Dark Encounter

Dark Encounter
By: saninian (saninian@aol.com)

Dark Encounter by saninian

(Copyright belongs to the author, Saninian. Neither this story nor any extract of it can be reproduced in anyway without that author's consent.)

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Morris waited patiently on the bus steps as the man in front fumbled for change. She wished she had brought her car. However difficult it was finding a parking place in the University staff car park it was better than this on a rainy November night.

Slowly she moved with the other passengers along the aisle of the dimly lit crowded bus. She clutched one of the vertical metal bars as the driver let out the clutch and the bus lurched forward.

'Oh! I'm so sorry. I... I... ' She had swung with the bus's momentum and now found herself practically lying across the lap of one of the seated passengers.

The man caught hold of her and helped her regain her balance. ' Don't you worry, Ma'am. You just move a bitty and let me up there and you be seated.' The voice was deep and rich and warm.

Elizabeth scanned the ebony face with its smiling eyes and the teeth gleaming white. She protested without conviction as the black man stood up and offered her his seat.

Once seated, her briefcase on her lap, one hand holding tight to the chrome handhold of the seat in front as the bus swayed and hurtled through the rainy streets, Elizabeth, in sidelong glances, considered her benefactor as he towered above her, swaying to the movement of the vehicle.

From her seated position he seemed tall but she guessed he was a little under six feet. 'Bulky' was the word to describe his physique, she thought. His raincoat was open as was his suit jacket and although there was no suggestion of a paunch his belly seemed to barely contain by his trousers and shirt. The thought of his belly, the word itself registering in her mind, caused Elizabeth to feel a warm glow diffuse her. She shifted in her seat.

'Are you all right, Ma'am?' The man bent forward over her. She looked into his face.

'God. How black he is. His skin is like polished coal. And his lips so thick and... ' Elizabeth felt an onrush of moist heat. ' Yes. Yes', she stammered, 'I'm fine. Absolutely. It was so kind of you... I... ' She ran out of words.

' It is my pleasure. I enjoy standing. I sit all day. You know, ' he bent further down. His face was only a few inches from her upturned one, ' if you were to get on the bus two stops before the one you were at tonight - that's where I get on - you'd get a seat no problem. The bus fills up after that.'

He smiled broadly, almost laughing, and Elizabeth glimpsed the pinkness of his tongue and the inside of his mouth. What was he so happy about? Was he looking forward to fucking some little black wife waiting at home for him with her knickers off?

'Thank you', she got out, 'that's very kind of you.'

Just then the bus driver braked sharply and turned a corner. Caught off guard, the standing passengers grabbed tight to the handholds to keep their balance. Elizabeth felt the black man's thigh press her right hand hard against the metal handhold. And then, unbelievably, as he shifted his feet, the hard muscle against the back of her hand was replaced by the soft yielding feel of his genitals.

Elizabeth stared fixedly in front of her. Her whole consciousness seemed centred in her hand. The man made no attempt to move.

' He must feel my hand', she thought, ' he must know his... his... ' she could feel herself getting warmer. She risked a sideways glance. The man was standing, his upper body swaying with the bus. His eyes seemed closed. One large hand was gripping the metal pole, his pelvic area pressed into the side of the seat in front of her and her hand trapped on the handhold.

She wondered if she should just pull her hand free. But then it occurred to her that that could be very embarrassing.

'Particularly if he isn't aware of what is happening. Maybe he can't feel my hand.' Elizabeth felt a giggle welling up and struggled to suppress it. She realised she must be smiling and bit on her lip to control things. It was than she felt a change on the back of her hand. Where there had been softness there was a sensation that was different. An ever-so-slight movement. A pressure on her hand unlike before.

She looked toward her hidden hand and saw the man's trousers bulging slightly. She looked away. The man on the inside seat was slumped against the window, his eyes shut. It dawned on her that the black man's open raincoat was blocking anyone else's view.

There was no doubt now she could feel the tumescent maleness against her hand. She looked and saw the bulge in his trouser front MOVE! Elizabeth had no doubt now: the black man was aware of her hand. He was enjoying it touching his... his...

' His cock' she said to herself, ' his big black cock. I'm sitting here on a bus with my hand touching a black man's cock. Me!' She smiled to herself and moved her hand just a little on the hold. The partially hardened flesh inside the trousers seemed to roll against the back of her hand. Elizabeth squirmed a little in her seat.

'Are you all right, Ma'am?' She looked up into the man's face as he bent down towards her. He moved a little as he spoke and she felt the hard flesh under the cloth, and then what she sensed must be one of his balls, against her hand. He gave no indication that he was aware of was happening.

' I'm really fine', she said, quietly. She was amazed at how calmly she spoke. 'Thank you.' She looked out of the window. 'Oh! It's my stop soon. You'll be able to get your seat back.'

The black man stepped back in the aisle and she let go of the handhold. He began buttoning his coat. She panicked. Was he going to get off with her? What if he was some kind of pervert? A rapist?

' We must live close together. I'm in Dudley Gardens. I'll get off here with you. It's not far to walk.' He bent and stared out of the window. 'I think the rain has stopped.'

Elizabeth's mind raced. He was so polite. And he didn't look like an axe murderer.

' Are you all right, Ma'am?'

She looked up at him and smiled, then glanced into the dark street. 'Yes, of course. But this is my stop, now'

She rose and he stood to one side to allow her to squeeze past.

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The drizzle started again almost as soon as they'd left the bus and from his briefcase her companion produced the smallest folding umbrella Elizabeth had ever seen. Huddling close to get under it she felt his arm encircle her. She liked that. Apart from anything else it was sensible. Practical. But also enjoyable. Exciting even. She, Elizabeth Morris, walking in the rain with a black man, his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip.

He was a draughtsman in a firm of architects; he had transferred up to Edinburgh from Birmingham about eighteen months ago. Yes, he was married, with one child: a daughter living in Jamaica with her mother. No. His wife had gone back to Jamaica shortly after they had moved up here. She had gone to look after her sick mother taking their daughter with her. Her mother had died recently leaving her entire estate to his wife, her only child. He thought it unlikely they would ever come back to Britain. No. He would never go there. He had left Jamaica with his parents at the age of four. Britain was his home.

Elizabeth apologised for asking so many questions but he just laughed and gave her a little squeeze.

'Ma'am', he said, ' you have no idea how good it is to talk to someone about personal things. Especially to talk to an attractive woman. But hey, we'd better get properly introduced. And then you can tell me about you.'

He stopped and half-turned, causing her to do the same. They stood facing each other under the umbrella.

He put out his hand, his outstretched fingers almost touching her, 'I'm Richard Clarkson Mayhew. My friends back in Birmingham call me Clark.'

She put her small hand into his; happiness welled up in her as he enveloped it in his...

'I'm Elizabeth Morris', she murmured softly, ' I work at the University. It is a pleasure to meet you, Clark.' She hesitated, then. 'I too don't have many people to talk with. Call me Elizabeth, please.'

She stopped. He was still holding her hand. his thumb moving across it in small circles. He was so close. She remembered the feel of him against her hand in the bus.

A gust of wind blew the drizzle under the brolly.

'Hey', he laughed, 'we'd better get going before we get soaked.' He put his arm round her again and pulled her in under the brolly and the pair of them hurried down the street.

In next to no time they were at her road end. ' This is where I live', she said, rather sadly, as she drew them to a halt.

'Elizabeth', he took her hand again, ' I sure have enjoyed this evening. I hope you'll get on my bus again, soon.' He smiled at her. 'And I hope your husband won't be rowing you for being late.'

'I'm not married!' The words shot out. Then, 'I was married. Twice. But... She paused. 'There is someone. A friend. He... that is... We don't live together... '

And suddenly her mind cleared and she knew exactly what she wanted and what to say. 'Clark', she squeezed his hand and craned her head back to look into his face, their bodies close under the umbrella, 'I know we've only just met but why don't you come home with me for a meal. It won't be much, I'm afraid, but it's in the slow cooker and it'll be ready to eat now. It'll save you having to cook when you get home.'

She stopped. Amazed at her own words. Fearful that he would say no. 'Unless you've got something... '

'No! No! I mean Yes! Yes!' They laughed at his confusion. 'I'd love to come and eat with you.

Happiness filled her. ' Come on then. Before we drown!' She turned and he put his arm round her again and they half-walked, half ran, down the wet street.

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Chapter 2 'Why don't you have a more comfortable seat over at the coffee table? You can read the paper while I clear away.' Elizabeth rose and gathered up the plates.

The meal had been good. Clark was good company. Amusing. He seemed so much at ease with himself that she had relaxed almost from the moment she had taken his coat. He had taken off his jacket and tie too and the sight of him, in shirt and trousers and without shoes, had helped rid her of any tension.

Making the coffee she was conscious of being a little drunk; two full glasses of Chardonnay was about her limit. She also felt anxious as to how she could turn the conversation round. She need not have worried.

Later, sitting side by side on the settee, she was explaining the car-parking situation at her block of flats when he interrupted.

'So you have a car. You don't always take the bus?'

Elizabeth hesitated and looked into his eyes, ' No', she said softly, ' I don't. But I'm glad I did today.' She felt his knee graze hers. 'It was so... it was... pleasurable.'

His eyes widened. ' It was', he murmured. He moved closer. He reached over her head so that his left arm was on the top of the settee and her head was just touching the crook of his elbow. She could feel the warmth of his thigh through the thin material of her skirt. He turned to half-face her and she became aware of his right hand on her leg, just above her knee. Excitement grew in her.

' I don't know what made me behave in that way. But when you didn't seem to object... When I saw you smiling.' His hand caressed her leg, his thumb making little circles on her lower thigh. ' Did you... like it?'

Elizabeth leaned back and allowed her legs to part slightly. His arm moved down a little so that her head now rested on it' Yes', she said, ' Nothing like that has happened to me before.'

She turned to look at him and at the same time moved her head so that his arm now embraced it. Her breath was hot in her throat and her lips parted. 'It might have been different if you hadn't been so polite and so nice to me when I got on the bus.' She hesitated. 'And you hadn't been black.'

The last sentence seemed to hang in the air. Their eyes remained locked. He was very close now, his hand moved slightly and she felt his spread fingers on the inside of her thigh a few inches above her knee. She parted her legs a little more.

' You mean you are attracted to black men?' he breathed the words, his dark brown eyes never leaving hers.

'I... I... I'm not sure. I've never met one before... Before now. That is not like... ', she hesitated once more. Then, ' I've imagined myself with... ', she stopped, her courage faltering. Wanting him to make it easier. To seduce her. Yes! She was in no doubt that was what she wanted. There had been enough talk.

As if responding to her thought, he bent and kissed her. She kissed him back; opening her mouth as his tongue touched her lips. The kiss became increasingly ardent and she felt his hand slip under the hem of her skirt and feel its way up her thigh.

She spread her legs a bit more, invitingly. His fingers reached her stocking top, stopped, then edged on to her bare flesh. They felt warm and strong on her soft skin. Elizabeth felt she could hardly breath, her heart was thumping in her chest. She felt heat and wetness suffuse her sex.

Gently he caressed and massaged her upper thigh with those thick strong fingers. She longed for his finger to probe her, to open her, to penetrate her. Her legs were spread wide now, exposing herself, her skirt bunched up, revealing her tiny white briefs. She gave a little involuntary moan, turning her face into his shoulder, sliding down till her back was almost where she had been sitting.

She felt his large hand cover her mons veneris; his palm pressed the springy hair of her bush, rubbing and pressing on her pubic bone. Then ever so slowly, he slid his hand up and under the top of her flimsy knickers and his thick middle finger pushed through the silky curls and between the swollen yielding lips of her wet hot cunt...

'Ohhh', she moaned softly, ' Oh! Oh!',

' Is this what you imagined?' she heard him whisper into the top of her head.

Later she was amazed that she was able to answer in the way that she did. She was so aroused. ' No!' she said, ' Not really.' She saw the shock on his face. She lay back on the settee, her legs spread wide, his thick finger deep inside her.

'I imagined more!' She said.

She felt a strange sense of power. Yes, she still wanted him to dominate her. To be the one who was taken. The female yielding to her male master. The one who was fucked. But right now she rejoiced in her immediate power in the situation.

'I want to see your cock. I want to hold it in my hand. I want to kiss it. I want to find out if it's true what they say about black men. I want to feel it inside me. That's what I've imagined.'

As she spoke, there was a part of her that was astounded that she could say such things to this man. This stranger. It was like an out-of-body experience. But at the same time she had never felt more conscious of her body. More conscious of her desire. She was filled with lust and it was her lust that gave voice.

She moved so that his finger slipped out of her. Then she got up quickly and smoothed down her skirt.

'Come ', she ordered with a quiet urgency, 'come with me.' She took his hand and pulled him up, then led him to the bedroom.

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She had moved quickly round the bed so that it lay between them and they now stood facing each other in the soft light of the bedside lamps.

The effect of the wall mirror and the large mirror doors on the built-in wardrobe was to make the room seem much larger. The reflections of these lamps, and that of the one on her dressing table, gave the impression that the room was full of lights, while at the same time preserving a soft boudoir dimness.

Elizabeth slowly began to unbutton her red top. She looked across the bed at Clark who stood looking at her, uncertain as to what to do.

'You too', she smiled at him, 'I want to see you. '

Feverishly he started to undress, his eyes never shifting from her as she stepped out of her skirt. She struck a pose in her black bra and silk knickers, thrusting out her small pear-shaped breasts provocatively. She giggled as he flung his trousers on to the chair beside his shirt and stood facing her in his boxers.

Elizabeth, her hands unclipping her bra, appraised the nearly naked black man: he must, she thought, be in his late forties, for the tight curls of his hair were tinged with gray. She admired the wide shoulders and strong chest with wiry threads of hair around his nipples. The muscular arms and the slim hips bespoke a raw animal power and although his belly was round rather than flat, it gave no hint of flabbiness. His body seemed to exude a primitive energy, a latent sexual potency that filled her with anticipation and a growing warm excitement.

Her eyes now focussed on the large bulge in his boxers, the way they tented out to the point where it seemed they must burst. She wondered... She hoped it was true what they said about black men.

Letting her bra fall from her breasts she bent quickly, taking off her knickers in one quick fluid movement before straightening to stand upright, wearing only the blue-gray nylons that ended just above her knees.

Before Clark could moved or speak she did a quick crawl across the bed, enjoying the wiry sensual softness of the reindeer skin. Throwing her arms herself around his neck, crushing against his big black body as he enfolded her tightly in his arms. Kissing his thick juicy lips. Sucking on his tongue. Urgently. Wantonly.

She bent her head and took one of his nipples between her teeth and bit on it. At the same time she slid her hands beneath his boxers and gripped the hard buns of his surprisingly small bottom. She could feel his cock through the boxers, pressing into her belly and she slowly slithered down his frame to stand on her feet, still pressing hard against him

'More' she urged, her lips pressed against his chest, ' More! I want to see you.' And she bit again on his nipple.

He pushed her away to arms-length and then took a further step back. Very slowly he slid his boxers over his hips.

'Elizabeth took a quick intake of breath. 'Ohhh! Oh my!' she murmured almost inaudibly.

His cock was everything she had imagined: it rose up out of the dense bush of pubic hair in a curving erection of hard swollen flesh like a thick mushroom-headed black pole, glistening with pre-cum.

Clark spoke for the first time since entering the bedroom, ' Do you approve?' he asked, his voice husky and deep. 'Is this what you imagined?'

' Oh, yes!' Elizabeth stepped up and entwined herself around him, loving the feel of the great stiff cock against her bare belly. 'It's better. You're so... so big. It's awesome'

In the mirrors she could see the contrast of her pale whiteness against the black man's dark powerful body. She wished Andrew were here to see this. To be part of the scenario. Like they'd imagined it.

Clark slipped his hands under her bottom and lifted her off her feet She wrapped her legs around his thighs, her arms round his neck, her breasts flattening into his hard chest.

'I want to fuck you', he demanded. ' That's what you want. You want me to fuck you.'

She broke free of him and got on to the bed, on to her hands and knees, pushing her face into the deerskin, pressing her dangling breasts into the skin's rough hairs thrusting her bottom high into the air, presenting herself to him.

'Fuck me then! Fuck me slowly. Fuck me like this!' she implored, turning her head to look at him as he stood behind her, the big thick cock curving up his black hairy belly, stiff as a bone, veined and glistening wet. She wiggled her bottom, Offering it to him, Spreading her knees so that her cunt was open and inviting.

'Put your black cock in me. I want all of it inside me. I want to be fucked with it.'

He reached for her and grasped her hipbones in his big hands and pulled her backwards and upwards so that her face was pushed deeper into the deerskin.

She gave a little gasp as she felt the blunt cockhead blindly butt into the crevice between her spread cheeks furrowing between the tender lips of her cunt. She reached back between her legs to grasp hold of the rigid shaft of flesh.

It was so BIG! So THICK! Thicker even than the big red vibrator she kept concealed in the bedside table. And so much HARDER! WARM. ALIVE. THROBBING! REAL LIVING COCK! BLACK COCK.

She wriggled a bit and guided the big plum-like head between her swollen lips and instantly she felt him push into her, inserting a few inches into her hot wet hole. The feel of that alien flesh inside her, forcing apart the soft yielding pulsing walls of her needy, pulsing cunt, was indescribable.

She turned her head and looked in the wall mirror. The image was just as she had dreamed it would be: the black lance of his cock contrasting with the pale white globes of her bottom as it speared between them. And the gleaming black body holding her in its power. Impaling her.

'Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh God! Yes!' She moaned as he pushed slowly into her. 'Oh God! Oh God! It's too big! Ohhhh' She felt she was being split open. She gripped the duvet in her fists, squirming and rolling her bottom as his hard flesh drove into the tight tender velvet softness of her.

At last his belly smacked against her bottom cheeks and she squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as that alien column of thick stiff flesh wholly filled her cunt. He stayed there, immobile, she could feel the wiry pubic hair on the soft skin of her bottom, his great hands holding her, his whole long thick black cock inside her. Then she felt his hands begin to push on her hips and she squealed loudly as his glistening coal-black cock withdrew, inch by inch, from her juice-drenched cunt.

In the mirror she could see the big black bone-hard pole slowly emerging out of the valley between the white cheeks of her bottom. Fascinated by this sight and the feeling of such a large cock moving within her, the wonderful sensations tingling like electric currents in her cunt, she moaned and pushed her bottom out to retain him.

Gripping her hips afresh he plunged back into her. Deep and hard.

'Ai! Ai! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!' She cried out. Unintelligible throaty animal sounds came from her open mouth. Forced out of her as he drove his rod hard and deep into her tight wet opening, boring the thick shaft up inside her. She felt his heavy balls swing against her and his belly slapped loudly on her bottom

'Fuck! Oh, Fuck me! MORE!' She urged him back into her, pushing her bottom back at him as she felt him withdraw. Then he rammed into her again. He went for it now. Hard, long thrusts pistoning his whole length into her. A plunging forcing relentless rhythm. In and out. In and out. Fucking her now like an animal. Slamming into her. Driving the breath out of her with every thrust. She squirming and twisting, clawing back at him. Urging him on.

It had never been like this before. Never with any of the many men she had known. She had never been fucked like this.

' Oh God! Oh God! Oh Go... od!' She was beyond thought as his hand reached round and touched her clit. Now she felt the surging wave of an orgasm building, sweeping through her, overwhelming her She felt she was going to come apart. Explode.

He stirred his cock round inside her cunt and the new movement drove her over the edge. Uncontrollable spasms of orgasm convulsed her. Rippled through her body. Sensations and emotions never before experienced burst within her. She gave a great shuddering scream.

Clark immediately wrapped his arms round her belly and half-lifting her off the bed, her face pushed into the reindeer skin, his hairy belly pushed hard against the soft white globes of her bottom, he fucked her with short fierce bucking stabs, squirming and rolling and plunging that huge cock into her soaking tight hole...

He began to shout as he pounded into her, 'Oh you sweet cunt. You sweet lovely cunt. Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhh! Ohhh! Yes! Ye... essss!!'

With this last cry he gave one great thrust and she felt his big cock swell and throb and spasm inside her as his semen surged up her love-hole. She visualized it: the white cream spouting in gouts out of the big black cock into the pink wet mouth of her cunt. Flooding up into her womb. He sagged and slowly collapsed on top of her and they both fell forward on the bed. Panting. Utterly drained. Satiated.

In the mirror she saw their images: her own small soft white body lying passive and submissive beneath the ebony muscular hardness of her black lover.

She smiled and thought of Andrew, her regular lover. Gentle Andrew. Ten years older than her. Still sexy but possessing nothing of the primitive animal energy that she had just experienced. They had talked of involving another man. A younger man. 'A black man', she had requested. But there had seemed no way to make that fantasy real. Until now!

Elizabeth squirmed out from under Clark's weight and he flopped over to lie on his back beside her. She knelt over him drinking in the sight of his powerful hairy black body. She lowered herself so that her breasts brushed the black wiry hairs on his belly and watched as the soft fat sausage of his black cock began to thicken and slide up his thigh. Clark's hand caressed her bottom and she felt his finger on the rose of her arsehole. She bent and took his hardeneing cock into her mouth.

'Yes, she thought, ' I think he'll agree.'

The End

Big And Bigger

Big And Bigger
By: Stormbringer (stormbringerstories@gmail.com)

Big And Bigger How Horse Met Dunnell The Prequel to "Dr Bitch" Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer

The trailor rocked from the powerful fucking going on inside.

"I can't get enough of that big dick," growled Shoshona. "Fuck me D." The sexy black woman wrapped her legs tightly around Big D's waist.

"Your wish is my command." Dunnell Jackson flipped up one of Shoshona's bra cups and arched his back to suck one nipple between his lips. Her dark brown nipple was swollen and pointy. He grasped it with his lips and teased the tip with his tongue.

Shoshona dug her nails into Big D's back and she sat up as a big orgasm turned into a loud scream of pleasure. "Oh gawd D. Oh god. Oh yeah. Oh shit. Fuck NO!." Her claws moved to his chest and she pushed him back."

"What the fuck, Bitch?" Dunnell looked into her face and saw her looking over his shoulder. He turned to look out the window. Their boss's pickup was riding down the long dirt road trailing a cloud of dust. "Shit!"

"Fuck." Shoshona jumped off her desk and started straightening her clothes. She then turned her attention to straightening her desk up.

Dunnell looked down at his cock. It was swollen it's full ten inches and as hard as a rock. "Fucking ain't right." He needed to bust a nut bad, but he needed his job even more. He quickly dressed, noticing he'd dripped precum over a blueprint on the floor. He was wiping it off when the boss came in.

"Damn it Jackson! Get your lazy black ass back on the job site." Alan shook his head at the quality of help available through temp agencies these days. Alan was a good looking white man in his late thirties. He had sandy blonde hair and a fit body.

"Sure thing, boss," said Dunnell. He winked at Shoshona and headed for the exit. He wasn't paying attention and bumped into what felt like a solid brick wall. The six foot black man found himself bouncing off the torso of a massive black giant nearly half a foot taller then he was.

"Watch where you is going."

Dunnell was black himself, but he would have crossed the street if he had see this black man walking towards him. The man was dark black and looked like his flat nose had been broken once. He was a big ugly brute built like a heavyweight boxer.

Dunnell was back on the construction site and hammering at a truss when Alan showed up with the black monster in tow. "Listen up," shouted Alan. "This is Horse. I need all of you to show him the ropes. Dunnell show him around."

Horse walked up to Dunnell. The black giant's fists were clenched and his muscles were tense. Dunnell got the impression he was always like this. "What's your real name?"

"Just Horse."

"Just Horse. Is that Native American?" Nothing! The big ogre didn't even crack a smile. "Come on you can help me carry some of these studs." The two black men worked together for several hours. Horse caught on pretty quickly and was good with his hands. They were silent for the most part, speaking only when necessary.

The workers gathered together to eat during their lunch break. "Hey Big D, you get any in there?" asked a Latino worker.

"I was tappin that ass just fine till the damn boss showed up with the big guy here."

"Why they call you Big D?" asked Horse.

One of the men interupted. "Cause he's got the biggest dick in the county. Fuck it, in the whole country."

"Fuck that shit." Horse's face finally showed an expression and it was a smirk. "I bet mine's bigger."

"No way is any one bigger then Dunnell," said the latino.

"I bet I am. Why do you wimps think they call me Horse?"

"Bet, bet, bet," one of the men started chanting and the others chimed in.

Dunnell Jackson was the defacto leader of the group even over the white crew leader and it was all because they had seen his cock in the shower once. "I'll take that bet," said Dunnell a little uneasily.

"I aint showen these homos my cock for nothing."

No man black or white or of any race had ever come within three inches of Dunnell Jackson's cock in length. The thought helped reassure him. "You willing to put up a paycheck?"

"Yeah. But if I win, the black bitch in the office."

"Shoshona. What about her?"

"I wants to fuck her."

Dunnell didn't know it, but that wouldn't be the last time he heard Horse utter those words. He would here them often over the course of many years. "It's a bet. Whip it out."

"You first."

Dunnell took out his cock. It started hardening after a couple jerks. It amused him how his coworkers reacted to it. Some stared in awe. Others pretended they weren't interested, but took hidden glances at it. Soft it was seven inches, but it quickly hardened to it's full ten inches in length. Dunnell's skin was an even brown and his cock matched his skin except that the head was lighter.

"Damn, bro. You should be in porn with that monster," said the white foreman.

Horse undid his pants. He reached in and pulled out his thick slab of meat. At first, it didn't look that impressive in Horse's hand. The black giant's hand was so big, his penis looked sized to match it. It's true size was revealed when he released it. The cock fell like a chopped redwood tree angled slightly downward.

"Holy crap!" The foreman stared openly at the monster. All the men were now staring at it. "It looks thicker then yours D, but the length is about the same. I think Horse wins, but it's close."

"It aint close." Horse snorted. "Mine ain't even hard."

"No fucking way!"

Horse's cock grew and grew. Dunnell couldn't concentrate on his own erection and his cock shrank to dangle between his legs. Horse's cock was as dark black as his skin. He was uncircumsized. Horse pulled his foreskin back revealing a swollen cockhead as dark or darker then his skin. The head suddenly spit out some cum. The onlookers stepped back. The fluid was as much as a normal man's ejaculate, but with Horse, it was only precum. It shot more precum out of what was now a thirteen inch shaft. It would take a lot of lubrication to coat the thick monster.

"What are you loafers gawking at," yelled Alan. "Get back to work lunch time is over." Dunnell had just stuffed his dick back in his pants when Alan came up to him. "Jackson, I need me some cheap labor and I just volunteered you and the new guy."

"What's that boss?"

"The wife wants a new deck and hottub built. You and Horse can work at my house on weekends. I'll give you Fridays off until it's done."

"But boss, Sunday is the lord's day," complained Dunnell. To him it was the day he prayed to the lord to make his hangover go away.

"You need money don't you?"

"Yeah boss." Dunnell got the impression Alan was more threatening to fire him then offering him more money. He was broke and the boss had him by the balls. "I'll be there."

Near quiting time, Alan left the job site for the day. No sooner had the pickup turned off the dirt road, then Dunnell was in the trailor with Shoshona. Minutes later his cock was buried in her pussy. "Oh gawd D, I love that big cock," she groaned. "Make me cum, baby." Shoshona was a first class slut and already pregnant with Dunnell's baby.

Dunnell was the first man to bring Shoshona to multiple orgasms. His big dick reached places unknown and she'd never be satisfied by a smaller man. Her biggest orgasms were always when he came in her pussy and this time was no exception. "Oh yes," she cried with joy as her womb flooded with sperm. She'd never make him wear a rubber even if it meant getting pregnant over and over again.

Shoshona nearly blacked out from the intensity of her orgasm. As she recovered, she became aware of a slight pain in her pussy. She was stretching out near to ripping. The feeling was pushing deeper. The young secretary opened her eyes. She trembled in fear at the brutish face lustfully staring down a her. "Oh my!" An intense feeling rippled through her body. Shoshona noticed D standing beside Horse staring intently at her crotch. "Asshole," she told him realizing he had set this up. "Oh god!" The feelings coming out of her pussy were hard to describe. Her quim was convulsing with a strange mix of pleasure and pain. "Aaaargh!" Shoshona's eyes flew wide open as Horse's huge bulbous cockhead pushed well past her cervix.

"Damn," growled Horse in a booming voice. "This is one hot pussy. I'm gonna fuck you good, bitch."

"Do it. Fuck me with that monster dick." Shoshona was staring at Horse with a worshipful look on her face.

Dunnell was astonished watching his favortie piece of trim submit completely to Horse's enormous cock. Her lithe legs wrapped around the black giant's hips and Horse started thrusting. Shoshona howled as climax after climax overwhelmed her. Big D watched this amazing porn show until he was distracted by the phone ringing. "Yeah," he answered.

"This is Shoshona's husband, Ray. Is my wife still there?"

"Yeah, she had to work late, but she aint here. She's at the jobsite. I'll get her to call you. Congratulations by the way. I hear you're going to be a father." Ray sounded thrilled as he thanked Big D before he hung up the phone. He watched Horse fuck Shoshona for nearly an hour. When the black man came, he bellowed like a bull. Cum squirted out from their joined crotches turning into a flood as Horse pulled out. Dunnell was amazed at the size of the swollen monster now covered in sperm. Small jets of semen were still shooting out from the head.

Horse waited for his cock to stop shooting. The head shrinking slightly as the foreskin rose up to envelope it. "Fucking good pussy. Your dick really loosened her up for me."

**************

"See him? He's the Silver Surfer."

"Is he strong?"

"He's very powerful." A shadow fell across the comic book and the seven year old looked up at a large black man.

"You Alan's son?"

"Yes sir. I'm Tommy"

"Where's yo mama?"

"Around back the house."

"Thanks kid." The black man strolled off.

Tommy looked back at his comic. He continued his narration to his neighbor, a boy the same age. They were sitting on the front lawn. "The Silver Surfer is powerful, but he's the herald of an even more powerful being called Galacticus." Another shadow fell over the boys and they both stared at the monstrous black giant following the previous man. The giant ignored them completely.

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Tanja stretched out on the cot. She reached down into her glass of ice tea and retrieved an ice cube. The day was hot and she ran the ice across her forehead then over the tops of her bosom. Tanja was an attractive green-eyed blonde. She kept her hair shorn short and wavy.

Tanja had married Alan Holmes nine years ago when she was twentythree and he was six years older. They'd had Tommy a year later and David just a year ago. They were a fairly content couple, but Alan was a workaholic. She often wondered how they had found time for her to get pregnant again. She could pinpoint David's conception directly to their anniversery as that had been the only time they had intercourse in two months. She was a housewife, but often helped Alan with paperwork and such.

Today Tanja was taking advantage of a high tanning index to tone her siky olive skin out a little. Her bikini was daring, but no one could see into their back yard. The bikini had fit two years ago, but her pregnancy had done weird things to her body. Her posterior used to be somewhat flat, but it had swollen into a nice round globe. Her bottoms were now stretched so tight they slipped into the crack of her ass and made it look like she was wearing a thong. Tanja didn't mind, she liked the smooth even tan now covering her rear end.

Her breasts were another story. They had been perky B-cups before she got married. Her first pregnancy had swollen her nipples and swelled her breasts to C-cups. Her second pregnancy had turned them even bigger. Her breasts were now D-cups. Tanja was proud of their firmness, but they did sag a little and they swang like udders when she bent over to work in her garden. Udders they were too. Even now, wet spots covered her bikini around each nipple from leaking milk. A year after giving birth, they were still tender and swollen.

A baby monitor sat beside her iced tea glass. The baby started crying and Tanja opened her eyes. She screamed.

The handsome black man standing over said, "Easy easy. We work for Alan. I'm Dunnell and this is Horse."

Tanja wasn't staring at the black man trying to calm her down. She was staring at the brute behind him. His dark ugly features were borderline repulsive and his gaze was ominous. Dunnel continued. "Didn't Alan tell you we were coming?"

"Ah no. He must of gotten too busy and forgot. He's at one of his sites today. Of course, you're here to do the deck and hottub."

"That's right."

Being nearly nude under the gaze of two muscular black giants had Tanja squirming on the cot. She wanted to get away to go cover up. Luckily, the baby really started crying over the monitor giving her an excuse. "I gotta go change the baby. The tub is under the tarp by the garage. If you need anything just hollar." She got up embarrassed to realize her bottoms were wedged beween her ass cheeks again. She entered the house certain that both men were staring at her bare ass.

"Man, did that bitch have one hot body. The boss is one lucky guy," said Dunnell still picturing Tanja in his mind.

Horse simply said, "I wants to fuck her."

**************

Alan came home and walked straight around the house to his backyard. "Damn, I thought you'd have the deck done."

"Would of boss," said D, "but you didn't have any posts. And see the big guy over there, he's the post holer."

Alan looked at Horse pouring footing into a hole around one of the posts. "Your right," he replied still looking unhappy. "I left the holer at one of the sites. Oh well, you boys will just have to work harder tomorrow. Go ahead and git on home. I don't wat to listen to you while we eat dinner."

"Well, I need some booze," said Dunnell after Alan entered his house. Dunnell hoped Horse would leave, but the big man ended up following Dunnell to his favorite bar. The big man's presence subdued D's friends and scared off some of his booty. D was stuck talking to the brilliant conversationalist. "So, how'd you get so big?"

"Prison. Nothing to do, but lift weights."

"What did you do?" Murder, rape, ate some children, Dunnell guessed.

"Gang stuff. Had some drugs on me and a gun. Got eight years. Just got out. That a problem?"

"Nope. Half my brothers in this bar been in prison or probation. We all done some stupid shit when we was teens."

"No shit."

Dunnell always got shitfaced Saturday nights and despite having to work tomorrow, tonight was no exception. Horse followed suit. Horse also followed him home. "You ok to get home?"

Horse stood in the doorway of D's shithole apartment. "I aint go a home. Can I stay on your couch?"

"Yeah sure." Dunnell assumed Horse meant for the night.

"I'll move my stuff in tomorrow."

*************

Horse and Dunnell were both hungover when they showed up at Alan's house. Their boss was loading golf clubs into his truck. "About time you lazy..." Alan hesitated and his face went white when he realized what he was about to say. "Boys showed up."

"Church boss. Took my buddy here with me." Dunnell gave his boss a forced grin.

"Just get to work."

Alan left and Dunnell and Horse got to work on the deck. Tanja came out into the yard wearing a short skirt and top that left her midriff bare just under her navel. She was carrying the baby and a blanket. She sat down and played with her son.

Horse stared at her while he worked. "When am I going to fuck her?" he asked.

Dunnell sighed. "Look bro. We aint ever gonna fuck a white woman in this hick town. Especially a married mother like that one."

"I wants to fuck her. Think of something."

The day grew hot and both black men removed their shirts. Their hammering was disturbing the baby so Tanja headed back inside. Tommy came out and watched them work. "If you were white, you'd make a good superman," he said to Dunnell.

"Thanks kid. What about the big guy over there?"

Tommy looked at Horse. "That's easy. He's the Incredible Hulk. He needs to be green. Maybe the Thing too.

Dunnell laughed and hammered his thumb. "FUCK!"

Tanja ran out of the house. "What's wrong?"

"Hurt myself." He clutched his hand.

"Here let me look at it."

Dunnell let her examine his hand. She seemed truly concerned. He assumed it was her mothering instinct. "Just smashed it maam. I'll be alright. My appologies for my language."

"FUCK!" yelled Tommy.

"Get inside young man," yelled Tanja taking a swing at his posterior. "I hate that word," she said to Dunnell. "But it's nothing he hasn't heard from his father." Tanja looked at the sweaty muscle covered bodies on the black men. "Where are my manners? Can I get you boys some iced tea?"

"That would be great."

Tanja went inside and made some iced tea. Dunnell was near the door so she called him in to the kitchen. Big D strolled in to watch Tanja pouring a little rum into a soda. "Somebdy likes the stronger stuff." He picked up the two glasses of tea.

"I usually drink a glass of rum and coke before napping. Hard with you guys banging around."

"We're both good at banging."

"When your a mom, you sleep whenever you get a chance. I find the rum helps though it never affects me. I guess I'm one of those people not affected by alcohol. Alan gets funny after three beers."

Dunnell looked at the rum bottle. It was a low proof bottle of piss. A plan began to form in his mind. "Thanks for the iced tea maam."

****************

"Why we gonna work on a Friday?"

"Because the brat will be at school and Alan is at work. I have a plan."

"I'm gonna fuck her today?" Horse grunted and his everpresent bulge swelled.

"Not today. Unless she's some kind of closet slut. I'm just gonna test the waters a bit. Maybe this weekend if hubby and the boy aren't around. We need to delay hooking up the hottub until we gets her alone, capish?

"Ka- what?"

"Nevermind."

Tanja was sunbathing in her bikini when they walked around the house. She screamed again. "Oops sorry. I wasn't expecting you today?" Laying on her cot, her eyes were level with both black men's crotches. She frowned at Dunnell's whose cock was outlined down one leg. Her mouth fell open when she saw Horse's. His entire crotch was a lump as if he had a paunch in his pants.

"Alan was complaining we wasn't working fast enough."

"Nonsense Dunnell, you boys been working hard every day you've been here. Ah... I'll leave you alone." Tanja felt uncomfortable around the black men. Dunnell wasn't bad, but Horse openly ogled her large bosum which looked ready to burst out of her bikini.

"Don't let us disturb you, maam."

"You're not disturbing me. I wan't you finished so I can try out that hottub. I'll bring you something to drink a little later."

Big D watched her leave. Her bikini had ridden up her ass again. Tanja truly had a sinful body. "Lets get to work." Dunnell didn't really feel like working on their one day off and they were farther along with the deck then he wanted to be. Plus, he didn't want her changing out of her bikini He decided to put his plan into effect quickly.

Horse was hammering in the railing. Dunnell loosened the cap on his thermos of koolaid. He'd given himself a small cut on his inner thigh with a razor blade that morning. He picked up the nail gun and discharged it. "Fuck!"

Tanja was in the bedroom untieing her bikini top when he screamed. She quickly retied it as Dunnell continued to swear. She headed to her sliding glass door and out onto the new deck. "Oh my god!" she cried when she saw Dunnell. His shorts were red soaked as was part of his tee shirt around his gut.

"Nail gun misfired," he explained clenching his face like he were in pain.

"I'll call 9-1-1."

"No, not that bad and I don't have insurance."

"Get inside then and I'll check you out."

Dunnell limped up the deck, winking at Horse as he passed him. He removed his tee shirt and tossed it at Horse. Tanja hurried towards the bathroom. Her genuine look of concern alost had Dunnell feeling guilty. Almost.

"Get in the tub," she cried completely unconcerned that she was now in close quarters with Dunnell and both weren't wearing much. "Rinse the blood off." She turned to get some cream and bandages from her medicine cabinet. "Where are you hurt?"

"My thigh. I don't want to look."

"It's ok. Take your shorts off and I'll check you out." Tanja grabbed the last items she'd need and turned. She had assumed Dunnell would be wearing underwear. Instead he was naked. The shower was running, the water directly hitting his crotch. "Not much blood," she said noticing how big his penis looked under the spray of water. Soft and dangling, it was longer then Alan's.

"Is it bad?"

"I can't tell." Tanja reached over and turned the water off. "I don't see anything."

"On my inner thigh." Dunnell spread his legs a little. "I can't look."

Tanja thought she noticed a cut alongside one testicle. Even his balls impressed her. One testicle was bigger then her husband's entire scrotum. His penis seemed even bigger now. She grabbed it and moved it aside. "It's just a little cut."

"How 'bout my nuts? They fine too?"

Tanja held his penis out, though it wasn't necessary as it was standing out on it's own. She hefted one ball in her palm. "Wow!"

"What? What's wrong? Can I still have kids?"

"Your fine. It's just a scratch."

"Then why did you say wow?"

Tanja was embarrassed. "Well... I... It's..."

"I'm a big man. I can take it."

"Nothings wrong ok? It's just that your penis is so big."

"Oh. You obviously never held a black cock before."

"Of course not."

"It's a good ten inches."

"Wow! Alan's only about six," she said instantly feeling guilty. "It's thick too."

"You wanna jerk him off or suck it?"

"That's sick! I don't do that! Pervert!"

"Whoa, sorry lady. It's just that with the way you're stroking him..."

Tanja released it suddenly aware she had been stroking it. "I'm sorry."

"No. It's my fault. The damn thing just gets like this all the time and he's never had a sexy white woman stroke him before. It's just that you seemed so fascinated with him."

Tanja hadn't taken her eyes off him... it since she had let him... it go. "I take some blame. He just caught me off guard is all. I've never seen one like him. Hold it out of the way and I'll bandage your cut."

Dunnell held his cock up as she got closer. He released it when she leaned forwards. His cock smacked her in the nose and his fat cockhead slid across her lips. "Sorry," he said grabbing it again.

"The cut is barely an inch," she said bandaging it. "Where'd all the blood come from?"

"Blood? That wasn't blood. It was koolaid."

**************

On Saturday, Dunnell and Horse showed up just as Tanja was backing out of the driveway. She pretended not to see them. Big D figured she was embarrassed about the day before and trying to avoid them. The men were nearly finished with the deck. Luckily, a fast moving thunderstorm moved in before they could get too far along. Dunnell was running out of time.

Sunday, the two black men arrived as Alan was loading up his truck with fishing gear. "About time you boys showed up. I expect you to be finished today."

"I don't see why not," replied Dunnell.

"Come on Tommy," yelled Alan. The young boy came running out of the house eager to go fishing with his dad.

"Oh hi," said Tanja coming out of the house to wave at her husband and son. She was carrying the baby over one shoulder. "Will you boys be needing me for anything? I'm going to go out and do errands."

"Actually, we should finish soon. It's important that you hang around to give your ok on the finished product."

"Oh! I guess I can stick around."

"You're not avoiding me are you? I sincerely appologize for the other day."

"It's fine. No harm done."

"I brought you a peace offering." Dunnell reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of rum. "The stuff you drink is garbage compared to this. This is dark Jamaican rum. Once you've had a taste of the strong dark stuff, you won't go back to what you're used too."

"Well thanks. I've been wanting to try other things, but usually just stick to what I'm used too."

"We can celebrate with a glass when we finish today. It's Horse's birthday you know."

"Well happy birthday, Horse."

Horse just grunted a thanks.

"Lets get to work. Horse, we still gotta seal the hottub in and fill it." Dunnell was pleased to see Tanja open the bottle of rum. She sniffed it and poured some into a glass of soda.

Tanja drank half her glass as she washed some dishes. "Want some water or anything?" she called through the window.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I'll come get it." Dunnell entered the house.

Tanja got two glasses for him and set them down just as the baby started to cry. "Help yourself," she told Dunnell. "Davy's hungry. Once he's full, this time of day he usually leaves me alone for a good three to four hours." Dunnell waited until she had left the room. He grabbed the bottle of rum and slowly filled her glass back up. Husband and son were gone fishing, baby would be out for hours, and the lovely milf was on her way to becoming drunk. Thngs were coming together nicely.

Dunnell went back outside to finish cleaning up. Horse had placed the garden hose in the tub and was filling it up. When the water was about halfway full, he turned the heater and jets on to get it fired up.

Tanja came out sipping her rum and coke. She made a face as she sipped it. "Whew. This stuff is strong. You boys did a wonderful job on the deck. I can't wait to relax in the tub. Would you like that celebratory rum now?"

"That would be wonderful," said Dunnell. He winked at Tanja as she turned and headed for her kitchen. "Horse, when she comes back, pretend your back is hurt. It's now or never."

"I gets it." Horse removed the hose as the tub was full now. Tanja came back outside and handed both men their drinks. "Aargh," he growled grabbing his back.

"You ok?" asked Tanja.

"He's got a bad back. Construction is hell on the body. I'm in constant pain also."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Well..." Dunnell pretended to think. "Hot tubs are suppossed to be soothing and therapeutic on aches and pains. You could let us soak for awhile."

"I don't know. Alan and I were planning on breaking it in tonight."

"I understand. If you don't want two black men in your tub..."

"I hates racists," growled Horse.

"It's not that," pleaded Tanja ashamed that it was partially true. "Alright why not? Go relax for an hour or two. You guys deserve the fruits of your labor." Tanja went back inside her house. When the black men left, she'd probably have time to drain and refill the tub before Alan got home. Alan had hinted that he might be up for sex in the tub tonight. It had been months since she'd had sex and her body started reacting just thinking about it. She was still thinking about making love with her husband when she heard Dunnell call her name. "Yes," she said leaning out the sliding glass door.

"Could we have another glass?" asked Dunnell.

"Of course." Tanja walked over to the tub. Both men were sitting in it. Their clothes were piled beside it on the deck. The black men were sitting back with their arms outstretched. Alan was pretty fit and Dunnell had fantastic biceps, but Horse had arms nearly the size of her waist. She took their glasses and refilled them inside filling her own glass for good measure. Dunnell was right about this being good rum. "How's the tub?" she asked returning.

"Wonderful. You should join us." Dunnell took his glass.

"I couldn't." Tanja stumbled a little leaning over to hand Horse his drink. "Whew! I'm a little dizzy."

"It's the booze. Join us and relax. It'll help."

"Alcohol doesn't affect me." Tanja was light headed.

"Dark is always stronger and better. Get in the tub. It'll help burn the booze off. Hey, it's your hottub. You should be in here enjoying it too."

"Told you she was a racist," grunted Horse. He drained his drink in one gulp.

"No! No, I'm not a racist. It just isn't appropriate for me to get in a tub with two black men."

"See bro," Horse shook his head. "She said black men. If we was white, she'd be in here enjoying herself like we is."

"Maybe you're right, buddy." Dunnell frowned as he looked Tanja in the eyes. "She kept screaming when she saw us. Maybe you're right. I'm not comfortable here anymore." Dunnell develeped a hurt expression on his face."

"No! That's not it at all," explained Tanja. Her eyes had trouble focusing and she was seeing double.

"I bet Alan's a racist too."

"We should look into that," said Dunnell.

"My husband's as fair as I am," said Tanja suddenly a bit concerned. What did Dunnell mean about looking into it? Were they thinking about suing her husband? "Look, I'll join you for awhile if that proves it. Let me go change."

"Gets me a refill," ordered Horse.

Tanja grabbed Horse's glass and returned to the kitchen. "I can't believe this," she mumbled to herself. Her own glass was half full. Tanja threw her head back and drained it. She made herself another then filled Horse's drink. She headed upstairs feeling all warm inside as the booze spread through her system.

Tanja stripped and put her bikini on. She definitely needed a new bathing suit. Tanja turned her rear to the mirror and looked behind her as she tried to pull the material out of her ass. She gave up not satisfied, but grateful her posterior would be sitting underwater anyway. When she turned back to face the mirror, a dark spot was forming around her right nipple. Embarrassing, but what can you do? She'd just have to lower her torso under water to hide it.

Tanja walked downstairs and grabbed the two drinks, taking a big gulp of hers. As she walked back to the hottub, her bikini bottom inched it's way back into her ass crack.

Dunnell felt his cock harden when Tanja came out to the hottub. Her body was incredible. He noticed the wet spot around her nipple. The wet fabric now clung to the nipple outlining it perfectly. Her other nipple was starting to leak. He leaned over and took her drink while she handed Horse his glass. Dunnell was holding back on the booze. As Tanja turned to lower herself into the tub, he filled her own glass up with liquid from his own. He glared at her bare ass until it disappeared under water. Horse's lustfull glare was enough to frighten any woman.

"Whew! It is hot, but nice." Tanja sat back until her breasts slid under water. "You guys did a great job." Tanja took a drink to cool off her rapidly heating body.

"Thanks. Sorry we thought you were a racist. You and Alan are good people."

"I understand. I'm sure black men in this town encounter bigotry all the time."

"But not from you and Alan. Here's to your husband." Dunnell held his glass up in a toast. Tanja and Horse clinked their glasses with his. "Once again, I'm sorry about the other day too."

"It was nothing."

"Nothing? I wouldn't call it nothing."

"What you talking about?" asked Horse.

"Tanja saw my cock the other day when I hurt myself. She seemed pretty fascinated with it

Tanja had never heard someone call their penis a cock. For some reason, it made her tremble a little.

"I guess she never saw a black cock before." Horse laughed loudly.

"It was just so big," she blurted.

"His aint big."

"Bigger then yours, asshole." Dunnell felt nervous as Horse's eyes narrowed. He winked to reassure his oversized friend. "I have a cock that would make any black man proud. Ask Mrs Holmes here. She's seen it."

"My cock is bigger and blacker then yours, bro.

Bull shit! My cock is so big and black, it should have telephone wires strung along it's top."

Horse countered. "My cock is so big and black, it would make King Kong jealous."

"My cock is..."

"Enough about your big black cocks." Tanja clamped her palm over her mouth at her words.

"Police took a mold of my big black cock to use for their billy clubs." Horse beat his chest in victory as he got the last word in.

"Well we just got to settle this once and for all," said Dunnell. "We'll let Tanja decide who is bigger."

"How so?" she asked. Tanja had a strong desire to see Dunnell's again. Her experience with "cocks" was seeing her husband's roughly six inch penis and her children's undeveloped crotches. Dunnell's had been like nothing she had ever encountered before. It was fascinating in a way.

"You'll have to measure us."

"This isn't appropriate."

"No, it's fine. You don't even need to see them."

"Well in that case, but how?"

Dunnell reached over and took her wrist. "You can measure them under water." He brought her hand down between his legs.

Tanja's hand closed over his plump penis. It felt like hard bendable rubber, but it quickly turned steel hard.

"Slide your hand down it."

Tanja slid her hand down the shaft, then back up. She wondered what she was doing? In only a matter of minutes she had gone from handing the black men drinks, to putting her bikini on and joining them in her hot tub with Dunnell's ten inch cock in her hand.

"Measure from the base to the head. Now squeeze the head. How big is it?"

"Maybe like a golfball?" she guessed.

"Now measure Horse."

"Keep yo other hand on Big D's little cock to compare," ordered Horse.

Tanja had been about to let go. She reached out with her free hand and quickly found Horse's cock. "It's about your size, Dunnell, though not as hard. It's a lot softer." Tanja felt her grip widening as the shaft started swelling. The softness disappeared. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. "Ah, I think Horse wins."

"Nonsense!" said Dunnell indignantly. "Feel how big I am." Dunnell grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up and down his shaft. "You telling me he's bigger?"

Tanja did the same with Horse's cock. "It's gotta be over a foot long, Dunnell. Sorry, but you lose."

"Bigger then this?" Dunnell stood up. Water cascaded off his muscular body. Tanja found his ten inch black cock was pointed right at her face. She watched her fist glide up to his fat cockhead, then back down.

"Yeah, it's bigger then that." Horse stood up.

Tanja immediately thought about Horse's King Kong reference. She saw him carrying her up the empire state building. His cock broke the fantasy. It was massive black behemoth. The head was covered by his foreskin. Having two boys, she knew what this meant, but she had never seen an uncircumsized male before. For some reason, the fact that he was uncircumsized made her compare him with an animal again. "Horse wins." Her hand slid up to the head and down the shaft. She watched the bulbous black head emerge from the foreskin.

"I concede," said Dunnell.

"Who has got the biggest blackest cock you ever seen, Tanja."

"You do, Horse."

"I have what?"

"You have the biggest blackest cock I've ever seen."

"Bigger then Dunnell's?"

"A lot bigger."

"And blacker?"

"And blacker. You have the biggest black cock I've ever seen."

"Bigger then Alan's?"

"Way bigger then..." Tanja suddenly released the gigantic shaft. "What am I doing?" she asked out loud.

Dunnell flashed a glare a Horse. He may have ruined their chances by mentioning her husband. "Tanja it's fine," he consoled. Her hand was still on his cock. Big D placed his hand in her hair and turned her head towards his shaft. "It's natural for a woman to behave like you are when faced with superior cock for the first time." His cockhead bobbed inches from her lips. "It's not embarrassing to want to see a larger cock or hold one in your hands or even to suck one." Dunnell's cockhead brushed her lips. She unconciously moved her face back, but his grip on her head was firm.

"I don't want...mmpphhh!" Dunnell's cockhead pushed past her lips until it rested in her mouth.

"It's me or him," Dunnell whispered in her ear.

Tanja moved her eyes to see that Horse was still standing in the tub with his monster cock at full mast. She ran her tongue around Dunnell's bloated cockhead. She bobbed her head experimentally gaining steam. She'd never done this before with any man. Tanja knew what it was, but considered it slutty. Her friend Florence had done it back in high school and became known as Blow Flo. Florence tried and failed to comit suicide. Alan had hinted that he wanted his dick sucked once before they married, but Tanja had been horrified at the thought.

"That's a good cocksucker." Dunnell held her head and pushed his cock in deeper. "Suck that black cock."

Tanja did as she was told sucking on five or so inches. She was tormented inside. This was an act she considered slutty and repulsive, but her body was quivering. She could feel her hard nipples pushing against her bikini top. Her crotch ached for attention. Deep down inside her was a slut waiting to be released. Tanja had recognized this, but knew she could keep the slut confined to nothing more then a few private fantasies. All it had taken was a little inhibition lowering booze to bring the slut to the surface. She was eagerly sucking Dunnell's cock now.

Tanja gripped the base of Dunnell's shaft while bobbing her head rapidly over as much as she could cram down her mouth. D's hand no longer guided her head. This wasn't normal for her, but she never gagged. Tanja began wondering if she was a natural born cocksucker?

Tanja watched Horse sit back down while she blew his friend. She was both grateful and resentful at his presence. The scary black man would keep this from going any further. If he hadn't been present, she could see herself losing control and taking Dunnell inside her, cheating on her husband.

Just when Tanja began to feel the muscles in her back and jaw began to strain, Dunnell's cock swelled up. She slowed down, but Dunnell's hand returned to her head and made her speed back up. Tanja feared he might cum in her mouth. She jerked her head back, but encountered Dunnell's firm grip just as the black man thrust forwards.

Dunnell's cock was in her throat when it first squirted. The warmth of his semen surprised her as it flowed down her throat. He pulled out a bit and sperm filled her mouth. His seed reached her tongue and she was glad he had cum in her mouth. More hot sperm filled her mouth forcing her to swallow. Dunnell was groaning with pleasure as she swallowed his seed. Tanja had never felt more powerful or womanly then at that moment.

Dunnell pulled his cock out. It angled down still swollen and dark with blood. It softened some more as he plopped down into the tub with a contented sigh.

Tanja was dazed. She stared off into space trying to figure out what had just happened. A small drop of sperm slid down her lip and she absentmindedly used her finger to push it into her mouth. She reached over for her drink. She hesitated before drinking, not wanting to drown out the taste of Dunnell's semen, but she swallowed a mouthful anyway.

"Now suck me," growled Horse standing back up. He waded over to her and pointed his thirteen inch monster at her face.

Tanja looked towards Dunnell for help, but he just shrugged saying, "It's only fair to suck him off also."

"I can't. It's too big and my jaw is sore."

"Just lick the head then. I always wanted to see a white woman licking my cock." Horse actually whacked his cockhead down on her forehead.

"Ok. I guess I could do that." Tanja stuck her tongue out and swirled it around Horse's cockhead. His cock suddenly shot fluid into her mouth. The amount was surprisingly small compared to Dunnell's especially considering Horse had much larger testicles. The massive black cock never softened, but continued to shoot fluid several times a minute. Tanja was amazed to realize that the mammoth meat was just lubricating itself. "My tongue is too tired," she stated. Tanja was dissapointed as she had a strong desire to see this big black cock cum.

"I wants to fuck you."

Tanja shuddered partly from fear and partly from the desire to submit to this strange animalistic male. "I can't do that to my husband and besides you're too big."

"Let me titty fuck ya, then."

"What's that?"

Dunnell interjected, "Horse would use your breasts to jerk off. It wouldn't be cheating."

"I guess I could do that then."

"Scoot back and lay down on the deck."

Tanja slid herself out of the hot tub and laid back on the new deck. Her feet still rested in the water as Horse stepped out of the water and straddled her body. He kneeled down over her crotch. He was such a big man, he didn't put all his weight on her. Tanja arched her neck to see his large balls were splayed out on her stomach. He leaned forwards and bent his thick shaft down between her breasts. Horse untied one string on her bikini before ripping her top off.

"Needs some lubrication."

"There's some suntan lotion on the kitchen counter."

"Little D, you heard the lady. Go get the fucking lotion."

"Yeah, sure thing." Dunnell climbed out of the tub and didn't bother drying as he entered his boss's house. He easily spotted the lotion and returned to the deck.

"Pours it on," ordered Horse.

Horse was pushing Tanja's breasts together to sandwich his cock between them. To Tanja it looked like a burnt foot long hotdog nestled in an oversized bun. The tip of the hot dog was brushing against her lips. She absentmindedly kissed it while Dunnell squeezed the lotion along Horse's shaft like he was coating the hot dog with mustard. The scent of coconut rose off Horse's shaft and Tanja felt the lotion running down between her breasts. Dunnell tossed the bottle aside and returned to the tub, disappearing behind Horse.

Horse started rapidly bucking his hips. His hard bulbous cockhead smacked her chin and lips to the point she feared she might bruise. Tanja threw her head back against the deck which allowed his cockhead to thrust up over her mouth and nose. She stayed still while Horse thrust his cock back and forth. There was a sudden stab of pain in her nipples. Large black hands had manuevered around so that Horse could squeze her nipples while he squeezed her breasts together.

Tanja looked down her body in time to see a short jet of milk fly out of her left nipple several inches into the air. Horse snorted and started pumping his cock faster. Milk shot out of her right nipple and then her left again. David's going hungry tonight she thought as Horse continued to milk her swollen nipples. White milk added to the lubrication Horse was using to fuck her breasts. Tanja couldn't prevent her body from reacting to Horse's breast play. Her sensitive nipples had her raising her hips up as if she were getting fucked. Tanja moaned, sticking her tongue out to caress the cockhead thrusting out over her mouth. She could taste coconut, precum, and her own breast milk on it.

Dunnell sat in the tub staring at Horse's hard black ass clenching as he titty fucked Tanja Holmes. Tanja was spreading her legs open underneath Horse and Dunnell could see a growing wet spot staining her bikini. He waded over between her legs as she was slowly bucking her hips. He untied the sides of her bikini bottoms and Tanja didn't seem to notice. Dunnell bent forward over the edge of the hot tub and stared at Tanja's pussy. Her labia was soaked with desire. He stuck his tongue out and licked it up her pussy lips.

Tanja's hips bucked of their own accord. Her eyes flew wide open as she felt the contact on her crotch. She closed her right eye just as a wad of precum from Horse's cock splattered on her eye lid. She was horrified to realize that the thing between her legs had to be Dunnell's tongue. However, her crotch was leaping into his tongue each time he thrust it forward. She wished she could reach around Horse and pull Dunnell's head deep into her pussy. Nothing had ever felt this good. The pleasure radiating out from her pussy and breasts was unbearable. The pleasure turned into an explosive orgasm like none she'd ever had before. She came again and again as Dunnell worked two fingers inside her while he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Tanja almost cried when Dunnell removed his mouth and fingers. She couldn't see him behind the massive torso of Horse, but she could feel him spreading her legs open. The pleasure returned as something big and hard pressed against her labia. Her soaked pussy easily opened for the large invader. Tanja realized that Dunnell was pushing his cock inisde her. She prayed he had somehow put a condom on, but at this point she wasn't about to say no getting fucked by his big cock. Tanja couldn't of stopped him if she wanted to, Horse's weight completely pinned her to the ground.

Tanja came again as Dunnell's cock reached deeper then Alan ever had. Her pussy squeezed every square inch of his cock's surface, loving every bit of it. Tanja bucked into his cock each time Dunnell thrust it forward.

"Bro, I wish you could see the expression on this whore's face." Horse was gasping now as he had been titty fucking her for over a half hour. "This white bitch is loving our black cocks."

"Lord forgive me, I do love them. Fuck my white pussy," cried Tanja not caring the least bit for the demeaning way Horse was refering to her. Ten inches of black cock felt incredible.

Having ten inches of black cock buried in a white pussy felt incredible. Dunnell loved this pussy. Tanja was working his cock, squeezing it with her vaginal muscles. This was the best pussy he had ever fucked, and he'd fucked plenty. He wished he could have this pussy for himself without Horse ruining it.

"Here it cums, bitch," growled Horse. The huge black man roughly squeezed her tits forcing two streams of milk into the air at the same time. A third white geyser exploded from the tip of the huge cock just as it passed her lips. Sperm covered her hair. Horse didn't slow the thrusts of his cock. More semen peppered her forehead and eyes. She raised her head, opening her mouth as the cock in her pussy made her orgasm. Horse's huge cockhead slammed against her parted lips, shooting a wad of semen that entirely filled her mouth. Tanja gulped the hot fluid down as more filled her mouth. Sperm dribbled down her lips and chin. Tanja felt sperm splatter on her neck. Horse released her breasts and covered one with a final wad of sperm.

Horse slid forward. His cock slid over her face as it lost a little of it's steel. His large nut sack slapped her chin, then trailed over her mouth before he lifted it up off her face. Horse stood and stepped over the prone woman.

Dunnell leaned forwad wanting to kiss this incredible woman, but thought otherwise when he saw her sperm covered face. Instead, he bent down to suck the one nipple that wasn't coated in semen. Large red handprints covered Tanja's white breasts. Dunnell sucked her nipple between his lips and was twice rewarded as milk shot into his mouth and her pussy orgasmed again. It spasmed inwards clenching his cock as if to pull it in deeper.

Dunnell sat up and crooked Tanja's legs in his arms. He was done with worrying about Tanja's pleasure and ready to take care of his own. He began fucking her hard with the full length of his cock. Tanja's hips bucked off the ground to meet his thrusts. She wasn't done with her own pleasure. She had never been fucked like this before. She came and came until the orgasms were nearly unbearable. If Dunnell's cock was impressive, his stamina was even more impressive. He couldn't last forever and eventually he buried his cock and held it still.

Tanja had an orgasm that nearly knocked her out as sperm flooded her womb. They stared into each others eyes as Dunell's cock pumped jet after jet of semen into her. Her hoped for condom didn't exist, but she no longer cared. Dunnell collapsed on top of her as his cock shot it's last few wads. He hunched his back and they kissed passionately. He no longer cared that her face was still covered with Horse's semen.

Tanja kissed him back calculating in her mind how long it had been since her last period. She cringed inwardly when she realized it was her most fertile time of the month.

Inside her womb milions of sperm swam upwards in their quest to fertilize an egg.

"No," whined Tanja softly as Dunnell's cock plopped out of her pussy. Dunnell rose off her for several inches. The black man hovered over her as if by magic. A shadow fell across her and she saw Horse had pulled Dunnell off her. The black giant dropped the other black man to his knees beside her. "What are you doing?" she asked awed by Horse's new erection. These two men had stamina!

"Get yo ass on all fours," ordered Horse.

Tanja barely had strength to move, but she lifted herself up and rolled onto her knees. "Why?"

"I'm gonna fucks ya dawg style."

"Jesus, no! That thing is too big for my pussy."

"Shut up and spread those legs."

Dunnell reached out and grabbed Horse's wrist. "Don't do it buddy." Dunnell cringed as Horse closed his hand into a sledgehammer sized fist. "No means no," he said hurriedly. "Still, I think it would fit if you took it easy."

"No way." Tanja was still on all fours. She could feel a steady stream of semen leaking out between her legs.

"It will fit. Let me prove it. Let the big guy just put some of it in to prove I'm right."

"To prove you wrong you mean." Tanja looked over her shoulder. "Go ahead and try, but be careful."

Horse's brow furrowed at his friends amazing ability to get things done. Dunnell had skillfully protected Horse from a rape rap and had the white woman give Horse permission to stick his cock in her. From now on the two black men would be a team whether Big D agreed or not.

Horse hefted his thirteen inch tube steak and brought it down between Tanja's ass cheeks. He moved the head down to her still swollen pussy. Dunnell's semen lubricated Horse's cockhead as the brute pressed it against Tanja's still gaping pussy. He pushed.

"Ugh," groaned Tanja falling forward onto her new deck. Her head rested on her arms while her ass was still thrust upwards. "Told you it wouldn't fit." Her pussy lips pushed inwards and then amazingly parted for the massive cockhead. "Ohmygod that's big," gasped Tanja. "Is it all in?"

"Yep, you took the head." Dunnell looked at Horse's black monster stabbing Tanja's beautiful white body and he felt his own cock stirring at the live porno before him.

"It feels like he shoved a tennis ball inside me." Tanja was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Not that big," replied Dunnell, but it was close. "I think you could take some more."

"All right. Just take it slow."

Horse was sweating as he resisted his instincts. He was a put it in, fuck, cum, go get a beer kind of guy. Patience was not his strong suit. He worked his cock around and found he did savor the feeling of a tight pussy squeezing his cockhead. He grunted and pushed more inside her.

"I don't believe it," moaned Tanja. It did hurt a little. Where his cockhead traveled deeper, her pussy was stretching out to the point she felt it might rip. However, the opening of her pussy which had been stretched for several minutes now was hugging the thick shaft, stretching to accomodate it. Here it started feeling good and the feeling started progressing deeper.

Tanja rested her head on her folded arms enjoying the growing sense of pleasure. She opened her eyes as she felt a hand on her chin. Dunnell kneeled in front of her. He raised her head up gently forcing her back up to all fours. Incredibly, his cock was hard again. He raised himself up and guided it to her lips. Tanja opened them and took his cock into her mouth.

Dunnell watched her lips enfold his cockhead before looking down Tanja's back. Horse had squeezed over half his cock in her. The giant was holding his hand out to Dunnell. The two men high fived. Dunnell winced at the force of Horse's blow. "This is some good pussy," said Horse. It was, thought Dunnell not answering.

Tanja now felt like a certified slut. She had two cocks in her and Horse considered her no more then a pussy for him to fuck. She was just a tool to be used to get him off and she didn't even care. Horse now started fucking her. Each thrust sent Dunnell's cockhead down her throat making her gag a little.

Tanja was gagging when a sudden orgasm nearly made her choke. The orgasm caught her by surprise. She hadn't realized the pain had disappeared. Her entire pussy now felt good and filled. She had stretched to acommodate nearly his entire cock. Her pussy was now resized for Horse's cock. My pussy belongs to your cock, Horse, she thought knowing it was true. 'What have I done?' she wondered. Alan would never satisfy her again and maybe not even Dunnell, but she would gladly suck the handsome black man off whenever he wanted.

Suck she did. Horse was using her body to fuck his cock. His beefy hands held her hips pulling her into his cock and pushing her off which buried Dunnell's cock down her throat. Her next orgasm removed all regrets from her mind.

Horse started fucking her harder. Tanja gasped, gagging on Dunnell's cock. "Are you ok?" Dunnell asked with concern as he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Ugh," she gasped as Horse continued fucking her. "Aaaargh! Knees. Ah, so full. Knees hurt. So big."

Dunnell understood. "Yo Horse, pull out a second." Horse just glared at him and continued fucking her. "You're hurting her knees, bro. Let her ride you."

Horse grunted and reluctantly pulled his cock out of her pussy. "Hurry up," he said, smacking her ass. He laid down on the deck and held his cock up for her.

Tanja mouthed thanks to Dunnell who winked back at her. She stood and squatted over Horse's cock, moaning with pleasure as she lowered herself over it. "Yes," she sighed.

"You dig that big black cock of mine don't you slut?" Horse brought his hands up to kned and squeeze Tanja's breasts. One of which was covered with dried flakes of his sperm.

"God help me, I do love it." Tanja stared down lovingly at Horse's ugly face. He no longer appeared brutish to her. "My pussy is yours," she said as Dunnell grabbed her hair. He pulled her face up and guided his cock back into her mouth. He was standing with his legs spread over Horse's head.

Dunnell didn't fuck her mouth for long. He pulled out after a few minutes and was impressed to see, Tanja's mouth follow his cock wanting to suck it some more. Damn, this bitch was a first class slut! Dunnell wished he could have her all to himself.

There was one part he could have to himself and he'd have to live with it. Big D reached down for the discarded bottle of lotion and walked around behind her.

"I wanna fuck you forever," said Tanja sliding up and down Horse's big cock. He arched his back and squeezed one nipple. A short stream of milk shot onto his outstretched tongue. This made Tanja cum again and she quit bouncing to savor the orgasm. As she paused, her rectum clenched and opened for Dunnell's thick finger. "What are you doing?" she gasped as the slick finger in her ass prolonged her orgasm.

"I'm getting you ready to fuck your ass."

"That's nasty," replied Tanja. His finger actually enhanced the sex, but the thought of taking his cock frightened her.

"You're nasty, slut. Trust me, you'll love it." Dunnell worked his finger around in her ass before adding a second one. This caused Tanja to jump a little, but she easily took both. Her rectum squeezed Dunnell's fingers and he decided that having her ass to himself might not be so bad after all.

Dunnell brought his fat cockhead up to her puckered little rosebud. He squeezed the bottle of lotion, coating his shaft and the area around her ass. He even pressed the tip of the bottle against her anus and squeezed some lotion inside. Dunnell crunched the bottle and threw it off the deck. Big D pushed his cock hard against her anus. The pressure caused her rosebud to open and his cockhead pushed inside.

Tanja jerked from the stab of pain in her butt. She instinctively tried to get away from the cock in her ass which meant sliding up Horse's cock. Horse didn't like this. He grabbed her waist and slammed her back down on his shaft forcing half of Dunnell's cock into her ass. Tanja screamed and collapsed on top of Horse. She was gasping like a pregnant woman giving birth.

Dunnell pushed the rest of his cock in her. Her heard Tanja groan, but she didn't have the strength to resist. Her ass gripped his cock as tightly as it had his fingers. He could feel Horse's massive meat in her pussy. Horse was making his cock jerk which caused Tanja anus to squeeze Dunnell's cock. Dunnell started jerking his own cock. Eventually, Tanja's groans turned into moans. She started moving her crotch around.

The two black men began fucking her. It wasn't easy developing a rhythym, but they settled on alternating thrusts. Dunnell's scrotum slid along Horse's ball sack as they fucked. Horse's balls were sticky and soaked with a mixture of Dunnell's semen and Tanja's orgasms. Tanja was constantly cumming. She could no longer fuck Horse's cock. Horse was cupping her ass and holding her up so that he could buck his hips up into her pussy. He had been fucking her for nearly an hour now and couldn't hold back. When he came, it felt like someone had just turned a hose on inside her pussy.

Dunnell's sperm sensed the threat and turned to face the new wave of sperm while a few continued on towards the egg. Dunnell's sperm didn't stand a chance. The invading sperm were bigger, swifter, and more numerous. Horse's sperm overwhelmed the defenders and quickly caught up with the lead sperm, killing it. It was one of Horse's sperm that found the receptive egg.

Dunnell couldn't hold back either. His cock had more room when Horse's cock deflated a little. Tanja had also quit bouncing so that Dunnell could just rapidly pump her asshole. He grunted as his strong stream of cum filled her ass.

"I love your big black cocks," Tanja screamed. She opened her eyes and screamed again. Alan and Tommy were standing in the sliding glass door to the deck. Tommy proudly held two fish on a string.

"SONOFABITCH!" yelled Alan. He turned and ran into the house.

"Shit bro, I'm gone." Dunnell pulled his softened cock out of Tanja's ass. He grabbed his clothes and ran.

Horse tossed Tanja off him and followed Dunnell. He didn't even bother grabbing his clothes. They had disappeared around the corner just as Alan reappeared with a shot gun.

The two black men might of made it back to Dunnell's apartment if Horse had been dressed. They didn't even make it a mile from the Holmes' house when the police siren sounded behind them.

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For two reasons, the rape charges were dismissed by a disgusted looking conservative white judge.

First, Tanja Holmes slipped the handsome black baliff a note with her phone number on it. The baliff thought it was meant for the judge and turned it over.

The main reason Dunnell Jackson and Richard "Dickey" Little aka Horse got off was that their public defender got Tommy to tell the truth. "What did you hear your mother say again, Tommy?" asked the lawyer.

"I love your big black cocks."

"I see," said the lawyer after the jury gasped. "Why did you just tell your lawyer that your mother was struggling and crying?"

"Daddy told me to."

Alan collapsed his head on the table. Tanja stood up with difficulty. Her swollen belly was twice the size of her last pregnancy. "I think my water just broke," she said clutching the table.

Dunnell returned home to find himself locked out and that his belongings had been give to charity

Garden Surprise

Garden Surprise
By: Towtruck 73 (othello551183@hotmail.com)

Garden Surprise

Nellie was never much of a gardener, and freely admitted it. Her best friend Dave had a natural talent for maintaining anything that sprouted roots, so he was only too happy to teach her how it was done. One warm summer's day, he offered to trim back her hedges, mow the lawns and generally clean up the garden. Nellie, in slack mode, hired a ride-on mower around the lawns. Dave tore all the weeds from the garden beds, hacked the out of control ivy, and tilled the soil with a shovel. Soon he had a sweat up that made it look as if someone had just tipped a bucket of water over him.

Although he wore a drill shirt and shorts, his athletic physique was obvious to Nellie. She'd seen him in his underpants before, and it took all her will not to jump his bones in an instant. Back then he had a jealous girlfriend, whom put him through hell. One day he snapped and left her. Nellie had stood by him as a shoulder to lean on when it got too much. She never made any moves on him, but their friendship grew stronger as his ex-girlfriend's hold over him faded. Today, they could tell each other anything.

Nellie wore a white T-shirt and matching thin cotton shorts. Beneath this, she wore a skimpy bikini top and G-string. This contrasted beautifully with her long dark hair and dark brown eyes. When she stepped off the mower, she spread out a sheet of canvas on the lawn, and started up the reticulation system. Soon Dave was soaked head to toe. Nellie casually walked through the sprinklers up to him, and led him to the canvas tarp. As the water made her outfit transparent, she kissed him passionately. She unbuttoned his shirt and fondled the growing bulge in his shorts. He lifted up her T-shirt and pulled down her shorts, as she did likewise to him. Shedding his boots, he laid her down on the canvas. Realising he was in broad daylight in a suburban backyard only turned him on more.

It would be obvious to all that Nellie had something in mind. The bikini top opened with a bow at the front, and the G-string with ties at the sides. Dave kissed her passionately again, his tongue gently probing her mouth. Lying on his side, he pulled open the bow on Nellie's top. She turned to face him, and he licked and sucked her nipples, gently grazing them with his teeth. His hands moved down to her arse. He playfully squeezed her buns then tore open the sides of her G-string. Taking a hint, Nellie parted her legs and flung it away. Dave stroked her bush, teasing her by moving slowly towards her slit. When his fingers finally reached it, he slid them inside at a pace that made Nellie shove his finger hard into her. He didn't need to be told twice, fingering her furiously. Both the rise and fall of her chest, and the ever-increasing moans told Dave she was at the pinnacle of a climax. He shed his undies and plunged his cock into her, as Nellie almost screamed. The combination of the thrill of outdoor sex, and the lustful frenzy of it drove her wild. She raked her nails across his back, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him into her.

Nellie orgasmed, and despite the cold water, blushed at how loud she was. Dave didn't mind, as her orgasm subsided, he rolled onto his back Taking the hint, she rode his cock as had and fast as she could. Dave smiled at her, knowing he could hold out for quite a while in this position. He alternated between grabbing her arse and pinching her nipples, driving her wild. As another climax grew in her, Dave made her kneel, fucking her doggy style. She let out a loud moan this time, almost enough to make the neighbours wander over to the fence. As Dave felt his climax, Nellie panted, "I want you to cum all over me. Let me feel your warm cum on my body." He pulled out, she lay on her back, and Dave grunted as he sprayed cum from her chin to her pussy.

As the orgasms subsided, Dave and Nellie stood up, turned off the sprinklers and went inside. In they shower, they couldn't resist fondling each other as they lathered the soap over their bodies. They towelled off and got into bed, enjoying the casual intimacy.

April and I (part 2)

April and I (part 2) [part 2 of 2]
By: Houston

April and I (part 2)

April and I had just finished making love and now racing to the shower. My shower is multi headed, but what I love most about the shower is the rain function and the waterfall at the back of the shower and the benches along two walls. My shower can hold several people if the need arises.

We reach the shower and I start it up using the fine mist jets. The water is warm and soothing. April steps into the shower the water hits her nipples and they perk right up. I take the soap and began to wash her back; working up a full rich lather, I massage her shoulders and upper arms. April leans into me resting on my chest as I continue to wash her shoulders. I feel her relax as I moved my hands to her breast, April catches her breath as I cup her tits and tweak her erect nipples with my slick warm fingers. I let April lay against me as I wash her front, her eyes are closed, and she has her head back in total bliss. She tells me that no one has ever washed her before. I just continue freeing her from her cares.

I take her hands and place them on the shower wall in front of us; this will give me better access to wash her back and lower body. I again start at her shoulder blades using strong but gentle strokes, teasing her sides with my fingertips. I massage her upper back, down her spine across her turtle tattoo. This massage continues down her lower back to the top of her hips. April has put her forearms on the wall arching her back; ass high one knee bent forward her right leg back a bit a pose reflecting a true work of art.

I let the suds run down her body down the cleft of her ass. I wash and massage both round globes of her ass, letting my fingers trace the valley between the two. My fingers tease the rosebud of her ass not to make entry but just to light tease her a bit. April sighs relaxing letting me have access her pussy. I cup her lower lips from behind parting her outer lips stroking her clit. I quit and go back to cleaning away the residue of our lovemaking. April parts her legs more. I clean her being easy and sure not to get soap inside of her. I stroke her inner lips teasing her clit more April is letting the water and my hands ease the tension away her breathing is shallow and relaxed.

I continue down her body washing each leg from her thigh down to her feet being sure to massage her firmly but gently. I take each foot and wash them care. I kiss each foot when done it is like a page taken from history or fable a man paying homage to his goddess. I desire to be no where but at her feet at this time I glance up at her seeing her in this place she is truly gorgeous.

I shake myself from my dream state and stand up taking the hand sprayer from its cradle turning it on adjusting the heat. I then rinse April off letting the suds wash away. I take care to rinse her well, before I let her turn to face me I kiss her turtle tattoo and loving the taste of her skin on my lips. She turns and I rinse her front she is looking up at me with smoldering eyes, I look at her eyes her face her lips I want a kiss no I need a kiss from her more than my next breath. I kiss her easy at first by my need takes over and the kiss turns into a tongue fest.

April breaks the kiss and takes the soap working it in her hand she washes the front of my neck, across my shoulders. She reaches my upper arms kneading the muscles as she washes me divine pressures on my arms. April works her way down my body she then takes my hard cock into her soapy hands cleaning me, cupping my balls tugging them gently, me wishing for more. I hold my breath as April traces the line from my balls to my ass going back and forth several times before she is done. She then washes my thighs and calves massaging them the same way I did her I am in haven and don't want to be anyplace else. She stands up and turns me to the wall massaging and washing the back of my body. I am now clean she takes the hand sprayer and rinses me, kissing each part of my body when it is free from soap.

I turn off the shower and put it on rain mode, a light warm rain begins to fall from the ceiling. The waterfall is flowing and the sounds of the jungle are coming from the speakers. I sit April on the seat near the waterfall seeing her their reminds me of a story I read on erotic stories dot com. I kiss her full on the lips, out tongues battle for control she not knowing that I would gladly turn over full control to her. My hands roam up and down her body and my mouth soon follows. Kissing her breast sucking her nipples, April takes my head and guides it back and forth from one breast to the other. April leans back as I kiss on down her body kissing her naval and all around. Lower I go her sent catches my nose clean, fresh and musky. Her clit is in need of a kiss and I give it letting my tongue flick it. April has her legs open I am on my knees drinking her up. I can hear the rain falling it mixes with the sound of the falls and April's moans as she holds my head with one hand. I can tell April is cuming because my head is held a little tighter, her thighs are on my cheeks and her breathing is quickened, her moans have built to a level of pleaser as she cums. I drink from her wanting to be drowned by her. April moans out " cumming, don't stop yes, yes, yes".

April relaxes her grip with her legs. I stand my rigid cock between us. I ease into her sex, slowly sinking into her, rocking into her and pulling out jut leaving the head in then part way back in. April hooks her feet around my lower back pulling me deep into her velvet vice. We fuck meeting on the down thrust slamming into each other our lips chewing each other. I pull out pulling April up and around, I take her from behind. April bends over and I take her hips into my hands driving into her. I am close she is close then again she cums I continue to fuck as she cums I cant hold off any longer pulling out and cumming n her tattoo, one, two, three large jets of cum. I bend down and kiss her neck shoulders, back. April turns and kisses me then laughing she says "How are we ever going to get clean?" I laugh as I turn on the hand sprayer and began to rinse this woman off again......................