Chicago Trip
By Green

Tracy and I had dated for over two years, our Junior and
sophomore years in college.  Tracy got an internship in
Chicago for the summer.  I stayed back in Michigan to catch
up on two classes but took them at an accelerated pace so
that I had six weeks off before the fall sessions started.
I planned on joining her for a couple weeks presuming her
roommate (assigned to her from another college) did not mind
before going home to rest up for the last year of
undergraduate school.

Tracy had always been faithful during our relationship.  She
was not promiscuous in nature anyway.   I had been her
fourth lover.  I had strayed whenever my studies and work
provided the time but finally had decided to settle down and
try being monogamous with her.  The irony of who was the
last one to settle down was not lost on me.  I am an average
looking guy with a body consistent with the heavy mileage I
ran each week.  She was an absolute knockout.  At 5'9" tall
she was nearly my height and voluptuous build.  She was a
size-7 with a wonderful c-cup build of 37-25-34
(approximate, it is not like I ever measured).  Her thighs
and backside had the look of a young woman that spent a lot
of time on a Stairmaster.  She wore her shiny jet-black hair
shoulder length and cut away from her naturally tanned face
and large almond sized green eyes.  She was a mix of Asian,
German and Italian.  She looked mostly Italian with her
height and frame from her German genes and the Asian showed
through just a little and gave her quit an exotic look.  I
was one of four guys that knew where else her Asian genes
showed up, ha-ha, she had very little body hair and her
woman juices flowed like water when she got aroused.  I
think most woman are (I guess like most men) general the
same in their private areas. you know, small-medium to
medium plus. She was small down there; noticeably tight.
Growing up in a mostly black school system I thought my
penis was small (I later learned the physical fact that some
races shrink up when flaccid more than others, of course,
speaking in generalities) but once I started having
girlfriends found out my erection was medium plus.  This
made sex with her that much better. There was no such thing
as a quickie with her.  I needed to get her aroused before
sex and needed to take a few minutes with her with gentle
penetration before I could "fuck" her.  She preferred
lovemaking, which is mostly what we engaged in but every now
and again..

Anyway, I had not seen her for the entire 8-week semester.
I called to let her know that I would be there the following
week just a day after my last final.  I also told her how
thankful I was that she had been patient with me and that I
knew that she knew I had played around a little during our
relationship.  I told her that those days were behind me.
That I finally had matured enough to understand what I had
with her and was ready to settle down.  I informed her in a
matter of fact tone that I had not even went out the bars
with the guys let alone date the entire time she was gone.
I had decided to take the last step a few months back but
wanted to prove it to myself before sharing this with her.
I expected a positive response. Instead, there was a long
pause, a very long pause.  "Tracy, are you happy with this?"
I asked after nearly a minute of dead air.  We went back and
forth without her confirming that she was happy to hear
this.  We ended the conversation with the fact that we would
talk when I got there.  She did let me know that she was
happy that I would be there for a couple of weeks or so and
that since her and her roommate had a two bedroom apartment
that me staying there the entire time would be okay.

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what the lack of
response could have meant.  All I could figure, and I got
this from discussion of it with one of my roommates, is that
she had taken the opportunity to have an affair or to date
around a little while we were apart.  After all, I had not
been monogamous.    It was the perfect opportunity to "sow
her wild oats" or whatever, something growing up in Iowa had
never provided her a chance to do.  Heck, even if it had it
was just not her way. She was after all, the naturally
innocent type.  For many reasons I did not seem to care that
much.  I was deciding to be monogamous simply to please her.
I had no intention of getting married until I was at least
thirty.  Besides, I was still going to be sharing a room
with her when I got there.  So, it was not like she broke up
with me over the phone.  Hell, the whole thing intrigued me.
I couldn't wait to hammer the last exam and get to Chicago
to see what was up.

After the last test I took off like a bat out of hell for
Chicago getting there in five hours.  I got there that
Friday evening.  I settled in quickly to "our" room getting
a chance to get "my dick wet" twice with her before even
starting the process of catching up on the last couple
months.  Of course, we went through all the chit-chat about
her work and my school and made plans on when I could see
where she worked and what I would do when she was at work
(be tourists all day long! Chicago is a great place to visit
any time let alone the end of summer).  She seemed very
different.  She had really grown by being out in the "work
force" in a distant big city (five hours from campus).  The
thing that really seemed different was that she carried
herself with much more confidence.  She was a little worldly
now.

When we came out of the room her roommate was in the kitchen
making dinner.  She was making dinner for all of us.  Her
roommate, Chia, was from Los Angeles and was equal to Tracy
in the looks department.  Chia was as tall as I was, a
couple inches taller than Tracy was, and either a dark
Hispanic woman or cocoa skinned African woman.  The
description depended on which heritage she claimed since she
was half Hispanic and half African-American.  Chia wore her
black hair short and straight back of her beautiful head.
She was very thin.  She ran track at her college, middle
distances, and had the body for it.  Don't get me wrong, she
was a very attractive woman!  She was sleek, lithe and had
cat-quick looking sinewy muscles everywhere I could see.
She was wearing short-shorts and skin-tight t-shirt.  Her
rounded breasts didn't need a bra.  She may have been an
a-cup and had the legs of woman able to run a series of sub
2-minute 800M intervals but she seemed every bit as sexy as
Tracy.  She had a smile that lite up the room and easy, "I
am queen of the world" confidence that I immediately
gathered had wore off on Tracy over the last two months.

We had dinner and got to know each other and then decided to
go out clubbing that night.  Of course that is what we
decided to do.  It was Friday and we were college students!

We got dressed up clothing for a hot summer night out and
went to a place called "Tonight".  Chia had put on a
surprisingly neon orange summer dress and Tracy wore a lite
green summer dress that clung to her angles like a paint job
in all the right places.  Tracy and I had not even begun to
have our follow up "talk" (to her hesitation, lack of
response to my declaration) and we never did.  As it turned
out we never needed to.  I just welcomed myself into her
Chicago world and found out everything I needed to know as
we went along.  I had dressed in typical yuppie college
clothes that I thought would be fine. Heck, it was good
stuff.  It was for certain types of places.  But "Tonight"
was a hip-hop dance place and I think I looked like a nerd.
Well, okay, I do not think I looked like a nerd, I did.
Everyone there, except me with my "college preppie"
appearance looked like professional types (you know, middle
class or above business types) dressed out a GQ.  Other than
one bartender I was the only white guy in the place.  Tracy
was one of only three white women.  The place was hip, neon
lite-up and had a fast and furious atmosphere.  There wasn't
anything like it back near campus in Ann Arbor.

It was a night of fast paced dancing and drinking.  I had
fun dancing with other woman and Tracy danced with quit a
few other men that knew her.  "Tonight" turned out to be
where Tracy and Chia went to most Friday nights and so Tracy
had gotten to know the "regulars".  She had even introduced
me to a couple of them.  She introduced me as her college
boyfriend and after introductions and brief greeting she
would go dance with them for a few songs.  I would either
have yet another drink or dance with one of the beautiful
black woman I was fortunate enough have gotten a "yes" out
of when I asked them to dance.

It was a blast and the beginning of a fun and wild two weeks
that involved the wildest sexual things I had ever done in
my life.  I got to have sex with Tracy a couple times a day.
I got to have sex with Chia a few times and twice got to
have a threesome with Chia and Tracy.  I also got to
participate in a group setting once.  That incident is what
this story is about.

At closing time we went to a 24-hour breakfast place.  There
were four of us.  Chia brought along her choice for the
night. His name was David.  He was an affable but very
dominating fellow that towered over me.  Well, I was pretty
impaired yet fully functional.  I think he was in the same
physical state as I.  Chia and Tracy seemed the sober ones
of the four of us since they had danced so often and freely
though they had had enough to drink to be giddy and silly.

I think I took the evening on the turn that took me on a
wild ride with a joke aimed at my new lawyer friend, "a
black guy named Dave eh?"   Being a little intoxicated
everyone laughed at the silly joke but really laughed when
he replied that his real name was "Kemutabah" and added,
"but I go by Dave because my white clients feel a lot more
comfortable with that."

It was a fun conversation that we were having over breakfast
when this juncture took place.  Dave took over the situation
at this point and I credit him with making the whole wild
night happen.  He continued, "so, either Chia has a taste
for vanilla or Tracy for chocolate, which is it?"  Chia said
in a sultry voice, "it's all good."  This brought on another
round of laughter as much from the comment as way she
delivered it.  The lite-hearted deliveries continued during
the discussion of the rainbow of race but there was a twist
to the conversation.  I had never been in just a free
flowing get together but could sense it.  It was clear that
there were two guys and two girls at the table.  But to
David it was not clear who was going to pair up with whom.
I was a nave to this type of thought but had enough street
smarts to see that he was either keeping the options open or
was trying to get them open.  Keep in mind that the things
that happened on my stay in Chicago that I listed above had
not happened yet.  This was the first and the wildest.

"You ever been with a black man?" Dave directly and abruptly
asked Tracy at this point.  This would have been a question
too direct but from him and his very domineering personality
it seemed normal.  He had personality similar to that of
Chia, it was his world and he could ask anybody anything.
"That is personal information", Tracy responded.  The way
she said it caught my attention.  If you understood my
personality and outlook on life you would understand my
follow up.  See, this was the summer of '98, two years ago,
but if I could go back in time I would fit right into the
60's, you know, flower power and each to their own.  I took
her response as a "yes" and wanted to know more.  Dave took
it as a "yes" as well.  Man, he did not play around and his
questions, though delivered gently and comfortably,
reflected his controlling personality and profession of a
lawyer - he cut right to the point.   Though Dave deserves
credit for making such a wild night happen I think I did one
thing that was critical to keeping everything fun and on the
surface.  Before Dave asked another question I had felt
Tracy slide her hand over to my thigh.  I took her hand and
gave it a reassuring squeeze.  I leaned over and kissed
Tracy on the cheek and whispered into her ear, "so glad to
see you again, I missed you so much."  I had paused for a
brief moment after that and then kissed her gently again.
Then I continued, "we are in Chicago, let's have the time of
our lives." It did not come out as I intended but she seemed
to understand what I was saying, "it's all good", as Chia
had said earlier. Let's have fun, no regrets and all of
that.  I felt her hand that was tense on my thigh, relax and
go soft and could see her face relax as well.

"Was it just a booty call or have you ever date a black
guy?" Dave continued.  Tracy responded, the moment of
tenseness past, "I have never had a booty call."  Dave
somehow took the conversation back to a very casual tone.
We all talked like friends about relationships and what we
are looking for.  Essentially, all of us where happy with
our current lovers (Chia had a boyfriend back at college and
his girlfriend was out with her friends for the night) and
circumstances but agreed that things come and go and
besides, none of us planned on getting married in the next
few years though the time may come and may even happen with
our current lovers.  Tracy had said this pretty
matter-of-factly, a real change for her.  As opposed to
being jealous, simply not my nature - heck, the whole
concept seems so silly and confining, I joked to myself that
I had just wasted eight weeks of freedom, ha!

Anyway, Dave brought the conversation back to where he
wanted it.  (Sidebar:  Looking back, which I did before I
decided to write this it seems like Dave was a voyeur or
something like it and looked for opportunities to make
happen what he did that night.).  "Either of you woman ever
sleep with Mandigo?" Dave asked with a nonchalant air but
his eyes were very penetrating as he waited for a response.
Heck, that one went over my head.  When neither of them
responded he elaborated, "you know, the black myth."  Wow,
he was direct and more than a little curious.  At this
point, we were all done eating and sipping coffee.  I was
not sure why he was trying to brag - that is what I thought
he was trying to do at that point.  I thought it was clear
that we would all soon be back at the apartment with him
staying over.  The only question to be answered and, to me,
only for him, was which woman he would be with.  For a
couple of minutes I thought he was trying to let the woman
know he was hung.  That was not his angle though.

"That is just a myth", Chia said.  David laughed and turned
towards me and asked, "you ever been in a locker room with
black guys?"  I chuckled and said that I do not think it is
just a myth but that I didn't really know since I had not
slept with too many black men.  Of course, I said this as a
joke.  Everyone chuckled and took it as such (v. thinking I
was coming out of the closest).  Chia said that she had been
with all the races and was pretty sure it was a myth.  She
continued by pointing out that she had noticed a significant
difference in the size when flaccid though.  To my surprise
Tracy let out a nervous laugh at this comment.  "Well, that
laugh has a story to it" Dave said with a grin.  He looked
right at Tracy and waited for a response to his non-stated
question.  I do not recall her exact words at this point.  I
was pretty amazed at hearing her talk so sexually and openly
at this juncture and have to paraphrase for the story.
Tracy admitted to having been with a black man at this point
(I later found out that she had had her 5th, 6th, and 7th
lover - remember, I was her 4th -while in Chicago and all of
the men had been black) and that the first thing they did
was take a shower - they had went to a work out at a local
gym together - and was taken aback by his flaccid size.  She
said she was thinking about giving him a great blow job when
she was soaping up his penis and felt its size but that when
he got hard he was "normal" sized.  They wound up having sex
and she liked it.  She had not thought of his size again
until her next lover, also black, and remembered her first
impression of her first black lover when the second black
guy she had been with went flaccid after his first orgasm.
She said that when she held him to start the process all
over again she noticed his flaccid penis being large also.
Then, when he got hard she noticed that he was "normal" too.
Dave asked her what she thought "normal" was.  She
responded, affectionately touching my thigh at the same
time, "Dale (that's me) is normal to me, perfect to be
honest."  Dave asked her if she thought I was typical of
white guys.  Happily to me, she said, not exactly, he is an
inch or so bigger than the lovers I had before him.  I like
his size, it fills me up.

Dave really got interested at this point.  His questioning
got him information that really peaked his interest in
Tracy. he found out that I was only her fourth lover and
that had just recently had a sexual encounter with someone
that was not a long term boyfriend.  He had a look on his
face like, "ah, fresh blood."

"Well, there is more to the myth than just a difference in
the soft state.  Some races, well the black race, produces a
horse now and again", he chuckled, looked directly at Tracy
and continued, "well, more than now and again, you just
haven't gotten lucky yet."  At this point, Chia chimed in
after being quiet for the last ten minutes, "maybe so, but
it can hurt."  "Ha!" Dave said loud enough to get the
attention of those in the breakfast place to look over at
the noise.  "Thanks for coming clean my sister."  Man, Dave
was like a kid in a candy store at this point.  Like he had
just closed a big case.  Maybe he was good at his profession
of being a lawyer but at sales he could have been king.  He
got up and said "let's go to my place." Up until this moment
I thought he was conveying to the woman that he was hung.  I
thought he was doing this needlessly since it was clear that
he was going to get laid that night but I figured his angle
was to get Tracy interested in him and have her be his lover
for the night and for me to wind up with Chia (not a bad
idea in my book as I later discovered, damn, she had
skillz.).   Dave hailed a cab and as soon as we got in as if
sheep following their shepherd he used his cell to make a
call.  All I heard was, "wake up sleepy head, I am bringing
home a party."  He was talking to his roommate that he
rented out one of his three-bedroom condo rooms to.

We just settled into his plush living room when a rail thin,
dark as night Nigerian walked into the room with nothing on
but some jumbo sized basketball uniform pants on.  Dave
introduced him as Nile.  Nile said very little and seemed to
be in the process of waking up.  It turned out that he was
already awake.  He was an artist trying to make a living and
simply was off in his own world and said very little the
whole time.  He was awake and alert, it was just his nature
to be relaxed like his car had two gears, neutral and first
gear.  After friendly introductions, Dave got out a bong and
we all started taking hits.  I was along for the ride and
having fun.  I had plenty of money in my pocket for cab fare
and no one had anything responsibilities the next day.  Yep,
it was time to get high.

We all took the next fifteen minutes to get a buzz going
that we maintained for the rest of the night.  After
everyone got their buzz going the conversation picked up
again.

Dave took things back into the fun zone.  He looked at me, I
guess out of respect, to make sure I did not have any
negative vibes over him sitting next to Tracy as he moved to
the couch and sat right next to her.  He quickly moved his
around her shoulders and gave her a gentle kiss on the face.
"I am going to rock your world tonight and that is all I
wanted in return", referring to the little peck on the
check.  He got up and went in to the kitchen to return a
couple minutes later with a bottle of Hennessey and a
chilled glass.  He sat across the room as if at a theater.
I was a little lost at this point having thought Dave was
alluding to the fact that he was all that in prior
conversations.  "Come on Nile, let's get the show open",
Dave said with a chuckle.

Nile laughed and lazily stood up and went into his room.  I
did not know what was happening yet did not care.  Dave had
lite up another big spleef and the girls on the couch and me
on a nearby recliner was enjoying it.   Just about half way
through it Nile returned to the room dressed in a street
version of a hockey outfit. he had put black eye on and
everything (black eye more for the glare of an outdoor
baseball game but I guess it was part of his outfit?!).  He
put a tape into the stereo system and boom, it was a high
paced dance song ideal for stripping.  He stood in front of
the girls on the couch and started his show.  He seemed to
be natural talented at this and based upon how casually he
went through his routine it seemed like he must do it at
least part time for money.  He was barefooted so the first
thing he got rid of was the jersey.  His showed off his
muscular and wiry frame, which we had already seen but not
in motion, for a while and then started to peel off his
"hockey pants".  Suddenly the little joke hit me and I
laughed.  His outfit was that of the New Jersey team, get
it? The "devils".  Okay, I guess it didn't warrant a laugh
but remember I was pretty buzzed and little things seem big
time funny in that condition.  He turned around and peeled
off the pants and did the proverbial hydraulic paced shaking
of his butt for the girls for a short while before turning
around to gyrate in front of them.  He had the athleticism
of a gazelle with his movements.  When he turned around he
sure got the girls attention.  His jock strap obviously had
been stuffed with a small pillow for affect but I guess when
it comes to shows that costumes enhancements are part of it.

Nile danced in his jock strap facing the girls for the last
minute of the dance tune coming out of the stereo and when
it was done he stepped up to them as if to get some dollar
bills tucked in his strap.  Chia played along and reached
for her purse for some singles and tucked a couple of them
in as another song started.  Nile continued his routine for
a couple of minutes and then teased the girls, repeatedly
starting to pull his jock off but then letting it snap back
without taking it down.  Chia got the hint and took out a
five-dollar bill and tossed it on the "stage".  Continuing
to dance he looked down and then shook his head "no".  I
pulled a twenty and gave it to Tracy.  She tossed it on the
stage and that brought a smile to his face.  I think it was
go with that amount.  He turned around and so that his back
side was facing them and then peeled it off as slowly as he
could.  "Holy.", I started to say but did not finish.  The
girls could not see what I could see given their vantage
point.  I was absolutely amazed.  His cock was not normal.
The only thing I have seen similar to it are the enhanced
pictures you can find on "massivecocks.com"!!!

Then Nile did a 180 dance spin in the air and there he was
in all his glory for the girls to take in.  They both
brought their hands up to their mouth reflexively and sat
back deep into the couch as if hit by a sonic boom.

"You can touch it" Nile said in his deep, quiet voice to
whomever would be the first taker.  Neither moved, they
seemed hypnotized by his cock.  Both of them simply staring
wide-eyed, scared and enthralled simultaneously.  Chia moved
first but not for herself.  "I am not going near that
monster," Chia said as she grabbed Tracy by the wrist and
brought her hand out to the "thing".  "Oh come on now, just
do him," Dave said jokingly but impatiently.  Chia moved to
the far side of the couch and then moved over to me and sat
on my lap.  She had left Tracy to the experience.

Tracy had grabbed a hold of Nile's cock with her hand.  He
was moving slowly sensually moving his cock through her
hand. "Go ahead, use the other one too," Nile instructed and
Tracy obeyed.  He continued to move seductively between her
hands.  Tracy then put her mouth on the end of it.  She
could not get her mouth around it but used her tongue and
lips to get the head wet.  It was a pretty sexy vision.  He
was a pretty horny guy given how often he must get laid.  He
was already dripping precum and it made stray strands
connected by his cock head and Tracy's lower lip and tongue.
Impossibly, he was getting bigger as he was getting harder.

"You like this?" Chia whispered to me obviously feeling my
erection as she was cuddling with me on my lap.  I felt her
soft bubbled butt grind into my hard erection.  I did not
need to response.

Apparently, Nile was not really planning on making this an
all night event.  He enjoyed Tracy's wet hand job for a few
minutes then directed her with his hands on her shoulders to
stand up.  Nile took less than a minute to disrobe Tracy and
then moved to embrace her as he kissed her.  I cannot
imagine how big Nile was since I really do not have
reference point. But, he must have been in the area of a
foot in length.  I guess this because as they were kissing
he had positioned his cock between her legs and there was
over a half foot sticking out as if she had been stabbed by
a sword and it was coming through her body.  He was humping
her crotch with his cock and either he was dripping an
amazing amount of precum or she was very, very wet by all
this because the top of his cock was wet and glistening
after a couple of strokes.  I knew Tracy loved this because
I do it to her myself.  She loves it when I stroke my cock
between her lips, running the back side of it through her
pussy lips and over her clit for a while before entering
her.  He was doing it with the top of his cock but it seemed
to be a facsimile of the foreplay she loves so much.

They continued this foreplay for quit a while as their
kissing became quit passionate.  Next, Nile showed how
flexible he was. "Put it in" he directed as he arched his
back like a cat and dipped downward to position his cock
head against her vulva. She reached around behind her butt
and put the end of her fingers on his cock head.
Apparently, it was properly positioned at her entranced, "be
gentle," Tracy said.  Nile pushed up with his legs and Tracy
let out a gasp as she wrapped both arms tightly around
Niles' shoulders.  Nile was pushing in and out with very
short strokes likely intended to let her adjust to his
width, which was as impressive as his outsized length.
"Careful, its too big for me" Tracy said.  Nile took a hold
of both her ass cheeks and lifted Tracy off the ground and
set her down on the couch.  He sat her ass on the edge of
the couch and kneeled down on to the carpeting.  Man, what a
sexy site this was.  Nile spread her legs open and Tracy put
her hands down on the outer lips of her pussy.  She was
spreading the natural lubricant the two of them were
generating around his shaft, the nearly 8-9 inches that he
was not even putting in with his 3-4 inch strokes.  Sweat
beads were on Tracy's forehead and her breathing was short
and in gasps.  She would make a gasping noise with every
inhale that she was instinctively timing with his inward
thrust and then make a moaning noise almost a sound of
relief whenever he would pull it out to the head.

"Are you going to fuck her or what?" Dave asked Nile.  "This
is enough," Tracy answered for him.  Nile back at Dave and
they engaged in some type of nonverbal communication as Dave
nodded.  Dave got up and took one of the cushions from the
couch and set it down on the floor just a few feet from Chia
and I.  Nile then picked Tracy back up and then set her down
with her back squarely in the middle of the cushion.  Dave
sat at our feet and took a hold of Tracy's wrist and pulled
her arms back over her head.  Nile resumed his short little
thrust into Tracy.  Dave was holding Tracy in place though
she was not squirming.  "Okay, get re." Nile thrust in a few
inches before finishing his statement to Tracy.  "Aaaarhh,"
Tracy screamed at over half of his cock thrust into her
small pussy.  I am telling you that he was one thick cocked
guy.  Tracy had experienced 7 inches before - mine - and
though it "filled" her up she did not react like this.  It
was his width that was tearing her up at this point.
"Please stop, it is too big" Tracy pleaded.  Nile seemed to
be deaf at this point or simply too into it to care.  He was
thrusting rapidly in and out of her with each thrust going
past the half way of his cock.  Even though he had been
fucking her hard for a couple straight minutes her pussy
simply could not adjust to his side.  Tracy was literally
squealing and was trying to buck her hips free of him.  Nile
held her hips firmly in place with his strong hands though
and continued to hammer away.  Her pussy lips were so
tightly pulled by his width that it seemed like part of the
inside of her pussy was coming out with his withdrawing
motion.  And then her vulva would follow his cock inside of
her nearly an inch with his half foot thrust.  I could see
her arching backside down as Nile attempted to thrust in a
little firmer to deny him clear access.  He was dripping
sweat now and had the look of being intensely focused.  He
seemed driven to get his nut.  He reach for her ankles at
this point of her pushing her butt down into the cushion and
spread her legs apart and moved her legs up against her
chest.  This was another amazing view.  I could see her
pussy lips going in and out an inch as he went in and out
over a half of foot and then a full nine inches in and out
rapidly and fiercely.  She let out a screech  loud enough to
prompt Dave to let go of one of her wrist and to cover her
mouth when Nile pushed in past the half way point towards
the three quarter point of his cock.  He seemed to run smack
into a wall with the thrust likely hitting the bottom of her
pussy and being physically forced to not go any further.  He
ripped into at this depth for over a minute fully bring his
cock all the way out to the middle of the head and then
sliding forcefully back into the much too tight pussy.
"Dave, this is the tightest pussy you ever brought me." Nile
said and before he seemed to complete his thought he grunted
something and then pulled out his massive cock and let go
three full spurts of his cum that shot in and high arc and
landed onto Tracy's breast area.  "Man, that was a good show
Nile, let's have another joint", Dave said as the two of
them got up and went over to the couch to share a freshly
rolled one.




