Hit Me With Your Black Cock Note: This story immediately follows the events in Solomon King.
The jeep cherokee skidded off the road, over a snow bank, its side
slamming into a tree. Sam cursed and shivered as snow blew in the
shattered back window of his stolen car. His new body wasn't keeping out
the cold and if he didn't find shelter soon, he would be in deep shit.
Sam had never felt a cold so penetrating in his life. As a navy seal in
training, he had knelt in freezing cold water until the instructor told
him he could stand. As a homeless man, he had shivered on the streets of
LA in winter. Yet somehow, this felt worse.
Sam opened the door cursing as a blast of cold snowy air smacked him in
the face. He walked through the snow around the jeep, looking for a
coat, blanket, or anything, but it was practically empty.
Sam looked over to the road. He had come to an intersection and slid
across the road into a copse of trees. Sam checked the road he had come
from for any signs of pursuit, but he didn't see any head lights down
any of the roads.
Sam walked around to the back of the jeep and looked at the license
plate. It said North Dakota. He looked back out at the road and saw the
headlights.
It had appeared out of nowhere through the haze of the snow. Sam turned
and ran through the snow, waving at the car, but it drove on by.
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"Harold, stop the car," said Jessica Loomis. "There was man back there."
"Ok ok," said Harold, "but I can't promise I'll get her going again."
Harold applied pressure to the breaks turning the wheel into the skid of
the tires. After fish-tailing for a minute, the car came to a stop and
he through it into reverse.
The back door opened and Harold saw his wife's eyes open wide as the
largest black man he had ever seen climbed into the back seat. "Jesus
buddy, your not even wearing a coat."
"Yeah. tell me about it," said the black man. "Thanks for stopping."
"Shame about your jeep," said Harold looking out the window. "I'm
Harold, this is my wife Jessica."
Sam looked at the woman and smiled. She was a real cutie. She looked
slightly chubby, but in all the right places. A very tan face was framed
by long straight brown hair. She looked about twenty. "Funny you don't
look Jewish," she said looking at his chest.
Sam looked down at the name tag on his uniform. It read Sol, which was
the guards first name. "It's short for Solomon," he said. Sam Kingston
liked the sound of it. Dr Foster had said he was as smart as King
Solomon.
Sam Kingston was gone. He would need a new identity. Solomon King, that
would be his new name, A new name to start a new life in a new, improved
body.
"What's your story Solomon?" asked Jessica.
Solomon looked at her pretty face and felt his cock growing. The damn
thing was insatiable.
"I'm a guard at a plant nearby and since I have off the next two days, I
didn't want to be stuck at work, so I decided to risk the storm. How
about you two, your both too tan to have been stuck in North Hit Me With Your Black Cock try.
Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady.
"Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the
pool.
Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.
"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.
This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.
"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."
She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.
"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."
Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you
need to wear something a little sexier."
Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm,"
"Ike," he said.
"Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything
else."
"Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."
Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink.
"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.
No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.
Go put this on," he said handing her a box.
She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."
"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added,
"Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved
more marriages then a marriage councilor."
"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.
Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.
Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.
Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.
Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.
Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders
He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the
cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."
Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson.
The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
proper for a thirty year old, Black Cock Suckers Black Dick Chicks to even suggest
it. Now, the black guy had ordered her to do it and she hadn't even
hesitated.
He laid back on the bed and Jessica kneeled over him, bringing her lips
close to his penis. She wrapped them around the head and sucked him into
her mouth. This was something he had always dreamed of and he felt his
penis finally start to respond.
"Harder Jessica, harder," said Solomon.
Jessica obeyed picking up speed. Harold had always worn a condom when
they fooled around and the pleasure he felt from having his bare penis
in her hot, wet mouth and he cried, "Suck me honey, suck my cock." The
black man laughed interrupting Harold's first blow job "What's so
funny?"
Solomon laughed again. "That ain't a cock. It doesn't even come close."
"What do you mean?" asked Harold.
"This is a cock." With one swift motion the black man pulled his
trousers down freeing the biggest, blackest penis Harold had ever
imagined. "That little thing is a little boy's penis."
Harold felt his penis shrivel in his wife's mouth. She had stopped
sucking as she stared in awe at Solomon's cock. The thing had to be at
least a foot long, thick as a wrist, with a big black plum sized head. A
huge pair of balls dangled almost half way to his knees. Not only had
Harold's penis lost it's erection, but he felt it shrinking as his balls
retreated into his scrotum, just like they did in cold water.
Solomon kicked off his pants and stood naked, his cock pointing right at
Harold making him feel inferior. "What are you doing? I said no
touching."
"I'm just going to jerk off as I watch you fuck your lovely wife," said
Solomon sitting back down.
"Jesus Harold, fuck me," said Jessica still staring in awe at the black
man's cock.
Another surprise, Jessica had never used the word "fuck" in her life.
Now she was mounting him, whimpering as an erection still failed to
materialize. "Please Harold, I need to get fucked," she moaned. "I need
a cock."
"You need a cock," said Solomon standing and walking over to the bed. "I
can give you a cock, it's black, so it will give you what you need.
"No way," said Harold.
"P-please Harold," she pleaded. "Just let me touch it. I've never seen a
cock before."
Solomon looked down at her. She was reaching for his cock without even
waiting for her husband's permission. Jessica wrapped her fingers around
the head of his cock and Solomon sighed. This couple had been nice to
him, even saving his life, but there was no way he wasn't going to fuck
her now.
Jessica was completely infatuated with his cock. She was measuring it
with her hands, lifting it to examine his balls. Solomon took a step
forward so that his cock slid along her cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum
from her chin to her ear.
Solomon grabbed the back of her head and pulled her nose into his
crotch. Jessica closed her eyes and moaned as she took a big whiff.
Jessica pulled back and looked up at him. Her lips trembled as she
leaned forward and kissed the head. She kept her Interracial Porn Pics
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she slowly pulled the gown down until her bra covered breasts were
revealed. Then she pulled it down further over her thin waist until her
sexy stomach was revealed and the dress was pulled down to her hips. She
kept the train on her head. He took a lot of shots of her topless like
that and then told her to pull the dress all the way off. She obeyed him
smiling and posing for the camera as she stripped down to the lingerie.
"I bet your husband doesn't even know what a sexy wife he has," said Ike
pulling her dress out of the way. Now lay down on the bed on your back.
Kelly wasn't doing this for her husband any more. She was doing this for
herself. It made her feel special as she laid down on the bed. Ike bent
over and parted her legs slightly and bent one of her knees up. He then
kneeled at the foot of the bed and took some pictures of her body lying
down.
Ike's cock was starting to hurt as he looked at her pussy slit revealed
by the crotchless panties. He snapped some pictures of her pussy and
grinned when he noticed it was glistening with moisture. "Put the mask
back on and pretend your asleep," he said already pulling his cock back
out as she covered her eyes. He took a lot of pictures of his dark cock
superimposed over her white body and for a finale he pulled her legs
apart and took several pictures of his twelve inch dick pointing right
at her open pussy.
Kelly felt cold air on her crotch and realized she was showing off her
vagina. She quickly squeezed her legs closed and pulled off the mask.
Ike was fiddling with a camera again and hadn't even noticed. She
breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now lean forward and let one of your bra straps hang down," he said
turning back to her with a camera in hand.
Kelly compiled and the bra strap fell down far enough that her breast
popped out. She raised her hand to pull her bra back up.
"Stop," said Ike practically drooling at the sight of her fat, inch long
nipple. "Lets show your husband that big nipple."
Kelly willingly complied with his order. Her nipples were rock hard and
they were rubbing against the lacy material of the bra, irritating her.
"Spread your fingers over those beautiful boobs so that your nipple is
between your fingers." Ike watched Kelly comply. "Your husband is going
to love these picures. Now show him your other tit." Ike watched her
remove the entire bra, exposing her nipples to the air. Never had he
dreamed she would willingly go this far.
"How wild are you wiling to get?" Ike asked her.
"I'm not ready to quit yet," she replied.
"Bring one of your nipples up to your mouth," he said grinning as she
did it. "Now lick one of your nipples." He ran behind the video and
zoomed in on her upper body. Kelly hesitated and then kissed her own
nipple.
"You've got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Ike said.
"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked.
"Fuck yeah," he said pointing at his crotch,
"Look what you're doing to me.
Kelly frowned at his language and looked down at his shorts. They bulged
out obscenely. It looked like he had stuffed a baseball bat and two
baseballs under his shorts. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Look how hard my cock is," he replied.
"That can't be real."
"Trust me it's real, real huge."
"I don't believe you," she said staring at his crotch.
"I'll prove it," he said pulling his shorts down before she could
protest. He held his cock a foot away from her face as he pressed the
remote like crazy, capturing all the fear, awe, and disbelief written on
her face.
"I don't believe it," she said staring in awe at his fat black
monstrosity. It was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The head was
as big as a plum and his balls actually were as big as baseballs. His
testicles hung down almost halfway to his knees. His penis was
frightening.
"You can touch it if you want to, but hurry we have to finish up."
Kelly couldn't stop her hands from reaching out to touch his massive
penis. She cupped his balls with one hand surprised at their weight. She
squeezed the head of his cock and watched a drop of liquid ooze out of
the tip. The drop of liquid was almost as much as one of her husband's
orgasms. She was wrong, his penis wasn't frightening, it was
magnificent.
"I don't see what the big deal is," said Ike snapping away on the
remote.
"Your gigantic. I didn't know penises got this big."
"Who me?" he asked. "I'm a little bigger then average," he said knowing
full well that no man he had ever met even came close to him in size.
"But your almost three times as big as my husband," she said suddenly
feeling cheated. It wasn't even the size of Ike's black penis that had
her feeling jealous, it was how hard it got. She had to squeeze her
husband's little penis tight just to get it hard enough to fit in her
vagina. Ike's penis was as hard as a baseball bat.
"You poor thing," he said stroking her hair. "You really don't know how
good sex can be until you've had a big fat cock in your pussy. I'm
surprised you even feel your husband's penis when he's in you. Tell you
what, suck on it and maybe I'll let you fuck me."
Kelly was so used to following Ike's orders that she was leaning forward
with her mouth open when she came to her senses.
Kelly reared back away from Ike's monster penis. She had been so
entranced by it, that she hadn't paid too much attention to what he was
saying. She had actually been about to put a man's penis in her mouth.
She'd never do that, not even with her husband. "I think we should quit
now," said Kelly. She held her arm across her breasts. She was suddenly
a little frightened of the photographer. She watched as Ike- with great
difficulty- stuffed his penis back into his shorts and she breathed a
sigh of relief when it was gone, but she also felt a deep sense of loss,
knowing that she would never see it again.
"Sorry Mrs Johnson," he said. "I'll just go bring up the pictures on the
computer and you can pick out which ones you want to show your husband.
Give me about fifteen minutes."
Kelly's stomach was fluttering when she went into the bathroom and threw
a robe on over he white lingerie. Her hands were shaking and she was
completely disgusted with herself. Something deep inside her had wanted
to put the young black man's penis in her mouth. She was mad at herself
for drinking too much and getting carried away, but mostly she was mad
at her husband. If Ike's penis was slightly above average, then her
husband's penis must be a pygmy or something. James had money and power,
but compared to Ike, he wasn't even half a man. She knew one thing
though, the image of that big black penis would forever be imprinted on
her brain.
"You can go look at the pictures now," said Ike returning from the den.
"They're even better then I'd hoped. I think we should show all of them
to your husband.
Well they better be good enough to give my worthless husband at least
one erection on our anniversary, thought Kelly as she headed out of the
room to her computer system.
James reloaded the camera's and changed the video tape. He then walked
over to the snobby bitches bed and hid the camera remote under the
pillows. He pulled his shorts and shoes off. He then laid down on the
big white bed completely nude and waited for the star of his show. Well,
the best supporting actress maybe, the star was between his legs.
Kelly sat down before the computer and looked at the pictures. She felt
bile rise in her throat when she saw the pictures. The screen was filled
with pornography. There was a giant black penis-just like Ike's- poised
behind some sluts rear end. What kind of a pervert had she let into her
house. Kelly was reaching for the phone to call the police when she saw
the next picture.
Her scream of horror echoed through the big mansion when she saw Ike's
big penis pointing down at her open mouth as she laid on the bed with
the mask on. Kelly screamed again, a little less loudly, and started to
cry. She erased the pictures and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't
hold her weight. What had she gotten herself into?
Fifteen minutes later, she Blacks On Blondes Trailers First Black Dick the black man. Harold grinned at the sight of his
sexy wife. "Jessica what are you doing?"
Jessica grinned back at him and unhooked her bra. "Just waiting for my
wonderful husband."
"But what about..." he said nodding his head out toward the couch.
"We'll just have to be quiet," she said sliding her panties off. "We've
had sex every night since getting married and I'm not ready to quit now.
Besides, I'm really horny right now. I don't no what's gotten into me."
Harold looked at his nude wife. She had the cutest face he had ever
seen. Her skin was a deep tan except for small patches around her
lightly colored nipples and on both sides of her pubic hair, which she
had shaved into a narrow strip. Jessica was one of those girls who
looked chubby because she was so short, but would have been considered
voluptuous if she were taller. She still looked fantastic in a bikini
and she had gotten her fair share of stares from men on the beach in the
Bahamas as her extra weight was concentrated in her ass and breasts.
Harold quickly stripped, his penis hardening as his wife came into his
arms. She grabbed his dick with her hand and led him over to the bed,
pulling him down on her.
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Solomon's keen hearing picked up every kiss and whisper in the bedroom.
He unbuttoned
his pants and pulled down the zipper freeing his big cock. He began
stroking himself off.
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Harold slipped a condom on an eased his penis into his wife's vagina and
she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist trying to pull him in
deep. "Wow, you are horny," he said. "I've never seen you this wet
before."
Suddenly an idea popped into Harold's mind. Jessica was shy and
conservative, so he was slowly breaking her in. He had taken her
virginity on their wedding night and was trying to get her to go a
little further each time they made love. He wanted to try everything
with his wife, oral, anal, bondage, but so far all he had managed was to
get her to read a sex story magazine.
Jessica had enjoyed the stories. Reading several over and over. One
bothered Harold because it was about a man with a ten inch penis and his
was only half that big. The second was about a woman who liked showing
off her body to strangers and he had talked Jessica into switching from
a modest one piece bathing suit to a skimpy g-string bikini. The stares
she got in the little bikini from the men on the beach really turned her
on.
"Jessica, I have an idea."
'What's that?" she asked.
"You know how you liked men watching you in your little bikini."
"Yeah so?"
"Why don't we ask Solomon to watch us make love?"
Jessica gasped and her eyes got big, but he felt her pussy clamp down
over his penis. "But I only did that because we were on vacation and
nobody knew us. Besides, he's black."
"But he's a guard, so he must trustworthy. Look, we'll never see him
again after tomorrow morning when we get him to a tow truck. What's the
worse that could happen? 
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pussy was spasming inward around his cock like it was trying to pull
more in and she gave in, pushing seven inches in. She came.
She came again when she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in
taking another inch. She had been squatting up and down over his cock
for a good fifteen minutes now and he was still showing no signs of
nearing orgasm. She was starting to get frustrated. Her legs were
hurting from the exertion and she didn't know how much longer she could
ride him. A part of her wanted his big cock inside her forever as long
as it made her cum.
Ike sensed she was tiring. He reached out his hands between her legs and
around his cock, cupping her ass cheeks. He tensed his muscles up and
started lifting her up and down his cock. He heard her sigh when the
strain was taken off her legs and she relaxed letting him do all the
work. She weighed nothing to him and he easily raised her up and down
eight inches of his cock. She started flailing after a couple minutes
and she came again as he forced her down onto another inch. He watched
her juices running down the three inches of his cock not buried in her
pussy until they reached his pubic hair. Ike started lifting her up and
down his cock as rapidly as he could. He tried to get more in, but it
wouldn't budge past nine inches. Ike raised her up until just the tip of
his cock head was touching the entrance to her pussy and he let go.
Kelly felt a big orgasm coming as Ike lifted her up and down two thirds
of his cock. He held her up so that just the tip was in her pussy and
she squirmed around wanting to cum again, wanting more of his cock in
her. She got her wish.
Kelly saw Ike jerk his hands back, and suddenly there was no support.
She seemed to hover on the tip of his cock for a second and then it was
thrusting back into her as gravity pulled her down.
Kelly felt herself being impaled by Ike's big cock and it triggered her
orgasm. She cried out in pleasure at first and then she screamed in pain
as Ike's entire cock was forced into her. She tried to get it out of
her, but Ike grabbed her hips and held her still. After a couple seconds
she quit struggling. It felt like she had lost her virginity all over
again and in a way she had. Her husband didn't even come close to
filling her like Ike could. She knew things would never be the same with
James from then on. Her pussy was so stretched out that a little penis
like her husband's would never be able to satisfy her and now that she
had orgasmed, she wasn't about to give them up now.
Kelly just sat there impaled by his cock for several minutes as the pain
slowly faded. Her pussy was working furiously to lubricate the invader
and soon she was moving her crotch around in little circles feeling
every square inch of the massive black cock in her pussy.
Ike sat upwards and started licking around her nipples. She came again
when his teeth gently clamped over one of her sensitive nipples. She
felt his strong hands wrap around her ass again and then he rolled her
over.
Kelly found herself completely engulfed by the black man's large torso.
The only exposed part of her body were her long legs wrapped around his
thighs. She felt Ike start to slowly slide his cock in and out for a few
minutes and then the fucking started.
Her pitiful attempt to ride him had just been foreplay compared to the
fucking Ike was starting to give her now. His tempo was increasing until
he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed
that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes.
She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his
thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss
his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and
dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She
loved every minute of it.
Kelly reached out from under him and squeezed his ass with her hands. He
had fucked her hard for twenty minutes and she had lost count of the
number of orgasms he had given her. She felt his ass tighten up and she
knew he was getting close. "Cum in my pussy," she cried, but it was
muffled by his chest.
Kelly felt Ike's cock swelling up and she felt another orgasm building
in her womb at the thought him cumming in her pussy. Ike pulled back and
then thrust forward and she heard him bellow like a bull. His cock
jerked and then she screamed in orgasm as his sperm started spraying the
deepest recesses of her pussy.
She could feel his big balls pumping against her thighs and they just
continued shooting sperm up his cock and into her pussy. They must
produce enough sperm for twenty men, she thought, suddenly craving to
taste him again.
Kelly came again and she felt herself giving in to the pleasure. She
passed out.
Ike loved his first taste of white pussy and he didn't want to pull his
cock out, but he noticed she was asleep and didn't want to miss this
opportunity. He yanked his cock out, hearing a big sucking sound as it
left her sperm filled pussy. His cock was still trickling sperm, so he
squeezed the rest out onto her belly, just above the garter. He got off
the bed and ran over to check on the camera's.
The video still had plenty of time, so he just grabbed a camera and
started taking pictures of her pussy. The first pictures he had taken of
her pussy earlier had shown a pretty, well-trimmed, pure, little white
pussy. Now it was a gaping sperm filled hole. Her thighs were red and
there were even rips around the hole in the crotchless panties. These
would make great before and after pictures, he thought smiling. He
snatched some shots of his sperm sliding into her belly button as it
liquified and some more pictures of the contented look on her face as
she slept.
Kelly woke up and stretched. She felt incredible. Her whole body felt
tired and sore, but she also felt satisfied and fulfilled. She looked
over at Ike lying next to her on the bed and her eyes ran over his
incredible body. This black punk could make her feel more like a woman
then her rich husband. Life wasn't fair.
Kelly remembered why she had fucked him in the first place and she tried
not to panic as she looked around for the disk. It was where he had left
it, on the floor by the bed, and she grabbed it and shoved it under the
mattress.
She rolled over and looked at Ike again. Kelly couldn't help herself and
she ran her hand over his muscular chest feeling the hard ridges of his
muscles. She moved her hand on down to his abs, marvelling at how better
his flat, muscular stomach was compared to her husband's paunchy, pale
white one. She remembered what it felt like to be crushed beneath Ike's
incredible body and she found herself becoming aroused again. Her hand
ran down to his cock and caressed it.
Ike's cock was the smallest she'd seen it yet. It was about seven inches
long and only slightly fatter then her husband's. Still it was
impressive. She gently touched the tip and she began tugging on it. It
quickly swelled again and she wrapped her fingers around it and started
stroking the shaft.
Ike woke up to see her blonde head moving down to his cock. He watched
her kiss the tip and then she took him in her mouth again, willingly
this time.
Kelly bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a few minutes before she
had to stop. "Sorry my jaw is sore," she said moving her chin around to
loosen it up.
"Then I'll just have to fuck you again," said Ike sitting up. Kelly
cooed and laid back spreading her legs for him. Ike pushed her over on
her stomach and said, "Get on all fours so I can fuck you like the
slut-bitch you are."
Kelly got up on her hands and knees. This position excited her and she
desperately wanted to feel his big cock pounding into her from behind.
There was so much he could teach her about sex. Her heart was pounding
as he kneeled behind her and pointed his cock at her pussy.
Kelly jumped when his cock touched her labia. "Ow, I'm so sore," she
moaned.
Ike tried to be gentle, but she kept crying out every time he tried to
push his cock in. Mandingo Teen mashed into the bed from Solomon's powerful thrusts.He was fucking
her with the entire length of his cock now and his forceful thrusts had
pushed her down into the bed until only her ass was raised into the air.
The fucking seemed to last forever, but eventually Solomon came. He
bellowed as he thrust his cock into Jessica's pussy and held it there.
Harold could see sperm pour out the sides of her pussy around his cock
and run down her thighs. Harold backed into the wall with horror and
slid down until he was sitting on the floor. Jessica didn't use birth
control and Solomon had become the first man to ever cum in her
unprotected pussy.
Harold must have passed out because when awoke, he was sitting on the
floor in the fetal position. He stood up. Solomon was now kneeling on
the bed with half his cock buried in Jessica's ass. Her hands were
gripping the bedposts so hard that her knuckles were white.
Harold couldn't take any more and left the room to go sleep on the
couch. He had trouble sleeping they were so loud. When he did finally
fall asleep a loud crash immediately woke him up. They were laughing
because a spring had busted on the bed. Harold covered his ears and
tried to go back to sleep.
********************
Solomon woke up around dawn, his cock was still in Jessica's pussy. He
had passed out on top of her after cumming the sixth time. He pulled it
out and climbed off her. This was the most spent he had ever seen his
cock after being given the x-serum, but it still dangled longer and
fatter then his old penis.
Solomon pulled his pants on and walked out to the other room for his
shirt. The wimp was asleep on the couch, tossing and turning as if he
were having a bad dream. Solomon pulled his shirt and shoes on, then
grabbed Harold's pants and pulled out the man's wallet. taking a couple
hundred dollars. He grabbed the car keys and walked out the motel room
door.
The snow had stopped and the road had been plowed. He got in their car
and started the engine, as it roared to life, Jessica ran out the door.
She was wearing only a short robe it was untied and he could see her
nude body as the wind blew it open. Her tan body provided an interesting
contrast to the snow covered background. "Take me with you," she cried.
"Sorry, but I need to move on."
"But I need your cock," she pleaded.
"Find another black man to give you what you need," he said rolling up
the window. He drove off in their car and turned onto the road. She
stood behind him staring until the snow became too much for her bare
feet and she returned to her husband.
Solomon chuckled. He had found away to get back at white society for
destroying his life. He would fuck the white man's wives and daughters,
making them submit to his superior cock. He pictured the lovely Jessica,
cheating on her husband, sleeping with black man after back man
endlessly searching for a cock as big as his to satisfy her.
Solomon chuckled again and drove off down the road. 
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Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady.
"Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the
pool.
Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.
"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.
This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.
"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."
She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.
"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."
Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you
need to wear something a little sexier."
Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm,"
"Ike," he said.
"Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything
else."
"Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."
Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink.
"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.
No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.
Go put this on," he said handing her a box.
She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."
"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added,
"Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved
more marriages then a marriage councilor."
"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.
Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.
Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.
Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.
Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.
Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders
He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the
cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."
Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson.
The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
proper for a thirty year old, Hit Me With Your Black Cock her lips on the head
staring up at him like she was waiting for instructions. "Lick around
the head," said Solomon.
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Harold groaned at the sight of his loyal wife licking around the fat
head of the black man's cock. Why was she doing this? Worse, she seemed
very enthusiastic as she explored every inch of his cock with her
tongue. She licked up his pre-cum and even teased his pee-slit, she
licked the large flared ridge at the base of the head, she licked up and
down his shaft, coating it with her saliva, and she even licked under
his cock down to his balls, kissing and licking them also.
"Now suck it," said the black man.
Jessica never hesitated, she leaned forward taking the head in her
mouth. Harold felt sick to his stomach, but there was another part of
him that wanted to yield up his wife to this dominant male. It was like
he didn't even exist to them, so he got up off the bed and sat in the
chair. It was his turn to watch.
Watching them was actually the most erotic sight he had ever seen. The
black man was standing by the bed. Jessica was on all fours on the bed
sucking on the tip of his foot long cock, one of her hands was between
her legs fingering herself.
"You can do better then that slut," said Solomon.
Jessica had been sucking on about four inches of his cock and she
preceded to push more in. Harold actually felt a twinge of sorrow for
his wife. She would gag with each additional inch, removing his cock and
gasping for air. She seemed to get better as she got used to having it
in her mouth. She was gagging less, breathing through her nose, and her
head was starting to bob faster.
"Not bad, not bad," said Solomon when she managed ten inches. The man
grabbed Jessica's head and began fucking her mouth as he forced her head
up and down his shaft.
This seemed to go on forever. Harold couldn't believe the man's stamina.
Solomon's body was glistening with sweat and he was grunting as he
picked up speed. "Hey Harold, I want you to remember this next time you
kiss your wife."
The black man pulled his cock out of Jessica's mouth. The monster looked
even bigger now. It was swollen, engorged, it had turned even darker,
and it looked like it was about to explode. It did.
It jerked in Solomon's hand and the next thing Harold saw was his wife's
entire face covered in sperm. The black man pushed the head between her
lips and Harold watched another wad fill her mouth. Jessica swallowed it
and moaned as if she actually liked the taste. She clamped her mouth
over the tip of his cock and swallowed several more loads. She brought
her hand up and wrapped it around his cock. She began stroking forward
like she was milking it.
Harold couldn't stand to watch any longer. The room stank of sweat, sex,
and cum. The sperm on his wife's face was more then all the sperm Harold
had ever cum in fifteen years of masturbation combined and that was only
the first wad. Harold opened the motel room door, letting a blast of
cold