I Do! -- by lightswitch © November 2007 [M/F, (F/F, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, black female, white female, white male, domination, rape (female forcibly takes male/female), forced marriage] =========== Synopsis: A beautiful black Amazon shows up at Ben’s door, announcing she’s there to fuck him … and then marry him. She’s accompanied by her sister, who has her own plans for Ben’s live-in fiancée. =========== Ben was up to his ears in pussy. And he was loving it. He lapped lovingly at the auburn-crested cunt before him, marveling how exotic it seemed when compared to the pussies of brunettes or blondes. He loved orally servicing women. Although, now that he was engaged, this pleasure would be limited to this woman: His fiancée, the lovely red-headed Karen. He was lovingly licking her clit when he got … “the Tap.” Two fingers, tapping his shoulder. Ben’s heart sank. Not “the Tap” – that dreaded signal that you just weren’t “doing it” for her and she’d prefer you stop! Hadn’t he been performing adequately? Was his technique off? He was certain he knew his way around “down there!” So what was the problem. “Sorry,” Karen said, as he regretfully raised his head. “It’s just not happening for me, tonight.” She gave him a smile. “It’s not you,” she reassured him, “it’s me.” Ben regarded his fiancée, as she rolled over to go to sleep. “It’s always ‘you,’ though,” he thought. “Nothing I do seems to really arouse you. It’s as if you just ‘put up’ with my overtures so you won’t hurt my feelings.” Was she a lesbian, he wondered? “Or maybe my technique really *does* suck,” he thought, bitterly. She hadn’t pulled up the sheets, so she lay there, nude, with her back to him. Karen was beautiful, by any measure. A gorgeous face; perfect, pale, alabaster skin; long copper-red hair; a great figure … Why then did he find himself periodically questioning his decision to accept her proposal of marriage, two months ago? Ben sighed heavily. He knew the answer, he just didn’t want to admit it: Karen was a “cold fish.” She had never seemed to really enjoy sex or intimacy much; and that had become even more pronounced after their engagement. He had hoped that after she’d moved in, things would change. But … no such luck. If anything, they were having even *less* sex than before. Ben had always been popular with the ladies, but for some reason, he had just not been able to warm up his beautiful red-headed fiancée … or bring her to climax. She rarely allowed him to perform oral sex on her, and would never think of performing it on him. The few times he’d been able to entice her into intercourse, she’d laid there like a log until either he achieved his own grudging release or got dejected and rolled off. It was now 9 p.m. He had slyly suggested they go to bed early, tonight, and had been thrilled when she’d agreed. And when she finally agreed to let him go down on her tonight, he thought things might be different, this time. He’d been wrong. His balls ached with need – it had been almost two months since they’d had intercourse and almost a week since he’d “taken matters into his own hands.” If he didn’t have release soon, he’d burst! Sighing in resignation, he slid a well-thumbed magazine from his underwear drawer and trudged towards the bathroom. “Looks like it’s time for another solo session,” he muttered. Strangely, he found he was OK with this. At least he would achieve a satisfactory release. The chime of the doorbell startled him. “Not now!” he groaned, trying to hide his now-painful erection by cinching the belt on his robe. “Who the hell is at our door at this time of night?!?” He jogged towards the front door. “If Karen wakes up,” he thought, “I may end up getting forced to have sex with her, after all, and won’t get a chance to jerk off.” He stopped, realizing what he was thinking. “I’d rather masturbate than have sex with my fiancée?!?” he asked himself. “Are relations with her really so unsatisfying that it’s come to this?!?” Dejected, he knew that this was exactly what it had come to. “That’s it then,” he sighed, in resignation. “No matter how uncomfortable it might be, I have to call off the engagement … break up with her completely. I’m 40 years old -- I can’t enter into marriage with someone like that, knowing what it will mean for the remainder of my sex life!” The insistent doorbell jarred his attention back. “Coming!” he called. “Coming!” He flicked on the porch light and opened the door, intent on giving any salesman a piece of his mind. Standing at the door were two, unfamiliar black women. The first was a beautiful Amazon of a woman, standing at least 6’5”. She was a big woman, well muscled and fit – incredibly proportioned, all in all! She was stunningly attractive and reminded him of some African Goddess, except for the slack expression on her face that made him wonder if she might be mildly retarded. Long, lovely brown hair cascaded down around her shoulders. She couldn’t have been older than 23. The beautiful, dark Amazon smiled at him. “Ahm here t’fuck you.” she announced. Ben’s head shot up. Had he heard that right?!? Had dire sexual deprivation caused him to hallucinate? Maybe these two were hookers who had arrived at the wrong address? The other woman was definitely cut from different cloth than her companion: She appeared about twice as old as the other -- a thick, solid woman, who stood about 5’10”. She was very heavy-set and had somewhat coarse features – a far cry from her gorgeous friend. Her silvery hair had been shaved into almost a buzz-cut. This woman sported a large, curious tattoo on her shoulder: An acronym in white lettering, overlaid by black lettering, giving a “reverse shadow” effect. The tattoo read: “D.A.A.L.S.” Ben had no idea what that might stand for. “Ahm Delilah,” the stocky woman told him. “This is my sister, Amy.” The one who called herself Delilah smiled. “She gonna be your wife,” the stocky woman told him. The bigger woman -- Amy -- flashed him a dazzling white smile, nodding. Ben stood, stunned, unable to process what was happening. “Who …?” he gasped. “What …?” The women ignored him and shouldered past, casually strolling into his house. Ben turned to confront them and try to make sense of what was happening. “Look,” he said, trying to collect his thoughts. “You can’t just waltz into my house …!’ “*Our* house,” Delilah corrected him. “Your wife becomes part owner of everything you have. And I, her lovin’ sister, am here to make sure you don’t take advantage of the poor thing.” Ben was almost dizzy with confusion. “You keep saying that!” he protested. “But I’m NOT marrying your sister! I never even *met* your sister before!” Delilah nodded. “I know,” she acknowledged. “I arranged all this.” Ben’s confusion was making him reel. “You?!?” he asked/ accused. The stocky woman smiled. “Yup!” she smiled. “Me!” “Y’see,” she explained, “Amy here is a sweet child ... a good child. But she’s a lil’ … tetched in the head, if y’know what ah mean.” Ben looked at the beautiful Amazon, who was smiling lustily, but vacantly, at him. He nodded his comprehension. “Anyways,” Delilah continued, “thangs were fine until she become a teenager an’ started fillin’ out. Then she had boys all over her like bees on honey!” The stocky woman shook her head, ruefully. “Before ah knowed it, Amy was fuckin’ every boy around. That, in spite o’ her being a real Dominant – she always hadda be in control. Still, it seems dat weren’t enough t’keep all the boys away.” A serious expression replaced her smile. “But none o’ dem boys was good enough for mah blood-sistah!” she grumbled. “Low-down no-‘counts! None o’ dem had a job or was willin’ t’make a honest woman outta her. None o’ dem cared ‘bout *her* an’ *her* needs!” “Ah got sent up for a stretch,” she sheepishly admitted. “More than once. But ah met a ‘sistah’ in D.A.A.L.S. who hooked me up wid her organization and helped me git mah feet back under me.” “D.A.A.L.S.?” Ben interrupted. “What’s D.A.A.L.S.?” Delilah ignored him and continued her story. “Anyways,” she said, “we figgered that Amy – although a pretty an’ good chile – didn’ have the reasonin’ powers t’select a propah mate. So we did some searchin’ an …” “An’ we found you!” Amy finished, giving Ben an adoring smile. “Me?!?” Ben asked, incredulously. “How in the world did you find *me*?!? What makes you think *I* would be a good husband?!?” Delilah tsked her disapproval. “You too modest,” she said. “You a good man – Got a good job, don’ gamble or run with da boys, don’ drink heavily.” She smiled. “You’s nice t’wimmen and kind t’animals. A propah gentleman! You’d treat Amy well and give her duh life she deserve!” Delilah smiled mischievously. “You also like dominant, ball-bustin’ wimmen, so you’ll love lettin’ Amy be all dominatrix on yo white ass.” Ben was too stunned to respond. This was ridiculous! This couldn’t be happening! “Look,” he said, “your sister seems *very* nice and she is *very* attractive!” Amy blushed and smiled. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m going to *marry* her!” He floundered to explain what should be obvious. “I … I’m already engaged, for one thing!” “To me,” a new voice said, angrily. It was Karen, standing in the doorway to the bedroom, still unabashedly nude. “Karen!” Ben said, with a guilty start. He knew he’d done nothing wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling he’d just been ‘busted.’ “How long have you been there?!?” he asked, weakly. She glared at him. “I came just in time to hear ‘I’m here to fuck you,’ when you opened the door,” she snarled at him, before turning her attention back to the two intruders. “She’s mad at me?!?” Ben thought, in disbelief. “Why is she mad at *me*?!?” “So,” Karen told the two women, “As I said, he’s already engaged – to me!” He heard Deliliah laugh and turned his attention to the two trespassers. Both were peeling off their clothes. “Dat’s where ah comes in,” the stocky black woman told Karen. “Amy gits yer man … an ah gits you.” Karen looked at her in confusion. “You … ‘get’ … me?” she repeated, uncomprehendingly. Delilah nodded. “Civil Unions is legal in dis state,” she explained. “Amy will fuck Ben, here. He’ll either be seduced inta marryin’ her cuz o’ the great sex, guilted inta marryin’ her if she gits pregnant, or blackmailed inta marryin’ her when we goes t’the police wid his DNA in her pussy.” Ben swallowed nervously. That was ridiculous! The police wouldn’t believe any rape allegation just because his semen was found inside her! Would they? He shook his head. Forget that! There was no way his semen was going to get INTO that woman, to begin with! Ben’s beautiful redheaded fiancée gave Delilah a frosty smile. “And what about me?” she asked, in a low, dangerous voice. “You’re saying that you actually believe you can force me into a … lesbian marriage?!?” Delilah smiled. “Dat’s right, baby,” she purred. “Ahm gonna fuck you like you *never* been fucked befo’. Yer gonna be beggin’ t’be mah bitch, afore the night is over.” She waved at Ben and Amy. “We’ll live wid duh happy couple here … an’ ah kin keep an eye on Ben – ahm sure we picked right an’ he won’t try t’manipulate mah sistah, though. He’ll be nice an’ submissive … gittin’ hisself fucked silly, every night.” Both black women were now nude and Ben could feel his erection swell painfully, under the belt of his robe. Maybe it was the months of unwanted abstinence, but Ben discovered that Amy looked absolutely incredible -- he found he couldn’t take his eyes from her. The black giantess was absolutely perfectly proportioned to her height, with perhaps overly generous chest and hips. Her deep-chocolate skin seemed to have a sensual radiance that made it painful for him to even breathe. Two large, stiff, velvety black nipples adorned her massive brown breasts. Her lips were parted and she was looking at him with undisguised lust. For the first time that evening, Ben seriously considered that he might get fucked. He found he had mixed feelings about it. “I should be true to my fiancée!” he thought. “But … my God! This ‘Amy’ is just *gorgeous*! So big! So black! So beautiful! So exotic!“ Delilah was strangely exotic, in her own way. While she was nowhere near the beauty her sister was, the stocky woman had her own air of eroticism. “Probably because I’d fuck anything, about now,” Ben thought ruefully. He was amazed by Delilah’s breasts. Large, dark, droopy … they sported the biggest aureoles he had *ever* seen – freakishly large, like two black dinner plates! And her nipples stood out, like fat, erect, black thumbs. He felt his erection surge as he ogled Delilah’s large, dark breasts. “That isn’t going to happen” he heard Karen snarl. Delilah, completely nude, smiled and dropped into a crouch. The two women circled one another. Delilah had an immense, round ass. Her midsection was proportionally thicker than Amy’s, although the older sister was shorter. Amy spun Ben around to face her, distracting him from the interracial catfight starting behind him. “Ahm gonna fuck you, now, white boy,” she murmured, huskily, a trickle of drool escaping from her thick, parted lips. “Ahm gonna fuck you an’ then ah is gonna marry you!” He stood, paralyzed like a deer on the highway, watching the deadly approach of two mammoth, ebony headlights. He heard the snarling, cursing, and tussling of Karen and Delilah, as they went at it, behind him. Amy slowly wrapped him in her arms and drew him close. “Ahm gonna take real good care o’ you, hubby!” she promised, sealing her lovely, full lips over his mouth. Her kiss was long and deep and his erection strained in response. He felt her smile as she continued to kiss him. “Yeah,” she sighed, opening his robe to stroke his engorged member. “You *do* like me, doncha!” The giantess crushed him close and eased him to the floor, slipping off his robe as they descended. Ben didn’t know what to do. On one hand, he knew he should resist … he shouldn’t allow himself to be forced into a sexual situation … must less into a marriage! He had to stand up for himself … stand firm! He was engaged, for Chrissakes! Only … he had been about to break the engagement off. And God knew … he *was* standing firm, at the moment! Painfully firm! He lying was on the carpet now, and the beautiful black Amazon was lowering herself on top of him. “I shouldn’t be lying here!” he thought. He should be saving Karen – technically still his fiancée – from the lesbian attack she was even now enduring! He should withdraw himself from this situation … save Karen … kick these two interlopers out … ! Except … Except … Except … it felt so damned good! Amy had his painfully erect cock clenched in her big hand, stroking it as she kissed him, probing her tongue deeply into his mouth. Ben’s legs shook with pent-up desire. It had been so long … ! Slowly, reluctantly, the beautiful, black giantess broke her kiss. “Tahm fer sumpin bettah,” she whispered, hovering over him, her beautiful, dark face hovering enticingly near. “Eat me,” she murmured. Her face was so close to his that he could feel her breath – hot and moist -- on his face, as she spoke. She regarded him with beautiful, dark brown eyes, half-closed with arousal. “Please,” she begged. “Lick mah pussy. Ah know white folk love t’eat pussy!” Without waiting for his to reply, she began slowly inching up his body. “Oh fuck!” he thought, pure, unadulterated lust making his breath catch in his throat. “She going to do it! This big, beautiful, black woman is going to take me … sit on my face … fuck me …” Her enormous brown breasts dragged across his lips, making him moan in arousal. He tried to suck one fat, dark nipple into his mouth, but her need was too great to dawdle; she continued to inch up his body, slowly bringing her cunt closer to his panting mouth. “Dat’s it baby,” she cooed. “Just a lil’ more … !” She was now sitting on his chest, pinning his shoulders with her knees. Her big ass was crushing down him, causing him to gasp for breath. He was completely pinned and could only look up adoringly at the beautiful African giantess who was subduing him. She cupped her huge breasts and moaned, rubbing her aroused snatch on his chest, leaving hot, wet tracks across his torso. Looking up, and could see her stiff, black nipples, jutting prominently from her heavy, dark-brown breasts, as she straddled him. She continued inching up his chest. He could smell her now – the hot musky scent of her arousal filled his nose and made his head spin. Finally, she passed his chest and straddled his head, one thick, brown thigh pushed against each ear. Her hot, hairy muff hovered less than an inch over his mouth. He could see drops of her excitement glisten in the pubic hair around her swollen, dark labia. She brought her pussy lower, gently stroking it across his dry, parted lips. Droplets of her juice moistened his lips and tongue and he greedily sucked them. “Eat me, baby,” she whispered. “Show me how a white boy services his woman.” Slowly, she lowered herself onto his now-willing face. Ben’s mind reeled as her hot, wet pussy pushed up against his mouth. Her slick labia spread and he felt his entire face slide up into her hot, wet slit. He realized he was in danger of climaxing at any second and fought for control. It turned out that he didn’t have to do anything to please his giant lover. He couldn’t have done anything if he’d wanted – pinned beneath her smothering, dark crotch, he was unable to maneuver. With Amy’s big, wet gash sliding over his face, he was unable to control where he might lick or suckle – all he could do was lie back as the beautiful black Goddess fucked his face. Several times he thought he might pass out, from the intense pressure of her weight, the lack of air, and the incredible arousal he felt, smothered by her fevered pussy as it glided up and down over his face. She was in complete control as she rubbed herself in lustful tribadism over the pinned white man. After what seemed an eternity, but also far too quickly, he felt her tense, shudder, and climax. Warm juices bathed his face and he greedily tried to lap and swallow as much as he could. He could no longer breathe and didn’t care. “If I die,” he thought, enjoying the sensations of the slick, thick cuntlips wrapped around him, engulfing his face, “I’ll die happy!” Consciousness had started to slip away when his Amazon Goddess finally lifted her slick, sated slit from his face. “God!” Amy murmured, fondling her painfully erect nipples. “Delilah was right! Nobody gits their face fucked like white folk!” Ben strained to lick the drooling gash that hovered above him. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life!” he realized. “I don’t want this to end!” The huge black woman slid down to straddle his hips. “Look at da lovers!” she snickered, gesturing across the room. Ben strained his neck and saw Karen and Delilah, still wrestling and locked in a vicious 69 position. The stocky black woman was on top of her opponent. Both women had their legs firmly locked around the other’s head as they strained for dominance. The only difference was in the position of the women’s arms and legs. The black woman was straddling the white woman’s face, legs spread wide so her pussy smothered her opponent. Delilah’s pelvis was pistoning up and down, pummeling Karen’s pale, defenseless face. The stocky black woman had both arms wrapped around the redhead’s hips, clasping her beautiful, creamy ass close and forcing it hard against the black woman’s skilled, questing tongue and lips. The white woman was on her back. While her legs clenched Delilah’s head, both of Karen’s legs were extended and rigid, toes pointing towards the ceiling. Ben could see the stark outline of straining muscles along her pale thighs and calves. Karen’s arms were pinned beneath the black woman’s legs, her fingers clawing reflexively at the carpet. “Karen’s climaxing!” Ben realized. But it wasn’t “just a climax!” Judging by the paroxysms of pleasure wracking the white girl’s body, it must be the equivalent of wiping out while surfing a tsunami! The interlocked women maintained their positions for over a minute; the only movement discernible being the black woman’s head, bobbing frantically between the white woman’s taut, paralyzed legs as Delilah devoured her spasming prey. Finally, the sensory-overload paralysis seemed to pass and the white woman’s legs crashed back to the ground. Her nerveless fingers twitched, but stopped raking the carpet. Delilah rose, a satisfied, smug look on her coarse features as she licked Karen’s juices from her thick lips. She stood, regarding the dazed redhead, panting on the floor. “Dat was a nice warm-up,” she smirked, reaching down to grab Karen by her copper-colored tresses. “Now let’s go in the other room so’s ah kin really fuck you!” The stocky black woman casually strolled to the bedroom, dragging the semi-conscious white woman by her hair. “Dat’s so hot!” Amy breathed, rubbing her sopping cunt against Ben’s rock-hard cock. “How bout you, lover? You ready t’git fucked?” Ben was. This African Goddess was just too desirable to resist any longer. “We keep the condoms in the bedroom,” he confessed., “in the drawer of the nightstand.” He moaned as he felt his rigid shaft glide up along the crack of her labia, sliding against her moist slit. “Don’t need no rubbahs,” the beautiful, black Amazon whispered, tilting her wide pelvis as she rubbed herself over him. “You gonna give me a baby an’ we’s gonna git married!” Without using her hands, she slid Ben into her. Ben was paralyzed with conflicting emotions. He was panicked that he was having unprotected sex – he had been conditioned all his life about the dangers of pregnancy and disease. But the exquisite feeling of the big woman’s tight, scalding-hot pussy as it engulfed him … Straddling him in a parody of a schoolboy pin, Amy began to fuck him. She didn’t make love to him. She didn’t have sex with him. She fucked him. Ben was helpless under the big woman and soon found himself giving in completely. She was going to do whatever she wanted to him and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it – even if he’d wanted to. And he found he no longer wanted to. “I’m being raped,” he thought. “This big, simple-minded black woman is holding me down and raping me.” The realization made his head spin, with ever-growing arousal. Distantly, he heard Karen screaming. Part of him stirred, wanting to free himself to come to his fiancée’s aid. But he slowly un-tensed in amazed realization as he listened more closely. “Oh please!” he heard Karen scream. “No more! NoMore! I can’t … take … it!” Low, guttural grunts punctuated each of the white girl’s panted words. “Please! You’re … killing … me! Please!” Don’t … !” Her voice became more shrill and panicked with every word. “Don’t … make … me …cuuuuuuuUUUUH!!!” Her protest trailed off, crescendoing into a mindless scream of ecstasy, which lasted for a minute or two. Startled, Ben realized that his own arousal was peaking. “Amy!” he begged the big woman fucking him. “Please … stop! I’m getting … too … close …!” The beautiful black woman smiled and picked up her tempo. “You’re mine!” she grunted, continuing to fuck him. “No!” he gasped, feeling the inevitable and all but unstoppable build-up of pressure in his balls and brain. “Please! Have to … pull out … now!!!” From the bedroom, he heard Karen sobbing. “Please!” she begged, gasping for air. “I … can’t … take it! You’re going to … kill m…!” Her words were cut off, muffled as if she was suddenly being smothered by something thick …meaty … Almost immediately, he heard the white girl’s muffled orgasmic screams as she was forced to yet another climax. Between his own rape, on the living room floor, and the sounds of Karen’s lesbian rape in the other room, his long-suffering cock exploded. He screamed out loud as his spine seemed to liquefy and jet from his cock and into Amy. The big black woman raping him continued her furious pace, savagely fucking him as he remained pinned under her. A look of triumph and satisfaction temporarily eclipsed her look of intense arousal. “You mine, white boy!” she proclaimed, pounding her pelvis down on him, repeatedly. He felt his mind dissolve as the orgasm washed over him. He pumped load after load into her demanding cunt, idly wondering where he had had all of that stored, until now. “You all mine!” she panted. To his climax-wracked brain, it seemed as if the powerful black woman had wrapped him in a mind-numbing orgasm and then squeezed it tight – preventing all movement … all thought … all resistance. He felt like a butterfly being added to a collection, impaled by a thick pin of pure pleasure, writhing helplessly but unable to die. “How long can this last?” part of him wondered, strangely detached. “How long can *I* last?!?” Never in his life had he climaxed this hard, or for this long. He seriously considered the probability of organ damage. Finally, mercifully, the orgasm passed. If he were not already lying on the floor, pinned under the passionate giantess, he would have collapsed. His mind fluttered at the edges of consciousness. Smiling broadly, Amy rose to her feet, releasing his thoroughly subdued cock. . He didn’t fully realize how heavy the beautiful black Amazon was until she got off him. He could breathe again and suddenly felt light enough to float. Delilah and Karen had returned to the living room. Both were nude and the white woman looked pale and shaken, leaning heavily against the stocky black woman. Ben could see the redhead’s legs trembling visibly, her thighs shimmering with cunt juice. Delilah put a thick, dark protective arm around the quivering redhead. Trembling himself, he allowed Amy to help him to his feet. “Dat was real nice!” Amy glowed, giving Ben a light kiss on the lips. “You right, Delilah! Ben is de man for me!” Ben was still dazed, but tried to protest. “Wait!” he gasped, still trying to catch his breath and steady his legs. The idea of a forced marriage was just … unthinkable! All of his life, he naturally assumed he’d marry a nice, attractive girl … not some -- admittedly gorgeous -- black Amazon woman! He stopped, suddenly realizing how far from that ideal a marriage to Karen would have been. “We … we can’t get *married*!” he pleaded to Amy and Delilah. To his surprise, Karen spoke up. “Maybe …” she countered, blushing furiously. “Maybe we shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss the idea, Ben.” Delilah gave the ravaged white woman a loving squeeze. “Git dressed,” the silver-haired black woman told the thoroughly seduced redhead. “We’s goin’ down t’City Hall and getting’ hitched. Today!” Crimson with shame and latent arousal, Karen hung her head submissively and went to get dressed. “Amazing!” Ben thought. “Delilah actually did it! She seduced Karen until she broke and made her a submissive!” Well, that might explain all the trouble Ben and Karen had had in bed … she’d been in denial about her true nature and he had been unaware. Amy pulled Ben close and kissed him gently, but with passion. “How boutchu, lover?” she said, reaching down to fondle his exhausted cock, which, amazingly, began to stir. “Do ah really hafta get nasty and force ya?” She gently pushed his head to one of her mammoth breasts. Her thick, velvety black nipple grazed his parted, panting lips. “Donchu wanna be mine?” the black giantess purred. “Donchu wanna be mine forevuh an’ do whatever ah say?” Ben felt his resistance drain away as if it were never there. “I can’t refuse her,” he realized. “She’s too strong – in body and will. Too dominant. Too rawly sexual.” She pushed her hardened nipple into his slack mouth and he began to reflexively suck it. “Donchu wan me t’marry you?” she whispered, giving his balls a painful squeeze. “So’s you kin be mah lil’ white fuck toy? Donchu wanna do whatever it takes t’please me?” She thrust her pelvis out and rubbed her still-wet pussy against him, leaving a wet mark on his navel. “Yes,” Ben murmured, the final vestiges of his will breaking in surrender as he sank to his knees, lips tracing a path from her full, brown breasts, down her taut mahogany stomach, and deep into the dark, thick, furry muff between her legs. “I do!” he whispered, burying his face in her sex. Amy smiled as she let him go down on her. She stood, legs spread, before her kneeling white supplicant. “Thas what ah wanted t’hear,” she murmured, moaning at the pleasure his skilled tongue was providing. “Ah do!” After a few more satisfying sessions, the two black women took their white conquests down to City Hall and married them, forcing a final “I do” from each and fully taking over Ben and Karen’s lives, forever.