Chapter Seven

Megan was blowing Baby D’s cock and filling her mouth with it like she’d never done to any man’s cock before, not even to her husband whom she adored more than anything. She was stretching her mouth taking more and more of him down her throat, choking on that black meat like she was a street whore who preferred being fucked more than she’d preferred being paid for her services. Baby D reclined against the armrest of the nearest couch pushing the woman’s head down towards his crotch. He’d freed his arms from his coverall and now it lay clustered between his thighs. Megan inhaled the manly fragrance coming off his crotch but with her eyes shut, all she saw in her mind’s eye was the black cock being jammed down her throat and the fact that she was moaning from it.

“You loving that black cock, aren’t you?”

“Uhh-Huh,” she responded. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked her tongue around the thick bulbous head of his prick, looking up at him with a smile on her lips.

“Such a beautiful black cock you have,” she moaned as she stroked his shaft. “This is my first black cock I’m having.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to make it memorable for you. Come here.”

Baby D helped her up to her feet and pulled her top off her head. She wasn’t wearing any bra underneath and her size 40DD tits bounced before his face; her nipples stood erect like missile cones. Megan grabbed her tits and kissed each of them and gave them to her black visitor. Baby D munched on her tits at the same time his hands went grabbing at her backside, slipping his fingers between the lining of her sweat pants to get at her flesh. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face towards hers in time for a lengthy kiss.

D fell over on the couch, pulling her along, both of them laughing like a pair of high-school grads. He freed his feet off his coveralls and helped her out of hers. Megan got up and went to drawing the curtains closed before returning her sights on that lovely black cock she had in the room with her. She took herself out of her clothes and left them carelessly on the floor; D too removed his coveralls. Finished, Megan came and knelt before him and resumed blowing his cock. D knocked her hand off stroking him and made her bury her face downward as much she could go, loving the way his cock was fucking her mouth. It was a good thing he’d jerked off before he and his gang had left the pad; he wasn’t in the mood for blowing his load too early.

He pushed Megan off his and indicated for her to come stand over his face. Megan climbed up the couch and stood astride his face, leaning forward to hug the wall. She hissed when she felt his tongue slip between her pussy’s entrance. It sent a shiver of warm excitement up her spine and back to her legs. D grasped her thick ass cheeks to get more room and for the next ten minutes was busy slurping his way between her fleshy entrance, pulling at her budding meat and fingering her cunt while he flicked his tongue on her labia.

“Uuhhhh ... Aahhhh ...”

Her moans fell and rose like music. Her buttocks twitched and fell over the black man’s face. She reached down between her legs and held his face up. Megan loved having her pussy eaten out; it was something Robert loved doing even better than fucking her. She never failed to cum from it and even now she felt the man’s tongue stoking the fire inside her. Her gut seemed to roll like a restless sea wave. She grabbed at her tits. Her moans turned into a searing cry as she pictured the fire that was growing inside her turn into a raging wild one. She came not long afterwards, her legs nearly giving up under her. She lowered herself beside her man; D helped her down, licked his tongue over his lips, tasting her pussy juice. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Megan who now lay on her back gasping from the climax she just had was surprised when she saw the black man come on top of her, moving her legs aside to get at her wet cunt.

“Time for the main event,” said D as he held his shaft in his hand and aimed the head between her open cunt lips.

Megan held her breath as she felt something like a lead pipe push its way into her. She was still holding her breath as it went into her further, but then she released a lengthy breath as the might of the bull’s black prick pierced the nerve cells of her pussy, sending stars and delight straight into her brain. She felt like she was on a roller-coaster, taking her towards the clouds.

“Yeeeooooowwwwwhhhh! Aaawwwwhhhh ... FUCK!”

She screamed and thrashed her head to either side of the bed. D held his cock inside her for some seconds before pulling out the same way he’d come in. She was gasping and her whole torso was shaking by the time he slipped his prick all the way again. D inched closer, grabbing her meaty thighs tighter and began ramming his red-hot dick into her harder and harder. Megan yelled and thrashed from the experience. She writhed under him, struggled to be free from what he was doing to her but knew she couldn’t get away. In reality she didn’t want to. This was an experience she’d always dreamed of and nothing prior to what she’d done before could amount to it.

D too was gasping and breathing heavy from his actions. His eyes went from the hurting look on her face to the sight of his cock slipping in and out of her quim. He loved the sight of her pussy creaming over his shaft. He summoned as much strength as he could to slam in her harder, pounding his cock deeper into her cunt. Her thighs opened further for him and he lay on top of her. His arms wrapped under her shoulders while his buttocks and hips grind his machine deeper inside her. Megan grasped his butt cheeks and wrapped her legs on top of them, her body urged him onward to fuck her deep. The same went with her moaning cries.

“Agghhh! Ohhhh fuck me! Ohhhhhh ... Gimme ... Gimme that dick!”

Her hands slapped his butt cheeks repeatedly as they grind and grooved against each other. Their skin meshed as one on the couch - black and white sweating. D could barely get as much leg room on the couch and was uncomfortable with it. He pulled out of her and came over to her face and thrust his cock towards her mouth. Megan’s lips came open and took his cock and slurped her tongue over his black cock’s foreskin, getting first taste of her pussy cum and loving it. D reached down and held her head up for her to suck more of him. When she was done, he helped her up from the couch.

“Any chance we can find ourselves a bedroom and get further comfortable?” he asked.

At that moment, Megan wouldn’t have minded hurrying to the bank and withdrawing she and Richard’s entire savings to go get her and her black stud a room at the Ritz. She nodded instead and led the way out of the living room. D trailed behind, stroking his cock to remain erect while he watched the sight of her ass globes bounce with each step her hips took. He reached forward and grabbed at one of them; this elicited a crackle of delight from Megan as she led the way up the stairs and straight to their bedroom. D took hold of her arm and automatically took charge of the scene as he led her towards the king-sized bed that occupied half of the room.

“Get your ass on that bed and show me that ass, bitch!”

He gave her buttocks a slap as she jumped up on the bed. She was wiggling her ample buttocks even before she’d settled well enough on the bed, leaning forward on her arms and smiling at him from behind her shoulder. Her ass cheeks clapped like an inviting cheerleader at him. D got up on the bed and seconds later Megan grabbed and pulled back on the sheets and yelped as his cock slipped into her warm hole and began pounding it.

“Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!”

Her cries only seemed to drive D onward to sink his prick deeper and harder inside her. He too was gasping from the tightness her pussy muscles had of biting his dick. The sound of his waistline slamming against her butt cheeks and her cries filled the room. He grabbed her by the waistline, feeling she was slipping further from him and kept pulling her back to slam against him harder. Megan had one arm under her. She squeezed her tits with it, loving the excruciating feel they gave her while the other kept pulling at the bed sheet.

D kept pounding her pussy relentlessly, driving her further into the bed which groaned from their weight. He was gritting his teeth and groaning even before he realised it. He was moments from cumming; he didn’t want to waste it.

“tell me where, bitch!” he groaned. “Tell me where you want me to cum!”

“On top!” Megan’s voice was muffled by the bed sheet she had in her mouth, but it was loud enough for D to hear her. “Awww fuck! Cum over my ass!”

D quickened his pounding harder and harder. He felt his heart muscles tightened in his chest. The moment came and he too couldn’t hold back his cries as he managed to whip his cock out of her in time and sprayed his spurt after spurt of rich thick cum over her butt cheeks. Megan felt her climax explode deep inside her at about the same moment D pulled out of her and it was with relief she fell flat on the bed, pulling a pillow towards her face. She heard D scream out and felt the first spurt of cum splatter on her skin. She loved the feel of it and she reached a hand behind to spread it over her ass like butter. She took some of it and sampled the taste and reckoned that she liked it. Never had she sampled the taste of another man’s cum before aside from that of her husband; it didn’t taste so bad after all.

When D was done, he came down from the bed and stood beside her and pulled her face towards his cock. Megan licked the dripping cum from his shaft and kissed every inch of it before sucking it. When she was done, D fell on the bed beside her, breathing heavy from the exercise, sweating all over. She slide over to align herself beside him, caressed his torso while her tits pressed against his arm.

“You were like a stallion,” she remarked. “I’ve never been fucked so good like that before.”

“I guess now you know what you’ve been missing,” said D.

“Yes, I do.” She raised her head to gaze at his sleeping cock. “I hope you’ve still got more rounds in there.”

D took his cock in his hand. “You mean this fella here? He never disappoints.”

“That’s good,” she moaned. “Because I want you to fuck me again and again. I want you to keep fucking me even till my husband returns.”

D sputtered a snigger. “That’s cool with me, babe. Of course, you’re going to have to feed a brother.”

“That won’t be a problem. Except I want to make some changes.”

D half turned to look at her. “What changes we talking about?”

She smiled. “You just came over my butt. I want us to progress from there. The next time we fuck, I want you to cum in my mouth. And if you’ve got strength for more, I want you to cum inside me. How does that sound for changes?”

D grinned. “Sounds like you’d better go make me a sandwich and bring something to drink so we can hurry and get started.”

***

Amy Shepsi, a thirty-two year old house wife, long dark hair, brown-eyed with a delectable figure enjoyed sun-bathing, after which she usually rubbed some oil lotion on herself after done taken a lovely early evening swim and then lie down to catch some late sun while catching up on whatever novel she was busy with. She had accomplished nearly all of this and was about putting some oil lotion on herself when the three black men from the Tongue Patrol - Jones, Tyrone and Booker - knocked on her door and seeing they had on their pest control uniforms let them in.

It took the boys less time to sweeten the deal. One of them took the bottle of oil lotion from her hand and the three of them poured some on their hands and took turns rubbing it over her body while she stood in the backyard patio luxuriating in their touch. She moaned from the way their hands pleasured every inch of her body, just how she loved it when it was her husband performing the same duty for her. Her cheeks flushed and her pert nipples hardened like rocks. Her body shook from the invasion of multiple hands caressing her. It was a good thing the compound had a high fence, thus neither of her backyard neighbours could look in to pee what was happening. They made her bend forward. Tyrone poured the lotion over her buttocks and rubbed it over her rump and down between her ass crack while Booker helped spread her ass cheeks for him. Amy leaned forward with Jones to hold her. He unzipped his coverall and let it slip off his arms to fall down to his waistline; his cock stood erect and protruded from it. Amy reached for it and stroked it before licking her lips over the thick mushroom-shaped head. She couldn’t stop herself from breathing heavy even as she half-shut her eyes and inhaled the musky smell of his pubic region while she forced her mouth to take more of his shaft which felt as if it wanted to expand her jawline.

Behind her, activities were happening: Tyrone was fingering her cunt while Booker was finger-fucking her anus; her lubricated juice poured out of her cunt and added with the oil lotion made her pussy glisten brightly and invitingly. Tyrone inched closer and pulled at her jutting labia with his lips, sucking at it as well. Amy couldn’t stop her legs from shaking. A tremor seemed to travel from her heels like a reverse avalanche and race up her cunt. It spread from her cunt and went up her spine to hit her brain. She held on to Tyrone for leverage; Tyrone’s prick beat against her cheeks, leaving a smear of saliva on her face.

“This is some good pussy here,” Booker observed.

Tyrone stood up from where he was crotched between her legs and quickly unzipped his coverall till it fell down his legs. His cock in his hand, he rubbed it up and down the wet slit of her cunt, further lubricating her entrance. Booker still kept on fingering her anus as his friend thrust the head of his cock into her pussy.

Amy’s head half rose and she hissed through her teeth as she felt the thickness of the black cock pierce her inside. She was in a half-dream state, her body no longer in her control. Jones pressed her head down back on his cock. Her mouth swallowed his prick and her head bobbed down on him in time with Tyrone’s thrusts.

She could hear the voices of the men talking around her but barely registered what really they were saying. In a way, she didn’t care. Her mouth kept on being fucked Jones’ prick; she was struggling to keep up from the punishment meted upon her.

Tyrone was by now thrusting harder into her cunt, fucking her all the way deep and she could feel his prick seeming to expand inside her. Tyrone came inside her at about the same time Jones exploded in her throat, sending wads of semen down her mouth. Amy fought to ingest them while still recovering from the bout of fucking she’d just had.

“Yo, why don’t we take things inside,” Jones suggested.

“Yeah man,” quipped Booker. “I too was about saying the same thing.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” said Amy, wiping the last strand of cum from her chin. “My husband won’t mind us messing the master bedroom.”

“Well, well, lead the way, bitch,” Tyrone slapped her buttocks.

The four of them stepped into the confines of the house, taking along their coveralls; Booker closed the glass door behind them. Up the stairs they went with Amy leading the way into the master bedroom. Amy was fraught with horniness, the likes she ought to be ashamed of ever having. Like other couples, for years and years, she and Dave had talked about finding her a suitable trio of black men to make her into a slut. Their choice has always been black men; Amy was never inclined towards having any other white men aside from her husband sticking his white prick inside her. There was a lot of eroticism when it comes to being fucked by black men. She had a couple of friends, married just like her, who’ve as well gone the black way and they too had confessed about it being such an amazing experience they’ve never tuned their minds and body from it ever since. Dave was the one always exercising caution, even though he too desired seeing his wife being made a black man’s slut more than anything. A lot of times he’d begged his friend Miles to connect him to Tibbs, but of that Miles had been reluctant. Well, he won’t need bother about that from now on, thought Amy.

***

The boys were ready for a second round with her.

They left the coveralls in a pile by the doorway then threw her on the bed and one of them - Booker - ate her pussy while Jones and Tyrone stood either side of her face and thrust their cock into her mouth almost simultaneously. Her hands wrapped on both cocks, stroking their girth, Amy took turns sucking one thick pair of black cock after another. She kept on stroking their shaft, never once losing focus as she concentrated on the other while her lower body moved and squirmed from the slippery tongue of their colleague feasting on her pussy. Her moans rose and fell with her smacking lips. Booker went on slipping his tongue back and forth on her cunt’s entrance. His hands held her buttocks up to his face as he buried his nose inside her pussy. He held lowered her butt, balanced one leg across his shoulder to get better access to her anus, which he resumed fingering while his lips concentrated on her pussy. Amy’s body responded to his ministrations; her hips kept pushing her cunt further towards his face.

“I need ... Oh God, I need to feel a black cock right now!” she exclaimed.

Tyrone and Jones couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yo, brother, you’re slacking!” said Tyrone at Booker. “Better give this bitch her medicine before we cum on her face again.”

“Fuck you, nigger!” Booker shared their amusement. “I’ve got this pussy here.”

He got up from where he lay and stroked his cock back to full erection. He lifted her legs open as he inched further and pressed his cock into her cunt’s warm hole. Tyrone and Jones pulled away to watch their colleague go to work. Booker pressed himself against Amy, his arms curled under her buttocks to grasp her ass cheeks while his hips pounded his cock deep into her. Amy screamed and hollered as she received the brash impact of the bull’s cock swelling her pussy. An explosion seemed to occur inside her head. The tremors went all over her body as she was gasping harder. Her breath stuttered like she was holding on for life. Her hands wrapped over his sweaty shoulders while their bodies bounced and slammed against each other. Tyrone and Jones grabbed her legs and further held it open, both of them sniggered and urged their friend to go on, fuck that pussy ... pound that shit ... look like the bitch about to pass out.

Amy must have passed out when a second climax hit her chest but she couldn’t tell for how long. She was still moaning and gasping when her eyes came open and she saw Jones now had his cock buried inside her.

He pulled her up from the bed, held her body against his. Amy wrapped her arms around his neckline and shook her hips against his thighs, wanting more of his dick, loving the exquisite tingle it gave her as she felt it brush against her cervix. Jones grasped her ass cheeks and slapped them hard enough to make her yelp. He fell on his back, taking her along.

“Go ahead, ride that black cock, bitch!”

“Bounce that ass like you want to!”

One of the bulls - Tyrone - stood beside her and guided her head towards his crotch. She found his cock and was still biting her lips from the groaning frenzy that was upon her as she fought to suck his prick. Her ass kept bouncing on Jones’ dick; he slapped her butt cheeks repeated to urge her on. He raised his thighs and held her down while he pumped his cock harder and faster inside her; Amy’s mouth came off Tyrone’s cock and she screamed a litany of curses as she galaxy of stars exploded inside her womb.

She felt like falling off him, but Jones held her down; both of them gasping like two boxers who’d just gone an entire bout and no winner had turned out.

“Yo, Booker,” Jones called out to his colleague. “You found something on that bed stand?”

“Oh yeah, I found the bitch’s lube tube. Keep holding her down.”

Amy tried to look over her shoulder at the approaching figure that was Booker. He came up on the bed and pressed his hand down on her backside as he lowered himself behind her. Alarm came on her face when she realised what was about to happen. Amy had never actually been buggered before, although Dave practised it on her with her black dildo. She’d always talked about wanting some black bull to take her anal cherry for real, though never knew if ever she would carry it out ... until now. The thought of what was about to happen excited as well frightened her.

“Wait! Let’s not ... please!”

She cried out as Booker poured lotion over her ass, rubbing much of it on her anus region. She fought to be free but Jones’s grip on her prevented her from such; Tyrone too came and held her legs to the bed. It was useless to struggle. Booker lowered himself with his black prick facing down on her like a pointed spear. Amy tensed. A second later her body shook; her features contorted into a frown as she felt the head of his prick pierce her anal orifice. She reached for Tyrone’s hand and bit down on it as her screaming fit filled the room.

UHHHGGGGHHH ... AWWWUUUGGGGHHHH ... SHIT-SHIT-SHIIITTTT!

Booker gasped from her tightness. He too groaned through his teeth as he slid inch after inch into her anus. He stopped when he felt comfortable and balanced himself over her. All that was between his dick and Jones’s was a thin membrane. Tyrone let go of Amy’s legs and went rifling through the pockets of his coverall and unearthed a digital camera. He began taking snapshots of his colleagues tearing their way through Amy’s cunt and ass. He came to the front of the bed and ordered Amy to suck his cock, stifling her moaning frenzy somewhat. He took snapshots of her mouth wrapped around his cock.

There was exquisite pain where Booker had penetrated her, but as he and his buddy kept on double-pounding her, the pain gradually reduced and gave way to pleasure. She began moving her buttocks against them. Booker pulled hard on her hair and gummed his lips to hers. He and Jones fucked her ass and cunt to a rhythm, both taking turns at ramming her when it needed. Booker’s moment came upon him minutes later and he pulled out of her in time and sprayed her buttocks with his cum. He rubbed some of it with his shaft and came to the front of the bed and offered it to her to clean off while Tyrone handed him the camera and took the place he’d just left.

For Amy, it felt like the longest day she’d ever had. Where she’d gotten used to one thick cock, another took its place. The bulls took turns for the next hour fucking every hole in her body. They turned her over in reverse, this time with Jones underneath, this time fucking her anus while Booker and Jones took turns thrusting into her cunt. Amy lost count the number of climaxes she had, and her voice already had turned sore and croaky from her unending moans and screams.

Jones was still fucking her ass when Tyrone pulled out of her pussy and poured his cock like rain over her face. Booker had the camera in his hand and took snapshots of the moment. Booker and Jones both came inside her cunt and anus respectively. The boys were roaring with laughter when they left her on the bed to stew while they ribbed and jostled and slapped each other’s shoulder as they each waited their turn to use the shower.

“Damn! Now that’s some hot pussy!”

“Loved it when you came over her face, Ty! That was some crazy shit you did!”

“Yeah, and you wished you’d have done it before, haven’t you.”

“Fuck yeah, that was cool. We could use that on the next white bitch that calls for us.”

More laughter.

“Always bitches around wanting some black dick! They want it more than they want a glass of water.”

“Good thing we’ve got that white boi sales rep to help out. That white boi sure seemed to know his job.”

Amy’s thoughts were clouded with delirium as she listened to them laugh and converse while they used her bathroom. Her body ached all over; the room carried the sweet smell of cum, sweat and everything else. She half raised herself from the bed and her eyes gazed about the room, at the rumbled look of the bed. She reached a hand tentatively over her crotch; it felt like her pussy was still on fire. Her labia felt stretched. She dipped three fingers into her cunt, loved the feel of it.

The bathroom door was half open, enough for her to make out the three bulls still laughing and talking inside with the shower still running. She struggled to move her feet off the bed, it was too hard for her. Tyrone was the first out of the bathroom, his body dotted with water, drying himself with a hand towel.

“You okay, babe,” he said to her.

Amy nodded, laughed. She was now seated on the edge of the bed.

“Still shaky. You boys sure took me around the world.”

“Holler on us next time so we’ll finish the job,” he said. “Next time, we’ll take you to the moon.”

At that moment someone’s phone started ringing. Tyrone riffled through his colleague’s coverall pockets and unearthed Jones’ phone. Jones stepped out of the bathroom with water dripping off his body to answer the call. He laughed and spoke a few words and told whomever he was talking to that they’ll soon be out before hanging up.

“Who that was?” said Booker, stepping out of the bathroom to join them.

“That was D,” said Jones. “The nigger say he out by the truck. We best better get to moving.”