Penthouse Letters From Hell copyright 2001 by Stormbringer Revised 2009 PLFH: The Destruction of an American Family Note: This story was originally released in four parts. Each part tells the story of a different family member. The four parts are, gay, someone’s watching, lesbian, and interracial, respectively. Part 1: Where Steven buys a copy of Penthouse Letters and finds his outlook changed (mm) Steven shook his head as he drove through town. Just a year ago it had been a thriving little community with children playing in the park and a busy main street. Now, half the homes and businesses seemed empty, the park was run down, full of trash, and he swore he saw some teenagers shooting up drugs right out on the street. Anyway, he was glad he didn't live here. He just had to pass through once a month on business. Steven looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, quickly approaching from the west. He wanted to make it to a hotel before the storm broke. He was just leaving town when he saw the big sign that read, antiques. The store had opened about a year ago and he had never stopped in. It was Diane's birthday next week and he hadn't gotten her anything yet. His wife had a fondness for antiques, so he decided to risk the storm and stop in. ******************** "Good afternoon, sir," said the proprietor, looking up as he entered the store. "I'm Bob. If I can be of service let me know." "I need a present for my wife." "Well I have all sorts of needful things here," said Bob. "Do you have anything specific in mind?" "No, just let me look around." "Feel free to look in the boxes. As you can see, I'm getting ready to move." "Business bad?" "Quite good actually, but I believe I've done all I can in this town. Time to move on." Steven looked around the store, peering in boxes from time to time, but nothing jumped out at him. He heard thunder rumble in the distance and decided to get going. As he opened his last box, he inhaled sharply at the sight of a copy of Penthouse Letters sitting on top of the antiques. The cover showed a woman's torso from her abdomen to her neck. Her hands covered large firm breasts. Her belly was firm and flat with a pierced belly button. She had the sexiest body he had ever seen. "Is this for sale?" he asked. "Everything is for sale," said Bob. "That's a very rare collector’s edition." Steven nodded. The magazine would help him get through the night. He hadn't been with Diane in a week and could use some release. They were both forty, but still had an active sex life, making love three or four times a week. He walked up to the counter to pay for the magazine. "That'll be ten bucks," said Bob. "Take a check?" "Of course, sir." "What's the date?" asked Steven writing out the check. "Friday the thirteenth." Steven nodded, filled in the date then asked, "Does it hurt?" "What's that sir?" "Your sunburn." The proprietor had a reddish tinge to his skin. "Only when I laugh." Steven looked down on the counter. Bob's mail was sitting in front of him. The letters addressed to a Mr. B Eelzebub. "Unusual name." "It's Armenian." Bob slid the magazine into a bag. "Thanks," said Steven, taking the bag. "Thank you, sir. I hope your wife enjoys her present." Bob said laughing. Steven blushed. He had bought porn before, but it always embarrassed him. He quickly left and slid in his car just as the first drops of rain began to fall. By the time he arrived at the motel the rain had turned into a deluge. He was soaked running from his car to his room. Steven stripped off his wet clothes and hopped in the shower to clean off. After drying, he walked naked to the bed. His dick was already a little plump at the thought of jerking off. He pulled out the copy of Penthouse Letters, some hand lotion from his suitcase. and laid down on the bed. Steven spread his legs and stretched before opening the magazine. He blinked at the pages, quickly flipping through them. He must have been more tired then he thought because none of them would come into focus. He flipped through until one suddenly became clear and he started to read it. The story was about a married man away from his wife on business. The man's dick was rock hard in his pants as he walked into a diner at a truck stop. Steven smiled as his own dick stiffened up completely as he anticipated the man fucking some lonely waitress. Steven furrowed his brow as he read on. Instead, the man seemed to be looking for a male truck driver. The married man was staring at the truck driver's crotches. 'He's looking for some hung man to take home to his wife,' thought Steven. The husband wanting to see another man with his wife story was fairly common. "What do you want?" grunted a truck driver. "Please, I want to suck you off." Steven groaned, he was reading the male/male section. He hated that section of Penthouse Letters, but he kept reading. "Alright faggot, I'll let you suck my dick." They went out to the man's truck where the salesman proceeded to blow the driver's large cock actually enjoying it when his mouth filled up with the man's sperm. Steven put down the magazine. He was breathing heavily and his dick hurt. He couldn't deny that the story had turned him on and he felt a little ashamed. He put the magazine down and was surprised to see that his dick was as hard as a rock. He needed to cum real bad, but it was actually kind of floppy. He tried stroking it a few times, but it remained quite limp, though it was as plump as it was when fully hard. He felt frustrated and horny as hell. Steven got off the bed and peeked out through the curtains. His dick ached as he stared across the street at the truck-stop diner. Trucks were pulling in and out as he watched the truckers running inside through the rain. Steven closed the curtain, grabbed the Penthouse, and went to use the bathroom. As he sat on the toilet, he leafed through the magazine looking for the pictorial with the hot girl on the cover. The only one he found featured a rough-looking muscular man and a woman who appeared quite boyish. The angles all were from the woman's point of view. She was kneeling, looking up at the man's twelve inch cock. She was pulling it down towards her mouth, kissing the tip, licking the man's balls. The man's dick was magnificent and beautiful. Steven closed the magazine and set it beside the toilet. These strange thoughts were scaring him. He must have been away from Diane too long. He needed a drink. He threw on some sweat pants, a tee shirt, and walked out in the rain towards the truck stop. ****************** "You some sort of faggot?" "What?" said Steven looking up from his beer at the big, hairy truck driver. "Me? No, I'm married." "You been looking at our cocks since you got here." "No, I haven't," said Steven. True, he had glanced at the men's crotches, but he was just curious if they were as big as the driver’s in the story and the photo spread. "You're a lying cock-sucker." "Look, I don't want any trouble," said Steven standing up. "I just wanted a beer. Now I'm done and I'll be leaving." "Tell me you don't want this," said the trucker pulling his jeans tight so that the outline of a large cock appeared running down his leg. Steven just stared at it, his mouth watering at the sight of the outline growing another inch. "That’s what I thought," said the trucker slamming a meaty fist into Steven's stomach. Steven clutched his stomach and fell to his knees. "I'm outta here boys," said the trucker. "Next thing you know there'll be pink flamingos behind the bar." Steven stayed on his knees clutching his stomach. He could hear some of the other truckers chuckling as the big, hairy one left. He had never been hit so hard. Actually, he had never been hit since junior high. He stood up still clutching his stomach. "We ain't no gay pick-up bar," said the bartender pointing his thumb at the door. "Get the fuck out of here." Steven stumbled towards the door and out onto the parking lot. His stomach pained him again and Steven fell to his knees in a puddle. Something moved before him and he looked up at the crotch of the trucker that had hit him. Water dripped down the man's jeans. "My wife don't like to suck my cock. Lets see how good you are." Steven was afraid the man was about to hit him again, then he saw the man's bulge. "I'm staying at the motel over there," he said. ****************** The trucker followed Steven to his motel room. Steven's hands were shaking as he unlocked the door. "I'll be right back," he said going to the bathroom. Steven looked at himself in the mirror. He even looked gay in his wet clothes. His tee shirt hugged his chest and the water made it see-thru. He stripped off his wet clothes and stood naked before the mirror. His dick had finally turned rock hard and it still ached with his need to cum. Steven couldn't believe he was going to do this. He was a happily married man with two children and his wife was so hot and sexy, even after twenty years she turned him on. Now, his dick was as hard as it's ever been at the thought of sucking some jerk off. Steven turned and left the room, his hard dick swaying before him. The trucker looked with distaste at Steven's nude body. "I ain't the cocksucker here buddy. Just give me a blow job and I'm outta here." Steven nodded. The trucker had already removed his shirt and shoes. He had a beer belly, but it was hard and muscular, as were his arms. His chest was covered in hair. "I've never done this before." The trucker stood over by the bed. "Just come over here and take my cock out. The rest will come natural to ya." Steven couldn't remember being this turned on, even when he first saw Diane naked and this trucker wasn't even a good looking man. Steven walked over to the trucker and fell to his knees before him. Steven reached out a shaking hand and unbuttoned the man's jeans. He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Steven pulled the jeans open and down around the man's hips until the trucker was standing there in only his briefs. The bulge under them was truly impressive. Steven found he was holding his breath as he pulled the underwear down freeing the man's big cock. It didn't come close to the man in Penthouse's foot long monster, but it was two inches longer then his own and fatter. It was probably eight inches long and his balls were pretty big to match. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as it swayed before his face. Without a second thought, Steven opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head. The trucker groaned as Steven swirled his tongue around the cock head in his mouth. It tasted wonderful, even the salty pre-cum leaking from the pee-slit. It seemed alive in his mouth. It radiated heat and throbbed with each pulse of the trucker's heart. He removed it from his mouth and preceded to lick down the shaft, even licking the man's big hairy balls. Steven moved back up to the tip and pushed the head back into his mouth. He began bobbing his head, sucking more and more into his mouth until the head pushed into his throat. It was like his body instinctively knew how to suck cock. He felt like gagging at first, but he easily suppressed it and the head slipped deeper into his throat. "That's it cocksucker," moaned the trucker. "Suck that cock. You fags really know what you’re doing when it comes to cocks. No bitch has ever sucked me so good." Oddly, the truckers crudeness only caused Steven to try harder. Steven pushed until his nose buried itself in the man's pubic hair. He had swallowed it all. "That's it faggot," said the trucker grabbing the sides of Steven's mouth. He began thrusting his cock into Steven's mouth and Steven just thrust forward matching the truck driver's thrusting cock. He tightened his lips around the cock and was rewarded by a groan as the trucker started thrusting faster. All to soon, the trucker's cock grew even bigger and then it jerked in Steven's throat. Steven could feel it pumping sperm directly into his belly, but he wanted to taste the man. He jerked his head back so that the cock-head was in his mouth. Luckily, it blasted another large wad. It was the best thing he had ever tasted as his mouth filled with hot sperm. Steven knew this would not be his last taste of cock. He'd want it again and again. It was an incredible feeling to suck someone off. The trucker pushed him back so that Steven fell on his ass. "That's enough faggot. Good job. I'm going to go piss, then I'm outta here." ******************** Jake sat down to piss and grabbed the fag's copy of Penthouse Letters. He opened it up and started reading a story. The story was about some woman getting fucked up the ass and how she got hooked on anal sex. Only it turned out it wasn't a woman at all, but a man who liked to get butt fucked. The man was a bully, who was getting what he deserved, only it turned out he loved it. Jake shook his head to clear it. He turned the page and found himself staring at a huge cock poised on some boyish looking girl's ass. The next picture was a close up of the cock on the ass. You couldn't even tell it was a girl's ass. In the next picture, the head of the man's huge cock had disappeared into the girl's ass which was funny because Jake didn't think Penthouse showed penetration shots. He wasn't complaining. Jake had grabbed his clothes and planned on dressing in the bathroom. Instead, he walked back out into the motel room nude. His ass itched as he looked at the gay guy's hard cock. The man was squeezing it tightly and looked frustrated. ******************** Much to Steven's surprise, the trucker climbed onto the bed on all fours so that his big hairy ass was facing him. Steven walked up behind the man and rested his dick between the man's cheeks. The trucker seemed to shiver with anticipation. Steven's dick was as hard as it ever got. It didn't seemed plagued with it's recent bout of limpness. He pulled back so that the head was poised on the man's anus. He pushed and the trucker jerked forward. "Bring it up here," said the trucker. Steven walked around the side of the bed and the trucker took Steven's dick into his mouth. He sucked on it, slobbering all over the shaft. "Needed lubrication," he muttered, kissing the head one last time. "Now fuck my ass." The trucker seemed to have undergone a complete attitude adjustment and Steven wasn't about to let him change his mind. He returned to the man's ass, pointed his cock at the opening and pushed. "Ow! It hurt's," grunted the trucker. "This is for punching me, ass-hole," said Steven pushing his dick all the way in with one hard thrust. "ughhhh," groaned the trucker. "Fuck, I feel so full. It feels great, fuck my ass." Steven thought it felt great too. He had enjoyed his share of women before getting married, but no pussy had ever felt this hot and tight and when the trucker had briefly sucked him had felt incredible. This was the most sexually satisfying encounter of his life. The trucker yelled, "fill me with your cum," just as Steven buried his cock up the man's ass and shot his load. It was the best, most prolonged orgasm of his life. Reluctantly, Steven pulled his dick out and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, the trucker had rolled over on his back. The man's large cock had swelled again from getting his butt fucked. Steven felt the craving for more sperm and crawled up between the man's legs, taking the man's cock once more into his mouth. "Name’s Jake," said the trucker moving around to sixty-nine with Steven. It was only the beginning of a long night for the two gay men. The next morning, Jake and Steven parted ways, both wondering if their wives would ever satisfy them again. They agreed to meet once a week to gratify each other. Steven felt he'd be needing some hard cock more then once a week. He thought of sleeping with his wife and felt a little sick to his stomach. ******************* Diane was sobbing as she laid on the bed alone. It was a week after Steven returned from a business trip and he hadn't touched her since before he left. He was going out every night, returning early in the morning and she had made up the couch for him tonight. That’s where he'd be sleeping from now on. Anyway, she needed some gratification now. Diane laid naked on the bed and picked up the copy of Penthouse Letters she had found hidden in Steven's things. Part 2: In which Stephen's wife, Diane reads a "Someone's watching" story. (mf) Diane was sobbing as she laid on the bed alone. It was a week after Steven returned from a business trip and he hadn't touched her since before he had left. He was going out every night, returning early in the morning and she had made up the couch for him tonight. That's where he'd be sleeping from now on. He was acting strange, effeminate even. Anyway, she needed some gratification now. Diane rolled over on to her back and picked up the copy of Penthouse Letters she had found hidden in Steven's suitcase. Diane looked down at her fit, now forty year old body. Her figure resembled the girl on the cover of Penthouse Letters, though the girl was probably under twenty and had a pierced navel. Still, the fact that they were comparable spoke well for Diane's penchant for physical fitness even after having two children. Today was Diane's birthday and she was wearing skimpy lingerie that Steven had bought her just last Valentine's day. Diane didn't care much for showing off her body to strangers, but loved dressing sexy for her husband. The lingerie consisted of two red silk hearts that barely covered her long nipples, held together by red string and a heart shaped g-string panty. All three hearts were surrounded by red fur. Wearing the lingerie for Steven had been her last attempt at rekindling their romance. Her husband had glanced disinterestedly as he left to meet his new guy friends. He hadn't even acknowledged her birthday. Diane finally admitted to herself that Steven was acting like a queer. He had gone from manly man, making love to her three times a week without fail for twenty-two years to a homo all in one week. Their daughter was suspicious of him and thankfully their son was away at college. She had no idea what she would tell him. Anyway, Diane was horny and needed some relief. She opened up the magazine, frowning as her eye couldn't seem to focus on any of the stories. 'Great, I just turned forty and already my eyes are going,' she thought. She flipped through the pages until one suddenly came into focus. Diane read through the story quickly, her nipples hardening and her heart rate increasing as she became aroused. It was about a horny housewife who liked flashing her body to strangers. The woman in the story got off by "accidentally" revealing her body to strangers from neighbors to coworkers to construction workers. By the end of the story the woman was a complete slut fucking anyone with a cock. Diane slowly exhaled as she finished the hot story. Her pussy was soaked and she couldn't remember ever being this horny. She turned the page and found a pictorial. The pictures seemed to compliment the story. They showed a housewife changing through a window and a keyhole while a well-hung young stud played with a giant foot long cock. Diane stared at the man's cock and at the woman who strongly resembled herself. Diane's hand found it's way between her legs, slipping under the heart on her panties. Diane was out of practice, but her fingers swiftly found her clit and began stroking it. Her clit grew as she stroked it, as did her arousal. However, her orgasm seemed elusive. The water lapped at the dam, but the dam held, refusing to break. Diane whined as she finally gave up fingering herself. She was writhing on the bed from her horniness. This was all Steven's fault for neglecting her. She stood and walked over to the mirror, looking at herself. The signs of arousal were all over her body. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples were so hard they lifted up her heart shaped bra. She needed some fresh air. Diane walked over to the large picture window and peeked around the curtain. Her neighbor Ted was in his yard with his son setting up a telescope. They weren't good friends with Ted and his wife. Ted was an average looking guy, rapidly balding, though she had noticed an impressive bulge under his swimsuit once when Steven and she had invited him to a pool party. Ted's wife was plain looking, slightly chubby and rather shy. Teddy, the son, was rather average, kind of nerdy and one of the most annoying children on the block. He was several years younger then her son and growing up together he had always made a nuisance of himself. Diane's felt her heart rate increasing as she thought about the story she had just read. She couldn't believe the idea that was forming in her head. She walked over to the light switch and turned it off. Diane was shy and conservative. She didn't even wear a two piece suit to the pool. She walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open. Her neighbors were aiming the telescope at the moon, just to the right of her house. Diane put a robe on, covering her body and walked back over to the light switch, flipping it on. Diane walked over to the mirror and pretended to fluff her hair. She stepped back from the mirror, so that her body was fully silhouetted in the picture window and removed the robe. Diane turned around before the mirror, pretending to examine her figure in the sexy lingerie. She turned so that her bare ass was pointed at the window. Then she turned facing the window and bent down to examine her legs giving any observers a nice cleavage shot. Diane had to know if she was being observed. She walked over to the switch and pretended to leave the room as it was plunged into darkness. Diane ran to the window and peeked around the side. Ted had turned the telescope right on her window. His son had disappeared, Ted had probably made an excuse to send him inside for something. She could see Teddy's bedroom light on. Diane returned to the light and pretended to be returning to the room. She walked back over to the mirror and began turning around again. She was even more aroused now, knowing that Ted was definitely watching and he was alone. She hadn't planned on going any further, but she suddenly had the urge to let Ted see her tits. Her breasts put Ted's wife's to shame and he deserved to see what he was missing. Diane reached behind her and untied the bra top, letting it fall to the floor. Diane cupped her large breasts in the palms of her hands then caressed them slowly. Her nipples were hard and she tweaked them with her fingers all the while thrilled that she was giving her neighbor a thrill. Diane lifted her hair and spun around still pretending to be posing before her mirror. Diane placed her foot on her desk chair and began clipping her toenails. This put her ass facing the window and she could feel her cheeks spreading apart as she bent over. Ted could probably see the g-string between her cheeks through that telescope of his. 'Hell', she thought turning around again, he could probably see the pubic hairs sticking out under the heart panties his telescope was so powerful. He might as well see it all. Diane bent down and pulled the panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She stood back up, her nude body framed in the window as she continued to look in her mirror. Diane sat down on the chair and began brushing her curly brown hair. Inspiration struck her and she turned so that her front was facing the window. She leaned forward so that her hair fell down and she began brushing it again. Diane sat up, but didn't turn her body away from the mirror. She leaned back in the chair and slowly opened her legs. Diane couldn't help it, she needed to cum. She caressed her breasts again letting one hand slowly work it's way down her belly between her legs. One finger worked it's way between her pussy while her other fingers held her lips spread so that Ted could see her. She was sure he could see right up between her legs. She spread her lips open wider for him and her finger. He could see her large distended clit. He could see the juices glistening on her thighs. He could see her finger sliding deep inside her. He could see her pussy spasming as she began cumming. "Ohhhhh," moaned Diane as a powerful orgasm shook her body. It was one of the biggest orgasms in her life, bigger then any Steven had given her, and all because she was turned on exposing herself to her neighbor. Diane stood up and pretended to go to bed, climbing under the covers. She ran back to the window after turning out the light. Ted was zipping his pants up, the telescope still pointed at her room. He had seen it all. She glanced up and saw Teddy's outline through his curtains. He was carrying what looked like binoculars in one hand. Even now he was making a nuisance of himself, but she didn't care. Let them both watch, that had been the best orgasm of her life. She returned to bed and started masturbating again, but it wasn't the same. ******************** Several days later, Diane was feeling horny again. Her skirts had gotten shorter and she had quit wearing a bra finding it confining and liking how her nipples stood out under her blouses. Steven didn't even notice and he was still sleeping on the couch. She had bought a new skimpy bikini to replace her conservative one piece and suggested having Ted and his wife over for a pool party. She wanted Ted to see her up close in her new bikini. It was white and she knew it would be see-thru when wet. "I think they've gone away for a couple weeks," said Cindy at the breakfast table. "Ted's there alone." Diane's heart had sunk for a moment only to beat faster when she heard Ted's wife and son were away. Diane walked out to the pool after breakfast. Steven had left for work and Cindy had gone shopping. She was wearing her new bikini and was exhilarated at the sense of freedom she felt clad in so little outdoors. There was just one thing missing, people. Diane wished her development had a public pool that she could go too. Diane was just about to settle down in a cot so that she could work on tanning areas of her body that had never before felt the sun, when she heard a noise next door. The fence between her and Ted's yard was old and one large knot had rotted out. When the kids were young, they used to pass secret messages through it. Diane walked over to it, bent down to take a peek. Ted's shed door was open and the lawnmower was sitting in the yard. Diane felt a familiar tingle growing between her legs and her nipples popped out as she pictured Ted peeking at her body again. She stood and ran to the pool, jumping in it with a loud splash. She swam around trying to make as much noise as possible and she was soon rewarded by shadows moving through the cracks in the fence towards the peep hole. Diane tried to time it just right, climbing up out of the pool just as the shadow stooped by the peep hole. She climbed out, letting water cascade from her body and giving Ted a good view of her new bikini. She pretended to have water in her eye, allowing him time to ogle her while she looked down at her now see-thru swimsuit. Diane had adjusted the cot so that it was facing the peep hole. She walked over towards the cot. Once again, Diane hadn't planned on going any further, but now that she had his attention, she wanted to keep it. Diane looked around like she was making sure no one was around, then she removed her bikini top. Freeing her breasts felt so good, she quickly added her panties to her bikini top on the cement. Diane sat on the cot, spreading her legs so that Ted could look right up her pussy. Her thighs were soaked and it wasn't from the pool. Diane grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some on her breasts. She sensuously rubbed the lotion into her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers. She moaned as waves of pleasure flowed out from her breasts seeming to bunch up deep in her vagina. She had planned on rubbing the lotion all over her body, but her pussy felt like an overburdened dam again and it needed relief. Her hands worked their way down between her legs and she spread apart her lips so that she could finger her clit for Ted. The pressure grew and grew until she couldn't take it anymore. This was going to be her biggest orgasm yet, knowing that Ted was watching from just a few feet away, but then she looked up and Ted's eye was gone. "No," she cried as the pending orgasm began fading. Ted's eye had returned to the peep hole when she cried out and he withdrew it again when he saw she was staring right at him. She spoke to reassure him. "I knew you were watching me Ted, today and the other night. Did you enjoy the show?" Ted seemed to hesitate for a moment and the next thing Diane knew, he was sticking his dick through the hole. It seemed to keep coming and coming it was so big. It was simply the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Diane was off the cot in a second and soon she was kneeling down before Ted's huge dick to examine it up close. It was a beautiful hard cock at least ten inches long and so thick it barely fit through the hole. Ted's dick seemed chiseled from marble crisscrossed with blue veins and the head was a huge knob on the end. Everything about it dwarfed her husband's penis. "Did I do this?" she asked. Ted flexed his dick so that it moved up and down like it was nodding. "May I touch it?" Ted's dick nodded again. Diane reached out and grabbed the base of Ted's dick. It was a lot thicker then Steven's and felt totally strange in her hand. She caressed up the shaft, squeezing the big knobby end, watching in awe as a large drop of pre-cum oozed out. Before she knew what she was doing, Diane was leaning forward and lapping it off the tip of his dick before it hit the ground. Ted's dick jerked with excitement at her touch. "Since I caused this, I should take care of it for you," said Diane kissing the tip. "Don't expect this to go any further though. I'm a married woman." Ted's dick nodded again in reply. Diane leaned forward and ran her tongue around the head. She licked across his pee-slit and then around the crown before licking down the shaft towards the wood. She could see Ted's eye straining to see between the boards and she loved being watched as she licked his huge dick. She loved the feeling of his huge shaft sliding across her cheek as she licked down to the hole. Diane licked back up to the tip and took the head into her mouth. He moaned on the other side of the fence and it urged her on. She began bobbing her head over more and more of his shaft. Ted began bucking his hips until his cock swelled up and got wedged in the hole. He didn't last long and it disappointed her. Diane had only been sucking him off for five minutes and had just managed to swallow it all when it jerked in her throat. She could feel it pumping sperm deep into her belly and she moved her head up to taste him. While his stamina had disappointed her, the size of his load didn't. Ted's dick shot a lot more sperm then Steven did. It was hot, sweet, and she greedily sucked out every last drop. "You have a beautiful cock, Ted," she said, watching it slowly shrink downnuntil he could remove it. "This was a one time thing, but I enjoyed it." Diane sat there until Ted walked away and she heard his lawnmower start up. Then, she realized that she still hadn't cum and her horniness was worse then ever. Diane went inside to masturbate, but to no avail and she ended up even more frustrated then she had been to began with. ******************** The next day, Diane was horny and frustrated as she walked out to the pool. She was also upset. Steven had finally admitted to being gay last night and she hadn't slept until dawn from crying. One thing did brighten up her day. As she arrived beside her pool, Ted pushed his dick through the hole. She laughed. "You want some more?" It was only half hard, but Ted managed to get it to nod again. "Alright, this is the last time though." Diane kneeled before him and took his dick back in her mouth. It quickly grew to it's impressive ten inches. She untied her string bikini as she blew him. She preferred being naked as she sucked him off. Ted lasted longer this time impressing her and his load was just as large. What really amazed her was that his cock only shrank a little, reversing course and growing again as she tried to drain every last drop .of sperm from it until it was wedged in the hole again. "You're quite the stud, Ted," she said, staring at his newly revived cock. Diane decided to tease him. She brought her breasts up and squeezed his dick between them. "These are the big breasts that you stared at. Feel them touching your big hard cock. Feel how hard you've made my nipples. Ted's dick leaped with excitement as she ran her nipples along his cock. Diane stood up and grabbed his dick, running the head down her belly and through her pubic hair. "Feel my pussy hair. Did you like watching me finger myself for you? Want to feel how hot and wet my pussy is for you?" Diane grabbed the top of the fence and pulled herself up so that Ted's dick could slide between her legs. They both moaned as Ted's cock slid along her wet labia. "I wish we could go further, but I can't commit adultery." After all Ted was married, happily she presumed, and she was still married even if her husband had decided he was gay. Ted's only response was to grab her wrists with his hands and pull them upwards above the railing. It caught Diane off guard and before she knew it, she was lifted up and the head of Ted's dick had entered her pussy. "No," she cried struggling a little, but he held tightly. "It's so big and thick," she cried. "It feels so good." Diane loved it. It was the first hard cock she had in over a week and it felt a lot better then her husband’s. Ted let go as she grabbed the fence and stood on tiptoes to get more inside her. It felt great, but the angle was bad. "Ted pull out." He grabbed her hands again to stop her and she added, "No, I have a better way." He reluctantly let go. Diane turned around and bent down, grabbing her ankles. Perfect, the hole and Ted's dick were dead even with her pussy. She backed into it, crying out with pleasure as she took Ted's entire cock deep within her pussy. Diane started rocking, fucking Ted's dick until the long anticipated orgasm exploded from her pussy. "Oh god Ted, your cock feels so good in my pussy. I've never been fucked like this. You can fuck me anytime." Having her pussy so stuffed was doing things to Diane's body that she had never felt before. Dormant nerve endings that had never been touched by her husband were awakening, sending waves of pleasure up to her brain. She started cumming each time she slammed her pussy back onto Ted's cock. Ted didn't last long, but by then she didn't think she could take any more orgasms. His dick erupted in her pussy spraying semen deep into her womb. Diane didn't want it to leave her pussy, but his dick began to wither and Diane fell forward letting his dick plop out with a big sucking sound. Sperm dripped down her thighs as she turned and gave Ted's dick a kiss before he pulled it back through the hole. **************** Later that day, Diane drove home from the supermarket. She was quite pleased with herself. She had gotten the bag boy hard at the store. The poor kid looked like his eyes would bulge out from staring at her braless tits through her blouse. She pulled up at her house and started unloading the groceries. "I'll help you with that Mrs. C," said a voice beside her. Diane turned and looked into the smirking face of Teddy as he grabbed a heavy bag out of her hand. "I thought you were away, Teddy," said Diane, grabbing a bag and following him. "No, just my parents are and I prefer Ted now." The color drained from Diane's face and she almost dropped the bag she was carrying. When Cindy said Ted was alone, she met Teddy. Diane had just fucked the punk ass son of her neighbor. That explained the smirk. "I hope you don't mind," said her daughter, "but I invited Ted to dinner. He's going to be alone all week." Diane was in a daze all through dinner. It was just the three of them. Steven came home, put on a mesh shirt and left without a word. Diane swore he was wearing mascara. Teddy stared at her boobs all night, which only made her nipples harder. She couldn't believe she had fucked him. He was barely legal and acted more like a fifteen year old then an eighteen. He was a little punk kid, but she couldn't deny it was the best sex of her life. She thought of Steven wearing the mascara. Teddy was ten inches... that is ten times the man her husband was. "I hope you don't mind, but Jenn is spending the night and I have to go clean my room," said Cindy excusing herself. "My dick’s been hard since before dinner," said Teddy, grabbing and placing her hand on his cock as Cindy left the room. Diane let it linger before she jerked it away. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You said I could fuck you any time." "God! What have I done?" said Diane crying. "What do you mean? I thought you liked me." "I thought you were your father." Teddy's face turned crimson. "You fucking slut. You know what that would do to my mother. Come back to my house, I have something I want to show you." "Don't you talk to me like that Teddy Johnson," said Diane, angered by his language. "I prefer Ted now. Especially since I became a man today." Diane felt worse. Teddy meant he had loss his virginity to her today. "We need to talk," he continued, "Come next door with me." "Yes, we do need to talk. Cindy," she yelled upstairs, "I'm going over to Teddy's to get some things his mom borrowed." As Diane and Teddy left they ran into Jenn, Cindy's friend and sent her on up to Cindy's room. The two quickly hurried over to Teddy's house. "What happened today can never happen again," Diane said trying to sound motherly. "What I wanted to show you is up in my room. Come on." Diane was a little worried as she followed Teddy. His room was a mess, the bed was unmade and dirty clothes covered the floor. Binoculars were set up on a box aimed directly at her window. "Sit on the edge of the bed," he said grabbing a TV remote and pressing play. Diane immediately focused on a video of her sucking Teddy off through the peep hole. The little bastard had set a video camera under her bushes on her side of the fence. It was angled and zoomed in on the peep hole, so that it was a close up of her sucking him off and later backing her pussy into his dick. "I've never been fucked like this," she said on the TV. Diane's first reaction surprised her. She got horny. She got so wet she was practically squirming on the edge of the bed. Just the thought of hundreds of people watching her fuck and suck on a video turned her on. Her second thought was that she needed this video back. If she and Steven got divorced, she had the high ground because of his homosexuality. If this tape got out they would be on equal footing. "Teddy, I need this tape back." You know what to do then," said Teddy. Somewhere during the video, he had stripped and was standing naked beside her. His dick was hard again. Disliking him so much, Diane hadn't noticed how nicely he had filled out over the years. He had a lean, wiry build, that made his big cock look even bigger. Seeing her hesitate, Teddy added, "Come suck my cock again or a copy of this will go to Cindy, Minister Pfeiffer, your boss..." "You wouldn't." "I would, bitch. I can easily edit out my name, so no one knows it's me. Now suck my dick." Teddy stood in front of her and slapped his dick across her cheeks. Diane had little choice. She opened her mouth and took his cock head back inside it for the third time now. Teddy bent down and began unbuttoning her blouse. "I want to see them big titties of yours up close." Diane allowed him to remove her blouse. Exposing her breasts only made her feel more constrained by her skirt. She unbuttoned her skirt and worked it off while bobbing her head over Teddy's cock. He came quickly again, soon filling her mouth with several wads of sperm. She swallowed it all, loving the taste. Diane continued to suck his dick, milking it for every last drop of sperm. "Keep sucking, bitch," he said. "Squeeze your lips tighter. Teddy's cock had gone slightly limp, but her mouth was resuscitating it. His youthful stamina had it rock hard again less then three minutes after cumming. "Fuck me again and I'll give the tape to you." Teddy laid back on the bed and held his cock up towards the ceiling. Diane wanted him inside her. She wanted him staring at her riding his big cock to orgasm after orgasm. She mounted him, moaning in pleasure as she slid down his dick. Diane began slowly raising herself up and down his cock, loving every inch of it. "Tell me how much you love my cock." "God forgive me, but I do love your big cock. It makes my pussy feel so full." "I'm glad you told me you thought I was my dad." "You do? Why?" "Because now I don't feel guilty about doing this. Come on out," he yelled. The closet and bathroom doors opened and four other punk kids from the neighborhood came into the room. Diane's horror lasted less then five seconds. Then she realized four sets of eyes were staring at her nude body riding a huge cock. A squeal started deep in her throat as she started having one large continuous orgasm. One of the boys hesitatingly pulled out his cock and started stroking it. The others soon followed. Four kids were getting off watching her fuck and their eyes were sending spasms throughout her pussy. Ted lasted a lot longer this time and Diane had a huge orgasm as he filled her pussy with sperm. Just as he blew his second load, one of the kids came, his hot seed splattering on her ass. Diane rolled off Ted and over on the bed in time to catch the second boy's blast on her belly and the third across her tits. The fourth held his dick pointed at her face and she was soon rewarded as his cum covered her from forehead to chin. She wrapped her lips around his cock in time to catch his second load in her mouth. Diane ran her hands down to her belly and tits and rubbed their sperm into her skin until her body glistened with their seed. Some of the boys had been embarrassed and put their pants back on, others dicks were reversing course as they watched her show. Nude and covered with sperm, Diane stood and said, "The tape please, Ted." Ted smirked at her, gave her the video tape and nude she walked out of the room, not planning on dressing until no one could see her. "Dude, why'd you give her the tape?" said one of the kids to Teddy. "Don't sweat it," replied Ted. "I made a new one." He pointed towards two cameras he had set up pointed at the bed. "And you’re each getting a copy. She's our personal slut from now on." ******************** "Mom went next door to get something she loaned the neighbor." Cindy opened the door to her mom's bedroom followed by her girlfriend Jenn. The two were senior cheerleaders and inseparable. Cindy was wearing a half shirt and thong underwear. Jenn was wearing pajama bottoms and a bra. "I know where dad hides his porn or did before he started acting queer." Cindy opened the closet and felt sick as she saw it was all gay porn." Jenn laid a hand on her shoulder sympathetically. The two girls turned to leave when Jenn saw the Penthouse Letters sticking out under the bed. "Hey, what's that?" Cindy grabbed it and leafed through it. "It's all sex stories." "Ooo, sounds like fun," said Jenn. Part 3: In which Cindy and Jenn decide to try each other out, show the cheerleading squad some new tricks, and their coach some newer ones (Girl meets girl and crowd scenes). Cindy and Jenn hurried back to Cindy's room with the copy of Penthouse Letters they had taken from Cindy's parents room. "Lets hurry, mom might be back from Teddy's soon. She won't bother us in my room." "Lets hope she doesn't miss the magazine," said Jenn. "Don't worry. It's got to be my dad's and who knows where he is." Cindy resembled a younger version of her mother, curly brown hair, thin waist, wide hips, and an impressive set of tits. She was wearing a half shirt and thong underwear. The sexy thong drove her boyfriend crazy, though he hadn't seen any more of her yet. They hadn't gone beyond a hand job. Cindy was still a virgin, but her will power was fading rapidly. Her boyfriend was also growing impatient. Jenn was wearing pajama bottoms and a bra. She was a pretty blonde with a great figure, but a rather flat chest. She had just lost her virginity and though she hadn't really enjoyed it, she did enjoy the intimacy. Cindy was head cheerleader and dating the school’s star quarterback, Danny Simmons. Jenn dated a defensive tackle. The two best friends jumped on Cindy's bed and looked at the magazine. "I wish I had her boobs," said Jenn. The girl on the cover had large, perfectly formed breasts and a pierced navel. Cindy opened the magazine and leafed through it. She blinked as the words appeared blurry. Finally, she stopped on a page as the words cleared up and the girls started reading. The story was about two college girls who shared a room together and were best friends. Cindy and Jenn glanced at each other. They were college bound next year and hoped to be roommates. The two girls in the story had just come back from a party and were drunk. One of the girls was changing for bed when the other walked up behind her and cupped her breasts. "I wish I had your boobs," said the one. The one girl leaned over to protest, but the other mashed their lips together. The dominant girl stripped them both as they kissed and then led her friend over to her bed. The one girl kissed down the others body until... The two girls' eyes were wide as they read on. "Wow, that was some story," said Cindy noticing Jenn's nipples were hard under her bra. Her breasts were smallish, but her nipples were fat and long. "I see you liked it." "I see you liked it too." Cindy looked down and noticed her own nipples looked like little missiles under her half shirt. She was also aware of a growing itch between her legs. "Maybe there's another story," she said. Cindy turned the page and found a lesbian pictorial. The two women were lying in bed together, then they were kissing, then in the sixty-nine position, holding each others pussysnspread open for the camera. "They sure seem to be enjoying themselves," said Cindy acutely aware of Jenn's body beside her. "Uh huh," mumbled Jenn, looking at the pictures. "Would you do this with a woman?" asked Cindy. "No, but I wonder what it would be like to kiss another woman." "Lets find out then." Cindy turned slightly so that she was facing Jenn. Without hesitating, she cupped Jenn's chin and pressed her lips against her friends. Jenn seemed surprised, but didn't pull away and the two girls kissed for several minutes. "Mmm, that was nice." "Yes, it was." Jenn was breathing heavily. "Maybe we should practice kissing, you know for the boys?" "Yeah, maybe we should." Jenn and Cindy snuggled up to each other and started kissing, soon their tongues were slipping inside each others mouths. Jenn, the shy one, suddenly climbed on top of Cindy and started kissing down. It quickly went beyond just kissing. As Jenn kissed down Cindy's neck, Cindy reached around and unhooked Jenn's bra, while Jenn pushed up Cindy's half shirt and started caressing her breasts. Cindy squirmed as Jenn kissed her neck, then her chest, and finally her breasts. Cindy's nipples felt extra sensitive as Jenn gently licked around them, first sucking one hard nipple, then the other between her lips. It felt so much better then the rough manhandling she always got from Danny. Jenn didn't stop with her breasts, she kissed down Cindy's stomach, slipping her tongue in the girl's belly button while she twirled Cindy's nipples between her fingers. Jenn continued her path down Cindy's body removing one hand to pull Cindy's thong underwear down, her friend lifting her hips to aid her. Jenn and Cindy had seen each other naked, but Jenn had never seen Cindy's pussy up close before and it was beautiful, glistening wet, the labia slightly parted with anticipation. It looked delicious. Jenn extended her tongue and gently licked up Cindy's slit making Cindy buck a little. "Oh my," said Cindy starting to writhe as Jenn licked up and down. "Oh Jenn, don't stop. Oh please, it feels so good." Jenn was stabbing her tongue in and out now, curling it around Cindy's clit. Cindy moaned softly and orgasmed, but Jenn wasn't done. Jenn brought her index finger up ad inserted it in Cindy's pretty little pussy. She moved the tip of her finger in gentle circles around the inside of Cindy's pussy while gently nibbling the girl's clit. Cindy came again, her cry louder this time and again a little later. Jenn didn't want to stop, she felt like she was born to eat pussy, but her tongue was growing tired and she had a needy pussy of her own. Cindy had a dumb grin on her face as Jenn sat up and pulled her pajama bottoms down. "My turn. Lets see how good you are at eating pussy." Jenn climbed up Cindy's body and straddled her face. Cindy's tongue probing was tentative at first, but soon grew as enthusiastic as Jenn's had been. Jenn ground her pussy into Cindy's mouth until she had several orgasms of her own. Cindy's tongue sure felt better then her boyfriends prick. **************** "Good god, Jenn," said Diane sitting at the table. "What did you do to your hair?" "I had Cindy cut it." Jenn's shoulder length hair was now cut short stopping just below her ears. Cindy entered the kitchen shortly behind Jenn. "Mom, that bikini is practically obscene." "No one here but us girls to see me, honey," said Diane. "I think you look sexy." Jenn eyed Cindy's mom from head to toe. "We're going shopping," said Cindy. "Don't forget we're going to cheerleading practice tonight, tomorrows the first game." "I won't dear." Diane watched the two girls go. Minutes after Jenn's car had left the driveway. Teddy was knocking on her door and Diane let the bikini fall to the floor. ******************** "Any new cheers Cindy?" asked Chloe the coach. Chloe was also the French teacher, early thirties, very hot body, with sultry eyes. High school boys had a lot of trouble following along in her class. "I'm letting Jenn takeover," replied Cindy. "Oh, well that's fine with me. You girls practice, I'm going to go grade some papers. I'll be inside. That's a funny bumper sticker, by the way Jenn." "It's not meant to be funny Mrs. Hoover, I no longer follow a phallocentric deity." Jenn had gotten the "In Goddess We Trust" bumper sticker this afternoon. "What's with the new hair cut, Jenn?" asked one girl." "I'll explain later. I got something to show you." After practice, seven of the cheerleaders waited around for the freshman to leave. The eighteen year old seniors sat at their meeting table inside the locker room. "Well what was it you wanted to show us?" "Take it out Cindy. This should explain my new life philosophy," said Jenn. Cindy took out the copy of Penthouse Letters and sat it before the girl asking the question. Two sitting next to her crowded around and all three started reading about the lesbian roommates." "You'll find this hard to believe, but that story changed our life." "It's not that hard to believe," said one girl sifting through the lesbian pictorial. "Come on, let us see," said the remaining two girls. Bethany was a cute redhead, pale white skin, covered in freckles, with a nice sized chest that looked bigger on her short body. "This is a lesbian story!" "Keep reading," said Jenn slipping under the table. "Yuck, two women shouldn't act... wow it is kind of hot," said Bethany. She was breathing heavily as she felt hands on her knees pushing them apart. Jenn's short blonde hair was disappearing under Bethany's cheerleading skirt, her thong was being pulled aside as Jenn's tongue licked up her slit. ******************* Bethany was nude, her white body laying across the meeting table. Jenn's tongue was expertly licking along Bethany's labia occasionally slipping inside. "Oh god, you can eat my pussy forever," she moaned. Cindy gripped the walls of the shower as Melissa ran the bar of soap down her ass. Hot water cascaded over the two nude girls. "That's it Mel, now stick your tongue in my ass." Melissa complied and Cindy pushed her ass back into Melissa's probing tongue. Amy looked down at Gina's gorgeous black skin as the black girl laid down on the bench in front of the lockers. Amy straddled her friend and lowered her pussy down to Gina's waiting mouth. She moaned with ecstasy from Gina's probing tongue. Karla sat on the bench in front of her and licked around Amy's nipples until Amy turned around in the sixty-nine position and started eating Gina's pussy too, then Karla started licking Amy's ass. ****************** Half time, the senior cheerleaders ran out onto the field leaving the sophomore and freshman on the sidelines. Until now, the cheers of the girls had been subdued. They lined up and started their routine. Most of the football team's members were dating the cheerleaders and hadn't seen their girlfriends since yesterday. Many were shocked to see most of the girl's had cut their hair very short and a few sported new facial piercing. Jenn walked to the head of the group and pulled her top off. The crowd roared when they saw her bare breasts. Then the other girls followed suit. Most of the crowd was heading to the port-o-pottys or the concession for food when the noise from the crowd turned their attention on the girls. They started cheering. "We're dykes, we know it, we got hot bods and show it. We're dykes we know it. Clap your hands in the stands for womyn kind. We're dykes...." Several teachers, the principal, and the on duty policemen grabbed the girls and hauled them off the field. Cindy yelled, "If men can go bare-chested in public, why can't womyn?" ****************** Chloe finished reading the story while Cindy gathered her things. "I don't understand how this story could change your life," said the coach turning the pages. A pictorial showed the a young woman taking three penises while jerking off two more with her hands. Cindy yanked the magazine out of the coaches hands. "How can you not see the truth and beauty of love between womyn? It's so natural and beautiful." Cindy stuffed the magazine in her bag and walked outside where the policeman was waiting to escort her home. Most of the other girl's parents had witnessed the event and had left already. They hadn't been able to locate Cindy's parents. The school had convinced the police not to press charges, but all the girl's were suspended and might even be expelled. Nothing the authorities could do would keep the sisterhood apart. They even planned on taking feminist studies at the same college together. Chloe watched Cindy leave. After today, she'd be lucky if she didn't lose her job. She should probably go apologize to Coach Roberts. ****************** "Gawd damn it woman, get out of the locker-room," yelled Coach Roberts. Chloe slowly walked further into the room to where she could see the entire football team showering. The team was talking loudly about the cheerleaders and half were sporting big, beautiful hard-ons. "What the hell was that about out there anyway?" yelled the coach. "You some kind of lesbian corrupting those girls?" This was just what she was afraid of. "No, I'm married," said Chloe looking at the boys in the shower. The story she had read in the penthouse was about a young teacher getting gangbanged by her students. How that had turned her girls into lesbians, she didn't know, but it was a hot story and seeing all those hard young cocks reminded her of it. "I'm no lesbian, Coach Roberts. Let me prove it to you." "What the shit?" grunted the coach as Chloe fell to her knees and looked up at him while she pulled his sweat pants down. The coach's cock was the second she'd ever sucked after her husband's. Dan Simmons became the third. Dan was nude, still dripping from the shower. He had thrown the game when he saw his girlfriend Cindy declare herself a lesbian. Chloe was every students wet dream and when she quit sucking the coach's cock to take his in her mouth, he wasn't about to let her stop. He crammed his dick down her throat, fucking her face with his dick until one of the other team members pulled him back so that they could pull her shirt off. Soon Chloe was lowering herself over one of the black football player's cocks while Dan fed his dick back into her mouth. Coach Roberts was standing around not doing anything until Chloe growled around Dan's cock, "Fuck my ass." Chloe was cumming like crazy with three cocks stuffed inside her. She grabbed the cock of another team member gawking at her and started stroking him off. Chloe got five loads shot up her ass and eight in her pussy. She lost track of how much sperm she had swallowed. She dressed and limped over towards the exit. "If you boys don't tell anyone about this, we can do it after each game." The spent boys just nodded. ****************** The happiest day of Mike's life soon became the worst. He had left college after classes that day to tell his family he had just gotten engaged. The first shock came on his way home when he stopped at a local strip bar he used to frequent. It was amateur night and when the DJ announced someone named hot mama, Mike hadn't expected to see his mama on the stage. Diane seemed briefly shocked to see her son staring at her, but her shocked expression soon turned to one of excitement like it turned her on. Diane turned her ass to Mike and spanked it as she crawled across the stage collecting tips. Mike's second shock came as he raced home and caught his dad moving out of his house. His dad was wearing a wife beater shirt and had pierced both ears. The man helping Mike's dad moved looked even gayer. "What's going on dad?" pleaded the young man. "I've come out of the closet son. I hope you can accept who I am." Mike couldn't talk to his dad at the moment. "Where's Cindy?" "Upstairs with her friend Jenn." Mike’s memory of the rest of that day was hazy. He remembered struggling to move his legs up the stairs. He remembered opening his sister's door. He remembered seeing Jenn's face buried in his sister's pussy while she read a copy of penthouse letters. Both girls had crew cuts now and looked very butch. Mike remembered screaming at Cindy grabbing the penthouse from her hands and shaking it at her. Cindy screamed back at him while Jenn told him to get his penis out of the room. Mike came to himself halfway back to college. He had been in no shape to drive, practically hysterical, and found himself pulling into a rest stop. He needed to rest and maybe catch a few winks. He parked, wondering how his happy nuclear family could have turned completely dysfunctional in the few weeks since he'd been home. Thank god he had Allison. Mike looked down at the seat next to him and the copy of penthouse letters laying on the seat. The woman on the cover bore a strong resemblance to Allison. He picked up the magazine and flipped it open to a story. Part 4: In which Mike reads Penthouse Letters and develops a yearning to see his fiancé with a hung black man (someone's watching, black on white). The happiest day of Mike's life soon became the worst. He had left college after classes that day to tell his family he had just gotten engaged. The first shock came on his way home when he stopped at a local strip bar he used to frequent. It was amateur night and when the DJ announced someone named hot mama, Mike hadn't expected to see his mama on the stage. Diane seemed briefly shocked to see her son staring at her, but her shocked expression soon turned to one of excitement like it turned her on. Diane turned her ass to Mike and spanked it as she crawled across the stage collecting tips. Mike's second shock came as he raced home and caught his dad moving out of his house. His dad was wearing a wife beater shirt and had pierced both ears. The man helping Mike's dad moved looked even gayer. "What's going on dad?" pleaded the young man. "I've come out of the closet, son. I hope you can accept who I am." Mike couldn't talk to his dad at the moment. "Where's Cindy?" "Upstairs with her friend, Jenn." Mike’s memory of the rest of that day was hazy. He remembered struggling to move his legs up the stairs. He remembered opening his sister's door. He remembered seeing Jenn's face buried in his sister's pussy while Cindy read a copy of penthouse letters. Both girls had crew cuts now and looked very butch. Mike remembered screaming at Cindy grabbing the penthouse from her hands and shaking it at her. Cindy screamed back at him while Jenn told him to get his penis out of the room. Mike came to himself halfway back to college. He had been in no shape to drive, practically hysterical, and found himself pulling into a rest stop. He needed to rest and maybe catch a few winks. He parked, wondering how his happy nuclear family could have turned completely dysfunctional in the few weeks since he'd been home. Thank god he had Allison. Mike looked down at the seat next to him and the copy of penthouse letters laying on the seat. The woman on the cover bore a strong resemblance to Allison. He picked up the magazine a flipped it open to a story. **************** Oddly, Mike thought more of the story he had just read then of his family crises. The story had been simple. A husband went home early and caught his wife fucking his best friend. The husband's shock and anger had turned to lust as he watched his wife in the other man's arms. Mike liked the thought of watching two people have sex. He pulled over a the next rest stop and hastily grabbed the magazine looking for another "someone's watching" story. The story he read was about a man who had borrowed money from a giant black man and had given his fiancé to the black man as collateral. The black man was a former pro football player turned bookie. He stripped revealing a huge foot long cock. The kind that only exist in sex stories. The reluctant woman was soon completely seduced by the black man's sexual prowess. It ended with the woman a slut wife and the husband only capable of getting an erection when watching his wife with black men. Mike turned the page and gasped, "Holy shit." The pictorial was an interracial scene. The white woman looked a lot like his fiancé, Allison and the black man resembled his roommate Jerome. Mike had thought the big cock thing only existed in stories, but the black man in the pictorial was huge. Mike looked at the scene with the woman lovingly slurping on the black man's cock. Behind her, a white man's face was watching from the closet. Cum splattered across the page obscuring the picture. Mike looked down in surprise. He couldn't remember at what point he had pulled his dick out and started jerking off. Next, he fearfully glanced outside his car windows to make sure he hadn't been observed. Luckily, it was quite dark now and no one was parked near him. "Oh well, guess I ruined the magazine," he muttered as he grabbed a spare napkin and wiped up his sperm. The glossy page wiped perfectly clear without leaving a stain or even a wet mark. 'Good as new,' he thought tucking the magazine under the seat. Mike wiped himself off and left his car to use the restroom. The restroom was empty. He stared at his penis as he peed. Allison would probably love to try a penis bigger then this one. A big black cock would be just what she needed. Jerome was so muscular, he probably fit the bill. Mike pictured his fiancé in JT's muscular black arms and his penis actually began stirring again. Unfortunately, Allison was a huge bigot and this would never happen. Mike pictured Allison and Jerome together in various positions the whole drive home. Surely, Allison wouldn't turn down the offer of a big black cock and JT as a black man would jump at a chance to get some white pussy. Strange, but Allison loved sex with him and never expressed a desire to sleep with other men. She was also quite conservative and very racist. She barely talked to Jerome and couldn't seem to wait until the black man joined a frat and moved out. Jerome Tiberius Washington was considered a shoe in to join the NFL when he graduated. He was an avowed Christian and as far as Mike knew, had never slept with or expressed interest in a white woman. He had a gorgeous black girlfriend and judging by the adoring gaze the big black man always turned on her, Mike saw them married in a few years. JT had even been reluctant to have sex before marriage, but had broken down after repeated attempts by his girlfriend. He didn't have sex with her until they had expressed their love to each other. Mike decided Allison and JT would need to have their eyes opened a bit before they got together. The magazine might help him convince them. He called Allison to meet him back at his dorm when he arrived. **************** Allison's head was buried in a bridal magazine when Mike entered his dorm. "Hi Ali," he said bending down to kiss her. "Hey honey," she replied. "What do you think of this dress?" "Nice." The dress was a beautiful, low cut, strapless wedding gown that hung down over the shoulders. "Where's JT?" "Out with Lola, I guess. You think I'd be here if big black Sambo was here?" "Be nice. JT just might be the best man at our wedding." "I was hoping the wedding party might match my dress and be all white. Anyway, how's the family? When do I get to meet them?" "They were fine." "So what's the urgent news?" "I want to try something that's going to greatly improve our sex life." "I'll kiss and lick it, but it's not going in my mouth and my butt is off limits." Allison rolled her eyes. "No not with me, silly," said Mike wide-eyed just picturing it in his head. "With JT." "Excuse me!" "I want to watch you have sex with JT." "Just what the hell are you talking about?" Allison was standing now, her face red with anger. "Don't be mad. I'm doing this for you and for me. I'm sure he's got a big black cock and knows how to use it. Think of the orgasms you'll have." "That's it, I'm leaving. Bring this up again and I'll call the wedding off." "Come on, honey. Read this magazine and you'll understand what I'm talking about." Mike looked around for the copy of Penthouse Letters. "I must have left it in my car." "This joke isn't the least bit funny, Michael. I'm outta here. Don't call me, I'll call you." Allison stormed out the door. Mike got up and walked back down to his car to retrieve the magazine. Why was it so hard for Allison to understand? Fucking other men would be good for their relationship. She didn't have to like black men, just their cocks. Mike laid down on his bed and read some more stories. Mike had just finished cleaning the sperm off his belly when JT came home. "S'up, buddy," said The black man. "What's wrong? You look upset." "Had a fight with Allison." "Want me to pray with you?" "No thanks." "Want me to pray for you?" JT pointed his finger with distaste at the Penthouse Letters lying on the covers. "No thanks, but that's what got me in trouble." "I don't blame Allison. Pornography is destroying this country. She's right... for the most part." The last was added because JT knew Allison wasn't fond of minorities. He also knew her racism stemmed from a carjacking incident when she was seventeen where the black thug smacked her around before stealing her car. JT understood and forgave her because it was the Christian thing to do. He always went out of his way to be nice and polite to her. JT went over and sat down on his bed. He was such a big man, he filled most of the dorm room. "You ever want to have sex with a white woman?" "What the hell kind of question is that?" Hell, was the extent of JT's use of foul language. "Just curious." "Well, no, not really. I mean, not because she's white. I've known some brothers who consider white women as prize conquests, but I don't associate with that type. Now I have to admit feeling lust in my heart for a few white women simply because they're beautiful, never because of race. There's a couple cheerleaders on the team that come to mind. Of course, I'm dating the most beautiful woman in the world and rarely think about other women anymore." "What about Allison? Have you ever lusted after her?" Jerome froze and if his face could of turned red, it would have. "I don't think it's appropriate of me to comment. But, that day is sure frozen in my mind." ‘That day’ was one night two months earlier, JT had unexpectedly returned from his girlfriend's and caught Allison stripping for Mike. Allison had very pale skin and was wearing a black set of underwear which stood out against her skin. The panty had been a thong so JT got an eye full of Allison's perfect ass. One bra strap had been hanging over her shoulder and if he'd been thirty seconds later, he would have gotten a view of her breasts. Allison's resulting scream of horror had awakened the dorm and nearly gotten Mike in trouble. "She did look good that night." "You're a lucky man. Hey, we're both lucky men. Don't worry, she loves you and I'm sure she'll forgive you." "Hey, I didn't say it was my fault." "It wasn't?" asked JT sarcastically. "Yeah, I guess it was. I told her I wanted to watch you fuck her." If Jerome had been drinking, he would of done a spit take. "Jesus Mike, why would you even suggest something so disgusting?" "Cause it's true. I can't help it JT, I want to watch you shove that big black cock into all her holes." "What the hell is wrong with you?" JT's lip was curled up like he'd just tasted something sour. Mike wasn't the man, JT thought he was. If this wasn't a bad joke, JT couldn't in good conscience be Mike's best man anymore. "It's this magazine." Mike picked up the magazine and flipped it open to the black man story. He handed it over to JT. Jerome's fingers closed on the magazine and he snatched it from Mike's grasp. He continued to look disgusted as he read a story titled, "Slut for black cock". "This is stupid, Mike. Nobody has a penis that big. I've spent four years showering with entire football teams and I can assure you most men are about the same regardless of race." "Just read it," said Mike not believing Jerome. His friend was just humble. JT read a story about a janitor coincidently named Jerome. The story was thoroughly vile and stupid. Jerome was obsessed with knocking up white women. The story never explained how this janitor got his hands on fertility pills, but he slipped them into his white married boss's vitamin C bottle. He then proceeded to seduce her. One glance at his huge foot long cock was seemingly all he needed to break her resistance. "Vile pornography," said JT after reading it and he was very embarrassed to realize he had an erection. Jerome grabbed a Sports Illustrated and used it to cover the Penthouse Letters. "I got to use the bathroom. I'll be back." The dorms shared showers and restrooms. Jerome found himself limping a little as he walked to the bathroom and entered one of the stalls. His erection was uncomfortable, so he pulled it out of his pants. He'd never seen his penis look as big as it did at that moment. He swore it was pushing seven inches and he swelled with foolish pride. JT opened the magazine to another story. This story was about black men named Tyrone (stupid white authors had to give their characters black sounding names) and Solomon who seduced teen beauty queens into the interracial porn industry. Jerome found the story brilliant. The white girls got hooked on big black cocks. Jerome turned the page. "Jesus!" he said upon seeing the pictorial. The black man had a cock that put Jerome's to shame. No wonder, Mike thought black men were hung after seeing this guy and reading these stories. It was the woman in the pictures that had JT jerking off. The woman had a killer body and resembled Allison a lot. The image of Allison in her bra and panties was burned in JT's mind forever. Allison was thin, but curvy. Her hips were well-rounded, tapering off just under her ribs. Her chest expanded out again into a very impressive bosom giving her a perfect hourglass figure. She had brown eyes and long brown hair. She had curled her hair the night, Jerome had caught her in her underwear. The woman in the pictorial could have been Allison's sister except she didn't have Allison's pale skin. Her skin had a reddish tint to it as if she'd been sunburned. "Take that, bitch," murmured JT as he shot his sperm on the picture of the nude woman's sperm covered face. His nine inch cock seemed to keep spurting his cum. "Oh shit," said JT putting his cock away. He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped up his semen. He'd always tried to resist masturbation, but broke down from time to time. Anyway he'd never seen himself cum so much. Luckily, it wiped free of the magazine without leaving a mark and the Penthouse Letters looked as good as new. Mike looked up when Jerome returned to their room. The black man tossed the magazine on Mike's bed. "So do you understand why I asked her?" "Yeah, I understand. The stories kind of stick in your head don't they?" "They sure do. You alright there, buddy?" Mike had just caught JT adjusting his crotch for the second time since returning to their dorm. "Yeah, I'm fine. My cock and balls are just really sore. I need to get some sleep, but if you want my advice, tell Allison it was a joke. Let her read one of the stories to show her what made you think of the joke. Goodnight." "Goodnight." ************* JT's alarm went off and the black man climbed out of bed. Mike always slept in a little as his first class was later in the day. As JT got up, Mike's blurry eyes zoomed in on the nude black man's crotch. "I gotta see Allison with that monster." Jerome grinned. "Whenever she's ready to fuck a real man, let me know." Every morning for as long as Jerome could remember, he'd woken up with his foot long cock hard as a diving board. "Damn, it takes forever for this thing to go down. You wanna jerk it off." "Hell no, not me." Mike shrank down into his bed as if the big black cock was going to come get him. "Well fuck this, I can't wait any longer." Still nude, Jerome grabbed his shampoo and threw a towel over his shoulder. He left the room to go take a shower. The hall was for the most part deserted. One white guy did a double take when Jerome passed him. Jerome watched a chubby blonde back out of a dorm room. She kissed a guy in the doorway. He winked at her and shut the door. The blonde was grinning from ear to ear as she turned to face Jerome. "Holy shit!" She stared down at the foot long black cock rapidly approaching her. "Hey there, baby. I'm JT." Jerome held out his hand. The blonde never took her eyes off his cock, but brought her hand up to shake Jerome's. Instead of shaking it, Jerome grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand onto his cock. Her white hand immediately closed around his thick shaft. "I need some help getting this thing to fit in my pants, if you know what I'm saying." The blonde nodded as she stroked her hand up the large black shaft. JT led her into the dorm shower and closed the door behind him. He locked it and the blonde was already on her knees when he turned around. **************** Mike sat in his car as Allison walked out of her classroom hall. He picked up his cell and dialed her number. He watched Allison pause and retrieve her phone. She looked at the caller id and put the phone away without answering. Mike waited till she was on the sidewalk, then drove his car up beside his fiancé. He lowered the window. "Allison, wait." "I'm still not talking to you," she hurried up. Mike sped up to follow her. "Babe, I'm sorry. It was a joke." Allison stopped and spun to face the car window. "A joke! A Joke! Well, I'm not laughing. It wasn't funny and I'm not laughing. Do you see me laughing? You want me to sleep with a jigaboo? How is that funny? Huh, tell me. How is that funny, asshole, cause I ain't laughing?" "It wasn't funny. It was stupid. Please, just get in the car." Allison sighed. She reached out and opened the door. She slid in beside Mike. "It wasn't funny and you're still an asshole. Whatever gave you that idea?"" "Reach under your seat." Mike pulled the car out into traffic. Allison did as she was told. Her hands closed on a magazine. "You read this filth?" she asked pulling out the penthouse letters. "Actually, I confiscated that from my sister. Read the story on page 35. That's what gave me the stupid idea." Allison flipped open the magazine. Her temple throbbed as her eyes tried to focus on the page. The blurry words suddenly came into focus and she started reading. "Filth," she muttered out loud when she read about a black man trying to sleep with a white woman. "Miscegenation should have remained illegal." She read on. "I can also tell you that genetically the races only differ far less then one percent. Black men don't have huge cocks." Allison read on. "They certainly don't ejaculate gallons of semen and they're no more fertile then white men." Allison read on. "You alright honey? You're squirming." "Ah... I'm fine. God, I hate blacks. No wonder there's so much miscegenation these days when magazines are filled with crap like this. It's bullshit, Mike, but I bet a cock that big would feel good. I still don't understand what's so funny about a big black cock giving this woman orgasm after orgasm." Allison finished the story and read the next one. The black stud in the second story could have been a mirror of the one in the first; foot long cock, bad English, etc. This stud was a bit of a jerk. He snipped off the tip of a rubber before putting it on. The stud in the third story she read lied about having a vasectomy when the white wife begged him to pull it out. The women in all the stories ended up with bellies swollen from "potent black baby making seed". Allison turned the page and had a small orgasm. She was staring at a picture of an erect black cock with white lips poised to kiss the tip. More pictures showed a blow job. The big cock head entering her shaved white pussy. The last picture revealed that the woman was pregnant. The black cock had hosed sperm all over her swollen belly. Allison felt flushed as she closed the magazine. The car drove past some black youths. Allison took her eyes off their ugly African features and looked at their crotches. She couldn't detect whether or not they had large bulges and felt guilty for looking. She knew for a fact that there was no difference between the races in penis size. Unless, white men were trying to cover up the truth about superior black cock? That made sense. Nor, could she blame them. If black cock was that good, she'd consider trying it herself. No way was she going to get pregnant with some jungle bunny's baby though. Any black cock she'd try would need to be wearing a condom or two. 'She couldn't get pregnant,' she thought, rubbing her belly. Allison smiled imagining her belly was swollen with a child. "Hungry?" "What Mike?" "You hungry? You're sitting there rubbing your belly." "Actually I am. Let's go eat." Mike turned his car towards the diner most of the college crowd ate at and the young couple had a quiet dinner. A shocking thing occurred as Mike was finishing off his plate. Allison's hand appeared on his thigh and slid up to squeeze his penis. "You horny?" he asked quietly. Allison was almost never the initiator of sex. Her response was to squeeze his dick again. Mike felt it stiffen an inch. "What's up?" "It was those stories in the magazine. I've never read anything like that before, Mike." "Wanna go back to your place?" "Yours is closer," she said squeezing his dick again. She released it as the waitress approached with the bill. "JT has a night class, but he might catch us." "Lets go. I don't want to wait." Mike raced back to his dorm, Allison sitting beside him with her hand on his thigh. Mike led her quickly to his dorm room. He unlocked the door and was disappointed to see JT's wasn't present. Oddly, the black man's bed was a mess. Usually, JT was a lot more disciplined, making his bed every morning before kneeling beside it to say a brief prayer. "Good," said Allison, "it looks like we'll have time." Time was what she'd have plenty of by the time Mike the minute man pulled his little white prick out of her. She was already undressing as was Mike. Allison pictured JT sitting on his bed nude jerking off as he watched her and Mike fuck. That would have given her a chance to see big black cock without Jerome putting his filthy black hands on her. Mike laid down on his back on the bed and pulled Allison on top of him. She glanced back at JT's bed. This time her fantasy man was Mike. His hand was a blur on his crotch as he jerked off watching her. Big black hands engulfed her tits as she lowered herself over big black cock and found out what a real man could do. Of course Allison had no idea what a real man's cock could do. At the moment she didn't even know what a wimp's dick could do. Mike's dick wasn't getting completely erect. It was soaked in her juices, slippery as an eel. Desperate to get fucked, Allison sat up and reached down trying to squeeze it hard enough to enter her. She was in that position when JT opened the door. "Gawd damn Ali, thems some nice white titties.!" "Oh shit!" exclaimed Allison covering her breasts with her arms. Mike's little penis also took that opportunity to harden a bit and Allison moaned with frustration. JT looked Allison over like a piece of meat. Her breasts were large and a good amount of pale breast flesh was visible around her arms. She couldn't cover her nice firm ass and he let his gaze run down the crack between her cheeks. "Looks like you two ain't fighting anymore," laughed JT. "Jesus Michael, you told him?" groaned Allison. She couldn't take her eyes off Jerome. He was only wearing sweat pants and obviously hadn't been away for the evening. His muscular physique represented the perfect male specimen except for his black skin. "Told me, bitch?" JT laughed. "He asked me to fuck you. I unnerstand you don't wants to fuck a real man and let the wimp there watch." JT slowly started untying the strings on his sweat pants. "How 'bout I watch you two fuck?" "Yeah... sure," said Allison watching the root of a very thick black cock appearing as Jerome worked the sweats down. "But Mike here is having trouble getting his little dick hard." "I don't never have that kinda trouble." "I can see that." Allison found herself gazing at an erect perfectly formed foot long black cock. "You wana try sucking on this monster?" "Yeah sure... no wait." Allison wanted it more then anything, but she couldn't get past his skin color. It was a big beautiful pussy pleaser, but being black it had to be dirty and smelly. "I'll suck it, but you have to go take a shower first." "Fuck that, bitch. You suck it now or I will go find someone who will." JT leaned down to pull his sweats back up. "No!" Allison quickly grabbed the thick shaft. "Don't put it away. I've read about cocks like yours." She stroked the thick shaft. "I'll suck it, but hang on a second." Allison quit straddling Mike. "Will you get that thing away from me?" Jerome laughed. "I thought you said he was having trouble getting hard. It looks hard to me, small, but hard. Go take my bed tonight, Mike." Mike cupped his hands over his crotch and limped naked over to Jerome's bed. He sat in a wet spot and crinkled his nose in disgust. JT's bed stunk of semen and was covered in wet spots. His disgust turned to lust as his attention focused on Allison sitting on the edge of his bed and JT bringing his huge knobby cock head up to her mouth. Allison felt sick to her stomach. JT's cock did stink. It smelled of sweat, semen, and pussy. Her distaste disappeared as her tongue swirled around the head. All it needed was a good cleaning. She proceeded to lick every inch of Jerome's cock. It was the epitome of a fantasy black cock. The shaft was as thick as her wrist. The length a perfect twelve inches. It was perfectly straight and had never softened a bit since she had seen it. Allison licked back up to the head. She opened her mouth and took the head inside. She glanced sideways over at Mike and saw he was hunched over jerking off on the other bed watching her intently. An immense feeling of satisfaction filled her at that moment. Allison put her concentration fully in to sucking JT's cock. She knew the drill. It was her duty to swallow his first load. After that, he'd be ready to fuck her pussy. He wouldn't eat her pussy simply because he didn't need to. Afterwards, he'd take her anal cherry. The thought of having this monster shoved up her ass frightened her, but she knew she'd love it in the end. Just like she knew she'd love the taste of his semen. Allison sucked another few inches into her mouth until the shaft began penetrating her throat. "You're going too slow, slut," said Jerome. He grabbed the top of Allison's head and the base of his cock with his other hand. He started feeding his cock down Allison's throat. Allison winced and tears welled up in her eyes as she fought to suppress her gag reflex. The fat, plum-sized cock head slid past her tonsils, deeper and deeper into her throat. The head started moving back up nearly returning to her mouth, but JT reversed course and thrust it deeper again. JT quit bucking his hips and started pulling her head forwards and back. His hand hurt the hair on her head and Allison started anticipating the hand movements enough that he released her head. Now, Allison grabbed the black man's hips and started pulling his cock deeper into her throat. She bobbed her head rapidly eager to find out if his sperm would be as good as she had read. It was better! His first wad blew when his cock was deep in her throat missing her taste buds. Allison pulled back and his cock head entered her mouth just as he squirted the second wad. Her mouth filled with the hot, delicious, protein rich nectar. Allison had never tasted anything so good. She purred contentedly as more sperm filled her mouth as quickly as she could swallow. Her hands had grabbed the shaft and were yanking it forwards trying to milk as much sperm out of it as she could get. She found herself hoping this would become a steady part of her diet from now on. JT stepped back and his cock plopped out of her mouth. It now angled downwards, still thick and glistening with her saliva. "Time to fuck. Turn around and get on all fours." Eagerly, Allison flipped over and got on all fours like a dog. She felt Jerome's hand on her hips and his cock head sliding up her thighs. "Wait! You need to put a condom on." "Fuck that. You should be on the pill, bitch." Jerome lined his cock head up with her pussy and slid it around her soaking wet slit. Her entire pussy looked engorged and ready to get fucked. "No, I can't get pregnant." Allison's hand came up between her legs and blocked her pussy just as JT was about to stick it in. "Mike, grab a rubber out of my wallet. It's there on the desk." The white boy was eager to see his fiancé fucked with a black cock and fumbled with JT's wallet until he pulled out a lone condom. JT caught it as Mike tossed it to him. JT ripped the package open, then paused. "No! You want to see your girlfriend fucked by a real man, you come put it on." Mike nodded. Allison looked at him as he slid of the bed and fell to his knees behind her. "Hurry up," she said when Mike was out of sight. "I need to get fucked bad." Mike stared at JT's cock as he opened the package and removed the condom. He unrolled it surprised that it wasn't even half as long as JT's shaft. JT was surprised too because it was the last condom in a pack he'd been using to screw whoever the black chick he'd been fucking was. He thought they had all fit fine. "Stretch it out," ordered the black man. "It'll fit." Mike grabbed the base of JT's black cock and brought the condom up to the head. The condom did stretch over the head, much to Mike's amazement. It rolled down to maybe halfway down JT's shaft. JT's precum was already filling the receptacle. The rubber dissolved as the fluid touched it. Mike yanked his head back as the condom broke and contracted down towards the base. JT's cock head was completely free of the rubber. Mike was aware of JT staring down at him waiting for him to make a choice. Mike grabbed the base of the condom and pulled it all the way down JT's shaft. "God, hurry up Mike," moaned Allison. "Isn't it on yet?" "It's on, honey." Mike grabbed JT's cock and aimed it back over at his fiancé’s pussy. This was the moment he had been waiting for his whole life. Allison held her breath as she felt the contact on her pussy. She was so wet, fluid was dripping down her engorged clit. It coated the tip of JT's cock and the head easily slid inside her. Allison felt herself stretching open wider then she'd ever been, then the head was in and pushing deeper. Jerome pumped his hips a couple times and soon he'd buried nearly eight inches in her. Allison moaned lustfully. "Come on you dirty jigaboo, fuck me. I want it all." Jerome grunted. He pulled back until his cock head nearly pulled free, then slammed forward. His cock tore through any resistance and buried all twelve inches in Allison's pussy. "That what you want, slut?" Allison was speechless for a moment. Mike had a tall mirror mounted on the wall over his bed. She was staring at her face in the mirror. She looked strained, pale, and beads of sweat had formed on her brow. Dried sperm flakes covered the sides of her mouth and lower lip. Underneath her face, her large breasts swayed like udders. Above her face, Allison could make out her firm, up thrust ass with large black hands grasping each cheek. She couldn't see Jerome's face, but his black muscular chest filled the mirror. Allison took in the full picture in the mirror and an orgasm exploded through her body. JT waited for her to calm down before he started fucking her. He started slow, removing just an inch or two with each thrust. Soon he was fucking her with half his shaft and not long after that, he was fucking her with the full length of his cock. Allison's thighs started turning red as JT's large testicles smacked into them. "Yes, god yes. It's so big," said a high pitched voice. It wasn't Allison, it was Mike. He was still kneeling on the floor watching the thick monster sliding in and out of his fiancé’s pussy. "Fuck her with that big black cock," he said pumping away at his little dick. "Yes, fuck me. Never stop fucking me. I love big black cock." Allison then clamped her lips down on the bedspread to keep from screaming in orgasm. The orgasms started coming too fast for her to talk. She was nearly comatose from them. If anything, the real thing was better then the magazine had made it out to be. The worst one came when JT's cock paused at her cervix and hosed her womb with semen. She didn't even have time to worry about getting pregnant. The resulting orgasm completely drained her strength. She collapsed in a heap on the bed with JT's cock still pumping sperm into her pussy. When she recovered, JT was withdrawing his cock and her pussy was completely full of semen. "Sorry slut, rubber most have popped," said JT. He looked down to wink at Mike and found the white man's head dangerously close to the tip of his cock. "What do you think you're doing?" Mike had read in the Penthouse Letters what was required of him. "I need to eat your cum out of her pussy so she doesn't get pregnant," he said matter-of-factly, like it was completely normal. "No, leave it in. You can lick up whatever spills out." Mike nodded and started licking Allison's thighs. He had plenty of work to do. The sperm pouring out of Allison rivaled all the orgasms Mike had ever cum in his life and he was a compulsive masturbator. "Gawd dammit! I'm fucking amazing," said JT. The white couple turned to look at him. The black man pointed both index fingers down at his cock which was hard again. "Time to get your ass plugged, bitch." Allison needed it in her ass to feel whole, but she said, "No," and jerked her body forward when she felt JT's cock head press against her anus. "What?" asked Jerome surprised. "Yes, honey, you're supposed to take it in your ass." Mike knew the drill. Black cock had to be in all three holes for Allison to become a black cock loving slut. "I will," she said, spinning around, "but first I need to feel this thing cum in my pussy again." Allison showed some aggression. She grabbed Jerome's cock and pulled him onto the bed. He laid on his back and held his cock up as she kneeled over it. Allison moaned as she lowered herself over his cock. "God, your jungle bunny cock feels good." "What the fuck did you say, bitch?" JT reached up and pinched her hard nipples to punish her. "Fucking racist. I'm gonna knock you up with a black baby." "Umm, yes, give me a black baby." As soon as Allison completed her sentence she started cumming. “I want your black baby.” Mike got his third erection of the night, but his little cock didn't make him feel "fucking amazing" like it did Jerome. He jerked off again watching Allison grind her crotch into JT's. Jerome was leaning up sucking on Allison's big tits and bucking his hips. He was fucking her hard and Mike watched them go at it for a good fifteen minutes. Mike had already cum and his sperm had dried on his hand by the time JT came. Allison looked like she was in heaven as her pussy filled with black cum again. Not long afterwards, Mike had to apologize to his RA because of Allison's screaming. Allison had to pull JT's cock out of her ass long enough to verify that her cries were from consensual sex. When the RA left, Allison went back down on all fours. Jerome started pushing his cock in her ass again, but this time she bit down on his wallet to keep from screaming. Mike failed to get a fourth erection, but intently watched his fiancé lose her anal virginity. Afterwards, JT and Allison slept in Jerome's bed and forced Mike to sleep in the multiple wet spots on his bed. **************** Allison was visibly seven months pregnant when she married Mike. The baby was Jerome's as she had made it clear Mike would never fuck her again and Mike hadn't tried. Jerome had fucked Allison the night before the wedding. The night of the wedding he was fucking her bridesmaid. Allison's family was religious and uptight. They liked Mike, but were horrified to see his family. Mike's father wore a pink tuxedo and bawled like a woman. He fell into the hairy arms of his male lover as his son got married. Mike's mother wore a dress that barely covered her twat and one of her pierced nipples popped out of her dress at the reception. The mother of the groom shrugged and proceeded to strip naked until hauled off by some of Mike's college friends (they didn't return for an hour). Mike's sister refused to attend a phallocentric slavery ritual, but she attended the bridal shower where she hit on Allison's sister. "And I thought having a black man as best man was bad," whispered Allison's father when he met Mike's family. He was disgusted with the wedding and even more disgusted when the baby was born. Allison never found a black man as hung as Jerome, but every black cock no matter how big always made her cum. She had five children by black men until she got her tubes tied. Oddly, she remained a racist, openly sneering at interracial couples. Nor was she a good mother to her black children referring to them as "screaming black bastards" or "her pack of black jigaboos." Mike never had sex with a woman again after watching JT have sex with Allison. Sex to Mike was masturbating watching his wife with her black lovers and eating cream pies in hopes she wouldn’t get pregnant yet again. Unlike his wife, he was a good father to "his" children. Jerome was fired after his first year in the NFL. The paternity suits had become an embarrassment. He lost a three million dollar contract to spend his days working in a Foot Locker as a mini celebrity shoe salesmen. The mall was filled with female teen employees and women shoppers, so JT's carnal needs were satisfied. He was the hero of many a horny teen male who worked around him. They nicknamed him "30 Days," which referred to the maximum length of his relationships. He would seduce a woman and fuck her thirty days straight before dumping her. Most became pregnant. While still in college, Jerome had kept the Penthouse Letters while he set his sights on seducing all the white cheerleaders. One night he was just about to reveal his cock to his third cheerleader, when the doorbell rang. The big black man opened the door to see a pizza deliveryman. "I didn't order no fucking pizza," he growled. "Jerome T Washington?" asked the man and when JT nodded, the man continued, "Consider yourself served." The man slapped the first of what would be many paternity suits on JT. "Keep the pizza." Jerome was pissed, but his cock was hard. He fucked the cheerleader and didn't let himself get angry until she was passed out with dried cum on her lips, between her thighs, and around her anus. "This is all your fucking fault," he said to the Penthouse Letters. He shook it and tried to rip the magazine in half. Despite his strength, he couldn't even rip a page out. He angrily tossed it out of a window where it fell into an alley. It was gone the next day. The present whereabouts of the cursed magazine are unknown. It might even be in your collection. THE END Author’s Note: In case you missed it, I make several references to other stories in the first chapter. Bob mention selling “Needful Things”, the title of a Stephen King book. The date is Friday the 13th, which refers to the series and not the movies. The series revolved around a cursed antique store. I had planned and may still write some other PLFH stories not connected with this one. I like the occasional mind control story and the cursed magazine is a good plot device. I like this story because the final chapter hints at how little I take myself seriously.