“Are you ever going to put any clothes on, Corina?” Collin said, grumbling. Still new to this whole cuckolding lark, he was finding it very difficult to get past his previous inhibitions. Corina wondered if he ever truly would. He had kind of been forced into this lifestyle, after all.
“Not when the girls aren’t around, no,” Corina said. “I like to watch you squirm as you see my tattoo every time.”
Collin flinched as he involuntarily looked at her stomach and the symbol of a spade from a deck of cards. Surrounding it were smaller male gender symbols, all in black ink. He now knew precisely what this meant and he still shuddered at the thought of that night. He might have accepted it, but he still... didn’t accept it. That made little to no sense, but he still couldn’t honestly decide whether to leave or stay. For the moment, he stayed... and Corina reminded him of his decision as often as she could.
“...and as the girls aren’t here this weekend, I’m going to be naked the whole time.” She spun on her heel and walked out of his office door. Collin sighed but she hadn’t finished with him, popping her head back in.
“Oh, also... I’ve got a few ... friends coming over in half an hour. Make sure the food is all done for us. You’ll be serving us all, okay? Don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten your needs... you get to eat the cum out of our pussies when the guys are all done.”
Collin groaned as she laughed. He hated himself for liking the taste of the black sperm injected into his wife’s vagina. It was even worse than the adultery... yet he actually looked forward to it now. Was he gay? No, he had no attraction to men at all... he just liked gulping down loads of semen. Oh God, what had he become?
---
“You sure you’re ready for this, Bin Bin?” Mei Ling said as they approached the dilapidated building. Workmen had erected scaffolding and a big sign saying ‘Tandino Construction’ hung from it.
Bin Bin nodded firmly. “Yes, I’m still annoyed your mother kept us in the other night. She really is a... well, you know. I can’t believe it has taken this long to get out by ourselves. Cousin, I’m not satisfied with just the occasional secretive kiss or pussy touch... I want to ravish you and for you to ravish me... and...”
“...for men to ravish you too?” Mei Ling chuckled. “Don’t worry, once we’re done here... well, you’ll see. Come on, let’s go see Bam Bam.”
---
The front door of the huge house was imposing, just as the gates at the beginning of the seemingly endless driveway had been. This was proper money, landed gentry, all that jazz. Emily felt a stab of guilt that she was here, with her mother, to tear her sister Chloe away from this life of luxury. But then she smiled. What was more luxurious than sliding your pussy down the length of a huge black cock? The guilt went away. Chloe would find more fulfilment getting her holes smashed in by a gang of studs than she would wasting away her hours in this desolate place.
Still, the place was impressive, even more so than Tandino’s abode had been. It made her angry too - this was white privilege writ large - a testament to how much they had and how hard it was for even the richest black individual to to even come close to. Guilt? No, not now. She ground her teeth and resolved to take something away from this man who probably got everything without working a day in his life...
“Aha, you must be Emily and Margaret!” a dashing young man opened the door. Emily had to admit he was handsome and muscular. She even checked out his groin as he was reaching a hand out to her mother in greeting. Nothing spectacular there that she could see, she grinned inwardly. Chloe was, to Emily and her mother, the most likely of her three sisters to succumb to black cock, hence their targeting of her first. The other two... well, they had their own issues to overcome. Chloe would be tough - money conquered all - but would it meet its match up against a 12 inch cock?
“Please, come in. Don’t worry about bags, our man Prysock will deliver them to your suites. Come, Chloe is in the sun lounge waiting for you. She’s been very excited about your visit. I have been too, it is wonderful to meet her ****** at long last,” the man, whose name was Rufus, said.
Rufus Archibald Travers III, apparently, according to Chloe. Emily shuddered as she followed him into the most absurdly opulent building she’d even been in. He was prattling on about how old the building was, how the Travers ****** had occupied it for centuries and so on. Every annoying syllable made her ever more determined to rip his heart out and stomp on it. She grinned at the image of him crying on his knees as Chloe was fucked up the ass in front of him by a ripped black stud. Oh yes, this would happen. It must happen.
“...and so, you, my dear Emily, will have the royal suite and Margaret, the presidential. I hope they will both be to your satisfaction. I need to just go tell Chloe you are here and she will be up shortly. Please, make yourself at home. I will be but a moment!”
He flounced off and Emily looked at her mother, who rolled her eyes back at her. They entered Emily’s room and, to be fair, it took their breath away. It was... just ridiculous. Words couldn’t describe how decadent the bedroom was. Margaret’s was similar, if not more so. Emily looked at her mother after they had taken their surroundings in.
“So... which one do we sleep in tonight, mother?”
Margaret turned to her ******** and smiled, pushing the door closed behind them. They kissed as passionately as ever, hands roaming, tongues exploring. Emily had to push her mother away.
“Mother, someone might walk in on us! Chloe might!” she chuckled. “Kinda would put the whole plan down the pan if she caught us too early.”
“Oh, come now, sweet ********,” Margaret said, pressing her back against the door. Her hand snaked down into Emily’s underwear, fingers pressing against her throbbing clitoris. “You sure you want me to stop... doing... this!”
Emily gasped, trying not to make any sound, as her mother’s touch drove her wild. “Mummy... please.... Oh fuck.... please don’t... someone could walk in... while.. I’m... cumming... oohhhhhhhhfffuuuccckkk!”
She felt a blissful orgasm caress each nerve ending in her body, knees trembling and hips thrusting at her mother’s hand. Margaret pulled away, watching her ******** get control of herself once again, sucking the orgasmic juices off her fingers as she did so.
“I’m going to make you cum ... like... wow... so many times for that, Mother!” Emily grinned, eyes glazed with satisfaction. “Damn, that was good.”
“You know,” said Margaret, licking her fingers still, “Your pussy tastes better every day. I don’t know how, but...”
A loud knocking on the door startled both women.
“Hello? Emily? Mother? Are you two in there? What are you doing?”
“I’ll get it, you go... tidy yourself up a bit,” Margaret whispered. Emily scooted off into the ensuite bathroom while Margaret opened the door.
“Chloe! My dear! Oh, it’s so good to see you!” she said, hurling her arms around her eldest ********. “Let me look at you, it’s been too long!”
Hellos were said and, when Emily finally appeared from the bathroom, more hugs were had. Chloe eventually hustled them downstairs into the sun lounge and, a few minutes later, the three women were relaxing, feet up, on recliners, a serving girl bringing them drinks. Margaret could see Emily eyeing up the girl and chuckled inwardly. She really was incorrigible. Mind you, Margaret thought, she’d probably stirred her up with what she’d done to her up in the bedroom. And the girl was pretty cute...
“Do you live on the premises?” Emily asked the girl, who nodded.
“Yes, ma’am, it’s cheaper than living in the village. I’m saving up to go abroad, do some work in Spain. I love the sun.” The girl stopped, looking suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry, I... would you like anything else, ma’am?”
“There is something I’d like... could you bring be a notepad and a pen?”
“Of course, I will be back in a minute,” she smiled at Emily. Ye Gods, Margaret thought, she is going to, isn’t she? Emily caught her mother’s eye and winked. Suddenly she knew that their bed would be accommodating a third person that night. She shuddered with excitement.
“So how’s the big city, mother? Emily helping you feel at home, I hope?” Chloe was saying.
“Oh... yes, very much at home. We’ve never been... closer, yes. It’s wonderful. I’ve met all sorts of new people, new friends. It is the best decision I’ve made in my life, I’d say.”
“Wow, that’s great!” Chloe said. “I sometimes wish I could live in the city. I miss... well, just people around, I guess. This place is like a dream, it really is, but yeah, sometimes just a bit more human contact would be nice.”
“Why don’t you come live with us then?” Emily said, bluntly.
“Oh, but the wedding is soon. Rufus promised we would have own own apartment in the city after that, places around the world. It’ll be wonderful. For now we’re here, he’s learning his father’s trade at the moment, so... yes, we’re stuck here.”
“Okay, makes sense,” Emily said. “Rufus seemed... pleasant, sure.”
“Yes, he’s a sweetie, always gives me everything I want, except... oh, well, perhaps I’d better not... it wouldn’t be right to...”
“Come on, girl, spit it out,” Margaret said. “We’re ******, you can tell us anything.”
“Okay, so...” Chloe sighed. “It’s ... it’s sex. We don’t have any. Ever.”
Emily and Margaret shared a glance.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear,” Chloe’s mother said.
“He says he wants to wait until we’re married,” Chloe continued. “It’s fine, I can handle it, just... well, I’ve ... er, fooled about with him a bit and ... well, he might be a bit too... oh, this is a bit embarrassing to talk about!”
“It’s okay, go on, dear,” Margaret said, soothingly.
“He’s too ... big for me, I think,” Chloe said, blushing furiously. She didn’t notice the raised eyebrows of her two relatives. “We joked about and I... er, measured him. He was...”
Chloe used her fingers to indicate a large size.
“... 6 inches!”
The eyebrows rose higher.
“I know, it’s huge, isn’t it! How will that fit in my... er... well, it’ll be difficult, right? I mean, I’m really looking forward to our wedding night, it’ll be so much fun to finally make love to him. All my other boyfriends were much smaller than him. I can’t even imagine a penis bigger than that. It’s giving me goosebumps thinking about it.”
“6 inches?” Emily said. Chloe nodded. “I hate to break it to you, sis, but... that’s not big.”
Chloe looked confused. “What do you mean? He’s the biggest I’ve seen and... how do you know?”
Emily smiled, relaxing in her chair. “My boyfriend is bigger, for a start.”
“I’m sorry, honey, she’s right,” Margaret said. “My one’s is too.”
“No, look, I’m sorry, but I think you must be... wait, you have a boyfriend, Mother?” Chloe said.
“Oh yes,” Margaret beamed. “I met this wonderful young man, Malik, when I was visiting your sister once. We really hit it off and he’s one of the reasons I decided to move down permanently.”
“And you’ve... wow, this is amazing... I knew there was something different about you, you seem much more confident and... well, this conversation proves how you’ve changed,” Chloe said, shaking her head in wonder. “I never thought I’d hear about you having a ... lover.”
Chloe giggled at the word.
“Oh, Chloe, act your age,” Margaret chuckled. “Yes, your dear old mother has convinced a toy boy to pity her with his affections. It is the talk of the town.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean...”
“I know, I know,” Margaret said, lightly brushing her ********’s arm. “But yes, his endowment is significantly bigger than 6 inches.”
“Yes, my boyfriend Michael has a big cock as well,” Emily said, causing Chloe to choke on her drink.
“Emily!” Margaret said, pretending to be appalled at her behaviour.
“Hey, let’s just call them what they are, Mother,” Emily grinned. “When they’re that big, they deserve to be called cocks.”
“Oh dear,” Chloe said, clearing her throat. “Well, I am still skeptical. I mean, it could just look big and I guess I can imagine them a little bigger, but... significantly? No, it’s like in adult films, all camera tricks and perspective stuff.”
“Oh really? Does this look like a trick then?” Emily said, handing Chloe her phone. As her sister took it, her eyes bulged wide in their sockets. On the screen was a photo of an enormous penis, dark chocolate in colour, veins throbbing up and down its preposterous length. Her hands shook and she nearly dropped the device, but her eyes remained glued.
“Holy fucking...” she said.
“Chloe! My goodness, you’d think you’d never seen a real man’s cock before!” Emily smirked.
“Yes, it does sound like you might be living a bit reclusively here, Chloe,” Margaret said, handing her own phone over to her ********. Chloe nearly choked when, on her mother’s phone, a second cock was displayed. This was equally as gigantic as the other one, thicker too. Chloe tore her eyes away and put the phones down.
“Why... what...” she spluttered. “They’re both black!”
“Oh, come now, dear,” Margaret said. “The city is full of different races and colours and creeds. You don’t think it is wrong for races to mix like this, surely?”
“No! No, it isn’t that, I just didn’t expect my mother to be taking photos of co... men’s appendages like that! And any man with you seems strange to me, mother, I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay, it took your sister a little while to get used to it as well,” Margaret lied.
Chloe was about to reply when the serving girl came into the room, brandishing the pen and paper Emily had asked for. She waited while Emily wrote a few things down then tore off the top sheet.
“Thanks,” she said, handing the note to the girl and keeping the pad for herself. “I might use it again later, I like to write down my thoughts sometimes. That’s all, I think.”
The girl nodded and walked to the door. Emily watched her all the way and, as she got to the exit, she finally glanced at the paper. Stopping dead, she turned on her heel and met Emily’s gaze. Emily nodded very slightly and the girl looked at the paper again. She looked back at Emily and then walked out the door, flustered.
“Anyway,” Chloe was saying. “I’d love to show you around the grounds, it really is lovely this time of year. Bit cold, but wrap up warm and the views are marvellous.”
---
“I’m getting butterflies,” Bin Bin said as they stood outside Bam Bam’s apartment. “I... I’m so excited! I’ve never had sex with a man before... and only once with a girl. It just is very dangerous in China to do these things, we get so much pressure to study and ... well, you know all about it. I’m so jealous of you being here... your freedom. And to have sex with a white man, it is so naughty. My parents would be very upset if they knew, ha, it makes it even better!”
Mei Ling chuckled. “Whoever said he was white, Bin Bin?”
The door opened as Bin Bin registered what she’d said. A tall black man stood in the doorway, wearing regulation ‘thug’ clothing. Bin Bin’s mouth fell open as she realised that she wasn’t about to lose her virginity to a white man... but to a black man. To say her parents would be mortified would be a huge understatement. The thrill she felt upon realising this made her weak at the knees.
“Hey,” Mei Ling said, stepping up to the man. Bin Bin watched as the man grabbed her cousin, roughly kissing her. She gulped as they slobbered all over each other for what seemed like forever.
“Who’s this fine piece of ass?” Bam Bam said finally, still holding Mei Ling like he owned her.
“This is my cousin, Bin Bin,” she said. “She wants you and the guys to take her maidenhood.”
“Maidenho... oooh, she’s a virgin? Damn, well, come on in, girl. Let’s get to it.”
Bin Bin looked nervous, but Mei Ling took her hand and dragged her into the shabby apartment. Had she... he... they said boys? Not just one? Her pussy was soaking wet.
Bin Bin stepped into a cluttered lounge area where a group of surly-looking black men were loafing about, some playing video games, others just ... slouching. They all turned to look at the girls, Bam Bam included.
“Clothes, cunt,” he said. Mei Ling started to strip, Bin Bin watching with her jaw still drooping as her gorgeous cousin tossed her clothing aside and stood naked in the room. Her belly was slightly bigger than Bin Bin had expected, but she didn’t have time to focus on this.
“And you, virgin queen,” Bam Bam sneered. Bin Bin stood, frozen, but luckily Mei Ling moved to her. She shivered with anticipation as, one by one, her clothes hit the floor. Soon she too was naked. One of the men whistled appreciatively.
“Fuck, bro, this one’s even sexier,” the man said. Bin Bin blushed, covering herself instinctively, but her hands were quickly slapped out of the way by Bam Bam.
“You are our fuck toy now, slut,” he said. Bin Bin was startled, but a nod from Mei Ling calmed her down. “Don’t worry, we ain’t gonna hurt you when we take your hymen... but after that, you’re going to get fucked just like your whore cousin.”
Bin Bin’s chest was heaving, so excited was she. She’d waited for her first sexual encounter with a man for so long and now it was here... and it would be with a gang of black thugs!
Bam Bam unhooked his belt and pushed down his pants, revealing underwear with a bulge Bin Bin couldn’t believe was real. Mei Ling got on her knees like she was praying to this godlike phallus and pulled the underwear down too, unleashing a cock that made Bin Bin squeak audibly. It was thick, enormous, longer than Bin Bin thought possible. It was, to her, the ultimate cock and she knew why Mei Ling was so enamoured of this man.
Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees, ignoring the unhealthy state of the carpet. Bam Bam grinned as both women began to worship at his proverbial altar, lavishing him with their tongues.
---
Chloe Gerrard, soon to be Mrs Chloe Travers, sat on the bed she shared with her fiancé, Rufus. She chewed her lip as she heard him brushing his teeth in the ensuite bathroom. Ever since she’d seen those images on her relatives’ phones, she’d felt something twisting in her gut, a strange, feeling that... well, she didn’t know what it was. She felt... horny, but that wasn’t what it was. Seeing such impressive, unbelievable phalluses would make any red-blooded woman stir in her loins.
No, there was something else, something... primal that was stirring in her that she couldn’t identify. Probably nothing, but...
“I hope you had fun today,” Rufus said, leaning on the door to the bathroom and holding his customary glass of water he had next to the bed every night. “I know we’re isolated down here and it can be trying for you. Just a little while longer and we can get back to civilisation.”
He was wearing just a towel round his waist. Horny as she was, Chloe gazed lustfully at his slim frame. He was in good condition, athletic but not ripped or buffed or whatever other words people used. No six pack or anything, just... nice. It was Rufus all over - nice, not exceptional. Chloe felt a pang of anger, but she dismissed it. What was wrong with that, after all.
When he moved over to her, she couldn’t resist tugging the towel away, ******** his entire frame to her. He chuckled and she touched his rising manhood. For some reason, it didn’t excite her like it once had. She stroked him gently, covering nearly the whole thing in her petite hand.
“...and I know you want to go all the way, but I just believe it will be best to wait. Make it more special. You know I’ve been with girls before and you’ve been with boys... but with you, I want it to be perfect.”
“I used to think this cock was perfect,” Chloe thought about saying, “but now... I’m really not sure.” Instead she just nodded and took him into her mouth. He lasted a minute before blowing his load in her. She gagged, the taste of his semen revolting to her. Before she could stop herself, she spat the small amount of sperm on the floor.
“Well, that was a good carpet once,” Rufus chuckled. “Don’t worry, Prysock can take it to get it cleaned. Now... if I might return the favour?”
While Rufus snuffled and lapped at her vagina, she tried to concentrate on her climax, putting other thoughts aside... but as she finally came, twenty minutes later and with Rufus complaining about his jaw hurting, she had one image imprinted in her mind’s eye, the only thing that she found could arouse her enough to orgasm - the image of a thick, long black cock.
---
Emily waited in her room that evening, the sounds of people moving around outside slowly lessening until, for a while, nothing could be heard. She leafed through a copy of a book of erotica she’d brought with her, wearing only a dressing gown loosely tied around her waist. She resisted the urge to masturbate, even when she came to her favourite tale of a woman walking into a locker room and finding her cheerleading team being systematically fucked by black sportsmen from another school. She knew the author, who used the pseudonym Thickwil, had written other works, all of which she enjoyed with a passion. She just wished he’d write more!
As she began to lose her battle of wills with her body, her pussy throbbing too much for her to resist touching it, she heard soft footsteps outside. A very light knock on the door and she went to open it. Her mother stood there, her own robe on. Margaret entered and immediately tossed her robe aside.
“God, I’m so fucking horny,” she said. “Sitting through dinner I just wanted to ravish someone, anyone... now we have all night, my darling ********, to pleasure each other!”
“Ah, not so fast, mother,” Emily said, placing a finger on her lips. “We’re not nearly ready to start tonight’s... festivities. Give it 10 minutes and I think we’ll be ready. If you want to make yourself useful, you can help me unpack all the dildos and stuff from that second suitcase.
For a while, the two women took the bewildering array of sex toys Emily had brought with them out of the suitcase and arranged them on the bed. Double-ended dildos, enormous black plastic phalluses, big hand-shaped ones curled into intimidating fists, butt plugs that really stretched you out and more - all lined up on the bed and ready for them to pick and choose from. Next to them all was an industrial-sized tub of lubricant.
“There... and, I believe, we have our finishing touch...” Emily grinned, moving to the door. Sure enough, Margaret heard dainty footsteps outside, as if someone were trying desperately to not be heard as he or she crept along the corridor. Some almost inaudible knocking and Emily slowly opened the door. As Margaret had guessed, the maid from earlier stood outside, clad in a fluffy pink dressing gown and matching bunny slippers. Cute.
“Um... your note... look, I just... oh wow,” the maid said, finally spotting Margaret’s nudity. “This is... you are really serious... I just... how did you know I...?”
“...was a lesbian? A girl just knows, honey. We’re not lesbians, by the way. Completely bisexual, the best way to be.”
“I see... can I come in? I don’t want anyone to see me... they might think it improper...”
“Believe me, my dear,” Margaret said. “Tonight is anything but proper. I mean...” Emily shut the door while she was talking. “...how is fucking your own ******** proper?”
“I guess not...” the girl smiled nervously. “Sorry, I’m not as ... just a bit nervous, you know?”
“Then let us help you out,” Emily said, moving to the girl, who held her breath as Emily started to undress her. Margaret moved in to help and soon, the girl was naked. Even the bunny slippers had gone.
“My, you are a delicate little flower,” Margaret said as she and Emily caressed the girl’s pearl white skin with their fingers. The girl was breathing more heavily as the other women gently stroked her nipples, her thighs and between her legs, always roaming, turning her on with their attentions.
“You... are very much like... your sister, ma’am,” the girl said to Emily. “I wish... I wish...”
“... you could be doing this with her, right?” Emily laughed. “You know... if everything goes to plan... we’re going to make that happen for you.”
The girl gasped as Emily words coincided with Margaret moving behind her and kissing her neck.
“You... mean that?”
“Oh yes,” Emily said, gently easing her robe off, leaving her naked along with the other women. She moved close to the girl, pressing herself against her, naked, skin to skin. Her lips were mere centimetres away from the girl’s and she could feel her heart beating like crazy with excitement.
“Oh yes,” Emily repeated. “That’s just the first of the things we’re going to do with your prissy little mistress. We’re going to break her and turn her into a slut... and you can ride her fucking face with your pretty little pussy when we do. I bet you’d like that...”
The girl nodded, biting her lip.
“...but that’s for the future. For now,” Emily said, reaching a hand up to the side of the girl’s face, “we three are going to fuck like animals all night.”
Finally she kissed the girl, her mother pressing in behind and lavishing her neck with her own tender touches of the lips. Two hands, one from Emily and the other from Margaret, snaked slowly down the girl’s body to her loins, the former finding her clitoris and the latter sinking multiple digits into her soaking wet pussy.
The girl broke the kiss and turned her head to the right, gasping with pleasure, only to be silenced by Margaret’s mouth pressing hard against her’s. Emily’s own mouth went to work on the girl’s breasts, teasing and sucking at her bullet-hard nipples and driving her even crazier with pleasure.
“Oh Jesus!” the girl moaned into Margaret’s mouth. She broke away and held the two other women close, hugging them forcefully as she came, her mouth a silent O until a shuddering, extended groan of pure pleasure was forced from her lungs. Emily slipped her fingers out of the girl’s cunt and fed them to her, enjoying how slutty this girl already was. Through orgasm-blurred eyes, the girl grinned as she sucked her own juices off Emily’s fingers.
“That was... incredible,” the girl said as both Margaret and Emily stepped away, leaving her on shaky legs. “Thankyou.”
“Don’t thank us yet,” Emily said, reaching onto the bed and picking up a 10-inch black dildo. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she saw it... and even wider when she saw Margaret holding a butt plug.
“Yes, no thanks yet,” Margaret grinned. “The night is yet young...”
---
The girl woke up to the sound of knocking on the bedroom door. What... where was she? Sitting up slightly, resting on her elbows, she looked left and right and saw Margaret and Emily’s naked forms, lying under the silk sheets on either side of her. Holy fuck, she thought, remembering just what she’d done last night. Her pussy felt... used. Fantastically used. So did her ass.
She knew she’d passed out at some point, the two women wearing strap-ons and doubling up on her pussy. She’d never known pleasure like it and the quivering in her pussy as she imagined the night before meant she really, really wanted to know it again. And soon.
The knocking. More urgent this time.
“Mmmmm,” Emily groaned. “Are we in my room or your room, mother?”
“Yours,” Margaret said, groggily.
“Figures,” Emily said. Emily found her discarded gown and unlocked the door.
“Good morning, Miss,” Prysock said from outside on the landing. “Miss Chloe requests the pleasure of your company for breakfast. Shall I tell her you will be down soon?”
Emily nodded and closed the door in his face. The girl was throwing on her clothing from the night before frantically, swearing about how she should be up and working already.
“Don’t worry,” Margaret said, chuckling. “I’ll say you were helping me in my room and that’s why nobody has seen you yet, okay? I’ll say... I’ll say I woke you early and that’s why you’re not dressed. Should cover it.”
“I hope so,” the girl said.
“Or we could just fuck again,” Margaret said. “Whatever.”
The girl looked at her, aghast. Then laughed. “Please, don’t tempt me, ma’am.”
“Margaret, please, we’ve shared our bodies, no need for formality.”
The girl nodded and helped Margaret to dress as well. The two peeked round the door and scooted out when the coast was clear, disappearing into Margaret’s room. Emily picked up one of the strap-ons from the night before and grinned. Concealing it in her gown, she walked out and knocked on her mother’s door.
“Yes?” Margaret said, opening it a crack. Emily handed her the enormous strap-on dildo.
“Fuck the shit out of her again, Mother,” Emily giggled. “I’ll say you went with her to the town. Don’t let her leave while she can still walk.”
“Mmmmm, you wicked girl,” Margaret said, grabbing the sex toy. “Oh, my dear girl, there seems to have been a change of plan...”
The door closed and Emily laughed, going back to her room to change.
----
Bin Bin lay on her back, the dirty carpet beneath her. It wasn’t quite how she’d imagined losing her virginity, but the sight of Bam Bam’s enormous black cock poised ready between her legs made her quiver, shiver and other things rhyming with iver. That was it - made her cunt juice flow like a river. She was never one for poetry, although her eyes continued to goggle with wonder at the pure artistic genius that was this man’s penis.
Long, thick, veiny ... it just begged to be fucked, to impale itself in a willing pussy... and her’s was more than willing. It was ripe, ready to be plucked, fucked and - later - sucked when he’d deposited his cream in her.
She watched as he slapped the bulbous head against her clit then let go, motioning to Mei Ling.
“Put it in her,” he ordered and her tiny hand clutched at the shaft, positioning the phallus right at the entrance of Bin Bin’s virginal pussy. The head pressed against her, spreading her labia and she cooed as she felt it slowly enter her body. Everything else ceased to exist - the grotty room, the hideous carpet, even Mei Ling. Everything was just this cock and her pussy meeting. The head was in, just about. Only 10 or so more thick inches to go.
He reached her hymen and he didn’t warn her. A rough forward thrust and he’d torn her maidenhead. She screamed, expecting the pain but still unable to keep from exclaiming. The other men in the room cheered as Bam Bam continued to push into her. She breathed deeply, trying to relax and Mei Ling helped by starting to lick her nipples. She moaned, the pleasure overwhelming the pain very quickly.
Half of it was in her and he was still pushing. She couldn’t believe how full she felt, remembering how Mei Ling had said she’d taken two of these black monster cocks into her pussy at once. She would do that, one day, but now just one was almost more than she could take.
Her pussy continued to expand and stretch for this invader, greedy, desperate to take it all the way inside. He pulled back out and then slid even more in, over and over, a little bit more each time, exploring areas in her that, if she were not here today, would probably never have been touched by a male’s member. She opened her legs wider instinctively, urging him to force more cock into her body.
As she felt the head nudge her cervix, she also felt his balls touch her skin. That was it - every inch inside her. She gave a long, low moan of satisfaction, ready to be fucked for the first time.
“You ready, slut?” Bam Bam growled. He had been kind, generally speaking, but now she knew he wanted to rut with her like a pair of animals... and she wanted it to.
“I want every black man here to fuck me like a cheap whore,” Bin Bin said. “Come on... FUCK ME!”
----
Collin tossed and turned in his sleep. He was alone, of course. In fact, he didn’t know where Corina was. Well, he did. In the arms and on the cocks of other men. Somewhere. He was stuck with the kids again while she had her regular dose of black sperm injected into her pussy. Not that it mattered now - she had gleefully shown him the pregnancy test that confirmed her new status as a mother-to-be, rubbing her belly and saying how it would be all swollen up soon, maybe it would be twins or more. Laughing at how all Colin’s money was going to go to supporting the child of another man. She was so cruel and Colin was ashamed that he was getting more and more turned on by her consistent humiliation of him.
It was difficult, but he was slowly getting used to his new role of cuckold. His sense of complete failure as a man was absolute and would take a long time to internalise, but he had no choice. Either accept it or... no, the alternatives were more difficult.
So as he lay there, he dreamed. Dreamed of big, thick cocks easily entering sloppy, cum-filled pussies, of muscular hunks dominating beautiful women. One particular dream came to him regularly. He was standing in a church, devoid of people. It was unnaturally large and he walked up the central passageway towards the front. It was dark too and... misty? Foggy? Inside? He found it difficult to see until, suddenly, he found himself standing still, unable to move, as a figure in white appeared from the smoke. As it cleared, he was it was his wife, Corina, just as she’d been on her wedding day. Her hair curled up in an intricate design, white dress as jaw-dropping as the first time he’d seen it. He still thought she was the prettiest, most radiant vision of womankind he’d ever seen.
She smiled at him as she had that day, eyes on the brink of tears, actual love for him there. He felt like weeping himself but then... he noticed she wasn’t quite looking at him. Slightly to the left, as if at someone behind him. Colin looked nervously to his left and saw a muscular black man, naked, walk past him, cock as big as anything Colin had seen before. It was clear Corina’s eyes were for this man only. Colin may as well not have been there. The man approached her and their lips met. Corina’s hands, ensconced in the elbow-length white gloves, wrapped around the inhuman phallus, kneading and stroking it lovingly.
Colin turned his head to the other side and saw another man go past him. Corina soon stood with a man flanking her on each side, a cock in each hand, head tilted back as two pairs of black male lips gently kissed her neck. Her chest was heaving and she was obviously very turned on. Colin tore his eyes away, shutting them to prevent the tears from flowing.
When he opened them the scene had changed. Corina stood at the altar, a vicar about to preside over her wedding to Colin... but Colin was standing to the side, not in his rightful place. He looked down and found he was tied up with ropes, unable to move. The vicar nodded and a naked black man stepped into the place where Colin should have been. Corina smiled up at the ebony colossus then down at his gigantic cock.
“Do you, Corina Burbank,” the vicar said, for some reason using her married name, “take this man as your lover? To fuck and to screw, inseminate and impregnate, to give yourself to forever and ever?”
“I do,” Corina grinned.
“Do you agree to spread your legs for this man whenever he wants to stick his massive cock in your pussy?”
“I do,” Corina said.
“Do you agree to let him have your ass at any time, in any place?”
“Oh yes, I do.”
“Then you may fuck the man,” the vicar said, stepping back slightly. Colin watched as the man moved past Corina to stand behind her. She shivered with anticipation as her dress was hiked up and then, despite his view being blocked, the expression on his wife’s face made it obvious this man had sunk his cock deep, deep into her vagina. The sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated around the church, as did Corina’s increasingly loud groans of pleasure.
Large hands grabbed her shoulders and tore at her dress, the expensive gown ripped from her, ******** her breasts. The hands grabbed them, kneaded them roughly, this bestial act only eliciting more cries of joy from Colin’s “wife”. A second black man was standing in front of her now and the vicar started to recite the same words as before. Corina’s replies were breathless as the first man pumped her pussy with every bit of strength he had.
This man, when they finished, pressed himself against her front, kissing her neck, fondling other parts of her as the first continued to ruthlessly fuck her. As the third man approached - and Colin could see a line of black men behind him, an endless parade of muscular studs ready to be wed to his wife - Corina orgasmed, screaming her answers to the vicar’s questions with liberal use of the phrase “Fuck me!” interspersed between them.
Colin closed his eyes again and the scene changed once more. He recognised the place immediately - it was the honeymoon suite he had shared with Corina in Rome. It was perhaps the only time he’d lavished her with excess - he’d spent his entire pre-marriage savings on this two-week affair... and he saw Corina there on the bed, her naked body calling him, begging for him to...
... no, not him. Never him. Not anymore. Her legs were spread, her pussy juicy and inviting... but for the gang of black men that surrounded the bed. Colin was effectively a ghost as he watched man after man mount his wife in the honeymoon bed he’d spent thousands on acquiring. He watched as his wife screamed in pleasure as man after man pumped her womb full of sperm.
Then the scene changed and she was on her knees, wedding dress on, as men masturbated in a circle around her. She herself was furiously rubbing at her pussy, other hand massaging a breast, as the men began to erupt all over her. She laughed as sperm rained down on her face and all over her pristine dress, forever soiling it with their semen. Colin cried out in anguish as he watched 10, 20, 30 men jack off and cover his wife in hot, sticky jizz.
He wept and closed his eyes, opening them to yet another new scene. It was unfamiliar this time. A bed covered in soft toys, Corina sitting naked on it, toying with her clitoris. She smiled and someone in the dark that Colin couldn’t see ... then his jaw dropped as his eldest ******** moved into view. She was older than she was in real life, looking about 20 or so and stunningly beautiful, just like her mother. Trailing behind her was a black man, her hand wrapped around his cock. She dragged him to the bed and Colin watched as Corina took the cock and guided it into his ********’s pussy. As the man began to fuck her, Corina beckoned to someone else and his other ********, 18 years old and as gorgeous as her relatives, climbed onto the bed. Colin was appalled as she kissed her mother then went to her sister and did the same.
She was on all fours as Corina grabbed her ass, spreading it for the cock of a second black man. Corina spat on her ********’s asshole and helped the man push his enormous meat all the way in to the balls. Colin watched as all three of the people he loved most in the world were brutally fucked by dozens of black men, both of his ********* screaming for the men to impregnate them.
He woke up screaming himself... and then realised he had cum during his dream. He wept with shame at how he had envisaged his young *********. Was that what was to become of them? Helpless cock-addicted sluts like their mother? As he sat up in his bed, he knew deep down that Corina would do all she could to corrupt them.
The problem was... Colin couldn’t honestly say he didn’t want this to happen. When the time was right, when they were old enough to have sex... he could easily see himself being there to watch in person as his ********* both took their first steps on the road to become true black cock whores.
----
Emily crossed her legs and looked at the sister across the table. She, her mother and Chloe had gone out for dinner at a local restaurant at Emily’s insistence. The fake reason given was they wanted to see what was on offer outside the house, but the real one was so they could put some real pressure on Chloe outside of the home environment. They knew she’d never give in straight away, but they had to continue planting the seeds that would lead her to accepting her life as a slut. This was easier said than done.
But they had to try, right?
“I thought you might like to see some more snaps of me and my boyfriend,” Emily said, pushing her phone at Chloe. Her sister gulped and tentatively picked up the device. As she had expected, the photo currently showing on the screen was not one you’d show to your mother... except that this time, it was as Margaret was leaning over to have a look too. Embarrassed, Chloe just looked at the image of her youngest sister French kissing a burly black man. It wasn’t X-rated, she guessed, but neither was it obvious whether the two were wearing clothes.
“His name is Brutus,” said Emily, lying. She didn’t actually know the man’s name. “I’ve seen him on and off for a few months now. He’s really big... and I don’t just mean his muscles. Or maybe I do, ha ha!”
Chloe blushed. The city had really changed Emily. She’d never been like this when she was younger.
“What’s the next picture?” Margaret said, leaning closer, deliberately putting herself into Chloe’s personal space. She flashed a quick, nervous look at her mother before tilting the screen towards her. The photo was of Emily on her knees, her boyfriend’s groin right next to her head. She had an expression of faux-shock plastered over her, related to the enormous bulge in the guy’s pants mere centimetres from her face.
“My goodness, I wonder what he has in there,” Margaret chuckled. “I wonder if you’d make an expression like that if your fiance took a similar picture, Chloe...”
“Oh Mother, you know there’s not much chance of that, I mean... he’s white...”
“Of course, how silly of me, I guess it is just black guys who can make girls look like that...”
“Oh, come on,” Chloe said, cheeks still flushing red. “Okay, so this guy is... er, big, but don’t say you believe that racist stuff about all black guys are ... like that and all white guys aren’t?”
“I guess soooooome white guys will be packing, but... seriously, sis, play the percentage game. The odds on a black guy having a cock that can satisfy me? Way more likely than a white guy, sorry. It’s just the truth.”
“Emily, that’s just... holy fuck!”
As Chloe had formed her rebuttal, Margaret had reached over and swiped to the left, bringing up the next image. Emily knelt, obviously naked, facing the camera. To her left and right were two gigantic black cocks, dripping pre-cum, stiff and rigid and enormously long. Emily’s grin was one of pure lust, one that indicated she knew just what was going to happen to her in the next few minutes after the photo was taken, one that said “I’m going to get fucked by these guys... and it is going to be awesome.”
Chloe couldn’t help but exclaim, staring at the erotic image of her own sister with wide eyes.
“Wait... two? You... no, surely... two?”
“Well...” Emily said, smiling and running her finger round the rim of her glass. “Don’t forget the guy taking the picture as well.”
“This is... Mother, help me here. Emily’s being... this is too much!”
Chloe was hopelessly flustered, looking to her mother for help.
“I’m sorry, dear, but your sister is right,” Margaret shrugged, flicking the screen again. Chloe gasped as the next image was of Margaret, two bulbous, apple-sized cock heads trying to force themselves into her mouth. Her eyes were on the camera, her mouth open wide to try to accommodate the two penises.
“Mother! Oh my God!” Chloe squealed. “You... no, I can’t...”
“Look, let’s be serious for a second here,” Margaret said, putting her hand on Chloe’s, which was trembling. “We just want the best for you, dear. You and your other two sisters. That’s why... okay, we’re going to come clean. That’s why we are here. We want you to...”
“...to go black, Chloe,” Emily said, leaning forward. “We want you to experience what now know. That sex with black men lifts your life to a new level. It is like Sex 2.0. Better, longer, faster, harder... and multi-orgasmic.”
“Yes, since Emily convinced me to go black, my life has changed. So much, really. There are things we should talk about, but not until later. I know this is a lot to take in like this, but we wouldn’t be trying to help you like this if we didn’t think it would change your life for the better.”
Chloe looked bemused. “But... I’ve got everything. A loving fiance, enormous wealth. I can have everything and anything I want. Why would I give all this up for ... base pleasures?”
“Because you don’t know how extraordinary the pleasures will be until you’ve experienced them,” Margaret said, clasping her ********’s hand. “I just can’t face seeing you locked away in a marriage where I know you won’t be getting what you need every night...”
“And what’s that?”
“A good fucking,” Margaret said bluntly. “This isn’t the old days, this isn’t the same world as when I was young. Women don’t have to accept second best anymore... and best is black, honey. Trust me. Please, go black. You’ll never go back, cliched as that might be. I never will. Emily never will. Her friends and colleagues she has converted never will.”
“I... I can’t,” Chloe said, on the verge of tears. “I made a commitment, a promise to marry... maybe all these things you say, he can give me. It isn’t the size that counts... right?”
She didn’t sound entirely convinced.
“The chances of him being a sex god that can make you pass out from constant orgasms... I’m not seeing him as being that kind of man. For fu... I mean, you don’t even have sex now. Why do you think that is? I don’t buy it that he’s waiting for it to be perfect...” Margaret said.
“... maybe he’s waiting until you are bound to him forever to show you he can’t get it up for more than two minutes. Or that he’s in, out, thanks, snore. None of the black men I’ve been with have been anything less than extraordinary lovers. I’ve been with some white guys before that... all pathetic. It isn’t their fault, it is just... genetics or something.”
Chloe looked at her sister. She couldn’t deny what she was saying, not completely. Was that really why she was being forced to wait for sex? Because he was afraid she’d run a mile when he couldn’t perform? No, that wasn’t... could it... she gulped. It better not be that or...
“Dear,” Margaret said, squeezing her ********’s hand. “The only thing Emily and I want is for you and your sisters to be happy. Money is fantastic, money is the key to so much in life... but true happiness, true ecstatic joy... the kind you only get from fucking awesome sex... you are not going to get that from your fiancé, Chloe. I promise you this.”
“Mother, I ... love him,” she said, hating herself for hesitating. “And I have so much here. Sex isn’t everything, you managed without it for a long time...”
“...and I realise what a colossal mistake that was! The amount of ... damn it, LIVING I’ve done in the past few months, it is like I started my life again. The only good thing from my previous existence is you kids and I’ll be damned if I let you all make the same mistakes. Emily knows this and by Christ you’re going to know it too.”
“You can’t force me to have sex with a black man, mother,” Chloe grimaced.
“She won’t need to,” Emily said, calmly. “I guarantee her tight little pussy is wetter than a swimming pool right now.”
Chloe sat, startled, not believing what her sister had just said. Her sister, flesh and blood, was talking openly about her pussy. She was literally speechless.
“I think you are probably right,” Margaret said, not missing a beat. “Are you aroused, Chloe? Come on, you wouldn’t be human if the sight of such big cocks didn’t turn you on.”
“I... I...” Chloe spluttered. “I can’t believe you... I should go. Seriously, I should...”
“Yeah, she’s aroused,” Emily chuckled. “In fact, she’s probably aroused by me talking about her pussy... her juicy, wet, slippery little cunt.”
Chloe, again, was speechless.
“Fuck it, I know we said we weren’t going to push this so far, but... I just can’t resist her. You’re so fucking sexy, Chloe, you deserve so much more from your love life than being tied down to some limp dick white guy... you deserve everything. Black men in your pussy...”
Emily licked her lips.
“...and me licking it out.”
“You... mother, what’s she doing? She... I’m getting really freaked out now. Oh my God... you want to have lesbian sex... with me... your own sister?”
Emily nodded, unafraid. She knew her sister’s blustering was more than likely a bluff. She was her flesh and blood, she would react the same way as both Margaret and Emily. She hoped, anyway. This was her roll of the dice, her big gamble. She knew Chloe was horny as hell, she just needed to plant that seed. Chloe looked horrified, but was still at the table. For some reason, she’d forgotten her desire to leave. Emily smiled.
“Don’t worry, Chloe, we’re not asking you to do anything now. We’re just saying that, you know, the choice is there. Live the boring life here in the country, have those regrets about what could have been had you given in. Embraced your desires and so on. Do this while knowing that we’re getting FUCKED by the biggest, longest, thickest black cocks around, having countless orgasms while living the high life in the city. Maybe the village fête will have a minor celebrity this year or something equally as exciting as having a black man nudge your cervix with each stroke, plunging deeper into your body than your wimp husband could ever reach...”
“... or you could let your body do the thinking instead of your brain. Maybe you can even keep both lives, balancing mind-blowing sex with the rich stuff here. Who knows? All I know,” Margaret said, continuing for Emily, “...is that you owe it to yourself to just try. Once. Twice, however many times. See what the fuss is all about. Go black... you might go back. There’s always a first time for everything...”
Chloe slumped back in her chair. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions. They were pushing all her buttons and she knew it... but she was finding it difficult to resist. They were so... sure of themselves. She knew they wanted her to experience what they were... and was that such a bad thing? She’d made commitments, but nothing binding, not yet... could she just have a bit of fun then settle down? She didn’t believe that the sex could be as good as they said, so good she’d abandon everything for a life of sin. But... they seemed so sure. Could it really be how they said? Could she deny herself the experience of a big black man pinning her down, slipping his massive length into her...
She shuddered, but not because it was cold.
“I ... at least let me think about it,” Chloe said, eager to be alone to go over this in her head some more. Emily nodded and stood. It had been a while since they finished their meal, after all. The staff probably wanted to shift them for some new customers.
“Of course,” Emily said. “Just know one thing. I have in mind a picture of you, Chloe, a huge black cock in your pussy, up to the balls. Your eyes are half-closed, glazed with lust. You’ve already had ten orgasms or so, an eleventh on the way. Your womb is full of sperm and you’ve gulped down many other loads. You can feel it in your belly, all warm, filling you up. Your face is covered in it too, as are your breasts... but you can’t stop. You just want more and as you look around the room, you see more men coming to you, more massive cocks ready to fill you up... and you know you made the right choice. That’s how I see your future, Chloe... and then, when you see me approaching, you scream as I start to lick your clit as the orgasm hits you.”
Chloe didn’t move as her mother and sister got their coats and left. She didn’t want to move, despite them obviously waiting outside for her. She didn’t want anyone to see... to see the large wet patch on her seat. In her mind was the scene Emily had described. She felt her pussy twinge, getting even wetter.
“Oh God... they’re right. The two of them are absolutely fucking right. I can’t resist... I can’t... I have to get fucked... by a black guy. I’m sorry, Rufus, but... I can’t fight it.”
“Not when the girls aren’t around, no,” Corina said. “I like to watch you squirm as you see my tattoo every time.”
Collin flinched as he involuntarily looked at her stomach and the symbol of a spade from a deck of cards. Surrounding it were smaller male gender symbols, all in black ink. He now knew precisely what this meant and he still shuddered at the thought of that night. He might have accepted it, but he still... didn’t accept it. That made little to no sense, but he still couldn’t honestly decide whether to leave or stay. For the moment, he stayed... and Corina reminded him of his decision as often as she could.
“...and as the girls aren’t here this weekend, I’m going to be naked the whole time.” She spun on her heel and walked out of his office door. Collin sighed but she hadn’t finished with him, popping her head back in.
“Oh, also... I’ve got a few ... friends coming over in half an hour. Make sure the food is all done for us. You’ll be serving us all, okay? Don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten your needs... you get to eat the cum out of our pussies when the guys are all done.”
Collin groaned as she laughed. He hated himself for liking the taste of the black sperm injected into his wife’s vagina. It was even worse than the adultery... yet he actually looked forward to it now. Was he gay? No, he had no attraction to men at all... he just liked gulping down loads of semen. Oh God, what had he become?
---
“You sure you’re ready for this, Bin Bin?” Mei Ling said as they approached the dilapidated building. Workmen had erected scaffolding and a big sign saying ‘Tandino Construction’ hung from it.
Bin Bin nodded firmly. “Yes, I’m still annoyed your mother kept us in the other night. She really is a... well, you know. I can’t believe it has taken this long to get out by ourselves. Cousin, I’m not satisfied with just the occasional secretive kiss or pussy touch... I want to ravish you and for you to ravish me... and...”
“...for men to ravish you too?” Mei Ling chuckled. “Don’t worry, once we’re done here... well, you’ll see. Come on, let’s go see Bam Bam.”
---
The front door of the huge house was imposing, just as the gates at the beginning of the seemingly endless driveway had been. This was proper money, landed gentry, all that jazz. Emily felt a stab of guilt that she was here, with her mother, to tear her sister Chloe away from this life of luxury. But then she smiled. What was more luxurious than sliding your pussy down the length of a huge black cock? The guilt went away. Chloe would find more fulfilment getting her holes smashed in by a gang of studs than she would wasting away her hours in this desolate place.
Still, the place was impressive, even more so than Tandino’s abode had been. It made her angry too - this was white privilege writ large - a testament to how much they had and how hard it was for even the richest black individual to to even come close to. Guilt? No, not now. She ground her teeth and resolved to take something away from this man who probably got everything without working a day in his life...
“Aha, you must be Emily and Margaret!” a dashing young man opened the door. Emily had to admit he was handsome and muscular. She even checked out his groin as he was reaching a hand out to her mother in greeting. Nothing spectacular there that she could see, she grinned inwardly. Chloe was, to Emily and her mother, the most likely of her three sisters to succumb to black cock, hence their targeting of her first. The other two... well, they had their own issues to overcome. Chloe would be tough - money conquered all - but would it meet its match up against a 12 inch cock?
“Please, come in. Don’t worry about bags, our man Prysock will deliver them to your suites. Come, Chloe is in the sun lounge waiting for you. She’s been very excited about your visit. I have been too, it is wonderful to meet her ****** at long last,” the man, whose name was Rufus, said.
Rufus Archibald Travers III, apparently, according to Chloe. Emily shuddered as she followed him into the most absurdly opulent building she’d even been in. He was prattling on about how old the building was, how the Travers ****** had occupied it for centuries and so on. Every annoying syllable made her ever more determined to rip his heart out and stomp on it. She grinned at the image of him crying on his knees as Chloe was fucked up the ass in front of him by a ripped black stud. Oh yes, this would happen. It must happen.
“...and so, you, my dear Emily, will have the royal suite and Margaret, the presidential. I hope they will both be to your satisfaction. I need to just go tell Chloe you are here and she will be up shortly. Please, make yourself at home. I will be but a moment!”
He flounced off and Emily looked at her mother, who rolled her eyes back at her. They entered Emily’s room and, to be fair, it took their breath away. It was... just ridiculous. Words couldn’t describe how decadent the bedroom was. Margaret’s was similar, if not more so. Emily looked at her mother after they had taken their surroundings in.
“So... which one do we sleep in tonight, mother?”
Margaret turned to her ******** and smiled, pushing the door closed behind them. They kissed as passionately as ever, hands roaming, tongues exploring. Emily had to push her mother away.
“Mother, someone might walk in on us! Chloe might!” she chuckled. “Kinda would put the whole plan down the pan if she caught us too early.”
“Oh, come now, sweet ********,” Margaret said, pressing her back against the door. Her hand snaked down into Emily’s underwear, fingers pressing against her throbbing clitoris. “You sure you want me to stop... doing... this!”
Emily gasped, trying not to make any sound, as her mother’s touch drove her wild. “Mummy... please.... Oh fuck.... please don’t... someone could walk in... while.. I’m... cumming... oohhhhhhhhfffuuuccckkk!”
She felt a blissful orgasm caress each nerve ending in her body, knees trembling and hips thrusting at her mother’s hand. Margaret pulled away, watching her ******** get control of herself once again, sucking the orgasmic juices off her fingers as she did so.
“I’m going to make you cum ... like... wow... so many times for that, Mother!” Emily grinned, eyes glazed with satisfaction. “Damn, that was good.”
“You know,” said Margaret, licking her fingers still, “Your pussy tastes better every day. I don’t know how, but...”
A loud knocking on the door startled both women.
“Hello? Emily? Mother? Are you two in there? What are you doing?”
“I’ll get it, you go... tidy yourself up a bit,” Margaret whispered. Emily scooted off into the ensuite bathroom while Margaret opened the door.
“Chloe! My dear! Oh, it’s so good to see you!” she said, hurling her arms around her eldest ********. “Let me look at you, it’s been too long!”
Hellos were said and, when Emily finally appeared from the bathroom, more hugs were had. Chloe eventually hustled them downstairs into the sun lounge and, a few minutes later, the three women were relaxing, feet up, on recliners, a serving girl bringing them drinks. Margaret could see Emily eyeing up the girl and chuckled inwardly. She really was incorrigible. Mind you, Margaret thought, she’d probably stirred her up with what she’d done to her up in the bedroom. And the girl was pretty cute...
“Do you live on the premises?” Emily asked the girl, who nodded.
“Yes, ma’am, it’s cheaper than living in the village. I’m saving up to go abroad, do some work in Spain. I love the sun.” The girl stopped, looking suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry, I... would you like anything else, ma’am?”
“There is something I’d like... could you bring be a notepad and a pen?”
“Of course, I will be back in a minute,” she smiled at Emily. Ye Gods, Margaret thought, she is going to, isn’t she? Emily caught her mother’s eye and winked. Suddenly she knew that their bed would be accommodating a third person that night. She shuddered with excitement.
“So how’s the big city, mother? Emily helping you feel at home, I hope?” Chloe was saying.
“Oh... yes, very much at home. We’ve never been... closer, yes. It’s wonderful. I’ve met all sorts of new people, new friends. It is the best decision I’ve made in my life, I’d say.”
“Wow, that’s great!” Chloe said. “I sometimes wish I could live in the city. I miss... well, just people around, I guess. This place is like a dream, it really is, but yeah, sometimes just a bit more human contact would be nice.”
“Why don’t you come live with us then?” Emily said, bluntly.
“Oh, but the wedding is soon. Rufus promised we would have own own apartment in the city after that, places around the world. It’ll be wonderful. For now we’re here, he’s learning his father’s trade at the moment, so... yes, we’re stuck here.”
“Okay, makes sense,” Emily said. “Rufus seemed... pleasant, sure.”
“Yes, he’s a sweetie, always gives me everything I want, except... oh, well, perhaps I’d better not... it wouldn’t be right to...”
“Come on, girl, spit it out,” Margaret said. “We’re ******, you can tell us anything.”
“Okay, so...” Chloe sighed. “It’s ... it’s sex. We don’t have any. Ever.”
Emily and Margaret shared a glance.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear,” Chloe’s mother said.
“He says he wants to wait until we’re married,” Chloe continued. “It’s fine, I can handle it, just... well, I’ve ... er, fooled about with him a bit and ... well, he might be a bit too... oh, this is a bit embarrassing to talk about!”
“It’s okay, go on, dear,” Margaret said, soothingly.
“He’s too ... big for me, I think,” Chloe said, blushing furiously. She didn’t notice the raised eyebrows of her two relatives. “We joked about and I... er, measured him. He was...”
Chloe used her fingers to indicate a large size.
“... 6 inches!”
The eyebrows rose higher.
“I know, it’s huge, isn’t it! How will that fit in my... er... well, it’ll be difficult, right? I mean, I’m really looking forward to our wedding night, it’ll be so much fun to finally make love to him. All my other boyfriends were much smaller than him. I can’t even imagine a penis bigger than that. It’s giving me goosebumps thinking about it.”
“6 inches?” Emily said. Chloe nodded. “I hate to break it to you, sis, but... that’s not big.”
Chloe looked confused. “What do you mean? He’s the biggest I’ve seen and... how do you know?”
Emily smiled, relaxing in her chair. “My boyfriend is bigger, for a start.”
“I’m sorry, honey, she’s right,” Margaret said. “My one’s is too.”
“No, look, I’m sorry, but I think you must be... wait, you have a boyfriend, Mother?” Chloe said.
“Oh yes,” Margaret beamed. “I met this wonderful young man, Malik, when I was visiting your sister once. We really hit it off and he’s one of the reasons I decided to move down permanently.”
“And you’ve... wow, this is amazing... I knew there was something different about you, you seem much more confident and... well, this conversation proves how you’ve changed,” Chloe said, shaking her head in wonder. “I never thought I’d hear about you having a ... lover.”
Chloe giggled at the word.
“Oh, Chloe, act your age,” Margaret chuckled. “Yes, your dear old mother has convinced a toy boy to pity her with his affections. It is the talk of the town.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean...”
“I know, I know,” Margaret said, lightly brushing her ********’s arm. “But yes, his endowment is significantly bigger than 6 inches.”
“Yes, my boyfriend Michael has a big cock as well,” Emily said, causing Chloe to choke on her drink.
“Emily!” Margaret said, pretending to be appalled at her behaviour.
“Hey, let’s just call them what they are, Mother,” Emily grinned. “When they’re that big, they deserve to be called cocks.”
“Oh dear,” Chloe said, clearing her throat. “Well, I am still skeptical. I mean, it could just look big and I guess I can imagine them a little bigger, but... significantly? No, it’s like in adult films, all camera tricks and perspective stuff.”
“Oh really? Does this look like a trick then?” Emily said, handing Chloe her phone. As her sister took it, her eyes bulged wide in their sockets. On the screen was a photo of an enormous penis, dark chocolate in colour, veins throbbing up and down its preposterous length. Her hands shook and she nearly dropped the device, but her eyes remained glued.
“Holy fucking...” she said.
“Chloe! My goodness, you’d think you’d never seen a real man’s cock before!” Emily smirked.
“Yes, it does sound like you might be living a bit reclusively here, Chloe,” Margaret said, handing her own phone over to her ********. Chloe nearly choked when, on her mother’s phone, a second cock was displayed. This was equally as gigantic as the other one, thicker too. Chloe tore her eyes away and put the phones down.
“Why... what...” she spluttered. “They’re both black!”
“Oh, come now, dear,” Margaret said. “The city is full of different races and colours and creeds. You don’t think it is wrong for races to mix like this, surely?”
“No! No, it isn’t that, I just didn’t expect my mother to be taking photos of co... men’s appendages like that! And any man with you seems strange to me, mother, I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay, it took your sister a little while to get used to it as well,” Margaret lied.
Chloe was about to reply when the serving girl came into the room, brandishing the pen and paper Emily had asked for. She waited while Emily wrote a few things down then tore off the top sheet.
“Thanks,” she said, handing the note to the girl and keeping the pad for herself. “I might use it again later, I like to write down my thoughts sometimes. That’s all, I think.”
The girl nodded and walked to the door. Emily watched her all the way and, as she got to the exit, she finally glanced at the paper. Stopping dead, she turned on her heel and met Emily’s gaze. Emily nodded very slightly and the girl looked at the paper again. She looked back at Emily and then walked out the door, flustered.
“Anyway,” Chloe was saying. “I’d love to show you around the grounds, it really is lovely this time of year. Bit cold, but wrap up warm and the views are marvellous.”
---
“I’m getting butterflies,” Bin Bin said as they stood outside Bam Bam’s apartment. “I... I’m so excited! I’ve never had sex with a man before... and only once with a girl. It just is very dangerous in China to do these things, we get so much pressure to study and ... well, you know all about it. I’m so jealous of you being here... your freedom. And to have sex with a white man, it is so naughty. My parents would be very upset if they knew, ha, it makes it even better!”
Mei Ling chuckled. “Whoever said he was white, Bin Bin?”
The door opened as Bin Bin registered what she’d said. A tall black man stood in the doorway, wearing regulation ‘thug’ clothing. Bin Bin’s mouth fell open as she realised that she wasn’t about to lose her virginity to a white man... but to a black man. To say her parents would be mortified would be a huge understatement. The thrill she felt upon realising this made her weak at the knees.
“Hey,” Mei Ling said, stepping up to the man. Bin Bin watched as the man grabbed her cousin, roughly kissing her. She gulped as they slobbered all over each other for what seemed like forever.
“Who’s this fine piece of ass?” Bam Bam said finally, still holding Mei Ling like he owned her.
“This is my cousin, Bin Bin,” she said. “She wants you and the guys to take her maidenhood.”
“Maidenho... oooh, she’s a virgin? Damn, well, come on in, girl. Let’s get to it.”
Bin Bin looked nervous, but Mei Ling took her hand and dragged her into the shabby apartment. Had she... he... they said boys? Not just one? Her pussy was soaking wet.
Bin Bin stepped into a cluttered lounge area where a group of surly-looking black men were loafing about, some playing video games, others just ... slouching. They all turned to look at the girls, Bam Bam included.
“Clothes, cunt,” he said. Mei Ling started to strip, Bin Bin watching with her jaw still drooping as her gorgeous cousin tossed her clothing aside and stood naked in the room. Her belly was slightly bigger than Bin Bin had expected, but she didn’t have time to focus on this.
“And you, virgin queen,” Bam Bam sneered. Bin Bin stood, frozen, but luckily Mei Ling moved to her. She shivered with anticipation as, one by one, her clothes hit the floor. Soon she too was naked. One of the men whistled appreciatively.
“Fuck, bro, this one’s even sexier,” the man said. Bin Bin blushed, covering herself instinctively, but her hands were quickly slapped out of the way by Bam Bam.
“You are our fuck toy now, slut,” he said. Bin Bin was startled, but a nod from Mei Ling calmed her down. “Don’t worry, we ain’t gonna hurt you when we take your hymen... but after that, you’re going to get fucked just like your whore cousin.”
Bin Bin’s chest was heaving, so excited was she. She’d waited for her first sexual encounter with a man for so long and now it was here... and it would be with a gang of black thugs!
Bam Bam unhooked his belt and pushed down his pants, revealing underwear with a bulge Bin Bin couldn’t believe was real. Mei Ling got on her knees like she was praying to this godlike phallus and pulled the underwear down too, unleashing a cock that made Bin Bin squeak audibly. It was thick, enormous, longer than Bin Bin thought possible. It was, to her, the ultimate cock and she knew why Mei Ling was so enamoured of this man.
Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees, ignoring the unhealthy state of the carpet. Bam Bam grinned as both women began to worship at his proverbial altar, lavishing him with their tongues.
---
Chloe Gerrard, soon to be Mrs Chloe Travers, sat on the bed she shared with her fiancé, Rufus. She chewed her lip as she heard him brushing his teeth in the ensuite bathroom. Ever since she’d seen those images on her relatives’ phones, she’d felt something twisting in her gut, a strange, feeling that... well, she didn’t know what it was. She felt... horny, but that wasn’t what it was. Seeing such impressive, unbelievable phalluses would make any red-blooded woman stir in her loins.
No, there was something else, something... primal that was stirring in her that she couldn’t identify. Probably nothing, but...
“I hope you had fun today,” Rufus said, leaning on the door to the bathroom and holding his customary glass of water he had next to the bed every night. “I know we’re isolated down here and it can be trying for you. Just a little while longer and we can get back to civilisation.”
He was wearing just a towel round his waist. Horny as she was, Chloe gazed lustfully at his slim frame. He was in good condition, athletic but not ripped or buffed or whatever other words people used. No six pack or anything, just... nice. It was Rufus all over - nice, not exceptional. Chloe felt a pang of anger, but she dismissed it. What was wrong with that, after all.
When he moved over to her, she couldn’t resist tugging the towel away, ******** his entire frame to her. He chuckled and she touched his rising manhood. For some reason, it didn’t excite her like it once had. She stroked him gently, covering nearly the whole thing in her petite hand.
“...and I know you want to go all the way, but I just believe it will be best to wait. Make it more special. You know I’ve been with girls before and you’ve been with boys... but with you, I want it to be perfect.”
“I used to think this cock was perfect,” Chloe thought about saying, “but now... I’m really not sure.” Instead she just nodded and took him into her mouth. He lasted a minute before blowing his load in her. She gagged, the taste of his semen revolting to her. Before she could stop herself, she spat the small amount of sperm on the floor.
“Well, that was a good carpet once,” Rufus chuckled. “Don’t worry, Prysock can take it to get it cleaned. Now... if I might return the favour?”
While Rufus snuffled and lapped at her vagina, she tried to concentrate on her climax, putting other thoughts aside... but as she finally came, twenty minutes later and with Rufus complaining about his jaw hurting, she had one image imprinted in her mind’s eye, the only thing that she found could arouse her enough to orgasm - the image of a thick, long black cock.
---
Emily waited in her room that evening, the sounds of people moving around outside slowly lessening until, for a while, nothing could be heard. She leafed through a copy of a book of erotica she’d brought with her, wearing only a dressing gown loosely tied around her waist. She resisted the urge to masturbate, even when she came to her favourite tale of a woman walking into a locker room and finding her cheerleading team being systematically fucked by black sportsmen from another school. She knew the author, who used the pseudonym Thickwil, had written other works, all of which she enjoyed with a passion. She just wished he’d write more!
As she began to lose her battle of wills with her body, her pussy throbbing too much for her to resist touching it, she heard soft footsteps outside. A very light knock on the door and she went to open it. Her mother stood there, her own robe on. Margaret entered and immediately tossed her robe aside.
“God, I’m so fucking horny,” she said. “Sitting through dinner I just wanted to ravish someone, anyone... now we have all night, my darling ********, to pleasure each other!”
“Ah, not so fast, mother,” Emily said, placing a finger on her lips. “We’re not nearly ready to start tonight’s... festivities. Give it 10 minutes and I think we’ll be ready. If you want to make yourself useful, you can help me unpack all the dildos and stuff from that second suitcase.
For a while, the two women took the bewildering array of sex toys Emily had brought with them out of the suitcase and arranged them on the bed. Double-ended dildos, enormous black plastic phalluses, big hand-shaped ones curled into intimidating fists, butt plugs that really stretched you out and more - all lined up on the bed and ready for them to pick and choose from. Next to them all was an industrial-sized tub of lubricant.
“There... and, I believe, we have our finishing touch...” Emily grinned, moving to the door. Sure enough, Margaret heard dainty footsteps outside, as if someone were trying desperately to not be heard as he or she crept along the corridor. Some almost inaudible knocking and Emily slowly opened the door. As Margaret had guessed, the maid from earlier stood outside, clad in a fluffy pink dressing gown and matching bunny slippers. Cute.
“Um... your note... look, I just... oh wow,” the maid said, finally spotting Margaret’s nudity. “This is... you are really serious... I just... how did you know I...?”
“...was a lesbian? A girl just knows, honey. We’re not lesbians, by the way. Completely bisexual, the best way to be.”
“I see... can I come in? I don’t want anyone to see me... they might think it improper...”
“Believe me, my dear,” Margaret said. “Tonight is anything but proper. I mean...” Emily shut the door while she was talking. “...how is fucking your own ******** proper?”
“I guess not...” the girl smiled nervously. “Sorry, I’m not as ... just a bit nervous, you know?”
“Then let us help you out,” Emily said, moving to the girl, who held her breath as Emily started to undress her. Margaret moved in to help and soon, the girl was naked. Even the bunny slippers had gone.
“My, you are a delicate little flower,” Margaret said as she and Emily caressed the girl’s pearl white skin with their fingers. The girl was breathing more heavily as the other women gently stroked her nipples, her thighs and between her legs, always roaming, turning her on with their attentions.
“You... are very much like... your sister, ma’am,” the girl said to Emily. “I wish... I wish...”
“... you could be doing this with her, right?” Emily laughed. “You know... if everything goes to plan... we’re going to make that happen for you.”
The girl gasped as Emily words coincided with Margaret moving behind her and kissing her neck.
“You... mean that?”
“Oh yes,” Emily said, gently easing her robe off, leaving her naked along with the other women. She moved close to the girl, pressing herself against her, naked, skin to skin. Her lips were mere centimetres away from the girl’s and she could feel her heart beating like crazy with excitement.
“Oh yes,” Emily repeated. “That’s just the first of the things we’re going to do with your prissy little mistress. We’re going to break her and turn her into a slut... and you can ride her fucking face with your pretty little pussy when we do. I bet you’d like that...”
The girl nodded, biting her lip.
“...but that’s for the future. For now,” Emily said, reaching a hand up to the side of the girl’s face, “we three are going to fuck like animals all night.”
Finally she kissed the girl, her mother pressing in behind and lavishing her neck with her own tender touches of the lips. Two hands, one from Emily and the other from Margaret, snaked slowly down the girl’s body to her loins, the former finding her clitoris and the latter sinking multiple digits into her soaking wet pussy.
The girl broke the kiss and turned her head to the right, gasping with pleasure, only to be silenced by Margaret’s mouth pressing hard against her’s. Emily’s own mouth went to work on the girl’s breasts, teasing and sucking at her bullet-hard nipples and driving her even crazier with pleasure.
“Oh Jesus!” the girl moaned into Margaret’s mouth. She broke away and held the two other women close, hugging them forcefully as she came, her mouth a silent O until a shuddering, extended groan of pure pleasure was forced from her lungs. Emily slipped her fingers out of the girl’s cunt and fed them to her, enjoying how slutty this girl already was. Through orgasm-blurred eyes, the girl grinned as she sucked her own juices off Emily’s fingers.
“That was... incredible,” the girl said as both Margaret and Emily stepped away, leaving her on shaky legs. “Thankyou.”
“Don’t thank us yet,” Emily said, reaching onto the bed and picking up a 10-inch black dildo. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she saw it... and even wider when she saw Margaret holding a butt plug.
“Yes, no thanks yet,” Margaret grinned. “The night is yet young...”
---
The girl woke up to the sound of knocking on the bedroom door. What... where was she? Sitting up slightly, resting on her elbows, she looked left and right and saw Margaret and Emily’s naked forms, lying under the silk sheets on either side of her. Holy fuck, she thought, remembering just what she’d done last night. Her pussy felt... used. Fantastically used. So did her ass.
She knew she’d passed out at some point, the two women wearing strap-ons and doubling up on her pussy. She’d never known pleasure like it and the quivering in her pussy as she imagined the night before meant she really, really wanted to know it again. And soon.
The knocking. More urgent this time.
“Mmmmm,” Emily groaned. “Are we in my room or your room, mother?”
“Yours,” Margaret said, groggily.
“Figures,” Emily said. Emily found her discarded gown and unlocked the door.
“Good morning, Miss,” Prysock said from outside on the landing. “Miss Chloe requests the pleasure of your company for breakfast. Shall I tell her you will be down soon?”
Emily nodded and closed the door in his face. The girl was throwing on her clothing from the night before frantically, swearing about how she should be up and working already.
“Don’t worry,” Margaret said, chuckling. “I’ll say you were helping me in my room and that’s why nobody has seen you yet, okay? I’ll say... I’ll say I woke you early and that’s why you’re not dressed. Should cover it.”
“I hope so,” the girl said.
“Or we could just fuck again,” Margaret said. “Whatever.”
The girl looked at her, aghast. Then laughed. “Please, don’t tempt me, ma’am.”
“Margaret, please, we’ve shared our bodies, no need for formality.”
The girl nodded and helped Margaret to dress as well. The two peeked round the door and scooted out when the coast was clear, disappearing into Margaret’s room. Emily picked up one of the strap-ons from the night before and grinned. Concealing it in her gown, she walked out and knocked on her mother’s door.
“Yes?” Margaret said, opening it a crack. Emily handed her the enormous strap-on dildo.
“Fuck the shit out of her again, Mother,” Emily giggled. “I’ll say you went with her to the town. Don’t let her leave while she can still walk.”
“Mmmmm, you wicked girl,” Margaret said, grabbing the sex toy. “Oh, my dear girl, there seems to have been a change of plan...”
The door closed and Emily laughed, going back to her room to change.
----
Bin Bin lay on her back, the dirty carpet beneath her. It wasn’t quite how she’d imagined losing her virginity, but the sight of Bam Bam’s enormous black cock poised ready between her legs made her quiver, shiver and other things rhyming with iver. That was it - made her cunt juice flow like a river. She was never one for poetry, although her eyes continued to goggle with wonder at the pure artistic genius that was this man’s penis.
Long, thick, veiny ... it just begged to be fucked, to impale itself in a willing pussy... and her’s was more than willing. It was ripe, ready to be plucked, fucked and - later - sucked when he’d deposited his cream in her.
She watched as he slapped the bulbous head against her clit then let go, motioning to Mei Ling.
“Put it in her,” he ordered and her tiny hand clutched at the shaft, positioning the phallus right at the entrance of Bin Bin’s virginal pussy. The head pressed against her, spreading her labia and she cooed as she felt it slowly enter her body. Everything else ceased to exist - the grotty room, the hideous carpet, even Mei Ling. Everything was just this cock and her pussy meeting. The head was in, just about. Only 10 or so more thick inches to go.
He reached her hymen and he didn’t warn her. A rough forward thrust and he’d torn her maidenhead. She screamed, expecting the pain but still unable to keep from exclaiming. The other men in the room cheered as Bam Bam continued to push into her. She breathed deeply, trying to relax and Mei Ling helped by starting to lick her nipples. She moaned, the pleasure overwhelming the pain very quickly.
Half of it was in her and he was still pushing. She couldn’t believe how full she felt, remembering how Mei Ling had said she’d taken two of these black monster cocks into her pussy at once. She would do that, one day, but now just one was almost more than she could take.
Her pussy continued to expand and stretch for this invader, greedy, desperate to take it all the way inside. He pulled back out and then slid even more in, over and over, a little bit more each time, exploring areas in her that, if she were not here today, would probably never have been touched by a male’s member. She opened her legs wider instinctively, urging him to force more cock into her body.
As she felt the head nudge her cervix, she also felt his balls touch her skin. That was it - every inch inside her. She gave a long, low moan of satisfaction, ready to be fucked for the first time.
“You ready, slut?” Bam Bam growled. He had been kind, generally speaking, but now she knew he wanted to rut with her like a pair of animals... and she wanted it to.
“I want every black man here to fuck me like a cheap whore,” Bin Bin said. “Come on... FUCK ME!”
----
Collin tossed and turned in his sleep. He was alone, of course. In fact, he didn’t know where Corina was. Well, he did. In the arms and on the cocks of other men. Somewhere. He was stuck with the kids again while she had her regular dose of black sperm injected into her pussy. Not that it mattered now - she had gleefully shown him the pregnancy test that confirmed her new status as a mother-to-be, rubbing her belly and saying how it would be all swollen up soon, maybe it would be twins or more. Laughing at how all Colin’s money was going to go to supporting the child of another man. She was so cruel and Colin was ashamed that he was getting more and more turned on by her consistent humiliation of him.
It was difficult, but he was slowly getting used to his new role of cuckold. His sense of complete failure as a man was absolute and would take a long time to internalise, but he had no choice. Either accept it or... no, the alternatives were more difficult.
So as he lay there, he dreamed. Dreamed of big, thick cocks easily entering sloppy, cum-filled pussies, of muscular hunks dominating beautiful women. One particular dream came to him regularly. He was standing in a church, devoid of people. It was unnaturally large and he walked up the central passageway towards the front. It was dark too and... misty? Foggy? Inside? He found it difficult to see until, suddenly, he found himself standing still, unable to move, as a figure in white appeared from the smoke. As it cleared, he was it was his wife, Corina, just as she’d been on her wedding day. Her hair curled up in an intricate design, white dress as jaw-dropping as the first time he’d seen it. He still thought she was the prettiest, most radiant vision of womankind he’d ever seen.
She smiled at him as she had that day, eyes on the brink of tears, actual love for him there. He felt like weeping himself but then... he noticed she wasn’t quite looking at him. Slightly to the left, as if at someone behind him. Colin looked nervously to his left and saw a muscular black man, naked, walk past him, cock as big as anything Colin had seen before. It was clear Corina’s eyes were for this man only. Colin may as well not have been there. The man approached her and their lips met. Corina’s hands, ensconced in the elbow-length white gloves, wrapped around the inhuman phallus, kneading and stroking it lovingly.
Colin turned his head to the other side and saw another man go past him. Corina soon stood with a man flanking her on each side, a cock in each hand, head tilted back as two pairs of black male lips gently kissed her neck. Her chest was heaving and she was obviously very turned on. Colin tore his eyes away, shutting them to prevent the tears from flowing.
When he opened them the scene had changed. Corina stood at the altar, a vicar about to preside over her wedding to Colin... but Colin was standing to the side, not in his rightful place. He looked down and found he was tied up with ropes, unable to move. The vicar nodded and a naked black man stepped into the place where Colin should have been. Corina smiled up at the ebony colossus then down at his gigantic cock.
“Do you, Corina Burbank,” the vicar said, for some reason using her married name, “take this man as your lover? To fuck and to screw, inseminate and impregnate, to give yourself to forever and ever?”
“I do,” Corina grinned.
“Do you agree to spread your legs for this man whenever he wants to stick his massive cock in your pussy?”
“I do,” Corina said.
“Do you agree to let him have your ass at any time, in any place?”
“Oh yes, I do.”
“Then you may fuck the man,” the vicar said, stepping back slightly. Colin watched as the man moved past Corina to stand behind her. She shivered with anticipation as her dress was hiked up and then, despite his view being blocked, the expression on his wife’s face made it obvious this man had sunk his cock deep, deep into her vagina. The sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated around the church, as did Corina’s increasingly loud groans of pleasure.
Large hands grabbed her shoulders and tore at her dress, the expensive gown ripped from her, ******** her breasts. The hands grabbed them, kneaded them roughly, this bestial act only eliciting more cries of joy from Colin’s “wife”. A second black man was standing in front of her now and the vicar started to recite the same words as before. Corina’s replies were breathless as the first man pumped her pussy with every bit of strength he had.
This man, when they finished, pressed himself against her front, kissing her neck, fondling other parts of her as the first continued to ruthlessly fuck her. As the third man approached - and Colin could see a line of black men behind him, an endless parade of muscular studs ready to be wed to his wife - Corina orgasmed, screaming her answers to the vicar’s questions with liberal use of the phrase “Fuck me!” interspersed between them.
Colin closed his eyes again and the scene changed once more. He recognised the place immediately - it was the honeymoon suite he had shared with Corina in Rome. It was perhaps the only time he’d lavished her with excess - he’d spent his entire pre-marriage savings on this two-week affair... and he saw Corina there on the bed, her naked body calling him, begging for him to...
... no, not him. Never him. Not anymore. Her legs were spread, her pussy juicy and inviting... but for the gang of black men that surrounded the bed. Colin was effectively a ghost as he watched man after man mount his wife in the honeymoon bed he’d spent thousands on acquiring. He watched as his wife screamed in pleasure as man after man pumped her womb full of sperm.
Then the scene changed and she was on her knees, wedding dress on, as men masturbated in a circle around her. She herself was furiously rubbing at her pussy, other hand massaging a breast, as the men began to erupt all over her. She laughed as sperm rained down on her face and all over her pristine dress, forever soiling it with their semen. Colin cried out in anguish as he watched 10, 20, 30 men jack off and cover his wife in hot, sticky jizz.
He wept and closed his eyes, opening them to yet another new scene. It was unfamiliar this time. A bed covered in soft toys, Corina sitting naked on it, toying with her clitoris. She smiled and someone in the dark that Colin couldn’t see ... then his jaw dropped as his eldest ******** moved into view. She was older than she was in real life, looking about 20 or so and stunningly beautiful, just like her mother. Trailing behind her was a black man, her hand wrapped around his cock. She dragged him to the bed and Colin watched as Corina took the cock and guided it into his ********’s pussy. As the man began to fuck her, Corina beckoned to someone else and his other ********, 18 years old and as gorgeous as her relatives, climbed onto the bed. Colin was appalled as she kissed her mother then went to her sister and did the same.
She was on all fours as Corina grabbed her ass, spreading it for the cock of a second black man. Corina spat on her ********’s asshole and helped the man push his enormous meat all the way in to the balls. Colin watched as all three of the people he loved most in the world were brutally fucked by dozens of black men, both of his ********* screaming for the men to impregnate them.
He woke up screaming himself... and then realised he had cum during his dream. He wept with shame at how he had envisaged his young *********. Was that what was to become of them? Helpless cock-addicted sluts like their mother? As he sat up in his bed, he knew deep down that Corina would do all she could to corrupt them.
The problem was... Colin couldn’t honestly say he didn’t want this to happen. When the time was right, when they were old enough to have sex... he could easily see himself being there to watch in person as his ********* both took their first steps on the road to become true black cock whores.
----
Emily crossed her legs and looked at the sister across the table. She, her mother and Chloe had gone out for dinner at a local restaurant at Emily’s insistence. The fake reason given was they wanted to see what was on offer outside the house, but the real one was so they could put some real pressure on Chloe outside of the home environment. They knew she’d never give in straight away, but they had to continue planting the seeds that would lead her to accepting her life as a slut. This was easier said than done.
But they had to try, right?
“I thought you might like to see some more snaps of me and my boyfriend,” Emily said, pushing her phone at Chloe. Her sister gulped and tentatively picked up the device. As she had expected, the photo currently showing on the screen was not one you’d show to your mother... except that this time, it was as Margaret was leaning over to have a look too. Embarrassed, Chloe just looked at the image of her youngest sister French kissing a burly black man. It wasn’t X-rated, she guessed, but neither was it obvious whether the two were wearing clothes.
“His name is Brutus,” said Emily, lying. She didn’t actually know the man’s name. “I’ve seen him on and off for a few months now. He’s really big... and I don’t just mean his muscles. Or maybe I do, ha ha!”
Chloe blushed. The city had really changed Emily. She’d never been like this when she was younger.
“What’s the next picture?” Margaret said, leaning closer, deliberately putting herself into Chloe’s personal space. She flashed a quick, nervous look at her mother before tilting the screen towards her. The photo was of Emily on her knees, her boyfriend’s groin right next to her head. She had an expression of faux-shock plastered over her, related to the enormous bulge in the guy’s pants mere centimetres from her face.
“My goodness, I wonder what he has in there,” Margaret chuckled. “I wonder if you’d make an expression like that if your fiance took a similar picture, Chloe...”
“Oh Mother, you know there’s not much chance of that, I mean... he’s white...”
“Of course, how silly of me, I guess it is just black guys who can make girls look like that...”
“Oh, come on,” Chloe said, cheeks still flushing red. “Okay, so this guy is... er, big, but don’t say you believe that racist stuff about all black guys are ... like that and all white guys aren’t?”
“I guess soooooome white guys will be packing, but... seriously, sis, play the percentage game. The odds on a black guy having a cock that can satisfy me? Way more likely than a white guy, sorry. It’s just the truth.”
“Emily, that’s just... holy fuck!”
As Chloe had formed her rebuttal, Margaret had reached over and swiped to the left, bringing up the next image. Emily knelt, obviously naked, facing the camera. To her left and right were two gigantic black cocks, dripping pre-cum, stiff and rigid and enormously long. Emily’s grin was one of pure lust, one that indicated she knew just what was going to happen to her in the next few minutes after the photo was taken, one that said “I’m going to get fucked by these guys... and it is going to be awesome.”
Chloe couldn’t help but exclaim, staring at the erotic image of her own sister with wide eyes.
“Wait... two? You... no, surely... two?”
“Well...” Emily said, smiling and running her finger round the rim of her glass. “Don’t forget the guy taking the picture as well.”
“This is... Mother, help me here. Emily’s being... this is too much!”
Chloe was hopelessly flustered, looking to her mother for help.
“I’m sorry, dear, but your sister is right,” Margaret shrugged, flicking the screen again. Chloe gasped as the next image was of Margaret, two bulbous, apple-sized cock heads trying to force themselves into her mouth. Her eyes were on the camera, her mouth open wide to try to accommodate the two penises.
“Mother! Oh my God!” Chloe squealed. “You... no, I can’t...”
“Look, let’s be serious for a second here,” Margaret said, putting her hand on Chloe’s, which was trembling. “We just want the best for you, dear. You and your other two sisters. That’s why... okay, we’re going to come clean. That’s why we are here. We want you to...”
“...to go black, Chloe,” Emily said, leaning forward. “We want you to experience what now know. That sex with black men lifts your life to a new level. It is like Sex 2.0. Better, longer, faster, harder... and multi-orgasmic.”
“Yes, since Emily convinced me to go black, my life has changed. So much, really. There are things we should talk about, but not until later. I know this is a lot to take in like this, but we wouldn’t be trying to help you like this if we didn’t think it would change your life for the better.”
Chloe looked bemused. “But... I’ve got everything. A loving fiance, enormous wealth. I can have everything and anything I want. Why would I give all this up for ... base pleasures?”
“Because you don’t know how extraordinary the pleasures will be until you’ve experienced them,” Margaret said, clasping her ********’s hand. “I just can’t face seeing you locked away in a marriage where I know you won’t be getting what you need every night...”
“And what’s that?”
“A good fucking,” Margaret said bluntly. “This isn’t the old days, this isn’t the same world as when I was young. Women don’t have to accept second best anymore... and best is black, honey. Trust me. Please, go black. You’ll never go back, cliched as that might be. I never will. Emily never will. Her friends and colleagues she has converted never will.”
“I... I can’t,” Chloe said, on the verge of tears. “I made a commitment, a promise to marry... maybe all these things you say, he can give me. It isn’t the size that counts... right?”
She didn’t sound entirely convinced.
“The chances of him being a sex god that can make you pass out from constant orgasms... I’m not seeing him as being that kind of man. For fu... I mean, you don’t even have sex now. Why do you think that is? I don’t buy it that he’s waiting for it to be perfect...” Margaret said.
“... maybe he’s waiting until you are bound to him forever to show you he can’t get it up for more than two minutes. Or that he’s in, out, thanks, snore. None of the black men I’ve been with have been anything less than extraordinary lovers. I’ve been with some white guys before that... all pathetic. It isn’t their fault, it is just... genetics or something.”
Chloe looked at her sister. She couldn’t deny what she was saying, not completely. Was that really why she was being forced to wait for sex? Because he was afraid she’d run a mile when he couldn’t perform? No, that wasn’t... could it... she gulped. It better not be that or...
“Dear,” Margaret said, squeezing her ********’s hand. “The only thing Emily and I want is for you and your sisters to be happy. Money is fantastic, money is the key to so much in life... but true happiness, true ecstatic joy... the kind you only get from fucking awesome sex... you are not going to get that from your fiancé, Chloe. I promise you this.”
“Mother, I ... love him,” she said, hating herself for hesitating. “And I have so much here. Sex isn’t everything, you managed without it for a long time...”
“...and I realise what a colossal mistake that was! The amount of ... damn it, LIVING I’ve done in the past few months, it is like I started my life again. The only good thing from my previous existence is you kids and I’ll be damned if I let you all make the same mistakes. Emily knows this and by Christ you’re going to know it too.”
“You can’t force me to have sex with a black man, mother,” Chloe grimaced.
“She won’t need to,” Emily said, calmly. “I guarantee her tight little pussy is wetter than a swimming pool right now.”
Chloe sat, startled, not believing what her sister had just said. Her sister, flesh and blood, was talking openly about her pussy. She was literally speechless.
“I think you are probably right,” Margaret said, not missing a beat. “Are you aroused, Chloe? Come on, you wouldn’t be human if the sight of such big cocks didn’t turn you on.”
“I... I...” Chloe spluttered. “I can’t believe you... I should go. Seriously, I should...”
“Yeah, she’s aroused,” Emily chuckled. “In fact, she’s probably aroused by me talking about her pussy... her juicy, wet, slippery little cunt.”
Chloe, again, was speechless.
“Fuck it, I know we said we weren’t going to push this so far, but... I just can’t resist her. You’re so fucking sexy, Chloe, you deserve so much more from your love life than being tied down to some limp dick white guy... you deserve everything. Black men in your pussy...”
Emily licked her lips.
“...and me licking it out.”
“You... mother, what’s she doing? She... I’m getting really freaked out now. Oh my God... you want to have lesbian sex... with me... your own sister?”
Emily nodded, unafraid. She knew her sister’s blustering was more than likely a bluff. She was her flesh and blood, she would react the same way as both Margaret and Emily. She hoped, anyway. This was her roll of the dice, her big gamble. She knew Chloe was horny as hell, she just needed to plant that seed. Chloe looked horrified, but was still at the table. For some reason, she’d forgotten her desire to leave. Emily smiled.
“Don’t worry, Chloe, we’re not asking you to do anything now. We’re just saying that, you know, the choice is there. Live the boring life here in the country, have those regrets about what could have been had you given in. Embraced your desires and so on. Do this while knowing that we’re getting FUCKED by the biggest, longest, thickest black cocks around, having countless orgasms while living the high life in the city. Maybe the village fête will have a minor celebrity this year or something equally as exciting as having a black man nudge your cervix with each stroke, plunging deeper into your body than your wimp husband could ever reach...”
“... or you could let your body do the thinking instead of your brain. Maybe you can even keep both lives, balancing mind-blowing sex with the rich stuff here. Who knows? All I know,” Margaret said, continuing for Emily, “...is that you owe it to yourself to just try. Once. Twice, however many times. See what the fuss is all about. Go black... you might go back. There’s always a first time for everything...”
Chloe slumped back in her chair. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions. They were pushing all her buttons and she knew it... but she was finding it difficult to resist. They were so... sure of themselves. She knew they wanted her to experience what they were... and was that such a bad thing? She’d made commitments, but nothing binding, not yet... could she just have a bit of fun then settle down? She didn’t believe that the sex could be as good as they said, so good she’d abandon everything for a life of sin. But... they seemed so sure. Could it really be how they said? Could she deny herself the experience of a big black man pinning her down, slipping his massive length into her...
She shuddered, but not because it was cold.
“I ... at least let me think about it,” Chloe said, eager to be alone to go over this in her head some more. Emily nodded and stood. It had been a while since they finished their meal, after all. The staff probably wanted to shift them for some new customers.
“Of course,” Emily said. “Just know one thing. I have in mind a picture of you, Chloe, a huge black cock in your pussy, up to the balls. Your eyes are half-closed, glazed with lust. You’ve already had ten orgasms or so, an eleventh on the way. Your womb is full of sperm and you’ve gulped down many other loads. You can feel it in your belly, all warm, filling you up. Your face is covered in it too, as are your breasts... but you can’t stop. You just want more and as you look around the room, you see more men coming to you, more massive cocks ready to fill you up... and you know you made the right choice. That’s how I see your future, Chloe... and then, when you see me approaching, you scream as I start to lick your clit as the orgasm hits you.”
Chloe didn’t move as her mother and sister got their coats and left. She didn’t want to move, despite them obviously waiting outside for her. She didn’t want anyone to see... to see the large wet patch on her seat. In her mind was the scene Emily had described. She felt her pussy twinge, getting even wetter.
“Oh God... they’re right. The two of them are absolutely fucking right. I can’t resist... I can’t... I have to get fucked... by a black guy. I’m sorry, Rufus, but... I can’t fight it.”
