TITLE    : With Friends Like These
STORYID  : with-friends-like-these-3
SUMMARY  : A lonely man makes a bold new friend, for better or worse.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-02-04
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|cheating|black bred|race play|white women|black man|teen|married|cuckold|


I've said it before, and I'll say it again, this one is a little longer than you're used to, so brace yourself. Taking a request from a French reader, I'm putting out a longer story this time. It's a blend of cheating, cuckoldry and race-play, all set to the backdrop of a party, told mostly in the first person by a young white man named Greg. Hope you enjoy!

-Greg-

I don't know what I was thinking. I guess maybe I was mad... probably because I was jealous. But what was supposed to be maybe some simply flattery, a show meant to help me learn how to do it myself, turned into something so much more... destructive. See, I'd been single for a while now, the last man standing amongst my group of friends, all of whom seemed either happily married or at the very least seeing someone. So, when I got invited to my friends Halloween party, I was desperate to find a date.

I had met this girl while at work a few months ago, and I really thought we had hit it off, constantly talking on the phone, hanging out, but every move I made, she seemed to put on the brakes. I was nervous, but supremely optimistic when I finally got up the courage to ask her to go with me.

"Hey Linny, what's shakin'?" I had said, hoping to come off cool and nonchalant.

"Hey you. You're in a good mood today." she said back over the phone.

"I guess I am... I got invited to a party this weekend."

"That's great! Maybe you'll finally meet someone." she said, practically destroying my hopes before I could even ask, though I still tried.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd be interested in coming with me." I said, my heart clenching in my chest.

"Oh... you mean, like a date?" she said, not helping it.

"Well I... yeah, if you're okay with that." I had replied, knowing how weak that sounded.

"Look, Greg... I think you're a really nice guy..." she started, how they always seem to start.

The rest doesn't matter, the bottom line was, she didn't want to go with me. It was yet another loss in a long string of them, and I wasn't dealing with it very well, which got the attention of one of my co-workers, a thin athletic black guy I worked with named Meek.

"Yo man, you all good? You look like shit today." he had said, seeming as if he cared.

"I... I don't know man, things just haven't been going so well for me lately on the dating front." I had told him in earnest.

"They way you was lookin' I thought you just went through a break up." he said back, "What happened?"

I gave him the run down on how things hadn't worked out with Linny, before I got to the crux of the matter.

"So, that means I'll be going stag YET AGAIN to another party with my friends. Almost everybody there is either married, or taken, or already rejected me... it makes me feel like such a fucking loser every single time." I had gushed out, unfortunately allowing myself to vulnerable.

"Bro, the problem is, you keep walkin' in like you already lost. Confidence is king, baby. How you think I hooked up with three of the cashiers that work here?" he said, maybe meaning to be helpful, but making me feel even worse by comparison.

"I guess, I don't know... it's just so hard." I said, sounding like a total loser.

"How about I roll with you? Ain't the same as sportin' some fine young thing on your arm, but you'll definitely get some street cred showing up with a brotha'." he said, laughing a little.

"Yeah? You'd want to go with me?" I said, desperation making me foolishly optimistic, "It's this Friday night, you want to just meet here and we'll head there together?"

"Sounds like a plan, bro. I'll meet you here."

And that was how it all started, and why all my guy friends hate me now. I didn't really know what I was getting in to, I just wanted to be "the man" for one night in my life. We met that Friday night outside in the parking lot, meeting with a wave that led to one of those elaborate hand shakes that black guys do, that I never really could keep up with. Still, it felt really cool, like I was suddenly part of some duo that was primed to conquer the world.

"So, who's party is this exactly?" Meek had said, my passenger seat all the way back as he laid back deep, chilling with a sort of swagger I simply didn't possess.

"My friend's Mike and Lorie, I've known them since before they were married, they throw these crazy parties every so often, but they go extra wild for Halloween... which reminds me, where is your costume?" I had said, knowing mine was in the trunk.

"Oh, nah, I don't go for all that dressin' up shit. It's all good though." he said, making me feel a little bit like a child, as if he was too mature for such things.

"Oh... well, I'm going as Jason Voorhees."

"That's cool, that's cool." he said, turning toward the window, clearly not meaning that.

The next part of the story needs a little bit of context, as I find the numbers both alarming and astounding, especially by comparison to my own. You see, I had been talking to Linny for just about 2 months, which is esentially 60 days, or 1,440 hours, or 86,400 minutes if you really want to break it down, and I had accomplished exactly nothing.

When we arrived, I knocked opening the door as I did, the party already slightly underway, music pumping and guests already starting to get a nice buzz. We were met by Mike's wife Lorie, who was dressed as a sexy cat, her black sweater barely able to contain her enormous DD breasts. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't jerked off thinking of Lorie before. Not only was she stacked, but she was the sort of thick that was spelled with two c's. Curvy, but not fat, with long brown hair and light blue eyes... she was both a friend, and fantasy.

"HEY!" she shouted happily, already slightly drunk. "Glad you could make it Greg. Jason, eh? That's cool... who's your friend?" she said, smiling her button nose painted black, fake ears sticking out of her hair band.

"Oh this is..." I started, but was cut off.

"Name's Meek, very... nice... to meet... you." he said slowly, almost seductively, taking her hand into his large black one.

"Oh... very nice to meet you too." she said, blushing a little, which I mistook at the time for the flush of inebriation.

This is where the numbers come in. From meeting Lorie, it took him 14 minutes before he was hooking up with her. 14 minutes, I couldn't believe it. It didn't matter that she was married, or that they had literally just met, he had game. Game that put all the efforts in my life to shame.

-Lorie-

"So... you guys work together?" Lorie said, resting back against the washing machine, Meek standing mere inches away from her, so close she could feel his breath.

"Yeah... but enough about all that... if I had known he had such sexy friends, I would have come hung out sooner." Meek said, making her smile and blush once more, "You got the prettiest eyes..." he said, brushing her hair from her face.

"Th...thank you..." Lorie said sheepishly, the sexual energy between them undeniable. "I should let you know, I have a husb..."

Meek didn't let her finish, leaning in and locking his lips against hers, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her close. Lorie leaned right into it, her arms sliding up of his shoulders, as the kiss continued, growing more passionate, her tongue mingling with his, her nipples getting hard, and her neatly shaved pussy starting to get moist. She could feel the thick mass of his cock pressed against her pelvis through his pants, and even though it wasn't even out, she could already tell it was a whopper. He slipped his hand up her neck, grabbing her hair and pulling it back, making her gasp in passion, her head craned up and her eyes closed as he moved his mouth down her neck. She couldn't resist the temptation, sliding her hand down his chest, abdomen (admiring his muscles), before sliding over the front of his pants, getting her first touch of big black cock.

"Oh my god..." Lorie gasped again, realizing it was at least twice as thick and long as her husband Mike's.

"You like what you feel?" Meek said, gripping her ass with both hands now, pulling her pelvis hard against his, her large breasts firmly pressed against his chest.

Lorie couldn't even speak, the feeling of need was beyond intense, she simply glanced down, and then locked eyes with him, nodding silently.

"Then let's let kitty out to play." he said, guiding her to her knees, pulling her sweater off over her head, knocking her fake cat ears on the floor.

Lorie was incredibly turned on, more so than she could remember feeling in years, maybe ever. Her bare skin feeling electric in the cool air of the laundry room, his dark jeans begging to be unzipped directly in front of her face. She reached back, unclasping her bra, the large pale globes of her breasts bouncing down, her thick nipples standing at full attention.

"Mmmm... daddy likes." Meek said, admiring her half naked body. "Now my turn." he continued, pulling out his shockingly long and thick black cock, which sprung up quickly, brushing against Lorie's lips as it did.

"Holy shit..." Lorie said, leaning back slightly to get a better look, her hand timidly reaching up to grab the base, her slender white fingers standing out prominently against his dark skin.

Meek didn't respond, and he didn't need to, he simply guided her head forward, Lorie doing the rest as she opened wide and took him into her mouth. Meek leaned back, face towards the ceiling, enjoying the slow and appreciative job Lorie was doing, as she savored the taste of his cock, and took in every second of her first black experience. Lorie relished every long slow suck, feeling something akin to deep personal satisfaction, a feeling she had never felt giving any of her white lovers a blowjob before. She reached down, undoing her own pants, sliding her free hand into her tight panties, rubbing her clitoris in slow teasing touches before penetrating herself. It went on for longer than she would have expected, a stamina she also found impressive, as she was reaching climax before he was. Meek could sense her discomfort, loving it, brushing his hand across her head and pulling out gently.

"Cum for me." he said, taking over, pumping his saliva slicked cock directly in front of her.

Lorie sat up slightly, pulling her pants down more, giving herself more room to work, her jeans and panties tightly hugging her hips as she worked her now exposed pussy right in front of him. The sight of his dark cock pushing her closer and closer by the second to her first series of orgasms.

"That's right, do it... cum for me, cum for this big black dick..." Meek said smoothly, Lorie feeding into it, switching hands, and sucking her fingers, a nearly pained moan escaping her lips as she began to climax.

Lorie fell back deep, still on her knees, now gripping and pinching her nipples as she came, her body shaking in spasms, her teeth clenched as she winced in beautiful agony. As the throws overtook her, Meek reached his own climax, a hard blast of semen shooting out and splashing Lorie right in the face, making her open her eyes and mouth in surprise.

"Oh fuck, get it all over me!" she said, more jets of cum following the first, landing all over her face and neck, dripping down to her tits and stomach.

Lorie shuddered with the last vestiges of orgasm, wiping her hand up her cum covered breast, and sucking her fingers once more, savoring the taste of his hot seed mingling with her own juices.

"Oh... oh my god... this is soooo good..." she moaned, looking up at him with a hint of a smile on her cum covered face.

"It ain't over yet. Get up." Meek said, reaching down and helping her to her feet, turning her and bending her over the washer, moving his hands to her hips as he mounted her from behind.

"You're... already? Wow." Lorie managed to stammer out, shocked that he was already ready to go again, his cock still hard, apparently unabated by his last ejaculation.

She felt the large black head of his cock pushing it's way in, parting his soft pussy lips, finding it's way partially in.

"You... wait, do you have condom?" Lorie asked suddenly, aware she wasn't on any type of birth control.

"No, you want to go find one?" Meek said playfully, already knowing the answer.

Lorie hesitated for a moment, before deciding she could neither wait, or risk being caught by her husband.

"No, just do it... fuck me." Lorie said, shuffling her legs and kicking her pants and panties the rest of the way off, widening her stance and preparing to take him all in, "Just pull out before you... you know." she finished, her wet pussy aching for his insertion now.

Meek pushed in hard, but slow, feeling her white skin firmly wrapped around his large black dick, her cervix fighting hard to stop him, but not winning. Lorie gripped the washer with both hands, clutching them tightly, the mix of pain and pleasure exquisite. She felt every inch disappearing inside her, the thick veins spiking pleasure through her as they tickled her sensitive nerve endings. Meek didn't stop until his balls hit the backs of her thighs, leaving it in for a moment to let her enjoy the sensation before taking her in firm thrusts, punishing her formerly white only pussy with his masterful black cock. Lorie's tits pressed against the cold metal of the washer top, her nipples dragging back and forth slightly with each thrust, orgasm racing to claim her in a matter of minutes.

"Oh fuck... oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... it's... I'm gonna..." Lorie said, staring to lose it.

"That's right... do it girl, cum on my nigga dick." Meek said back, knowing how much he owned her now.

Lorie exploded into multiple, body wracking orgasms, barely able to stand as her knees wobbled, and her pussy gripped hard around his dark dick. Meek wasn't too far off himself, bursting off the first of his fat load directly inside her, pulling out and fountaining the rest across her back and all over her ass, grunting like a savage as he did, before grabbing his cock and slapping it against her pussy several times in a sure victory, making her squirm even more.

"Did... did you... cum inside me..?" Lorie gasped, her face flush, her brain mellow with dopamine.

"Sorry about that." Meek gasped back, not sorry at all.

"I... I don't even... fucking care... that was amazing." Lorie huffed back, thoroughly, thoroughly satisfied, and beyond in love with his big black cock.

-Greg-

I caught up with Meek shortly after his, let's say, little dalliance with Lorie, which I didn't know had happened at the time, his only admission to me being,

"Check it, bro. Not even fifteen minutes, and I bagged my first bitch." Meek had said, holding out the pair of panties he had claimed as his prize from her.

"Holy shit, dude... that's nuts." I had said, both impressed and insanely jealous. "You have to teach me how to do that."

"I dunno man, some things you just can't teach, but like I told you, confidence is king." he said, already eyeing up the party looking for his next prize.

"I think I need a little more liquor before that happens." I added, trying to be funny. "You want to see what's on offer?"

"Sure, why not?" he said, heading off to the kitchen with me, scoping out a large bowl of what was labeled skittle punch (which for the record, is just skittles soaked in rum).

We both scooped ourselves some, taking our first sips, the two of us looking out into the growing crowd of people. I spotted her first, at least I presume I did, and was immediately filled with both shame and resentment.

"Uh oh... there's Trish." I had said, gesturing to the cute red headed girl dressed in some sort of gold tuxedo like top with fishnet stockings and matching gold heels.

"Mmmm... what's her deal?" Meek said, already set on his next target.

"I had a huge crush on her for the longest time... I asked her out at the last party, and she gave me some line about not wanting to get involved with anyone right now. I found out like, a week later she started dating this guy Darren who, oh, there he is." I said, nodding toward the slightly muscled young white guy she was with, who had dressed as some sort of viking, "For whatever reason, she showed him all my text messages, and he made fun of me online."

"Guy sounds like a real douche. She can definitely do better." he said, knowing that better was going to be him.

"That's what I said!" I chimed in, thinking he meant me.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" he said, goading me on.

"I... well, you know... she just got here, and Darren's with her, I think..." I had stammered, my resolve immediately flagging.

"Bro, confidence." he said, lightly pushing me toward them.

I swallowed my pride, and took a stroll on over, the cold feeling of fear definitely lodged directly in my chest. It went about as well as you might be expecting by this point. She was polite in a casual sort of way, bordering on dismissive, it was Darren who gave me the most attention, calling me "Stalker Boy".

"Hey there stalker boy, still trying to shoot your shot?" he said, a cruel look of amusement on his face.

"I was just saying hi, Darren... you need to back off." I said, trying to channel that confidence, hoping Meek had my back.

"I need to back off?" he said, balking "I didn't think you knew what that meant, after all the rejections and all." he said, nodding toward Trish, "Why don't you scurry back over to the punch bowl with your little buddy?"

"The fuck you say?" Meek said, stepping in, filling me with a serious sense of relief.

"This ain't any of your business, pal." Darren had said, still trying to act tough, but clearly backing down at the sight of him, "Don't need to be starting problems at someone else's party." he finished, giving himself a way out.

"You're god damned right you don't, LITTLE buddy." Meek said, making Trish blush slightly and lower her face, trying to hide her slight smile at his bravado.

Darren noticed it, and decided he couldn't back down now, putting himself on the line to save face in front of his woman.

"Fine, you want to start something? Then let's go." he said, puffing his chest out.

"Word. Why don't we step outside?" Meek said, gesturing.

"How about we go downstairs?" Darren said, trying to pick a place where there wouldn't be witnesses.

We all started for the basement with me leading the way, as I knew Mike and Lorie's house pretty well, opening the door, and clicking on the light. Trish went down first, followed by Darren, with Meek following them, but stopping and placing a hand on my chest when I started after them.

"Dude, stay here. I don't want nobody else comin' down." he said, grabbing the knob.

"What, well I thought... okay, sure no problem." I said, somehow taking guard duty.

"It's all good bro, I got this." he said, giving me a smirk that made me believe he certainly did.

Closing the door, he locked it behind him, making my position somewhat redundant, but I was never meant to guard anything, I just wasn't allowed to be in the way. That was how, from seeing Trish and her boyfriend for the first time, that he ended up living out two of my own fantasies in only 8 minutes.

-Trish-

"Go ahead bro, show your woman what kind of man you are." Meek said, as they got down into the dimly lit basement, surrounded by old boxes and a dusty couch.

"You need to back down, BRO." Darren said, filled with nervous fear, and making a huge mistake, poking Meek in the chest with two fingers, initiating first contact.

Meek smirked and shot a dark fist directly into Darren's jaw, knocking him out cold in a single punch, his unconscious form slumping back and sliding off the couch and onto the floor. Trish immediately threw both hands in front of her mouth, absolutely shocked at how quickly he had gone down.

"Woo!" Meek shouted in excitement, turning his attention to Trish, "This the kind of weak bitch of a man you like to date?" he said, bouncing slightly, still amped up.
<hr pg="2" />"I... oh my god, I can't believe you just... wow." Trish said, her eyes jumping back and forth between Darren and Meek's firm, black muscled arms.

"Psssh, fucking viking my ass." Meek said, looking down at his fallen opponent, before turning a lusty eye back to Trish, "Though, if we was, the victor would get his choice of the spoils..."

Trish looked slightly confused for a moment, before it suddenly dawned on her "OH... you mean?" she said, blushing deeply once more, her body tingling all over at the idea of being claimed like a prize, "Are you serious?"

"Strip out of those clothes, and I'll show you how serious I am." Meek said, crossing his arms in front of himself, giving her a cocky look.

"Oh my gosh, I... I've never..." she said, feeling sexy, and profoundly turned on.

She didn't bother finishing that thought, instead slowly removing her glimmering gold jacket, before undoing her equally gold bow-tie, throwing them on the couch. She looked deeply into his eyes, obeying him with slow and seductive satisfaction, kicking off her heels, lowering her skirt and undoing her white buttoned top. As she stood, now only wearing her bra, panties and fishnets, she looked to him once more almost for approval. He nodded slightly, gesturing down, a picture she clearly got, undoing her bra and dropping her panties, pulling them and her fishnets down and off, standing before her new black king, completely nude.

"Now get on your knees, and give me my due." he said, still playing the role.

Trish lowered to her knees, kneeling on the pile of clothes she had just removed, undoing his pants, and fishing down inside to retrieve her own prize. Trish found her hand jumping to her face yet again as she gasped, the colossal black cock springing out in front of her.

"Holy... wow. You're fucking huge." she said, admiring his thick black meat.

"Shut up and suck." he said, stroking her hair, and gently grabbing the back of her head.

Suck she did, slowly at first, but the need began overwhelming her, her speed and depth growing with each pump, until her breasts were bouncing with every thrust down her own throat, Darren laying motionless on the floor feet away, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. She reached down to finger herself, her already wet pussy begging to be touched, but Meek grabbed her upper arm and pushed it away.

"No." He said, commanding her body once more, "Only MY touch."

Trish was going wild with need at this point, sucking his thick black cock with furious enthusiasm, her mind hoping and her body begging for his cock inside her. In what felt like hours, but was only a couple minutes, Meek was ready to blow, Trish ready to ride him at this point to get her own satisfaction. Meek grabbed the base of his dick, his other hand bracing her chin, as he said,

"Don't fuckin' move... take all of it." he said as he pumped himself, cum finally exploding from the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips tightly around the dark head of his dick.

"Mmmm... MMMMMM!!" was all she could express in complete surprise, as hot African seed pumped so hard and so voluminous it filled her mouth near entirely in a matter of seconds.

She titled her head back, using her new posture to help keep it all in, as Meek squeezed out every last drop, wiping what little was left on her lips as he pulled out.

"Swallow." he commanded, and she gladly obeyed, opening her mouth slightly to gargle it, before downing it all in a large gulp.

"Ahhhh... holy fuck, that was amazing..." she cooed, loving the taste of his seed still lingering on her tastebuds, "Now... my turn." she said, her clit throbbing with need.

"Bend over, slave bitch." he said, still playing the game, Trish eagerly getting on her hands as well as her knees, thrusting her ass up and wiggling it slightly for him.

Meek made his way behind her, adjusting her facing, in a final act of complete betrayal and humiliation, as Trish was now facing directly toward Darren, her head almost over top of him. He pushed her bare feet to either side with his knees as he moved in behind her, lining the head of his massive black cock into her puffy white pussy lips, which were practically dripping at this point. Unlike Lorie, he wasted no time, crushing every inch of himself inside her, making her cry out in pain as he stretched her to her limit, his dark black dick practically strangled by her juicy lips. Trish was so profoundly horny, she didn't even consider protection, not that it would have stopped her if she had. Meek grabbed her soft hips, and started fucking her like an absolute savage, Trish screaming in pained euphoric pleasure, the massive black head of his cock slamming into her completely unprotected uterus.

"OHMYFUCKINGGOD! FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEE!!! HOLYSHIT, HOLYSHIT!" she screamed, her mind a racing incoherent mess of pleasure.

It didn't matter at this point that she had a boyfriend. It didn't matter that he was badly hurt. It didn't matter that he was fucking her completely raw. All that mattered was his big black cock, his BBC, his superior African cock, as it dominated her desperate white pussy, light red stubble just starting to form on it again. Trish was climaxing in no time, her hands grabbing the only thing nearby, her nails digging into Darrens arm as she screamed out in repeated orgasm, her toes curling and her tits swinging wildly as he continued hammering her from behind. It wasn't too much longer before it was his turn, practically roaring from behind her,

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"DO IT, DO IT RIGHT IN MY FUCKING PUSSY... CUMMM IN MEEE!!!" she shouted, barely able to compose herself, the hot jets of semen exploding inside her driving her deeply into another hard climax. "FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

Meek shot load after load inside her, still pumping her as he did, finally finishing at which point he let go of her hips, putting his palms on her ass and shoving her forward, making her fall directly on top of Darren, her gaping pussy oozing with his cum.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouted happily, thoroughly enjoying his latest conquest.

Trish didn't say a word, she just lay there, her legs trembling, her breath hot as she gasped for air, her brain barely able to function. Meek grabbed her shirt off the floor, wiping his cock off on it, before collecting her panties as his prize, putting himself away as he stood up.

"Best to take care of your man." he said with a smirk, turning to leave.

"I don't... I don't think he's my man... anymore..." Trish gasped, struggling to get up.

Meek didn't stop to listen to her response, only stopping to grab a soda out of the downstairs fridge, popping it and taking a series of huge gulps as he jogged back up the stairs.

-Greg-

I was beyond naive, leaning against the nearby wall, practically jumping as the door opened and he came out.

"Dude, dude... are you okay, you were down there a while... you're sweating all over." I said, picturing the fight of a lifetime having taken place down there.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm cool." he said, smiling as he finished his soda.

"Did you..?" I said, peeking slightly down the stairs but not seeing anything.

"I sure did." he said, punching me lightly in the arm.

"Nice!" I said, not realizing at the time he had just fucked the girl I had had a crush on at one point, thinking only that he beat up Darren, which felt like a victory for me.

"So, looks like this place is really jumpin'." Meek said, noticing all the new bodies around him.

"I told you, Mike and Lorie always through real bangers on Halloween." I had said, feeling proud though it wasn't my achievement.

"You were right." he said, already trying to pick his next girl.

"Hey Greg!" my friend Morty had said, approaching me from the front hall, "I'm glad you made it."

"Morty, hey buddy, good to see you." I had said, taking a brief look around, "Where's Aimee? Or did she not make it tonght." I had also said, sort of hoping she hadn't come, again, because I was being a jealous and pissy jerk at the time.

"Oh yeah, she's here, she just went to say hi to some of the girls, maybe grab a drink, it's all good." Morty had said, perhaps reassuring himself, "Hey, I've been dying to show you the progress I made on my latest project, do you have a minute?"

"Sure, let me just..." I had started, realizing that Meek had left me again at some point, but just shrugging it off, it was a party after all, "Oh, nevermind... sure, let's go."

Morty's girlfriend Aimee was a petite Vietnamese American girl, she was the combination of nerdy and cute that most guys wish most girls were, but I was forever shocked that she had even dated him. Their relationship was always a little rocky, and it definitely tipped in her direction, as she knew she could do better, and she wasn't shy to let him know it during every fight. But I would have never considered that she would be so willing to cheat on him. Morty and I were off talking for a little while, while Meek happened upon her at the snack table. Once again, from the moment he first met her, it took him an astounding 11 minutes before he had her alone, and was making his move.

-Aimee-

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Aimee cooed as Meek pressed her against the wall of the bathroom, hoisting her up against the wall with his strong black arms, her legs wrapped around him, as he kissed and sucked her neck.

"I can't believe you didn't do this sooner." Meek said, his thumbs sliding up and over the rim of her jeans, tugging them down slightly as he continued working her with his mouth.

"I guess it's true what they say about black guys..." Aimee moaned, her dark nipples both firm and sensitive beneath her costume t-shirt, she and Morty having come as Wayne and Garth, "You've really got game."

Meek leaned back and looked her in the face, laughing slightly, "THAT'S what you heard about black guys? Girl, you in for a surprise."

"Oh, I am..?" Aimee purred, as Meek lowered her to the ground, not wasting the opportunity to hook her shirt, pulling it up and off as he did, Aimee's purple lace bra now the only thing holding back her plump C cup breasts.

"Take a look." Meek said, sitting on the edge of the toilet, pulling his pants down, his massive black dick springing up as he did.

"HOLY FUCK!" Aimee cried out as she laid her eyes on her first black cock.

"Wasn't expecting THAT, eh?" Meek said, loving her shock.

"I mean... it's so big... how do you even..." Aimee said, inspecting it with her eyes, mentally comparing it to Morty's, a contest that he lost by a long shot.

"Go ahead." Meek said, sitting back slightly, welcoming her to play with it.

Aimee carefully wrapped one small hand on it, before adding the other, seeing that she couldn't cover the whole thing "There's no way this thing will fit inside me." she said, moving it lightly from side to side, admiring it.

"Oh it will, you just have to push hard enough." Meek said with a smile and a wink, Aimee shooting him a playful look back.

Aimee opened her mouth as wide as she could, leaning in and placing the large black head in her mouth, finding that she couldn't fit any more of it in past her teeth.

"Seriously, I can't even fit this in my mouth." she said, almost sadly.

"Okay, then just jerk it. You can let your mouth do other things." Meek said, leaning forward and pulling her up slightly, their mouths locking in a passionate tongue kiss as Aimee starting to pump him with her small hand.

Meek quickly undid her bra, peeling it off as Aimee leaned back, letting her juicy asian breasts tumble out, Meek quickly pinching her nipple, stroking it up with his thumb. Aimee's body was electric with pleasure, the large black cock in her hand a dangerous monster that she was determined to tame one way or another.

"Take your pants off." Meek said, as he kissed her ear, his tongue working its way in making her squirm.

Aimee stood up, undoing her pants, purposely turning to bend over and drop them, her panties still up. Meek stood too, slapping her hard across the ass making her exclaim in pleasure, as he pressed himself against her from behind, the only thing blocking him her the thin cloth of her undergarment. Aimee paused, her whole body hot and trembling with need, the feel of his massive black cock so strong she could practically feel his pulse through it. Meek rode his hands up her ass, once again using his thumbs to great effect, hooking the sides of her panties and in one hard yank, ripping the bands apart on either side, quickly tugging them away, her bare pussy now completely exposed for him. Aimee let out an aroused squeal, his strength and forcefulness making her incredibly wet.

"How about we see if it fits..." Meek said, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock, Aimee shuddering with pleasure, ready to give her body to him entirely.

"Wait... wait... it's so big, why don't you let me..." Aimee said, thinking about how he might destroy her vagina if she didn't take the lead, standing up straight and turning around, gently pushing Meek back down onto the toilet.

Aimee carefully stepped over, her feet on either side of his legs, reaching down and grabbing the front end of his cock and working it into the soft folds of her pussy as she began to straddle it, slowly lowering herself down. Aimee let out pained sounds as she let gravity ease the thick black mass inside her, her tight cervix clearly not used to such powerful dick, making it sing out in pleasure spiked agony.

"Owww.... OWWWWW..." Aimee cried out as she kept working herself down, not sure if she could go on, but desperately wanting to, her wetness helping, but not nearly enough.

Meek helped take her mind off things, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around her hard and exposed nipple, sucking hard and biting slightly, his free hand wrapping around her butt, sliding a thick black finger up there, giving her something else to focus on. Aimee squeaked, her knees getting weak, the thick black cock suddenly making a hard advance past her protesting hips, finally hitting the wall of her uterus with a painful thud. She was in it at this point, the pain and pleasure too much, and without a further thought, she started quickly grinding her pelvis against his, working his cock and her pussy in fast strokes.

"OHFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" she cried out, sweat forming on her brow.

"Get it girl." Meek said, her incredible tightness working his cock beautifully.

Aimee worked him hard, her own body desperate for every inch of him, orgasm building quickly as she did, until she was standing on the tip toes her, hands on his shoulders, her mind breaking with pleasure overload.

"I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA... AHH.. AHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed out, the first wave blowing through her.

Meek knew his cue, standing and lifting her up, rushing her to the wall where he continued fucking her mercilessly, her legs shooting out to either side of him, her muscles spasming out of control, and her toes flexing.

"Take it, take it all." Meek said, his arms helping to pull her down as he thrust up into her.

Aimee came harder than she ever had in her entire life, no thought of Morty anywhere in her head, her pussy creaming all over his thick blackness.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE YOUR FUCKING BLACK DICK!" she screamed out, her legs now wrapping around him, her heels locking, "CUM IN ME, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME." she begged, another wave shaking through her.

Meek kept going, finally erupting a torrent of semen inside her, Aimee squeezing him even tighter, her pussy practically milking every last drop out of him. Every pump sending millions more powerful black sperm cells into her unprotected asian reproductive system, quickly and effortlessly impregnating her, something that Morty had hoped to do someday, but would now never get the chance.

"I think... I think I fucking love you." Aimee cried out, practically sobbing with pure pleasure induced happiness, her head buried in the crook of his neck.

"You were great too." Meek said, not committing to this at all, enjoying a moment of post nut bliss before he planned to get himself back in order, take her ruined panties as his trophy, and move on.

-Greg-

That was Meek's third girl that night, his fourth if you count the earlier part of the day, which he told me about later. I was shocked when I found out how many babies were born because of that party, and how all of them were black, a responsibility that I had to take part ownership of. I hadn't slept with any of them myself, but I had invited an alpha into a whole environment of betas, and I did it out of a desperate attempt to feel good about myself. Something that Meek also ruined for me, as much as he had destroyed Mike and Lorie's marriage, Darren and Trish's relationship, and Morty and Aimee's future. But, as mad as all that sounds, he wasn't done just yet. The man was on a roll, and I didn't realize how it was going to roll right over me.

I bumped back into Meek in the kitchen as he snagged a gatorade from the fridge. He needed to replenish some of the electrolytes he had left in all those girls that night.

"Oh, hey there you are." I had said, happy to find my friend and protector.

"Hey Greg, I'm going to go see if I can't find Aimee anywhere, we've been talking so long, she might think I was off cheating on her." Morty said with a goofy grin that I'll always remember, his girlfriends ripped panties only feet away from him in Meek's pocket.

"Alright, see you around, bud." I had said, not knowing what was waiting for him.

"Bro, this party has been off the hook." Meek said, fishing the collection of panties out of his pocket for me to admire.

"Holy shit, dude... seriously? Three girls? Who are they?" I asked, having come no where close to sealing the deal with anyone.

"Doesn't matter, I'm a pump them and dump them sort of guy." Meek said with a laugh, putting them away. "Oh hey, who is she..?" Meek had said, now eyeing up a thin young brunette dressed as an angel who I knew very well.

"Oh that... that's Lorie's younger cousin Courtney." I said with a weight forming in my chest.

I had asked her out at one point too. I can't stress enough how lonely I was most of the time, something that girls everywhere had seemingly taken a vow to extend as long as possible. She was only 19, compared to the rest of us, who were all hovering around 25. Unlike Lorie, she wasn't built, but she was slim and pretty, with shoulder length brunette hair, and green eyes. I had almost made ground with her once, but found myself masturbating alone as usual, remembering the scent of her perfume that had lingered on my clothes.

"Cool, I'm going to go hit her up." Meek said, before taking another sip and closing his drink.

"Meek, I don't think you should... I mean, three girls already, isn't that enough?" I had said, hoping he wouldn't take a shot at her, in case I ever got another one myself.

"Bro, do you even have to ask? Of course not." he said with a smile, giving me another quick hit in the shoulder, which I played off with false mirth as I felt myself dying inside.

He was a force of nature, and there was no way I could have stopped him. He started chatting her up, and I watched with sadness as her face lit up at his charm, laughing and touching him, with it only taking a few minutes to clearly win her over. Now, I know what you're likely thinking at this point, he scored with her in an absurdly short amount of time, and that is technically true, but it took longer than you might think. 20 minutes from meeting her for the first time before he had her upstairs and naked. Why did it take so long, you ask? Because there was a dramatic and heart breaking twist that came along with this particular conquest, that made me wish I had focused less on him, and more on my phone.

I had sullenly gone back out to the kitchen to gorge myself on appetizers in a full on pity party. A party within a party, it could almost be humorous. I sat, I ate, I gazed out over the happily mingling couples, the sexy bodies I lusted after, hoping there would be pictures to pleasure myself to later. I got the feeling that I was done here, I couldn't keep subjecting myself to this torture, so I decided to check the time, intending fully to grab Meek once he was done with Courtney and head home. That was when my heart sank in my chest until it hit rock bottom, as I had missed several texts.
<hr pg="3" />"Hey Greg, look, I'm sorry about earlier, especially if I hurt you. I thought about it a lot today, and you really are a nice guy, and it would be unfair of me to at least not give the whole "us" thing a chance. I texted Lorie earlier, and figured I'd swing by after work. I hope to see you there!" Linny had said, ending with a smiley face.

The thing that really broke me, was when I saw the follow up,

"Hey Greg, I'm here! Haven't found you yet, so I hope you get this. I grabbed a devil costume on the way here, hopefully you recognize me." she had followed up, the message had been from 35 minutes ago.

I practically shot out of my chair, heading directly for the front room, looking everywhere for Linny in her red devil costume, but I didn't see her anywhere. I shot her a text back, telling her I was there and that I was looking for her, but of course she didn't respond.

It had taken Meek 9 of those 20 minutes to get Courtney hot and bothered enough to sneak away with him to Lorie's bedroom, the other 11 he spent easily convincing Linny to join them for a threesome. It's enough to make you want to kill yourself.

-Courtney and Linny-

Meek lay across Mike and Lorie's marital bed, or so it would remain for now, both Courtney and Linny on either side of him (dressed as an angel and devil respectively), the three of them sharing passionate kisses, tongues moving from mouth to mouth in a flurry of intense sexual desire.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Linny said, reaching up and adjusting her "horns" that had slipped down slightly, "I mean... we JUST met." she finished with a giggle.

"Who could turn all THIS down?" Meek said, gesturing to his own body with a laugh of his own, both girls laughing, but appreciating the toned black body that was underneath those clothes.

"I certainly couldn't..." Courtney added, leaning in and kissing him again, her halo bobbing on it's spring as she did.

Linny ran her hand down the length of Meek's body, her hand gliding over the large bulge in the front of his pants, making her jump with shock. Courtney was startled too, looking Linny in the face before turning her head to see what had spooked her, reaching down and joining her, their white hands meeting over his groin.

"You are fucking huge!" Linny said, turning back and looking at Meek with her eyes wide in amazement.

"It's a black thing, what can I say?" he said, leaning in and quickly and playfully licking her lower lip, making her smile.

"I can't wait anymore, I need to see this thing." Courtney said, starting to undo his pants.

Courtney slid up, sitting on her knees on her side of the bed, Linny sitting up and joining her efforts on the opposite. Both girls let out of gasp of welcome surprise, Linny practically purring with approval at the sight of his monstrous black cock as it stood up like a tower from his lap.

"So it IS true what they say about black guys." Linny said, shooting Meek another dazzling glance.

"And true what they say about white girls..." Courtney said, leaning in and licking it from base to tip, "They can't resist black cock."

As if given a cue, both the girls leaned in and started working his cock from either side, working it in tandem with their mouths, their small white hands cradling and massaging his large black balls. It wasn't long before Courtney took over, sucking and jerking the shaft of his cock as Linny quickly slid off the bed, and stripped out of her clothes, taking over as Courtney did the same, kicking their discarded clothes away before the two rejoined, happily sharing his cock. The two girls, who had never met each other, let alone Meek, before tonight, tongue kissing around the head of his powerful black cock, each of them wet and ready for anything that came next.

"Oh fuck, I'm about to cum..." Meek said tension clear in his voice.

The girls excitedly double their efforts, their faces pressed against each other, mouths open, tongues out as they jerked his cock eager with one hand each riding the shaft. Courtney took the first load, the eruption of sperm blasting directly into her eager mouth, Linny quickly taking her place as the next spurt burst loose, ensuring both got a taste of his superior seed, the rest pumping out and landing on their faces, the rest spilling on his pubic region. There would be no wasting cum for them, as both greedily swallowed and leaned down, licking every drop they could find off his black skin.

"I'm first!" Courtney shouted playfully, quickly moving to straddle him, her pale white leg swinging over his black body as she attempted to get him inside her.

"No way, I want him first." Linny said, pushing her slightly, tugging his cock away from her pussy.

"No fighting." Meek said, loving how desperate they both were for his cock, "Get up, daddy gets to choose."

Courtney begrudgingly got off him, making sure to drag her wet pussy across his cock as she did, marking her territory. Meek looked them both over as they looked at him expectantly, deciding on Linny, as Courtney was clearly the naturally dirtier of the two, and he wanted to fuck her face straight out of Linny's pussy.

"Tough choice, you're both so... perfect." he said, stoking the fire of their desire for him even further as he cradled both their chins, "But I'm going to have to chose you." he said, gesturing to Linny, genuinely unsure what her name actually was.

"Yay!" Linny said excitedly.

"No fair." Courtney said, pouting.

"Nobody goes without." Meek said, reassuring them, "Both of you, sixty nine position. YOU, you're on top." he said, pointing at Linny again.

They obeyed, already getting the idea of what was going down, Courtney flipping on her back, Linny straddling her face, neither girl ever having tasted the nectar of another. Meek crept up behind Linny, has black balls hanging over Courtney's face, as he grabbed a handful of Linny's soft blonde hair.

"You lick her fucking pussy, and don't stop." Meek said, tracing up her pussy with his fingers, making her nod as she shuddered in anticipation.

Courtney watched excitedly from below as Meek's thick black cock pressed against Linny's pussy, spreading her apart as he worked his way in. He gave her time to adjust before he pushed her face down into Courtney's pussy, Linny grabbing her ass with both hands, immediately lapping at her as she experience pleasure beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Courtney's legs bowed out wide, the feeling of another woman's tongue an absolute thrill, the view of a powerful black cock violating a tight white pussy in front of her, better than anything she had ever seen in her life, craning her neck up to stick out her tongue, glancing his balls with it after every pump.

"I can't... I can't..." Linny cried out, trying her best to obey him, but the sheer pleasure making it hard to keep eating Courtney out.

"I said lick, now lick." Meek said, loving her struggle, slamming her even harder from behind as he drove her head down.

Linny was seconds away from cumming, the feel of his big black cock more amazing that any white dick she had ever experienced, and while she had come to the party to take a shot with Greg, she couldn't care less about where he was, or what he was feeling at that moment. She simply couldn't do it any longer, pulling her face away from Courtney's pussy, turning and pressing her head against her naked thigh, as each stroke pushed her towards the most intense orgasm of her life.

"I... ohhhOHHHHHH!!!!" Linny screamed out, climaxing so hard, she squirted all over Meek's cock and onto Courtney's face, making her wince, before quickly turning into a smile.

It didn't end there, Meek quickly putting himself right back in, and pumping himself to completion as she practically collapsed. Linny could feel the hot jets of semen spreading inside her, her strained face turning to one of tired satisfaction, as a load of sperm a billion strong flooded her unprotected body. Making good on his own intentions, Meek pulled out, his cock sloppy with any number of bodily fluids, and aimed down, Courtney opening her mouth eagerly as he plowed forward, fucking her throat straight out of Linny's now deeply satisfied and seeded pussy. She choked and gagged slightly, tasting the salty mix that was being plunged down her esophagus, more than ready for her pussy to be taken next.

"Whew, alright... your turn." Meek said, pulling out of Courtney's throat, who sat with her sloppy mouth hanging open, a stupid look of satisfaction on her face.

Before Linny could summon the strength to move, Courtney leaned forward and plunged her tongue inside her, needing another taste of his strong black seed as it slowly leaked out of her. Linny jumped with a start, before exhaustedly falling on her back with her legs splayed wide on either side of her.

"Can't get enough, eh?" Meek said giving Courtney a smile, "Get up." he said, helping her to her feet.

He positioned Courtney doggystyle over the side of the bed, her face parked right over Linny's sore and dripping pussy. Courtney didn't need any further instruction, thrusting her ass up, and grabbing Linny's ass with both hands, burying her face directly into her pussy, lapping up the mess. Courtney winced in pain as he entered her from behind, stretching her taut young pussy to it's physical limit before starting hard deep thrusts, slamming every inch of himself in her up to his balls. Linny was too worn out to participate, but was enjoying the feminine tongue working her pussy, making her ease her legs up over Courtney's shoulders. Meek saw this as another opportunity, grabbing her slender ankle, leaning in and sucking her toes while he destroyed any chance of Courtney being with a white man ever again.

-Greg-

I looked everywhere the crowds were, but I knew it was too late. I couldn't say it with any sense of proof, but I knew in my heart that Meek was probably fucking Linny right now, whatever slim hope I had of happiness being pounded right out of her. That's when the first hint of what transpired that night came right up to me.

"Hey Greg... so um... have you seen your friend Meek anywhere?" Lorie had asked me, no longer dressed as a sexy cat.

"What? Oh, uh, no I don't... why are you looking for him?" I asked, as it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't actually know who he had fucked that night, but it was starting to become apparent.

"I just need to see him. He seems... really cool. If you see him, could you give him my number?" Lorie said, blushing slightly, giving away the game.

"Lorie... you didn't, did you?" I had said, dreading what I knew must have happened.

"It's... look, I'll see you around." she had said, turning to walk away, "Remember, give him my number okay?" she finished, giving me a sheepish smile.

I had fucked up. I knew that now more than ever. Meek was a wolf amongst a bunch of soft white sheep, and he was eating everything he wanted. As I watched Lorie fish around a little more for him before disappearing upstairs, I knew that everything in my life was about to implode.

-Courtney, Linny and Lorie-

"FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME... OH MY GOD, I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!" Courtney cried out, her body struggling to maintain composure as she climaxed hard, Meek pumping another fat load, this time inside of her soon to be college drop-out pussy.

"Oh my god, Courtney?" Lorie said from the doorway, seeing her cousin naked, on all fours, another girl with her legs over her shoulders, and a thick black cock stuffed into her pussy.

"Sup." Meek said, giving her a nod and a smile as he looked over his shoulder.

"I was looking for you... you fucked my cousin?" Lorie said, looking on in disbelief.

"To be fair, I didn't know she was your cousin." Meek said, shrugging.

"Lorie, what are you doing here?" Courtney said, covering her breasts with her arm.

"THIS IS MY BEDROOM, COURT." Lorie said, turning and closing the door hard, locking it, "If anyone is going to get fucked in MY BED, it's ME."

With that, Lorie pulled the new shirt she had put on off over her head, quickly undoing her bra, and heading over to go another round with her new and amazing black lover, who gladly took her once more, as the other two girls watched on, flanking her on either side and sucking her large tits as Meek made beyond sure her marriage was absolutely over.

-Greg-

So, that's the story of how I betrayed my friends, ruined their relationships, and destroyed what could have been a chance at my own future happiness. They won't talk to me anymore, but I still hear things, none of them good. Lorie left Mike, she eventually gave birth to a black baby, and while I'm sure it was Meeks, she's been dating nothing but black guys since, so I suppose they could pass it off as their own. Trish dumped Darren, which I should be happy about, but it doesn't benefit me at all. She had a pair of twins, black, of course. Now she lives at home with her parents, raising them on her own, even the new one, who was given to her by... I have no idea, but you know what he looked like. Aimee stringed Morty along for a long while, making him think the baby was his, any hope he had of that being true being dashed to pieces in the delivery room. He tried to stick it out, but she ended up leaving him for one of the many black guys she ended up cheating on him with.

Courtney and Linny actually moved in together. I guess you don't go through an experience like that without forming some sort of bond. It's helpful I guess, as Courtney had twins, and Linny had fucking triplets if you can believe it. I convinced myself I could still try and make it work with her, but she wasn't interested anymore. She made it abundantly clear that she was black only now. The moment had passed. Instead, I got treated to the view of her leaving the coffee place across the way with a number of different black lovers, that if what Meek tells me is true, she and Courtney share sometimes in their apartment together.

Yeah, I'm still friendly with Meek. As much as I want to say he hurt me, it was really ME that hurt ME. I've been trying to follow his advice and live more confidently, and in some ways it's been working. I almost got a date with the new cashier Becka who started where we both work, but he snagged her first. At least he was cool enough to send me pictures of her naked to jerk off to, that's got to count for something. We're bros, after all. The sad fucked up thing that's been on my mind lately, is that maybe this is how it's supposed to be... my playing the sidekick to his heroic sexcapades. Thanksgiving is coming up soon, and I'm supposed to travel back to my parents house, have holiday dinner with them and my older sister and I've been thinking about asking him to come with me... I know what he is, I know what he does, and what will almost certainly happen if I do... but part of me wants it. To bring everyone down to my level, my world, make them experience what I have now. To paraphrase Billy Joel, we'll all be sharing a drink we call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone.

Would you want a friend like me?

