixie as they walked down the dock. Dixie
smiled back. “Robert wants to fuck me again,” explained Dixie.
“I’m going to go get a shower and meet him on the back of the
boat. I hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine,” said Rose, feeling a little jealous. “I’ll go find
Gage after I shower.”

Being a weekday, the resort was slow. Dixie and Rose showered in
separate stalls as the restroom was empty and they were alone.
Rose could hear Dixie humming in the next stall. Her friend was
in a pleasant mood after her encounter with Robert and looking
forward to more with him. A part of her wished Dixie was in the
same stall with her, crowding together under the spraying water,
bodies pressed together. Jamon had made them kiss and Rose had
teased her friends nipple as Jamon fucked her. Then things had
gotten even stranger, Dixie had willingly gone down on her in the
shower and it had felt good, even getting her off. Rose had also
licked Deshawn’s sperm off Dixie’s stomach. A woman’s touch was
softer then a man’s, gentler and smooth. Not as good as a big
strong man, but good nonetheless. Maybe, it was a good thing,
Dixie was in a separate stall. They’d done some strange things
the past five days and regardless of what happened, their
relationship would never be the same.

They stepped out of the shower at the same time and Rose’s eyes
took in Dixie’s beautiful wet body glistening in the light from
the shower and as her eyes came back up to Dixie’s face, she
noticed that Dixie’s eyes were sweeping over Rose’s body too.
Rose watched Dixie towel herself dry and pull her tiny spade
bikini back on while Rose did the same. Dixie fiddled with her
bikini strings and nodded satisfied that they were well tied.
“I’m not sure, how long Robert is going to want me,” said Dixie.
“He’s had a long day and even black men have their limits.” Dixie
stepped closer to her. “I’ll look for you when I’m done and if
not…”

“I’ll get a ride with one of the boys.” Rose watched Dixie lean
forward to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head
slightly and Dixie kissed the side of her mouth before pulling
back. “Have fun,” said Rose. Dixie winked and they left the
restrooms together. She felt a twinge of jealousy again as Dixie
hurried off towards the docks and Rose for a brief moment
wondered if she was jealous of Dixie or maybe jealous of Robert.
She shook her head to clear it of these strange thoughts. She
wasn’t a lesbian or even bi, but these men had awakened something
inside her. Rose felt like she was becoming a truly sexual being.
Even the caress of the cool evening air on her nearly nude body
felt sexual as it hardened her nipples.

Rose stepped out onto the sandy area near the stage and looked
around the resort. It was truly a dead night. The one bar that
remained open during the week didn’t have one customer and
Siobhan wasn’t around. Mark was by the pool and he did have a
couple with a toddler playing in it, but there was no one else
around. She decided to seek out Gage in the security office
nearby. She knocked, but there was no answer. Rose tried the
handle and the door opened. She stepped inside, but the security
office was empty. The door to the conference room was cracked
open and noises were coming from it, but before Rose could check
it, an image from the security cameras caught her attention.
Robert and Dixie were standing on the back of the BIG ROD,
kissing and holding each other closely. Rose felt a thrill go
through her when Robert pulled the black spades off of Dixie’s
breasts and began fondling them. The two sank to the deck and out
of sight except when Dixie’s torso appeared slowly bouncing up
and down. “Oh god, fuck me.” Rose stared at the screen not
realizing it had sound. “FUCK! FUCK me.” The voice wasn’t
Dixie’s. Nor was the voice coming from the screens. It was coming
from the conference room. “I’m CUMMING!!!” Oh no, thought Rose.
Gage had another woman in there. “Me too, slut,” growled Gage’s
voice. “Here it cums.” Rose felt like crying. This certainly
wasn’t her day. First Robert had given most of his attention to
Dixie and now Gage had another woman. She felt a strong affection
for the security guard as he had been the first black man to take
her. She felt jealous when he fucked Dixie and the thought of him
with another woman felt even worse. She shivered at the lustful
memory of the night Gage had made love to her and taken
possession of her mind as well as her body.  Jealous, she had to
know whom Gage was fucking. Rose stepped up to the door and
slowly pushed it open. Gage and Siobhan looked over at her.

The room was a small meeting room. It mostly held a rectangular
table that would seat six. Two chairs on each side and one on
each end. Siobhan was sitting on the edge leaning back against a
pile of luggage. Her legs were spread wide and Gage was between
them. His cock was buried in her pussy. “Hi Rose,” said Siobhan,
pleasantly.

“Yeah hi,” grunted Gage. “You want something?”

“No,” said Rose, shaking her head. She felt sorry for
interrupting and hadn’t wanted to get caught. “I was just looking
for you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Rose’s eyes left the embracing
couple and moved to the luggage Siobhan was using to prop herself
up. “HEY! That’s my luggage!” Rose looked in shock at her
suitcase and Dixie’s was there too. All their luggage was on the
table!

Gage looked over at it. He stepped back out of Siobhan’s spread
legs. His big cock plopped free. “Oh yeah,” he said, looking at
the luggage. He turned to face her, his big cock sticking
straight out, but bending slightly. A long strand of semen
dangled from the end. “Your luggage,” he said. “Your luggage,
your lugg… Great news. A state cop stopped a car down closer to
Marathon and found it full of stolen luggage.”

“Oh god, that is great news,” said Rose elated and fighting off
tears of joy.

“It appears nothing was touched,” continued Gage. “The thief was
caught red-handed and you won’t even need to testify.”

“Dixie will be thrilled,” said Rose. At first glance, she’d been
a little suspicious finding her luggage piled up in here, but
Gage’s words reassured her. A few doubts lingered however. “How
long have you had it?” she asked, turning to face him and
scanning his eyes for any sign of deceit which was difficult as
her eyes wanted to move down his hard muscled black body and
stare at his engorged cock.

“Just a few hours. I saw you leave on Robert’s boat and decided
to wait for you to get back. Then Siobhan distracted me.”

Rose didn’t notice any tell tale signs he was lying and she did
let her eyes glance down to the fat black cock she had come
looking for before she looked away and back towards her luggage.
“Wow, I’m so relieved.”

“I’m happy we could do something for you,” said Gage. “Now tell
me why were you looking for me.” Gage watched her as she glanced
at the sexy redhead and then back towards him. “Tell the truth.
Siobhan is a spade girl too.”

“I wanted to suck you off,” said Rose, gulping and glancing
towards Siobhan. The pretty bartender grinned back at her and
winked. “I wanted to taste some cum.” Rose looked down at her
feet in embarrassment.

“Come here,” ordered Gage. Rose approached him still looking down
at her feet. She could see a steady trickle of sperm dripping
down off the table and pooling on the floor where it was leaking
from Siobhan’s pussy. “Good girl telling me what you want,” he
said. Rose stared down at his cock and watched it swell up a
little. “Now I’m a little spent at the moment, but I know where
you can find a fresh load of cum.”

“Where?” asked Rose.

“There,” said Gage. His strong hands grabbed her shoulder and
turned her to face Siobhan. He forced her to take a step closer
and her view point rose up to observe Siobhan’s well fucked
pussy. Siobhan’s labia was red from the hard fucking and Gage’s
white seed poured from the opening. “Eat some of that while I
recharge.”

“Gage… I” Rose tried to object, but Gage’s strong hands were
bending her down. Siobhan spread her legs wider as Rose’s face
approached her pussy. At first, Rose’s lips came down on the pool
of semen dripping on the table, her nose pushed right between
Siobhan’s labia. Rose’s tongue came out to lap up the cold semen
and then she licked up, tasting the hotter flesh between
Siobhan’s legs, lapping up Gage’s sperm as it poured from the
redheaded girl’s pussy. The sperm on the table had been cold. The
leaking sperm was warm, but as her tongue wormed it’s way into
Siobhan’s pussy, Gage’s seed turned hot again. It was every bit
as hot as it was pumping straight out of his cock. Rose pushed
her mouth into Siobhan’s pussy and licked Gage’s sperm out of it
as fast as she could. Siobhan moaned, grabbed Rose’s head and
pulled it into her pussy while she raised her hips up into Rose’s
thrusting tongue.

Rose lapped away, enjoying her first taste of a woman’s pussy.
She licked Siobhan’s labia and twirled her tongue around
Siobhan’s clit before sucking her clitoris between her lips. Then
she licked back down, thrusting her tongue in and out of
Siobhan’s pussy like she was fucking it. Before long, she was no
longer doing it to clean Gage’s cum out of Siobhan’s pussy. She
was doing it because she liked it. She looked up Siobhan’s sexy
body as she ate her out. Siobhan had redder hair then Rose did.
Her pussy was a thin strip of wispy red. Siobhan was also paler
then she was, but not by much and Siobhan’s pale skin had a lot
more freckles. Rose stared at the black spade pin adorning
Siobhan’s navel, then up at the redhead’s large pale breasts.
Siobhan had paler nipples then either Rose or Dixie, but they
were long, fat pinkish erasers, engorged with desire as they
struck out from large saucer sized areola that blended in
smoothly with the pale white flesh that was Siobhan’s skin.
Siobhan suddenly arched her back and moaned as she came. Rose
found her mouth filling with the woman’s sweet nectar and another
load of semen pushed out by the contractions in her womb.

“Fuck that’s hot,” growled Gage.

Rose felt Gage’s strong hands on her hips and then one hand
slapping her thighs to make her spread her legs wider apart. She
felt his hard cock pressing against her pussy and then her face
was pushed hard into Siobhan’s wet pussy as Gage pushed his cock
in with some force. His cock slid easily inside her now. Her
pussy was growing more accommodating of the black monsters it had
been encountering the last five days. Rose continued eating
Siobhan’s pussy while Gage fucked her. Siobhan came again just as
Gage’s big cock had Rose cumming. Rose’s moans were muffled by
the wet pussy in her face as her own pussy contracted around the
eleven inch black cock buried inside it.

Gage fucked her for a good twenty minutes after that. Rose never
quit eating Siobhan’s pussy and the red headed bartender did have
one more orgasm while Rose had three more before Gage slammed his
cock forward and flooded her womb with his seed. This triggered
another larger orgasm that almost made Rose collapse to the
floor. When she recovered, Siobhan had slid back away from her
mouth and Rose found herself with her face in the small puddle of
semen that had leaked from Siobhan’s pussy, dripped off the table
and pooled on the floor. Rose shook her head as she came to her
senses.  She pushed herself up off the table. Gage was still
inside her. His cock was jerking every now and then, shooting
little squirts of ejaculate inside her. His cock had lost some of
it’s steel and after another few minutes, he slid his deflated
cock out of her.

Rose rested a moment leaning against the table. Gage had just
fucked all the strength out of her body.  Rose summoned some
energy and managed to turn around and hop up on the table in the
same spot Siobhan had been sitting in. She watched as Siobhan
pulled a short white halter on over her large breasts. The halter
had black lettering that read, BLACK OWNED, on it. The bartender
then pulled a black spade bikini bottom just like Rose’s on and
short shorts on over that. The shorts were cut low and Rose half
expected to see a small wisp of red hair peaking out or the top
of a black spade. Siobhan slipped her small feet into flip flops
before bending down and kissing Rose on the lips. “Thank you,”
she whispered.

Rose watched her leave the conference room and the security
office. When she turned her attention back on Gage, she was
disappointed to see that he had already pulled his pants on and
covered his cock up.  He pulled his gray security tee shirt on
over his muscular torso. “Get this place cleaned up. I’m late for
my rounds,” he told her before he left the office.

Rose did as she was told. She pulled her bikini on, slipped next
door to the showers and cleaned the sperm off her face and thighs
before returning to the office. She found some paper towels and
cleaned up all the sperm on the floor and table. When she was
finished, she took the opportunity to go through her luggage and
was thrilled to see that everything was there. Her purse held her
wallet filled with money, credit cards, and her check book.
Nothing had been stolen.

Rose happily left the security office. She wondered down to the
docks and saw the BIG ROD was rocking in the water. She smiled,
no longer jealous that Robert had preferred Dixie. Bored, she
walked around a bit before shyly wandering over to the bar.
Siobhan smiled at her and Rose felt her face growing as red as
Siobhan’s hair. The red headed bartender finished mixing some
drinks for a young couple at the bar before walking over to check
on Rose. Rose ordered a margarita which she happily paid for with
her own money. She didn’t care for feeling beholden to people,
even Dixie who had plenty of money. After making her drink,
Siobhan came over and talked with her as if they were old
friends, but neither brought up their afternoon encounter with
each other.

After an hour had passed, Dixie showed up. “I’m telling you these
black men are amazing,” said Dixie, sitting down. “I’ll have what
she’s having,” she told Siobhan. “Despite his busy afternoon,
Robert managed to fuck me twice more and I sucked him off just
before leaving to find you.”

“You got a bit…” Rose motioned her finger to the side of her
mouth where Dixie had a small glob of semen on her lip, but Dixie
missed it. Rose found herself reaching out with her finger and
scooping it up before cleaning her finger off in her mouth.

Dixie stared at her and continued. “I finally started to detect a
decrease in his semen the last time I sucked him off.”

Siobhan set Dixie’s margarita before her. “You talking about
Robert? Damn, does that nigger have some good tasting jizz.”

Rose and Dixe both turned to stare at her and found themselves
nodding their heads in agreement. “He sure does,” said Dixie.
“They all do.”

“I’ve found that bigger balls produce thicker pudding,” said
Siobhan. “The more consistency, the better the taste. If you ever
go back to white men and I don’t know why you would, you’ll find
their little teaspoon of runny semen tastes like crap. That’ll be
five bucks for the margarita or do you want to run a tab?”

“I got it,” said Rose, plopping a five down on the bar.

“Where’d you get the money?” asked Dixie, squealing with delight
when Rose told her about the luggage.

After finishing their drinks, Rose and Dixie returned to the
security office and found Gage there. He helped them carry their
luggage out to their jeep. He then gave them instructions on what
to cook he and Mark for dinner. Rose and Dixie drove off for the
supermarket to buy dinner. They each pulled on the same clothes
they had worn when they arrived at Islamorada five days ago so
that they could shop.

Mark and Gage came home to find chicken and potatoes waiting for
them. The two nude women served the men their dinner and without
being asked, crawled under the table and gave the two men some
very loving blowjobs. Afterwards, they did the dishes.  Rose was
the last to leave the kitchen as she put the dishes away. When
she walked out into the condo’s living room, Dixie was snuggled
in between Mark and Gage on the couch watching TV. Rose was on
her way to join them, when the door flew open.

“Fuck yeah!” shouted Amir, seeing Rose standing there nude.
“That’s what I like to come the fuck home too.” Amir charged Rose
like he was about to tackle her and she found herself thrown over
his shoulder watching Deshawn following them up the stairs to
their room on the third floor.

Rose may have started out the day disappointed, but things
changed fast when she spent the next two hours being double
penetrated by a horny father and son.

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

Dixie stirred in her sleep. Something was pulling on her arm. She
was engulfed by the body of a large black man, his spent cock
still inside her. It was a struggle to turn her head and see what
was disturbing her. She peeked out from under Jamon’s chest and
blinked in the darkness until Rose’s image came into focus.
“AWWW… What do you want?” she yawned.

“Aaww,” said Rose yawning in response. “Get up and get a shower.
Amir and Deshawn want to take us to Key West today.”

“Really! Help me out.” Dixie wiggled while Rose grabbed her arm
and attempted to pull Dixie out from under the giant black man.
Instead of sliding free, her squirming had the opposite effect on
the cock plugging her pussy. “Shit! He’s getting hard again! I’ll
meet you there.”

Dixie spread her legs wider as Jamon came awake and started
fucking her again. Her body reacted quickly, her hips lifting up
into Jamon’s thrusting cock. “Fuck me Jamon, Give me that big
cock,” she growled at him. Fifteen minutes later, he grunted at
sperm began filling her pussy. This time his cock did plop out
and the half sleeping black man rolled off her. Dixie climbed off
the bed and walked downstairs to the shower, hunched over with
one hand cupping her pussy to keep his sperm from leaking out.

“About time,” said Dixie, dressed in her spade bikini.

“Jesus Rosie, it’s dark outside.”

“Amir wants us to himself today and he wants to leave before the
others wake up. Now hurry up and shower. Put your bikini on and
grab your dress. That’s all you’ll need.

Dixie showered and dressed. She came down the stair to the smell
of bacon and toast. Rose was serving Amir and his son breakfast.
The girls joined the black men for a quick bite and soon found
themselves climbing on the back of Amir and Deshawn’s motorcycles
after storing their dresses in containers on the bikes. Dixie was
behind Deshawn. She wrapped her arms around his broad chest as he
pulled out of the driveway.

The sun came up soon after they left. Though tired and exhausted,
Dixie found herself enjoying the morning. It was warm and
beautiful outside. The sun sparkled on the blue water under the
myriad of bridges they passed over. The powerful motorcycle
throbbed under her legs as she wrapped her arms tighter around
the strong man steering the bike. One hand slid down his chest
over his hard flat stomach. She found the base of Deshawn’s cock
and slid her hand over the long shaft as it traveled down one
pant leg. It swelled at her touch. The bike suddenly sped up and
caught up with Amir and Rose. Shawn honked the horn to get his
dad’s attention, then took the lead. Soon he turned off into a
private parking area on the gulf side and Dixie found herself
leaning over his bike while his huge black cock fucked her from
behind. Next to them, Amir was doing the same to Rose.

An hour later, they were on the rode again. The men stopped off
at Big Pine Key and showed them a fresh water hole with a couple
alligators in it. Soon after that, they entered Key West and Amir
and Deshawn gave them a tour of the island. The beach area was
filling up as they circled the island. Amir led them inward and
through the above ground cemetery. They rode past the Hemingway
house and climbed the Key West lighthouse. After a quick lunch,
the girls pulled their Queen of Spades dresses on and they hit
some clubs. Key West was a lot busier then Islamorada and the
various bars had a decent crowd that seemed fascinated with the
two big black men and their sexy white women. After a long day of
drinking and dancing, they walked down to Mallory Square to watch
the sunset and the street performers. Then they had a quick
dinner.

After that, things got strange.

“Aaaawwww,” yawned Dixie.

“Tired?” asked Shawn.

“Yeah I’m tired,” she replied. “You guys don’t like to let us
sleep much.”

Amir laughed. “Sleeping is what you do in bed with white men.
Black men use beds for fucking especially when we’re with stacked
white bitches. No get them dresses stowed.” He checked his watch.
“We’re heading home soon and we’ll show you what black men do in
bed with white women.”

“Can’t wait,” said Dixie, exhausted, but smiling at the thought
of having Amir or his son between her legs again soon. Hell,
maybe Gage would grab Rose and she could take both father and son
on. “Why do you keep checking your watch?”

“Got somewhere to be in five minutes,” replied Amir, straddling
his bike. “Take the dresses off and mount up.“ Rose climbed up
behind him after stripping back to her bikini and stowing the
dress on the bike and Dixie did the same for Deshawn.  The
motorcycles pulled down Duvall street, leaving the busy section
and heading for the quieter section of the island. When they
reached the water, they turned the bikes right, heading to the
Southernmost point one street over.

The Southernmost point in a big striped buoy and tourist stop.
During the day, they had visited it and encountered tourists
taking pictures and vendors hawking goods. Now, it was quiet, but
for the occasional car passing by and a Hispanic man leaning
against a parked car.

Without shutting the bike off, Amir rode up to the man and took a
small duffle bag from him. Amir quickly secured the bag in the
storage compartment holding her dress. After that, he pulled
forwards and Deshawn took a bag from the man. Once the bags were
secured, the motorcycles turned around and drove along the
Southern end of the island. “What was that?” yelled Dixie in
Amir’s ear.

“Nothing,” he replied, turning his head.

“Is it drugs? You guys are drug dealers?”

Amir pulled over in a parking space along the public beach.
“Alright, what’s the problem?”

Dixie climbed off the bike. “I don’t want nothing to do with
drugs.”

“Damn, I didn’t know you guys were dealers,” said Rose, joining
her and equally concerned.

“We ain’t dealers,” said Deshawn. “And if you don’t like it, you
can stay here.”

“So those aren’t drugs?” asked Rose. “Let me see in the bag.”

A cop car suddenly slowed down and drove past them. The policeman
driving stared at them until Amir waved. The cop’s eyes checked
out Rose and Dixie’s small bikinis and then assuming nothing was
wrong, he drove off.

“If it isn’t drugs, then what’s in the bag?” asked Dixie.

“Drugs,” said, Amir. “It’s Wednesday night, probably a kilo of
coke per bag, some pot,  X, and maybe some heroin.”

“FUCK!” said Rose and Dixie together.

“But we ain’t dealers,” said Deshawn.

“Shawn’s right,” added Amir. “We’re mules. We just run the stuff
from Key West to several modeling agencies up in Miami every
week. The agencies place the orders, we meet the supplier here,
and then run it up to South Beach. Been doing it for eighteen
months now. We get a grand per trip.”

“I’m not comfortable with this,” said Rose.

“Tough shit,” answered Amir. “Now get on the bikes or do what my
son says and stay here.” Amir started the engine again.

“I don’t like this, Dix,” said Rose.

“Me neither,” she answered.

“If you’re staying,” said Deshawn starting his motor. “Then I
want our bikinis back.”

Rose and Dixie looked at each other. “Last chance,” said Amir.
Dixie was the first to move. She walked up to Amir’s bike and
climbed up behind him. “Good choice,” added Amir. “Now just hope
we don’t get stopped cause now you is accessories.” He took off
out of the parking spot. Deshawn and Rose soon followed them.

Dixie felt a little less nervous after they crossed the bridge
from Key West. She half wished she could lay her head down on
Amir’s back and take a nap, but that would have been too
dangerous. She almost did doze at one point and when she woke up,
the roar of the motorcycle sounded even louder. She leaned back
and roaring motorcycle engines filled her ears. They were
surrounded by motorcycles, at least twenty of them.

Dixie looked around in alarm. The gang was riding along with Amir
and Deshawn. Almost all the gang members were wearing black
leather or jean jackets with the arms ripped off. The back of
each jacket had the image of a snarling black panther on them. It
was dark and she couldn’t see the entire gang, but every bike
near her that had a helmet-less rider or wore a helmet, but had
bare arms, was showing black skin. The gang appeared to be all
black men.

A motorcycle pulled up close to her left. Dixie glanced over at
the rider. He wasn’t wearing a helmet. His features were very
African, dark black, flat nose, and big lips. His face was hard,
but his eyes were hidden behind goggles. The man wore a do-rag
over his shaved head. His arms were bare and very big, maybe even
bigger then Gage’s. His eyes ran up and down her body. He pulled
ahead a little and fist bumped Amir as they rode side by side.
More bikes came up alongside her and she lost sight of Rose
behind Deshawn. All the riders checked out her body. The engine
suddenly slowed a little. The biker beside her gestured off the
rode and all the bikes including hers turned off an exit and
pulled up to a secluded beach area.

Amir pulled into a parking space and the other motorcycles pulled
in beside them. The parking area was dark and didn‘t have lights,
but the moon was full, reflecting off the ocean illuminating the
small beach. The sandy beach was small and the water was close to
the parking lot. Off the lot, several picnic tables and a few
free standing grills were arrayed around palm trees.

“Damn girl.”

“You is one hot white bitch.”

“Look at these big ass white titties.”

Dixie found herself turning around nervously. She was surrounded
by black men all turning their admiring lustful gazes on her
scantily clad body. She heard Rose squeal somewhere behind her.
Dixie turned to catch a glimpse of her friend, but the man who
had commented on her breasts suddenly grabbed and squeezed them.
She gasped in surprise at this stranger’s boldness. The string on
her bikini tugged behind her neck and her spades fell forwards.
“Oh my,” she gasped when her bikini top was yanked from her
breasts.

“Fuck! I’ve never touched pink nipples before,” said the biker
squeezing her breasts. His fingers moved to pinch her nipples and
Dixie found herself becoming wet.

“Me first,” said a deep voice.

Dixie looked over to see the biker who had worn the goggles. They
were now up on the do-rag on his head. His arms were huge and
covered in blue tribal tattoos that were hard to make out in the
dim light. She assumed he’d gotten them in prison. All the black
men milling about looked like ex-cons. “Come on Stan,” whined the
man playing with her breasts.

“Wait your fucking turn,” growled Stan. He held out one massive
black hand that completely swallowed Dixie’s when she reached out
to take it. Her pussy gave a little squirt when she touched him.
Her nipples were already hard from the chill in the night air and
the man who had been pinching him, but now her entire areola
started puffing up as her arousal grew. Stan led her over to his
motorcycle and with little ceremony had her bend over the seat.
Dixie found her panties being pulled off and then, a strong hand
was slapping between her legs, getting her to spread wider. A big
knob ran up and down her labia. “Well, well,” he chuckled. “The
white whore is already wet for me.”

“UUGGHH!” Dixie was pushed hard into the seat of the bike as
Stan’s big cock head entered her. “JEESSUSS! That’s… a… big…
cock…” she gasped.

“You like big nigger cock, dontcha slut?” growled Stan angling
his big cock so that the head could push through her cervix.

“I love big nigger cock,” replied Dixie as Stan began to fuck
her. His cock was huge, in the Deshawn or Jamon size range. In
other words, a really big pussy pleaser.  “Fuck my white pussy
with that big nigger cock,” she told him.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” shouted Stan, slapping her
ass hard with the palm of his hand. The surrounding black bikers
laughed and stood watching their leader fuck Dixie’s pussy.

Dixie heard another squeal just as she had a powerful orgasm. She
looked up and saw Rose’s nude body thrown over the shoulder of
powerful young black giant. He carried her over to a picnic table
and sat her down on the edge. The man kicked the seat out of the
way and struggled to get his pants down as he stepped between her
legs. Rose’s white legs wrapped around his hips as the couple
started fucking on the table. Dixie came again, breathing heavily
against the hard seat of the motorcycle. When she looked up, Rose
was now on her back while another man had moved around the
opposite side of the table and had shoved his cock down her
throat.

A fat ten inch cock suddenly bobbed before her face blocking her
view of Rose. Dixie looked up at the man. He was pudgy and had a
large gut sticking out over his cock. He was also older, past
sixty and had bad teeth. He moved closer and shoved his cock down
her throat. Dixie couldn’t move much and he just grabbed her
head, guiding his cock in and out of her throat. It was one of
the shorter pricks she’d seen on a black man, but it was also one
of the thickest. She almost choked on it when Stan’s cock erupted
in her womb triggering a huge orgasm.

Stan finished cumming and yanked his cock out. “Where the fuck
did you find these sluts, Amir?” asked Stan.

“Just around,” replied Amir’s voice just as another cock took
Stan’s place. It was another big one, though not as big as
Stan’s. It gave her a decent orgasm just as the old man’s cock
started cumming down her throat. He shot most of his load in her
belly and she only tasted a little of his sperm when he pulled
his cock out. It tasted old and stale like the man, but it was
still thick. The man fucking her pussy came and Dixie had another
big orgasm.

Dixie was still gasping for air, when strong hands pulled her off
the bike and to her feet. She stumbled as she was led by two more
men to a picnic table near Rose. Two different men were with Rose
now. The one between her legs had pushed her legs up and back so
that he could fuck her ass. His thick black cock was buried deep
in her ass and he was trying to push more in. Rose’s head was now
hanging off the table. Another man straddled her head. His balls
hanging right over her mouth. He was sliding his foot long cock
between Rose’s breasts, fucking her big tits with delight.

Dixie found herself in a similar position. A third man was
fucking her pussy while another man had his cock down her throat.
This time she didn’t cum until the man inside her pussy did. The
next man pushed her hips back so that he could fuck her ass.  The
next black biker decided to titty fuck her the same way Rose had
gotten titty fucked. After the man fucking her ass came, another
man took her pussy.  The man fucking her tits grunted and she
felt semen strike her belly. “Fucker,” growled the man between
her legs. “Ya got yo shit in my pubes.” The man fucking her tits
pulled away and for a brief moment, Dixie had some release for
her sore neck and stretched jaw. The man fucking her came, pulled
his cock out and shot a last bit of sperm on her tits. She
watched him walk away and it occurred to her that he hadn’t made
her cum. For the first time, a black man had failed to make her
cum.

Dixie looked over at Rose and for a moment she thought the poor
woman might be passed out. Stan was fucking her. He had her legs
pointed up so that his head was between her feet while he pounded
away. Rose showed little reaction to being fucked by Stan’s
mighty cock. When she finally did show signs of life, it was to
turn her head sideways to cough like she was about to vomit. A
young black man blocked her view of Rose and guided his twelve
incher down her throat just as another man pushed her hips up and
took her ass again. When the man fucking her throat came, she
suddenly felt like throwing up to. There was simply more cum then
there was room in her belly. The cock in her ass jerked and
spewed it’s pudding deep in her bowels. A torrent of seed
followed the retreating cock to pour out of her ass. Another man
shoved his cock down her throat. This time, she weekly pushed him
back just as he was about to cum. His seed tasted every bit as
good as Robert’s had, but there was simply no more room in her
stomach. His sperm quickly overflowed her mouth and poured down
her face, covering her nose, eyes and getting in her hair. She
did the same for the next two men to cum in her mouth too until
her face had become a mask of dried flaky and wet sperm.

And so the night went. Dixie lost track of the men who had her.
There had been at least 20 in the gang and it felt like every one
had been in either her mouth, pussy, or ass. She had quit cumming
hours ago and sex had ceased being pleasurable. Not that the sex
hurt. Her genitals were too numb to feel anything. There was
pain, but it was from holding her legs apart for so long, from
cricks in her neck, and her back hurt from rubbing against the
hard wood on top the picnic table. She wasn’t even awake for the
last hour or two that men had continued fucking her.

A bright light woke her up. Dixie blinked as she opened her eyes
and they became adjusted to the light. The sun’s fiery orange
ball was halfway up over the ocean, but the image was white and
blurry. Her legs still hurt and she tried to close them, but
something was keeping them spread. She heard a grunt and raised
her head to see a black man still fucking her. He finished
cumming and pulled out. There was fresh wet semen on her face
too, but she must have been asleep when the last man came in her
mouth. Finally she was alone and she managed to scoot back so
that her head wasn’t hanging over the edge any more. Dixie fell
asleep, but it must have been only minutes for when she opened
her eyes, the sun wasn’t far above the water. The view was still
blurry until she wiped the sperm out of her eyes.

There was a roaring in her ears and Dixie quickly covered them at
the loud noise. Nearly every motorcycle in the parking lot had
started their engines at once and then singularly or in pairs,
they left the small secluded beach.

“Go get cleaned up. We need to get going.”

Dixie weakly raised her head and looked at Deshawn. He was
pulling his shirt on and she assumed that at some point he had
made use of her body along with the rest of the gang. “Can’t
move,” she gasped.

“Sorry, but pop and I have an appointment in Miami to make.”
Deshawn grabbed her arms and pulled her up to a sitting position.
He then threw her over his shoulder. “Shit girl, you’re a wet
mess,” he complained.

Dixie saw Rose laying spread eagled on her back on the next
picnic table as Deshawn carried her down to the water. Rose
appeared to have gotten it every bit as hard as Dixie had. For a
moment, Dixie feared that her friend was dead until Amir appeared
and Rose groaned as he threw her over his shoulder. Dixie was
suddenly flung off Deshawn’s shoulder as he dropped her in the
ocean water. She hit the water hard, but not too hard as it was
shallow and her ass sat down on the sandy bottom soon after
hitting the water. The chill in the water woke her up enough that
she could start washing the semen off her body. A second later,
Rose splashed down beside her. The two woman were silent as they
did their best to clean the cum of twenty black men off their
bodies. Dixie saw that Rose was using handfuls of sand to clean
herself. She copied Rose and found that sand was the next best
thing to a washcloth. She still felt dirty when Amir impatiently
announced that they had to get going.

So began the scariest ride of both Dixie’s and Rose’s life. It
was nearly two hours to their host’s home. Neither of them could
keep their eyes open. At one point Dixie woke up just as she was
falling off the speeding motorcycle. She grabbed Amir’s back just
in time to stop her frail bikini clad body from striking the
asphalt. Amir ended up steering with one hand while his free hand
held her arm draped over his shoulder. Finally after what seemed
an eternity, the bikes pulled up to their condo. Amir and Deshanw
kept their motorcycles running. Deshawn stayed with the bikes to
guard the drugs while Amir let the two exhausted girls into the
condo. He shut the door behind them and they heard the roar of
the two motorcycles as they sped off for Miami.

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

“Dammit!”

Rose sleepily opened her eyes to see Gage standing over her. She
smiled. “Morning,” she whispered, closing her eyes again.

“Fuck!” he growled. “I got a morning stiffy that won’t go down
and my sluts have been fucked raw. Fucking shithead Amir. Oh
well.” He leaned down and picked Rose up in his arms just as Mark
came downstairs.

“What the fuck happened to them?” asked Mark.

“I don’t know. Lets get them up to bed. The poor things need to
get some rest.”

“Fucking Amir,” Mark grunted, picking up Dixie.

“Thank you,” whispered Rose as Gage ascended the stairs.

“What happened to you last night?” he asked.

“Can’t remember. I just remember motorcycles and a snarling black
cat.”

“Damn! The Black Panthers! There’s 23 bikers in that gang.” Gage
arrived on the second floor, but kept climbing to the third
floor. “Don’t tell me you took them all on?”

“No choice,” whispered Rose, rubbing her head against Gage’s
chest. She felt protected and safe in his arms. “Rule oone, our
bodies belong to the black man. Besides, they were scary black
brutes, all ex-cons.”

Gage chuckled. “That’s bullshit. Stan is a high school principal.
They’re all Miami city employees, janitors, bus drivers, and
one’s a lawyer. They like to pretend they’re tough guys on the
weekends, riding all around Southern Florida. Fuck, I don’t know
what they were doing out on a Wednesday night, but on the
weekends, they have their wives and girlfriends with them. They
would have been better behaved then.”

“Oh,” said an exhausted Rose as she was gently laid down on a
bed.

Gage leaned down and kissed her head while Mark dropped Dixie
down on Deshawn’s bed. “No action from these two for awhile,”
said Gage.

“No shit,” bitched Mark. “Let’s get to work.”

Rose closed her eyes and slept for a few hours. When she woke up,
she climbed out of bed and made her way down to the second floor
to use the shower and finally clean off the mixture of suntan
lotion, semen, and sea salt that encrusted her body. Her back,
ass, thighs, and neck were sore and the shower felt wonderful.
She was still tired, but felt refreshed when she stepped out of
the shower and toweled herself dry.

Rose examined herself in the mirror. The first thing to catch her
attention was her tan. She’d never been this tan before. White
spades covered her nipples and the tips of her breasts. A white
spade also covered her pubic region. The flesh colored part of
her bikini bottom must have been made of the material that lets
ultraviolet through. She looked good with a tan, though the white
spade tan lines were a little silly. Dixie checked out her body
noticing a few light bruises from getting fucked on the picnic
table all night. Her thighs were an angry red with welts and
still stung from the repeated slapping of heavy sperm filled
black balls. All and all not too worse for wear.

Rose thought about getting some real food from the kitchen, but
her belly was still full from the multiple loads of semen that
she had swallowed. Instead of going downstairs, she went back
upstairs to Dixie and woke her sleepy friend up to go get cleaned
up. While Dixie stumbled downstairs to shower, Rose laid back
down on the bed and promptly fell back asleep.

She awoke to someone shaking her and the smell of hot soup. Rose
opened her eyes to see Gage leaning over her. “Wakeup sleepy. I
made dinner for you.”

Rose blinked her eyes as she slowly woke up. It was dark outside
the window. She and Dixie had slept all afternoon. She still felt
tired, but then it would take a long time to catch up on sleep
from this weekend. She saw Dixie was sitting up in her bed and
Mark was setting a tray on her lap. Rose sat up and Gage sat a
similar tray in her own lap. A paper plate held a grilled cheese
cut in half and a bowl of tomato soup. “Thank you,” she said,
realizing how starved she was when her belly growled.

“Your welcome. Now eat up. Then I want you two to shower and
gussy yourselves up some. Do the hair, nails, shave, the whole
shebang.”

Rose chewed and swallowed a piece of her sandwich. “Sure thing
Gage, but I’m still sore down there. I don’t know what you have
planned, but…”

“Do as you’re told, slut,” he told her calmly, but in a tone that
implied seriousness.

“Yes, sir,” she answered meekly.

“You have two hours to get ready. Remain here after you shower.”
Gage followed Mark to the door. He turned. “Don’t worry. It won’t
be more then you two can handle.” He left.

Dixie looked over at Rose and said, “We’ve handled an awful lot
this week.”

“You’re telling me, sister.”

The girls devoured their grilled cheese and soup. “You can have
first crack at the shower,” said Dixie, combining the trays and
bowls into one.

Rose left the room and went to use the shower. She washed herself
thoroughly and then primped in front of the mirror. This time she
had her own makeup, razor, and curling iron. She shaved her legs
and trimmed her whispy red-brown pubes. Rose used her favorite
green polish on her toenails and fingernails, then added some
green makeup above her eyes. She looked good in green with her
red-headed features and pale skin. For a brief moment she
pictured Siobhan nude wearing the same makeup. The thought
aroused her a little, much to her embarrassment. After curling
her hair, Rose returned to the room and Dixie left.

Rose noticed that the tray was missing. Mark or Gage must have
come for it. She laid back down on the bed and quickly fell back
asleep. She awoke about a half hour later to the sound of Dixie
returning. Her blonde friend looked great. Her lips and nails
were a bright red and even her nipples looked darker. Dix had
curled her hair. Her skin was and always would be a darker tan
then Rose’s and Dixie’s pale spade tan lines stood out more on
her darker skin.

Rose heard voices downstairs. “What do you think they have
planned?” asked Dixie, sitting across from her on Deshawn’s bed.

“I don’t know Dix, but I can’t take another gang bang.” Rose felt
like crying and Dixie moved over to hold her. Rose sobbed into
Dixie’s arms, hoping her makeup didn’t run from her tears.

There were heavy steps out the door and Jamon opened it. “You two
go on over to my room and get on the bed.”

“Yes, Jamon,” said Dixie.

Dixie and Rose stood up off the bed together and holding each
other they left Amir and Deshawn’s room and walked across the
hall to Jamon’s room. Jamon had a king sized bed, the biggest in
the house. They entered the room and saw that his bed had been
pulled out from the wall. It had been stripped of it’s sheets and
it’s pillows. The mattress was covered in a plastic protector.
“What the fuck?” asked Rose, seeing it. They sat down on the edge
of the bed together.

“What’s that?” asked Dixie.

They were silent, straining their ears for sounds. There were
still voices downstairs, but there was also movement on the
stairs. Footsteps were climbing the stairs. Multiple footsteps.
They footsteps didn’t pause at the second floor. They continued
ascending the stairs. The first paused outside the door.

Gage opened the door and strolled into the room. There were other
men behind him. They were all nude. “Lie down on the bed, both of
you,” he said.

“Gage, please,” begged Rose, fighting to keep herself from
crying. “We can’t take another gang bang.”

Gage walked up to the bed. “We are not here to gang bang you,
Rose.” Nude black men followed Gage and surrounded the bed. “We
are here to baptize you.” Gage was holding something in his left
hand. Rose watched as he squirted liquid in his right palm and
began stroking his cock. He handed the tube of astroglide to the
next man.

“They’re going to jerk off on us,” whispered Dixie in her ear.
Both women felt relieved.

Rose stared at Gage’s swelling cock, turning slick with
lubrication from the container of astroglide. She turned her
attention to the other men. All five roommates were present as
were Sammy, Marley, and Reno from Rasta With Meatballs. The
fourth member of the band whom they had not met was also present.
He was the married one whose wife didn’t let him out to play.
Robert was also present. His huge balls swinging under his giant
cut cock.

“Dayum!”

“You telling me. Dese bitches is fine.”

“I need to tap that shit.”

“No,” said Gage. “They are off limits for that.”

Rose smiled gratefully. The men speaking were three black men she
hadn’t seen before. One looked barely eighteen and had the
fattest cock she’d seen yet. Another was closer to thirty and
obese. A thirteen inch cock stuck out under a huge gut. His balls
matched his cock, every bit as big as Robert’s. The last man was
closer to seventy. He was think, wrinkled, and stopped over.
Oddly, his cock was rampant and proud. It was as big as Jamon’s,
fourteen inches and huge. The old man’s cock looked forty years
younger then the man it was on. Neither Rose or Dixie ever
learned their names.

Gage approached Rose’s side of the bed. He straightened his back
and held his head up high, practically shouting, “As the first
black man to enter this woman, I demand the right of first
baptism.”

“GRANTED,” shouted the crowd. Gage aimed his cock at Rose’s face
and began jerking off. Rose found herself turning her face
towards his cock, expectantly.

Mark aimed his cock at Dixie‘s face and shouted, “As the first
real man to enter this woman, I demand the right of first
baptism.”

“GRANTED!”

“HAIL SATAN,” yelled Jamon. Rose gasped and there were gasps from
some of the black men in the group. “Just fucking with you, mon,”
he explained and there were chuckles in the crowd.

Rose turned her attention to the strong black hand furiously
working his eleven inch shaft near her face. His fat cock head
started swelling bigger after a good five minutes. She
instinctively closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck her
tongue out. With a grunt, Gage shot his load. Hot sperm
splattered on her nose, eyes, and cheeks. A wad struck her tongue
and another flew in her mouth. She gulped it, loving the taste.
If every man came as much as Gage did, the two women were going
to be soaked in sperm. “I baptize you a slut for black cock,” he
gasped.

“UNNHH!” Mark blew his load all over Dixie’s face. “I baptize you
a slut for nigger cock.”

Gage and Mark stepped back and the newly baptized sluts for black
cock found themselves surrounded by men jerking off. Huge black
cocks 11, 12, 13, and fourteen inches long ranging in color from
brown to black, to dark black, to really black, cut and uncut,
aimed at the two women’s nude bodies, poised to cover their
bodies with cum from black balls ranging in size from tangerines
to coconuts to duckpin bowling balls.

Soon the rains came.

Sperm shot across Rose’s breasts. One man aimed his entire load
right on the left nipple nearly centered in the white spade of
her tan line. The man’s load covered her entire breast in his
seed. Another shot it across her ribs and ejaculated on her right
breast, aiming his last few spurts at her left at the last
moment. A wad of sperm burst across her belly, filling her navel
and pooling in her stomach. A powerful stream of semen covered
her crotch, coating her freshly trimmed pubic hair with white
seed. One man pulled her legs towards the side, held one up and
sprayed a jet of sperm all over her labia. As soon as he let go,
another man pushed his cock between her feet and jerked off with
them. He pulled his cock out when he came and coated her tiny
feet with white semen. Sperm was striking her from the other side
too as men shot their load all over Dixie’s luscious nude body.

The rains slowed.

One man remained near Rose’s head, jerking his massive cock off.
Her lids were coated in semen, but she recognized the huge balls.
It was Robert. Rose reached out her hand and touched the cut head
of his thirteen inch cock. Her hand slid down and she began
jerking the shaft off instead of him. The monster was already
swollen and near to bursting. Just as it blew, she rolled on her
side and wrapped her lips around the tip. She gulped as he mouth
filled, finally getting a satisfying taste of his potent seed.

The rains stopped.

Rose looked over at Dixie just as the last man shot his wad. It
was Jamon and he filled Dixie’s belly with cum, burying the
Confederate flag pin in her navel beneath of torrent of white
cum.

“Well done sluts,” said Gage, stepping forwards. “Thou art
baptized. We welcome two new sluts for black cock.”

“WELCOME SLUTS,” shouted the crowd.

“Thank you,” said Rose, meekly and she heard Dixie respond the
same way.

“Now,” said Gage, “Since this is the first time we have performed
this little ritual on two women at once, I motion that we have
them lick the seed of the superior black man off each other.”

“I second that motion, mon,” said Jamon.

“As do I,” said Amir.

“The motion is passed.” Gage leaned down over Rose. “You may
begin. Start licking sluts.”

Rose rolled over on her side, facing Dixie. Dixie was already
facing her. Her blonde best friend was as coated in semen as she
was. They inched closer to each other until their breasts mashed
together. Both bent their head forwards and their lips met at the
same point between them.

“Dayumn!” exclaimed the man from earlier.

Rose closed her eyes and kissed her friends lips, their tongues
met. She tasted semen on Dixie’s lips and tongue. It was on her
breath. Their kisses broke, but their tongues didn’t quit moving.
Both women licked sperm off the lips and cheeks of their friend.
Rose kissed Dixie under the chin as Dixie licked sperm off the
bridge of Rose’s nose and kissed her eyelid.

Rose slid down on the wet plastic covering the bed. Her lips and
tongue moved from Dixie’s chin to her neck, shoulder, chest, and
then she was licking semen off Dixie’s DD breasts. Her tongue
moved closer to the nipple, licking around the areola, flickering
the hard nipple and sucking the engorged nipple between her lips.
She moved her tongue off the nipple, lapping up the sperm coating
Dixie’s mammary, bending down to do the same to Dixie’s other
breast and nipple. When she was done, Rose laid on her back and
Dixie bent over doing the same to her breasts.

Dixie finished with her breasts and then moved her mouth down
Rose’s ribs and stomach. Rose sucked her belly in as Dixie
pressed her lips down over her pierced belly button and vacuum
sucked the large wet pool of sperm into her mouth. When the pool
was drained, her tongue wormed into Rose’s belly button,
flickering over her diamond pin and moving in increasing circles
around her belly. She stopped just above the sperm coating Rose’s
pubic hair. Dixie leaned back and tugged on her friend arms.

Rose sat up and did the same to Dixie’s belly. She sucked up the
sperm and licked the flag pin clean. As she did so, Rose found
herself on all fours. She didn’t stop with the stomach. Rose’s
tongue licked around Dixie’s blonde bush, but it didn’t stop
there. Her tongue found Dixie’s engorged clit. Dixie spread her
legs wider and Rose began sucking and cleaning her clit. Rose
leaned closer. She raised one leg and straddled her friend. Now
on top of Dixie, Rose buried her head in Dixie’s pussy. It was
soaked with sperm. One of the black men must have shot his entire
load right on her labia. Rose’s tongue licked the labia clean
worming it’s way into Dixie’s pussy. “UNH!” she grunted when
Dixie’s tongue entered her own pussy. The two best friends began
eating each other out in earnest. Sperm splattered in Rose’s hair
and across her breasts.

The men had started jerking off again.

This time they weren’t satisfied with jerking off. “I need to tap
this,” said a man. Rose felt herself sliding towards the foot of
the bed until Dixie’s legs dangled off. A big black cock with
gray pubes approached Dixie’s pussy. Rose assumed it was the old
man’s. She held out her tongue and licked along the shaft as the
fourteen inch cock pushed into her friend. Her tongue went from
Dixie’s clit to the old man’s rapidly pumping shaft.

“How you likin dat pussy, pop?” asked Amir.

“Fuck this is some fine white pussy,” replied the old man who was
apparently Amir’s father.

The head of the bed depressed as a big man climbed up near
Dixie’s head. It wasn’t long until Rose had her own monster cock
pushing into her pussy. She shuddered in pleasure all fear of
soreness gone as Dixie’s tongue worked over her clit and the
bottom of the man’s shaft, but soon the man’s mighty balls were
slapping Dixie’s head and Dixie changed to licking the man’s huge
balls as he fucked Rose.

Rose felt Dixie shudder beneath her as her blond friend came. The
old man buried his cock and held it still. Dixie’s shudder turned
violent as her orgasm was prolonged and grew in intensity. Rose
stared fascinated as the old man’s white cum began leaking out
from their conjoined crotches. He slowly withdrew his spent cock
and the flow of semen increased. His cock was still hard and
shooting little jets of seed as it reared up. Rose wrapped her
lips around the head, tasting her friend’s juices and getting a
shot’s glass worth of sperm in her mouth. The old black man
stepped back and Rose buried her face in her friends pussy again,
lapping up the fresh semen. She was interrupted by another foot
long black cock poking at her head. She raised her head. This
time, the man grabbed Dixie’s thighs and pushed her back so that
her anus was facing upwards. Rose notied that Dixie’s anus wasn’t
the tight little puckered rosebud that it should have been and
she wondered if their exploits from last night with the bikers
had turned her anus into a little dime sized hole too. The man’s
black cock was slick with astroglide and slid into Dixie’s ass
quite easily. Rose returned her tongue to Dixie’s pussy lapping
up Amir’s dad’s sperm while the man fucked Dix’s ass.

“CCUUMMIINNGG!” screamed Rose suddenly. The cock in her pussy had
just exploded. A torrent of semen was filling her womb giving her
a huge orgasm. The man pulled his cock out and Rose felt his hot
seed strike her ass and lower back as he blew his last load. She
had know idea who the man was. She felt his weight leave the bed
and then Dixie’s tongue was wiggling it’s way back into her own
pussy. Dix ate her out for a few minutes before another man
climbed on the bed and she felt his huge cock head pressing hard
against her anus.

The man in Dixie’s ass began cumming. He yanked his still
spurting cock out of her ass. It reared up and went straight into
Rose’s mouth. The man had only just started cumming and Rose
swallowed several large mouthfuls before he stepped back. She
found herself looking down at the nickel sized hole that had been
Dixie’s anus. The hole was filling with the white seed, slowly
dripping down to the plastic covering. Without thinking, her
tongue came down on Dixie’s anus and began lapping up the leaking
sperm.

The man fucking Rose’s ass came soon thereafter. Unlike the last
man, he didn’t pull out before he quit cumming. He held his cock
deep and let every last bit drain from his balls. His cock had
even gone a little limp by the time he pulled it from her ass.
Rose could feel the sperm welling from her ass. It poured from
her asshole, a virtual Niagara falls of white sperm, cascading
down over her labia and straight into Dixie’s open mouth and
lapping tongue.

Rose winced when a man came on the side of her face, sperm
filling her ear. Another wad of sperm splattered on her back. Her
tongue and jaw were tired, so she slowly rolled off Dixie falling
on her back next to her friend. As she stared up at the ceiling
black men were leaning over her, jerking their cocks off again.
She closed her eyes when the first fresh wad fell on her face.
She kept them closed counting seven more wads before they had
finished. Fresh wads struck her tits, crotch, belly, and face.
She even felt ejaculate striking her legs from where more wads
were splattering off Dixie’s torso.

“I think that’s enough boys,” said Gage’s voice.

Rose listened as the men filed out of the room. She heard the
patter of footsteps down the stairs and even made out the sounds
of engines starting in the driveway. “Here,” said Jamon’s voice
as she felt a washcloth land on her face. Rose used it to wipe
her eyes clean. Dixie was doing the same. They stared at each
other with mixed emotions.

“God we’re a mess,” said Dixie, giggling nervously.

Mark strolled up, holding their bikinis. “You think you’re a
mess. You should see it when we all jerk off on only one girl.
Siobhan looked like she had taken a bath in white pudding.” He
tossed them their bikinis. Put them on, then get off the bed,
fold up the plastic covering and carry it downstairs and outside.
Try not to get too much sperm on the carpet.

That turned out to be an impossible task as both Dixie and Rose
were dripping with the stuff. They each held a corner of the
sperm covered plastic covering as they carried it downstairs.
Mark opened the sliding glass door to the backyard and the women
carried it through onto the grass. Jamon stood nearby with a
hose. The condo shared a backyard with four other units. One unit
had people sitting on a second floor back porch. They were
laughing and talking. The noises stopped when Jamon began hosing
off the plastic as well as Dixie and Rose. Rose knew they were
being stared at. Who wouldn’t stare at two stacked women in
skimpy bikinis being hosed down by a muscular Jamaican?

The strong spray of cold water was refreshing and it woke her up.
It also did a pretty decent job getting all the sperm off her,
but it took awhile. “When you leaving tomorrow?” asked Jamon,
running the strong stream of water down Rose’s legs and hosing
off her feet.

“Not sure,” said Rose, shrugging. “Early.”

“We need to be on the road before noon,” said Dixie as Jamon
turned the hose on her.

“Well mon,” said Jamon. “If this hose ain’t good enough for ya.”
He shook the garden hose. “I got a darker one for ya right here.”
Jamon used his free hand to squeeze his crotch. He said it loudly
enough there was a gasp from the people watching from the porch.
“Just drop by my room later and you can say goodbye to it, mon.”

“Maybe,” said Rose.

“Sure thing,” said Dixie.

“Get in the house,” came a loud whisper from the porch next door.

Jamon looked up at the porch and Rose saw him wink. She turned to
look up and saw a man dragging a woman through the sliding glass
door. It slammed shut. “I’ll be fuckin her by da end of da week,
mon,” laughed Jamon.

The three entered the condo, Jamon grabbing a beer from the
kitchen while Dixie and Rose headed upstairs to shower. They had
just started to climb the steps when Jamon yelled, “Hold it.”
They paused to look at him. “Bikinis,” he told them. “The rules
are in effect until ya leave tomorrow, mon.” Both Dixie and Rose
removed the spade bikinis, hung them over the railing on the
steps and walked up to the second floor.

Rose started the shower and checked the water temperature. “You
want to go first or me?” she asked.

Dixie smiled and stepped past her into the stall. She wasn’t
going first though. She held her hand out until Rose took it.
Then she pulled Rose into the shower with her. Their voluptuous
bodies pressed tightly together in the shower. Things were
different now then when they used to shower together in college
or even that first day on Islamorada. Dixie’s nipples were
already hard as she stared at Rose’s nipples hardening. Dixie
grabbed her right breast, squeezed it and rubbed her nipple
around Rose’s nipple. “En garde,” she said, laughing. Rose
laughed to. Dixie let go her breast and squeezed Rose’s breasts.
She caressed around the full globes and then moved her hands down
Rose’s wet ribs and to her hips. She pulled her friend tightly
into her embrace, their massive breasts smashing together. “I’m
glad this weekend happed to us, Rosie,” said Dixie before
bringing her lips down on Rose’s.

Rose kissed her friend back passionately. She broke the kiss long
enough to say, “Me too, Dix.” Then they kissed again.

Rose and Dixie took turns using the bar of soap to lather each
other’s bodies and examine every crack and orifice for any
remaining sperm. Rose would kneel, rubbing soapy hands through
Dixie’s belly, navel, bush, and between her thighs, while Dixie
held her head back under the jets of water to wash it. She turned
around, letting the water wash out the shampoo while Rose cleaned
her ass and thighs. Then they switched places.

After drying off, Rose left the bathroom. “Where you going?”
asked Dixie.

Rose turned and winked at her friend. She walked over to Gage’s
room and opened the door. He was laying on his back nude, bench
pressing a dumbbell with some heavy weights on it. His muscles
glistened from a sheen of sweat. Rose walked over and kneeled by
his crotch. She bent over and took his hardening cock in her
mouth. He did some more reps until his cock was complete hard
before setting the dumbbell down. “You’ve come a long way,” he
told Rose as she deep throated his thick black cock. “Lets move
to the bed.”

Rose sucked up his shaft until the head plopped out. Then she
kissed the big black knob. Gage climbed off the bench and walked
to his bed. He laid down on his back. Rose straddled his legs. He
held his cock up for her as she lowered herself down over it. “OH
GOD! GAGE! I love your cock!” She sat in his lap, grinding down
into his crotch luxuriating in the feeling of being stuffed by
his cock. “I love it Gage. I love your cock so much.” Rose sucked
her lower lip into her mouth as she concentrated in being filled
by her black lover. “Fuck it. I love you Gage. I love you. I love
your cock. I love the things you make me do. I wish Jake had a
cock like yours.”

“You gonna marry him?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied honestly. “I still love him, but he
could never satisfy me. Not now, not after this week. I believe
in monogamy. I’ve already been unfaithful to him, but after we
say our vows, it will be a sin to cheat. I don’t think I could
do… be faithful that is. God! I’m such a whore.” Rose felt like
crying.

“Trust me girl. You got an itch and the longer you go without
scratching that itch, the worse it’s gonna get. Tell that white
boy that you’re a black man’s whore. He might like it.”

“Shut up, Gage.“

“Tell him that your pussy’s built for black cock.”

“Stop it.”

“Tell him you like swallowing nigger cum.”

“NO!”

“Tell him you like having a big nigger cock up your ass and one
in your pussy at the same time.”

“Jesus Gage. Just stop.” Rose started bouncing in his lap. “Just
fuck me. Fuck your white whore. Fuck my white pussy. Then after
you fuck me, I want your big nigger cock in my ass.”

“You got it slut,” he said, playfully smacking her ass. “And
after I fuck that sweet white ass. I’m gonna shove my big nigger
cock down your throat.”

“And let me swallow your nigger cumMMIINNGG!” Rose threw her head
back and screamed as she came.

And that’s exactly how their night went.

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

Dixie had found Mark sleeping and woken him up with a blow job.
“I love your black nigger cock, Mark,” she told him after
draining his balls. “But I love two even more. Come with me.”

She led him up to Amir and Deshawn’s room, but they were gone.
Off on another drug deal to either Key West or Miami. Jamon was
sleeping in his room. Dixie started off sucking Jamon hard and
then she mounted him. After Mark had rested, his cock hardened
and he shoved his in her ass.

For the next two hours, they did everything two men and one woman
could do together.

Dixie woke up alone. Her ass and pussy were sore, sticky, and
wet. Her chin was covered in dried flaky cum. She checked the
clock on the nightstand. It was almost 11:00am and they needed to
get going. She left Jamon’s room and went downstairs to the
shower. Gage’s door was open. Rose was asleep on the bed. She
also showed signs of being well fucked. Dixie entered the room.
“Wakey wakey,” she said, shaking Rose.

“Whaaa? Rose slowly opened her eyes.

“We gotta get going. We should be on the road in an hour.” Dixie
left Rose and went to take a shower. Rose went in after her.

When the two women walked Downstairs to the ground floor. They
were dressed in the same clothes they had worn when they arrived
in the Keys. Rose had on her flower print sundress. Dixie wore
her pink tank top and cut off jeans. Underneath they had on their
flag bikini’s again. They stopped near the bottom of the stairs
to grab their spade bikinis.

Gage was at the kitchen table eating cereal and reading a Sports
Illustrated. “Next time you visit, bring the bikinis,” he told
them without looking up.

“Thanks,” said Dixie. “I’d like to make this a yearly thing.”

“Um, me too,” added Rose.

“Well ya always got a place to stay,” said Mark sitting up on the
couch in the living room. Jamon wasn’t around. Mark stood and
walked over to the,. He hugged Rose, reaching down to squeeze her
ass. He then moved to hug Dixie. Her hug was tighter and longer,
and it ended with a deep kiss.

“Well I guess that’s it,” said Rose, looking over at Gage,
waiting for him to stand and kiss her.

“Yep, Have a safe trip,” he said, eating a spoonful of cereal.

“We’ll see you guys around,” said Dixie walking over to the front
door. “Tell everyone else we said bye.”

“Sure,” said Mark.

Rose looked a little hurt when she reached out for the doorknob.

“WAIT!” yelled Gage, finally standing. “Come over here.” He
strolled over to the couch and sat down.

“Yes,” said Rose, hurrying over to him.

Gage reached over for a small box. “Stand in front of me,” he
told her, opening the box. Mark sat beside him and Dixie followed
his lead standing in front of him. “Lift up your dress,” ordered
Gage. Rose had been fully trained to obey the black man and she
did what he asked without question. She grabbed the hem of her
sundress and pulled it up until her belly, ribs, and USA flag
print bikini bottom was exposed. “Take out the pin.” Rose used
her chin to hold her dress up while her hands fumbled to remove
her diamond stud pin.

“Your pin too,” said Mark. Dixie looked down at him. Her belly
was already exposed by the short shorts and tank top. She easily
removed the Confederate flag pin. “That’s gold you know,“ she
told Mark when he took it from her.

“And mine is a real diamond,” said Rose handing hers over to
Gage.

“Good,” Gage replied. “They might cover your rent when I hock
them at the pawn shop.” He pulled another pin out from the box
and Mark did the same. Dixie watched Gage replacing Rose’s pin
with the new one and she felt Mark doing the same. When the pins
were in, both black men kissed their belly buttons.

“What do I tell my fiancé? He bought me that diamond,” asked
Rose.

Dixie looked down at her pin and over at Rose’s. They were
identical.

“Tell him you’re a slut for black cock or tell him you won a
bikini contest at a floating casino. I don’t care what you tell
him,” said Gage.

Dixie looked down at the black spade in her navel. A golden Q
filled the spade. It was the same pin Siobhan wore in her navel.
“Queens of spades,” she whispered.

“You should be safe,” said Mark. “Most white boys won’t know what
it means.”

“But when the itch is upon ya,” said Gage. “Just show these pins
to any black man and they’ll give you exactly what you need. Gage
stood up off the couch and this time he embraced Rose and gave
her a deep kiss that lasted several minutes. It was the most
passionate kiss a man had ever given her. Rose felt her nipples
hardening against her bikini top. Her panties turned wet and she
could feel the ever present bulge beneath his pants extend an
inch. They broke the kiss simultaneously, black man and white
woman staring at each other silently, each wishing this wasn’t
goodbye.

The two black men carried their luggage out to their jeep. They
kissed them again after the two flag girls got in their rental.
“Goodbye Rose,” said Gage, kissing her affectionately. “Anytime
you want to visit, you got a place to stay. I can’t guarantee you
getting any sleep though.” He kissed her again.

“I’ll be back,” said Dixie to Mark.

“Anytime, slut,” said Mark. “As long as you follow the rules.”

“Oh, my clothes might be off before I even make it through the
door,” said Dixie, winking.

Both Rose and Dixie were teary eyed as they backed out of the
driveway.

They spoke little for the first half hour. Some college guys
honked and whistled beside them when they stopped at a light.
“Pull over,” they shouted.

“No thanks,” said Dixie. She leaned over and gave Rose a deep
kiss until the light was green. Then she sped off leaving the
four guys opened mouthed and staring in shock. The two women
laughed.

“God Dix,” said Rose. “What do I tell Jake?”

“Don’t tell him anything. Just get married and find a little
something on the side. I already have a few ideas for some black
men to take care of me.”

“I want to remain faithful. I don’t think I can.”

“What about vacation?”

Rose looked back at her friend. Dixie stared affectionately back
into her eyes. “Vacation doesn’t count.” Rose winked and Dixie
laughed.

“What about long weekends?”

“They won’t count either,” replied Rose and the two laughed
again. “I don’t know if I can make it that long. I’ve had so much
cock in me the past week, I’m getting horny now just thinking
about it.”

“Hmmm, me too.” Dixie thought for a moment. “You know what might
help?”

“What?”

“A dildo. A big black dildo. That might keep us sane for awhile.”

“Yeah, it might,” said Rose. She pictured herself lying on her
bed, Jake snoring beside her while she worked a foot long black
dildo in and out of her needy pussy. “Where would we find one
though?”

“That place in Miami where Amir bought the gear. What was it? Let
see… BBC LOVERS BOUTIQUE. I bet they have dildos.”

“I bet they do too and we’ll be on I-95 passing Miami in ten
minutes.”

“That’s it we’re stopping,” said Dixie.

“I’m gonna buy the biggest dildo they have,“ said Rose.

“I’m gonna buy two,” said Dixie laughing as she envisioned
herself laying on her bed with Billy Ray sleeping beside her
while she worked two black dildos in her ass and pussy. “All this
talk of dildos is making me horny. You’d think after all the sex
this week, we’d be good to go for awhile.”

Rose squirmed in her seat. “Damn! I’m horny too. I think I got
that itch the guys were talking about.”

“You know what else Miami has?”

“What?”

“Black men. Lots and lots of black men.”

“It does doesn’t it?” asked Rose, looking at her.

“I bet I could extend our vacation another weekend.”

“I’ll text Jake now.”

The flag girls took an exit to downtown Miami and didn’t make it
home until late Sunday night.



Epilogue

Dixie

Dixie came home to her husband both a changed and a pregnant
woman. Billy Ray was delighted to hear she was pregnant. Dixie
just crossed her fingers and prayed that it was his. They’d had
goodbye sex the night before her trip to the Keys and there was a
good shot he’d impregnated her before Mark or Gage had. Her black
lovers did have much better equipment for delivering their baby
making seed where it had to go then her husband did.

Two months after being baptized as sluts for black cock, Rose
drove up to Dixie’s house and the two of them took off for a
weekend in Atlanta ostensibly to buy Rose a wedding dress, but in
reality to find some big black cock. In a city filled with
blacks, it was easy for a couple of hot white girls to find some
black studs willing to take care of their needs in a
predominately black nightclub. Rose was horrified to learn that
Dixie was pregnant and though neither of them believed in
abortion, Rose told Dixie that she should consider it. Dixie
decided to take her chances and one month after Rose’s wedding
she gave birth to a dark skinned baby girl.

Billy Ray’s reaction was immediate and violent. Hospital security
had to be called to restrain him and Dixie needed a police escort
to gather her things from her previous upper income home. She had
just enough money to find a small dingy apartment. The formerly
wealthy kept woman and trophy wife found herself on government
assistance, working as a waitress in a diner, and raising an
interracial baby.

Rose

Rose also came home a changed woman, but was determined to fight
it. She had an itch deep in her pussy on almost a daily basis and
nothing could scratch it, not Jake nor her fingers, and the
twelve inch black dildo only helped a little. Sometimes when the
itch was bad, she couldn’t sleep, felt frustrated, and turned
bitchy, snapping at her fiancé over petty things. It was her idea
to visit Atlanta to find some black cock and Dixie readily
agreed. They wore their BBC shirts into a bar filled with black
people, lustful male and jealous female eyes stared at them as
they walked up to the bar. They joined a group of six men having
a bachelor party and ended up taking the party back to the girl’s
hotel room so that they could strip for the bachelor. They made
out with each other while they stripped and the men gave them
several hundred dollars even though the girls didn’t want their
money. They sucked and fucked all six black guys all weekend
long.

Rose’s itch returned just days after getting back from Atlanta
and the week before her wedding, she told Jake she was going to
treat herself to a spa, but instead went back to Atlanta and to
the same bar where three black men accompanied her back to her
room. The itch was even worse on her wedding night where she
faked enjoying sex and orgasming with her new husband wishing the
whole time he was in her that his cock was longer and thicker and
blacker and belonged to Gage, but she vowed to resist her urges
now that a ring was on her finger and they had exchanged vows.
She did love him.

Rose tried to fight her needs, but her lust for black cock was
driving her crazy. She broke her promise to be a faithful wife to
Jake three days after getting married. It was Jake’s fault
really. He surprised her with a honeymoon in Jamaica. Just the
sight of all the dark skinned Jamaicans drove her nuts with
horniness. On the third day, she finally broke down and bought
her loving husband a day long fishing trip. She begged off
joining him and spent the day in her honeymoon suite with two
native employees of the resort. She vowed that this would be the
final time and managed to last through the rest of her honeymoon,
but as soon as they got back to Georgia she knew she needed some
black cock. Rose took weekends away to hook up with black
strangers at every excuse she could come up with. She even told
Jake she was going to visit Dixie around her due date, but
instead returned to the Keys and stayed with Gage, Mark, and the
others. Originally, she decided to only cheat far from home, but
she couldn’t keep leaving her nursing job or her husband. She
started finding black men closer to home. Once she broke down
while giving an invalid elderly black man a sponge bath in her
hospital and sucked his huge old cock off. He didn’t complain and
seemed as grateful for the blow job as she was to get a belly
full of his tasty seed.

Her downfall came when she met Jamarcus. He was working at a fast
food restaurant just ten minutes from her house. The boy was
eighteen and a black Adonis. Her pussy quivered the moment she
laid eyes on him. He was ruggedly handsome, but cold looking and
very ghetto. “May I take your order?” he asked her,
indifferently. Rose stuttered when she gave him her food order.
“Will that be all?” he asked like a robot, just going through the
motions. “No,” she replied. His eyes finally took her in, seeing
how hot she was, focusing on her tits. He watched as she took her
hand and slid it down her stomach to the hem of her spaghetti
strap top. Rose’s hand took it and his eyes stared at the exposed
skin under her belly and then at her belly button focusing on her
queen of spades pin. His eyes came up to meet hers. “Do you have
a pen?” she asked. He handed her one and she wrote her cell phone
number down on her receipt handing it back to him.

Jamarcus called her two hours later when his shift ended. He was
a high school dropout and had spent the last 18months in Juvenile
detention for drugs and gang activity. He lived with his mom and
agreed to get a job to straighten out for her sake. Rose threw
caution to the wind and took him back to her house since they
couldn‘t go back to his home. Jamarcus’s cock was magnificent,
everything she wanted. It pushed thirteen inches long, was as
thick as any black cock she’d had with a knobby head as big as
Amir‘s mace, completely unbendable, and his seed tasted better
then any of her other lovers, even better then Robert the
Haitian’s. He had amazing stamina too for an eighteen year old
and Jamarcus confessed that he’d been sexually active since he
was thirteen though she was his first white woman.

Jamarcus was just the kind of dominant masculine black man she
craved. They arranged for him to come by once a week when Jake
wasn’t home. Jamarcus put her through the paces, fucking her
mouth, pussy, and ass for hours. Eventually, she wanted him more
then once a week. They arranged for a second weekly visit between
their jobs and when Jake was at work. Soon, Jamarcus was just
coming around whenever he felt like it, sometimes every other
day, sometimes five days in a row. Rose would be out doing yard
work with Jake and see Jamarcus slowly ride by. Then she’d leave
on an errand and suck him off in her car. She’d sneak him out the
back door just as Jake was pulling into the driveway after work.
Eventually Jake walked in on her as she screamed in orgasm. At
first, he appeared ready to kill the black teen, but Jamarcus was
a lot bigger then Jake and cowered the white husband. Jake was
further cowered when he noticed the huge cock still glistening
with his wife’s juices sticking out from the black kid’s crotch.
Jake fell to the floor crying while Jamarcus smacked him on the
forehead with his club like cock before climbing back on the bed
to finish getting off in Rose. The black teen was cruel, making
Rose tell Jake how much bigger and deeper her black lover was
then he and who’s cock she loved more. Jake was broken hearted,
but he wasn’t a cuckold or a wimp. He threw Rose out of his house
the minute Jamarcus was gone.

Rose did something that shamed her at her divorce proceedings.
She lied. When Jake told the good old boy judge that he’d caught
his wife of six months in bed with a black man, Rose knew it was
over when she saw the look in the judges eyes. Without missing a
beat, she denied everything and told her lawyers and the judge
that she had come home early and found Jake sucking off a black
man. Jake looked disgusted at his soon to be ex-wife and backed
down. They split everything 50/50 including the house and Rose
even got one large payment out of her husband, but agreed to no
alimony. She never saw him after the papers were signed. Their
marriage had lasted less then a year.

Rose gathered up her things and with Jamarcus’ help, she moved
across state. She bought a decent sized home and then went to
find her best friend. Dixie and her daughter Sissy were grateful
to Rose and moved in with her.

Dixie and Rose

Rose was a godsend to Dixie. Rose got a job at a doctor’s office
nearby freeing up Dixie to work at night when Rose could watch
Sissy. Dixie finally took a job stripping. Rose didn’t approve,
but the money was good and Dixie was able to go off welfare with
their new living arrangements. Dixie met some black lovers while
nude dancing and brought them home for Rose. Jamarcus visited on
weekends and Dixie would put her ears to the walls jealous of her
friends cries of pleasure. On rare occasions, Dixie and Rose
would share a black lover and on others they’d share a bed giving
each other pleasure or performing for an awestruck black man.

Jamarcus

Jamarcus arrived early one weekend, cock hard and ready for some
action, but Rose was still at work. He told Dixie it was high
time that he fucked her. Dixie was curious about Rose’s lover.
She’d listened to them fuck many times and she couldn’t say no
even knowing that if Rose found out she would be pissed. They
were still at it when Rose got home. Dixie had been right, Rose
was pissed, but Jamarcus just told her to get naked and join them
in bed. Dixie and Rose spent the next half hour slobbering over
their favorite cock. By the end of the weekend, Dixie was as
enamored of Jamarcus as Rose was. He moved in soon thereafter.

Jamarcus was a real man’s real man. He never asked Dixie and Rose
to do anything, he ordered and they happily obeyed. He soon came
to dominate their household, telling them who they could and
couldn’t fuck. He didn’t care for most of their lovers, but he
shared his whores with his high school friends and old gang
members when they came to visit. He never hit them and they never
gave him cause. The most pain he ever caused one of them was when
he ordered Dixie to have her CSA tramp stamp removed. Rose signed
the house over to him one night he was teasing her with his cock.
Dixie handed over all her tips and Rose had her paycheck directly
deposited into Jamarcus’ bank account. He was not a deadbeat
though. He got a job as a bouncer at the strip club where Dixie
worked and studied during the day to pass his GED.

Six months into being head of their household, Jamarcus ordered
his sluts to quit taking birth control. Within a year, both had
given him strong sons, Jamar and Marcus. Dixie and Rose went back
on birth control and doubled their time at the gym to regain
their figures. Jamarcus wanted Dixie back at work as soon as
possible. He had been learning the business, observing the
dancers and the customers. He’d been fascinated with his two
sluts story about how they had gone black. That fascination had
led him to devise a new routine for Dixie’s dances. She began
wearing a a confederate hooded cape over a confederate bikini and
confederate tassels on her nipples. She didn’t just come out and
dance, she put on a show and the crowd went crazy. The crowd went
even crazier the night he made Rose join Dixie on stage in a USA
flag bikini and Uncle Sam hat. The flag girls were an instant
success. The money was so good, he made Rose work every night
stripping with Dixie. They were such a success that a more upper
scale gentlemen’s club wooed them away, giving them top billing
and the best hours. Eventually the money was so good, Rose quit
her job as a nurse.

Jamarcus began taking courses at a community college. He studied
computers, website design, photography, and filmmaking. His first
step was to set his Flag Girls up with their own website complete
with pictures, nudes for paying members and a video of them doing
their routine. His next step was to post a lesbian video of the
two. Then videos of them sharing his cock while he filmed.
Sometimes Rose filmed him fucking Dixie and other times they
switched. Still others, Jamarcus had a white geek in his class
come in and film them having a threesome. Internet money began
pouring in and soon so did job offers.

Their strange family unit packed up everything and moved to Los
Angles, spending a year making interracial porn. They swept the
adult video awards. Jamarcus got best male newcomer and performer
of the year. Dixie got female performer of the year and Rose won
best new starlet. Dixie and Rose also won best all girl sex
scene. All three were nominated in several other categories.

Jamarcus set to work on a project he planned on writing,
producing, and directing. He wrote the story about how the flag
girls first got fucked. To save money, he switched the setting to
California. Rose and Dixie contacted their old friends about
starring in the movie with them. Deshawn and Gage were easy as
they were fans on the website. Gage got in contact with Mark and
Deshawn knew how to reach his dad. No one remembered Jamon’s real
name. He had moved back to Jamaica and gone off the radar.
Jamarcus took Jamon’s role in the movie wearing a fake dreadlock
wig. Their reunion went well and the group stayed up late
drinking. Gage and Deshawn finally confessed that they were the
ones that had robbed the jeep nearly five years ago. The old
roommates made a game of how many white tourists they could
introduce to the BBC ONLY lifestyle. Amir and Deshawn had
targeted Rose and Dixie the minute they saw them strip down to
their bikinis. They broke into the jeep, slashed the tires, and
hid their luggage with Gage in the security office. Neither Rose
nor Dixie was that surprised to find out as they’d always had
that nagging suspicion.

The Flag Girls Get Fucked was the number one adult movie of the
year. Fans clamored for a porno with both hot sex and a decent
plot. Jamarcus quickly started his own production company,
signing Amir, Mark, and Deshawn to contracts. Unfortunately, Gage
was lured away by another company.  Jamarcus scoured websites for
sex stories to base movies on. The Flag Girls Get Busted was
next, followed by The Flag Girls in Slavery Reparations. Many
more movies followed including a documentary about their unique
family situation and the BBC lifestyle.

Jamarcus Production’s presents: Flag Girl entertainment, began
selling BBC gear and queen of spades gear on their website. Many
fans bought the gear after seeing the documentary. Many a white
wife, girlfriend, or daughter ordered their own BBC tee shirts.
Many a husband, boyfriend, or father wondered about the new black
spade pins in their female’s belly buttons.

Dixie and Rose’s looks and figures lasted well into their forties
and their popularity never waned. They’re still making movies for
their black master, but now they’re looking for new converts.

The End


Author’s Note: This story came out of a discussion board post
requesting that the artist draw a comic featuring some BBC
clothing pictures recently posted on the board. I’d never written
a story involving the gear and lifestyle so I thought it a
challenge. I considered writing a comic, but as my ideas started
to gel, I decided it would make a better story.

I’ve worked with many great online artists now, Darklord,
KinkyJimmy, Pitt, Jaguar, Duke, Fobbs, and Ryu. If I’ve left
anyone out, forgive me. I think working with artists has had a
positive effect on my writing. Anymore, I write a scene
envisioning how an artist might draw it. The visual imagery
greatly improves a story.

This story was intended to be shorter. I’ve gotten a few
complaints about how long my recent stories have been and they
have been long. I try, but sometimes a story just has to be told
and it takes longer then intended. My original plan was to just
flesh out the initial weekend and to breeze through the rest of
the flag girl’s week, but some of the events demanded to be
longer. I’ve also had some complaints about my epilogues. A few
people think they are unnecessary to the story and they’re right.
The story ends better with Dixie and Rose riding off to Miami and
leaving their further adventures to the imagination. I add the
epilogues simply because I like to know what happened to them and
where are they now and some readers might also. Interestingly,
more readers complain that my epilogues would have been better as
a story unto themselves making my story even longer. Of course,
my style is to show the loving faithful woman’s decent into a
slut and once they’ve become a slut, I loose interest in them.
Anyway, I welcome feedback at stormbringerstories@gmail.com. Let
me know what you think about this story, how long it is, my
epilogues or whatever’s else is on your mind. 
Storm