Gang-bang. Gang-bang. Gang-bang. The words kept going round and round in her head. Gang-bang. Gang-bang. Gang-bang. Corina’s pussy was gushing wet already, but she felt it get even wetter, the seat beneath her slick with her excitement now. Gang-bang. Multiple black men pounding her, using her body, her holes. Gang-bang. When one finished, another would enter her, over and over until she couldn’t take any more, her pussy stretched obscenely, sperm spewing out of her before being pushed back into her womb when the next cock penetrated her....
“Holy fuck...” she whimpered.
And it would be in front of strangers, a crowd of people watching getting the fucking of a lifetime. White women admiring her glistening flesh as cock after cock was forced inside her, her climaxes viewed by the crowd. She shuddered with anticipation.
She knew also that it would be filmed, put on the internet for anyone to see. Her friends, her ******, her colleagues - who knows who might see her in the throes of ecstasy, her wedding vows obscenely ignored as she rutted with a gang of black studs.
“Do you think you can handle a group of men all at once, Corina?” Vanessa said, knowing the answer already.
“I... I don’t know,” Corina said, chest heaving. “There’s only one way to find out, though!”
“I’ve got the feeling,” Vanessa said, sitting back in her chair, “that this’ll just be the start for you, Corina. I think we’re going to be seeing you with many, many groups of men in the future. Corina Burbank, Gang-Bang Slut. I like it.”
“So do I!” Corina thought.
“Excellent, shall we head back out then?” Tandino said, rising from behind his desk. The girls all nodded. “I’ll get someone to clean up your seat, Corina...”
She looked down and noticed the veritable puddle of fluid she’d left there, blushing in embarrassment while the others chuckled at her.
The sun was bright as the foursome emerged from the house, the party still going strong. Corina now noticed there was a small pavilion behind the stage she’d soon be gracing with her presence. She realised that that was where they were headed.
“You’ve still got the bag we asked you pick up,” Tandino said and Corina realised that yes, she was still clutching it.
“Oh, yes, I’d forgotten about that,” she mumbled.
“That’s the changing tent for... performers, so go in there, pick an outfit from the bag and... well, come out when I introduce you. Still want to do this?”
She was scared stiff, but she couldn’t back down now, not when her first gang-bang was so tantalisingly close.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Great, off you go and I’ll start the introductions in about 10 minutes,” Tandino said.
The tent was surprisingly quiet with the flap down. Outside she could still hear the buzz of conversation, but things felt... calm inside. She took a deep breath and began to strip, folding her clothes away neatly and placing them in the bag. She resisted the urge to touch herself and started to scan through the other things in it. First she removed all the dildos and sex toys, placing on a makeup table. There was a mirror on it and she took various garments and put them up against herself, seeing how they looked.
She decided eventually on a black lace top that went down to her midriff, her flat belly uncovered, and frilly knickers that barely concealed her essentials. After that came stockings that covered her legs up to just above the knee, plus on her feet were stiletto heels, adding considerably to her height. As a final touch, she slipped on some long black gloves that went up to her elbows. Red lipstick and dark mascara completed her ‘look’. She nodded approvingly at herself in the mirror.
“You look... amazing,” Emily said. Corina turned, pleased to see her young friend.
“Thanks, I’m pretty nervous right now... I mean... fucking in front of a crowd is just... but to be g... gang-banged as well? I’m struggling to take it all in.”
“You’ll be fine,” Emily smiled. “I can’t wait to see you taking on all those studs.”
“I don’t think I could do this without you here to support me,” Corina said. Emily smiled and went to her friend, taking her in her arms and hugging her tight. “It means a lot to me.”
“I know,” Emily said, patting the back of Corina’s head. The two girls pulled away slightly before kissing each other passionately.
“Oh fuck,” Corina gasped, lipstick smeared. “I fucking love you, Emily. So much, so fucking much...”
They kissed again, hands exploring her each feverishly.
“I love you too,” Emily said, tears in her eyes. “I wish... I wish.... Oh, it doesn’t matter.”
Emily pulled away gently, a sad smile on her lips. “I wish we could be together forever, like lovers, but... I understand how it can’t happen. Your ******, kids... I suspect they wouldn’t take kindly to a girl like me moving in with their mother.”
Corina also had tears in her eyes, her mascara running too. “I... wish you could. Maybe in the future we could work something out... I don’t know... just... we can make the best of what we have, huh? We’re sharing these moments and the black guys and... everything.”
“I know,” Emily said. “Don’t put your makeup back on, leaving it all smeared. It looks even sluttier.”
Corina smiled and gave her a farewell kiss, watching as her friend left the tent. Almost immediately afterwards, Tandino began to speak.
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“Ladies and gentlemen!” Tando said into the microphone. “Thanks for coming today, we hope you’re having a good time. We’ll get straight to it, we know you girls and guys out there want to... get better acquainted. Remember that whatever you need today, we can provide it for you. Anyway, first we have a special treat, a woman who, after many years of marriage, has found her true calling in life... interracial sex!”
An appreciative murmur rippled across the crowd.
“Yes, she’s really grown fond of black men and we’d like to give her just what she wants today. So, on stage, for all of you to enjoy, Mrs Corina Burbank will take part in her very first gang-bang with four of the best studs in the world. Ramon from Brazil, a cock 12 inches long and thick as a coke can. Daquan, flown in from the projects of New York, 11 inches and fat as a forearm. Khumalo from South Africa, 13inches of solid black cock and, finally, Shola, a massive 15 inches of purest Congolese penis. All stuffed up in our lovely volunteer’s pretty pink pussy... and her ass too.”
“So what are we waiting for? Give her a big round of applause, come on! Corina, come on out!”
The tent flap opened and Corina stepped out to a rapturous reception, women and men clapping and hollering as she timidly moved up onto the stage next to Mr Tandino. She saw Emily and Vanessa in the front, both of them nodding at her, giving her the encouragement she needed.
“Didn’t I say she was gorgeous?” Tandino said. “She looks even better naked!”
“I bet she does!” a random woman shouted out, eliciting laughs from the crowd. “Come on, take them off!”
“I think you’re already popular with the guests,” Tandino said to Corina. “Want to give them what they want?”
Corina looked at the woman who had shouted. She was in her mid-40s, average build, slightly greying hair but still very beautiful. Around her neck was a chain with a Queen of Spades symbol dangling from it, nestled on an ample bosom.
“Sure, why not?” she said.
Taking a deep breath, Corina put her thumbs against her hips, sliding them between the waistband of her knickers and her skin. Slowly she eased the garment down, leaving it suspended mid-thigh, her hairless pussy ******* to the clicking cameras and those filming every second of the performance. Her nipples rubbed against the thin fabric of her top and she wanted to free them, ****** them to the crowd just like her pussy was. So over her head went the top, discarded casually as she put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest out. So many eyes were on her, male and female, she felt so turned on.
It was inevitable that her knickers were allowed to drop to her ankles, her body nude now apart from the stockings and stilettos. She raised her hands behind her head, her chest rising too, striking pose after pose as the cameras clicked incessantly.
She couldn’t resist. One hand went to her clit and she rubbed it, closing her eyes and thinking of the one thing she wanted above everything else - a cunt full of black cock. She heard a squirting noise and then soft, female hands began to rub oil onto her naked skin, teasing her nipples as she continued to masturbate, cameras still clicking and rolling. She didn’t open her eyes to see who was touching her, preferring the thrill of anonymity.
Corina knew it wouldn’t be long before she was due to be fucked on camera. She should have been scared - who might watch her being used like the slut she knew herself to be now? Could her husband, co-workers, friends see her? She realised she didn’t care - she wasn’t ashamed of her new outlook on life and love. She was in a place where nobody felt ashamed. Indeed, they were proud of their predilections, the sordid nature of what was happening here was actually natural. Sex was natural, this was just... an extension of that. Let anyone see, then, how amazing an experience it was - maybe some of the stuck-up prudes tutting at her video would be inspired in private to let their hair (and knickers) down for once if they saw her in action.
“Are you ready, MRS Burbank?” Tandino’s deep voice intoned, heavily stressing the word Mrs, making sure everybody present knew the voluptuous MILF in front of them was ‘happily’ married. She opened her eyes again, grinning at the cameras.
“You bet,” she said.
“Is there anything else you want to do before things get more... interesting?”
She thought for a second. What would be an amazing gesture to symbolise this moment? Her official ‘coming out’ as a black cock queen... what would sum up the break from her old life... aha, she had it!
“This ring...”
She held her hand up, wedding ring gleaming in the sunlight.
“... doesn’t mean shit to me now. The vows I made so many years ago, what good are they when they bring only misery and depression? I’m liberated now, free of the shackles of my past life, free to do what makes me happy. So yes, this ring means nothing to me.”
“And why is that?” Tandino asked the leading question.
“Because of black men. My body is for their pleasure and they are for mine. My pussy was made to take black cocks, not puny, pathetic white shrimps that barely make it inside. Cocks that fill my pussy up, real men’s cocks... BLACK cocks!”
“Do you think all white women should... go black?”
“Yes!” Corina said, nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Young, old, whatever - I’m telling any white women out there to start fucking black men today!”
“Mrs Burbank, you are the perfect spokesperson for our project. Sexy, smart, seductive and slutty!”
Corina grinned even wider than before. “I’m just happy to be doing my bit.”
“So you don’t mind being one of the cover girls for Project Blackout then?”
There was no turning back from this decision, Corina realised, but she was certain it was the right choice. “Do it. I want to be an example for all white girls. I want to be the poster girl for interracial sex.”
“Wonderful,” Mr Tandino smiled. Corina saw Vanessa and Emily nodding too, proud of their friend.The host of white women and black men all cheered. Then the moment arrived.
Mr Tandino nodded and Corina turned her head to see the four naked black studs join her on the stage. She felt her heart skip a beat in her excitement as she saw how enormous each cock was, how thick and long they were. This was it. Her first gang-bang. Ramon, the Brazilian man, took the initiative. As she locked lips with him, Daquan slipped behind her. She felt his bulbous cock head press against her and, seconds later, easily slip inside her eager pussy. It was so big, so thick, but she was used to this now. A low, lustful groan emanated from deep within her as Daquan’s cock filled her pussy up just how she liked it.
“Oh yes, that’s fucking amazing,” she grinned as Daquan took her pussy gently. There was plenty of time for hard fucking later, after all. After a few strokes he slipped out as easily as he had entered and was replaced by Khumalo, who stretched her even more. The head of his cock pushed firmly on her cervix, causing her to gasp.
“Holy shit, that’s fucking deep!” she whimpered with pleasure, knowing that Shola’s cock was two inches longer than this! Khumalo ground his groin against hers, making sure she took every tiny bit of his monstrous meat. He then removed himself, letting Ramon take his turn. How much things had changed over the past weeks, she mused, as a 12 inch cock, thick as a soda can, could cause her pussy so little trouble.
Then Shola took his turn. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she heard girls in the audience gasp as the unfathomably large phallus pushed into Corina’s body. The enormous head squished up against her cervix, but she knew there were at least two more inches to get into her. It felt like her insides were being rearranged as he pushed and pushed, Corina proud to realise she was involuntarily thrusting her own hips back to meet him, her body betraying itself by demanding the entire cock be inside it.
An awestruck crowd watching the last bit of Shola’s cock disappear, his coconut-sized balls now firmly pressing against her skin. She whimpered softly, knowing just how much dick there was inside her right then. As Shola pulled his length back out, she felt like he was pulling her insides out too, but it felt good, oh so good, when he thrust back in. Soon he was going harder and faster than the others, Corina feeling that familiar quivering in her loins as her first orgasm built inexorably.
“How does it feel, Corina?” Tandino said, holding the mic towards her.
“Unnngh.... Ohh FUCK!” was all she could manage.
“I’ll take that as a positive sign,” Tandino chuckled. “It must be good to have such a big cock inside you. Just like fucking your husband, right?”
“Oooooh... fuck, my husband.... Can’t compare... to... black men... shit, cum.... Gonna... fucking...cumm!!!”
Corina’s eyes rolled back in her head as Shola’s powerful thrusts drove her over the edge, her body spasming as her first orgasm tore through her.
“You mean your white husband can’t make you cum like this?”
“Nn.....never!” she blurted out between waves of ecstasy.
“Wow, he must be pathetic!”
“Yes!” she screamed, though whether this was in answer to Tandino’s statement or because she just had 15 inches of black cock slammed into her stretched vagina, nobody could quite tell. Perhaps both.
“Do you have anything to say to your husband right now?”
“Yes, I... fuck... do... Colin, if you... hnnngh... are wat... ahhh... watching this... I’m fucking real men.... Ooooooh... real men now. I’ll never touch you again... never go back... black cock... oh fuck... I’m gonna cum again!!!”
As she screamed through another orgasm, Shola pulled himself out quickly and spun the dazed woman around, her body still shuddering with pleasure. The crowd oohed and aahed as they saw her cunt gaping open, a pink, quivering abyss that, seconds later, was filled up again with Khumalo’s massive prick.
The four men took turns on her pussy, stretching it beyond recognition. She was ruined forever now for white men, only the biggest, blackest cocks capable to filling her pussy up properly. But they weren’t finished there. The crowd were on tenterhooks as she was pushed to her hands and knees, face just a few feet from her audience, her makeup smeared, her mascara running. Dashawn stood over her, his massive prick sticking straight up like a staff of oak. He squatted, his member slick with her vaginal juices, and pushed himself into her ass.
A long, low, guttural growl emanated from deep inside Corina as her second hole was opened up. They did the same thing as they had done for her pussy, each one dipping in up to his balls a few times before exiting, allowing the next cock in. The crowd again watched in awe as Shola’s 15-inch monster pressed up against her asshole, the bulbous head squeezing... squeezing in until, with a pop, it stretched her open and slid inside. Seconds later, every inch was buried in her rectum and the four men took turns power-fucking her ass. Corina came over and over, her exhausted body finding untapped reserves of energy time and again. Just when she thought that was it, she got another wind.
Dashawn and Ramon decided to empty their balls in her rectum, the feeling of the hot cum exploding out of their cocks into her bowels sending her over the edge once again. Shola and Khumalo stood over her, as if waiting for new instructions, her holes gaping wide still, wrecked by the men.
“Now for the finale!” Tandino said at last. Corina was aware of Shola lying on the platform next to her, his enormous rigid penis standing up like a flagpole. Khumalo helped her to squat over him, her stretched asshole taking the monstrous cock inside it easily now. Down she went until she had every inch inside her, Shola grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back onto him. She was facing up in the air, not quite sure what was going on... until Khumalo’s shadow came over her, his hands grabbing the underside of her knees, pushing her legs up into the air, ******** her empty cunt.
Then she knew.
The crowd knew too, a gasp of excitement rippling through the assembled throng as Khumalo’s monster cock pressed against Corina’s pussy. It was tight again, the presence of Shola’s meat in her rectum meaning space was at a premium in her body.
“You ready for this, Corina? You can back out at any time, remember.” Tandino said.
Corina looked down between her legs at the beautiful black man ready to enter her vagina. She tensed her ass around the cock inside her already and she knew what she wanted. It would be an utter betrayal of everything she now stood for to go back. It was onwards or nothing, she thought.
“Do it,” she growled, her face a lustful grimace. “Fucking destroy me!”
Khumalo grinned and pushed his cock into her cunt. She threw her head back as her body tried desperately to accommodate both cocks, but this time they weren’t gentle. Khumalo thrust as much as he could into her, pushing more in with each attempt. She wailed, involuntarily throwing her hands out to feebly push back against her rock hard abs, but to no avail. His cock was busting her pussy open whatever she did. She’d ordered him to do so, after all.
He roared as, with one final push, he buried himself in her cunt to the balls. Nearly 30 inches of black cock was now inside Corina’s body and she screamed louder than ever before as they started to pound her, both cocks pistoning in and out of her like they were attached to industrial machinery. Harder, faster, again and again, ramming their huge lengths into the screeching woman’s pale white body.
And there it was, the spike of pleasure that cast all fear or inhibitions aside. She felt it grow faster than ever, this oncoming orgasmic rush like an unstoppable torrent of ecstasy. Already she was feeling sensations that dwarfed her previous climaxes and she wasn’t even cumming yet. The men never let up for a second, sensing how close she was to the biggest orgasm of her life, even managing to increase the tempo of their thrusts somehow.
It finally hit her. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and she came perilously close to blacking out, so intense was the first wave of pleasure. Her vision was blurry, all she was aware of right then was the pistoning cocks still ploughing her obscenely stretched holes with wanton abandon and the constant surges of elation coursing through her body. To her delight, a second orgasm hit her just as the first was beginning to wane, then a third and a fourth, each as intense as the last.
Multiple orgasms, almost simultaneous, for the first time in her life. This was Heaven, she thought, and as the men finally roared through their own climaxes, like hoses letting loose incredible torrents of sperm into her body, she felt a final, earth-shattering orgasm send her, finally, into the grip of unconsciousness.
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Emily watched as her friend and lover passed out from the pleasure. She didn’t know what to say. There were no words. It was an incredible sight she and the crowd had just witnessed. She did know one thing... she wanted to be where Corina was. She wanted those massive cocks pounding her into ecstatic oblivion.
“Don’t worry,” Vanessa said, whispering in her ear. “We haven’t forgotten you, Emily, darling.”
Emily looked at her friend then back at Corina’s limp form on the stage. She grinned and nodded. She’d be there soon.
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“Corina... Corina.... Corina...”
She heard her name, but it was as if it was coming from light years away. Her eyes flickered open and all she could see was sky. Sky and a blob of something or other in the way. She reached out for it, but her arm was too weak. Her vision slowly cleared and she recognised Vanessa standing over her, a warm smile on her face.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Vanessa said, planting a soft, loving kiss on Corina’s lips. “Rise and shine.”
Corina could only moan, no energy left to do anything else. Her body felt... blissful, contented. She didn’t really want to move, but she felt hands under her armpits, helping her up to very unsteady feet.
“Jesus...” she said, finally. “I got FUCKED!”
“Oh yes, yes, you did!” Vanessa laughed. “It was glorious.”
“It was... indescribably good. Like... ah, I obviously can’t describe, but I know that one cock may not ever be enough for me again. Damn, I’m such a slut!”
“It’s great being a slut,” Vanessa grinned. “Now, speaking of sluts, you think you can muster up the energy to help Emily out? Our little friend is about to go up on stage...”
Corina turned her head and, indeed, she saw her friend appearing from the same tent she’d come out of... god knows how long ago. Unlike Corina, Emily hadn’t even bothered to put on any of the clothes she’d been given. Instead, she had put the large butt plug in her ass, the base of it jiggling about with each step she took.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Emily Gerrard! She’s just 18 years of age and already a confirmed black cock slut,” Tandino was saying as Emily bounced up onto the stage eagerly.
“Oh yes,” Emily said, full of confidence. “I’ve always loved black men and big black cocks, but I’ve only just recently started to fuck them, thanks to my friends Vanessa and Corina.”
“The white man’s loss is our gain,” Tandino said, admiring her naked body. “And what is it you are going today for us, young Emily?”
“Well, I’m going to let each and every black man here... fuck my asshole full of cum!”
“That’s a lot of men!” Tandino laughed.
“You too, Mr Tandino!” Emily giggled. “I want you to be the first guy to cum in my ass... ever!”
“You mean... you’re an anal virgin?”
“Well, I’ve got this big butt plug in it, but yeah, essentially,” Emily said.
“Damn... then let’s not waste any more time!” Tandino said. Emily grinned and got onto her hands and knees, slipping the butt plug out and tossing it aside. Tandino had already removed his trousers and was lubing himself up from a tub Corina hadn’t noticed Emily bring out. Convenient, she thought.
“Oooooh yes!” Emily said as Tandino’s big black cock pushed into her ass. “Wow, it feels so... different. I love it! Oh yeah, fuck my white ass, come on, fill me with cum!”
Corina looked to each side of her and saw lots of the black men beginning to remove or merely unzip their trousers. She watched with hunger as a line of men began to form behind Tandino, stretching off the stage and into the crowd of white women. None of the women had a problem, it seemed, with their chosen lovers filling Emily’s ass up with their sperm. Corina had to admit she wouldn’t have done either. It was only natural they’d want to.
There must have been at least 30 men in line to follow Tandino, each stroking themselves vigorously to make sure they were primed and ready to deliver their seed as soon as possible. It was filthy and both Vanessa and Corina loved it.
“Ready?” Vanessa said, taking Corina’s hand.
“For what? I’m too tired for more sex!” Corina laughed.
“No, I want you to... ah, screw it, you’re right. I’ll do it!” Vanessa winked, letting go. With that, she got onto the stage and lay down underneath Emily, looking directly up at the union of Tandino’s cock and the young girl’s previously tight ass. She licked her own fingers and thrust them into Emily’s pussy, causing her to squeal with surprise.
“Ooooh, what the... oh, Vanessa! Mmmm, feels good... unnnngh... but... not... ahhh... as good as this big cock in my ass!”
“Ha! Of course it doesn’t!” Vanessa laughed before removing her fingers, sucking the delicious cunt juice off them one by one. “God, your little twat tastes great. I want more of that nectar.”
Vanessa pulled Emily down slightly, spreading the girl’s legs to lower her pussy down onto Vanessa’s eager, waiting mouth. She clamped it down on the girl’s steamy cunt and began to feast like a woman possessed, all while Tandino was still powering into Emily’s rectum.
The combination of the tonguing and the fucking made Emily cum almost instantly, the pent-up frustration of watching Corina do such slutty things earlier released in an eye-watering climax of her own. She beat the stage floor with her small fist, fingernails digging into her palms as the pleasure flooded through her lithe body. Tandino didn’t hold back, letting go and pumping her guts full of hot, sticky seed.
“Next!” he said, pulling himself free. An even bigger cock slammed itself home to the root, not leaving Emily any chance to recover. Corina watched with the rest of the women and even after all she’d been through, watching her friend get chain-fucked like this was turning her on again.
Cock after cock disappeared into Emily’s butt, cum squirting into her bowels and then, to Vanessa’s delight, dribbling out all over her face. She was quick it lap it up before continuing to lick and kiss Emily’s pink pussy. On and on it went, man after man using her guts as a cum dump. Her hole was stretched grotesquely, but she cared not, only wanting more and more cum to be fucked into her.
Eventually, it was over, Emily crowning the whole event by squatting over Vanessa’s mouth and letting all the cum pour out into it. Vanessa got up, not having swallowed, and hooked a finger at Corina in the crowd. The latter grinned and moved back up onto the stage, closing her eyes and sharing a cum-filled French kiss with her old friend.
“Ahem!” Emily coughed, pressing herself against the other two women. They laughed and the two-way kiss became a threesome, lips and mouths drooling sperm from one to the other.
The rest of the women in the audience couldn’t contain themselves any longer. The three girls on the stage watched as the ‘party’ descended into a huge interracial orgy, cocks and breasts and legs and pussies and... everything everywhere, screams and moans and growls and yells reverberating into the evening air.
“I think we’d better be going,” Corina said to Emily. “I think we both need our rest after all that.”
“Yeah, you two go on,” Vanessa said. “I’ve still got to get fucked today, so I’m staying. Michael.. Mr Tandino said he was saving Shola and Khumalo for me. I can’t let you be the only one to get double penetrated today, Corina.”
Corina and Emily left, reclaiming their clothes from the tent before they did so. Just as they were entering the house, Corina saw Vanessa disappear into another tent with the two giant men... and a girl that she recognised.
“Holy shit... it’s... it’s the girl from my holiday!” Corina said, stopping suddenly. “She’s... here. I... damn, I’d have liked to have spoken to her.”
“I’ve got the feeling you’ll see her soon,” Emily smiled. “I’d like to meet her too. Come on, let’s get going.”
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Orla Smith née Burbank sat in the toilet, looking at the stick in her hand.
“Come on, come on...” she grimaced, but to her dismay, the pregnancy test signaled negative. Again. For month after month, she’d been trying to have a baby with her husband, Steve. For her, it was an almost joyless task, his withered white cock just about staying hard enough to inseminate her, but never seeming to actually knock her up. It was getting to the point where she was going to give up.
“You fucking loser,” Orla snarled, throwing the stick at the wall. “You impotent fucking... oh God...”
She wept into her hands. She so badly wanted a child, a little one to call her own, but she now feared the worst. Her husband was unable to seed her, not packing enough downstairs to deliver the goods. Like her sister, though she was ******* of this, she had a desperately unhappy sex life, flaccid lovemaking with her lying prone on the bed, any movement seemingly sending her ‘lover’ into paroxysms of pleasure while all she got was thin, worthless spunk messing up her panties for the rest of the day.
“Wht the fuck am I supposed to do?” she groaned. At this point, she was wondering if she’d ever have a child. How else could she have one if not with her husband? Remarry if he died? She’d been wild in her younger days, but that was a long time ago. She’d found religion, married one of her fellow parishioners and settled down. Sex became something other people did, she’d forgotten it could even be done for pleasure. Now it was a hideous ritual that ended up getting her nowhere.
After waiting for children, she now realised she might have waited too long. She just couldn’t see a way out of her situation. It didn’t even occur to her to seek the answers outside of wedlock... at least, not at that point.
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Emily sat in her apartment that night. Her ass felt... different. Like it was... bigger somehow. No damage had been done, but when she touched it, she felt ... looser. Not badly, like she’d needed to wear diapers or anything. Just... it was easier to slip fingers in. That pleased her, as she definitely intended anal sex to be just as much a part of her love life from then on as vaginal sex. That wasn’t the prime focus of her attention, though. In fact, she was on her laptop, deciding whether or not to start a video call with her mother, Margaret.
She’d had a lot of big decisions to make recently, but this could well have been the biggest. This was huge. First, she had to tell her mother she was sexually active with multiple men (she didn’t need to know quite how many). Then, she needed to somehow steer the conversation towards getting her mother to start doing the same thing... and then to convince her other ********* to go black as well...
Oh fuck, how the hell was she going to do this?
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Margaret Gerrard hadn’t had sex for ten years. It was a lifetime ago that she’d even let a man touch her. She’d contented herself with raising her teenage *********, who’d all grown into fine young women. Recently, however, she’d been getting.. urges once more. She’d started to masturbate again in the past month and her newly discovered interest in the Internet had opened up a world of fantasy fodder on porn sites. It seemed like every time she thought of something, she could find a video of it online. An amazing time to be alive, she thought, but something was missing. Just the day before, she’d realised it was a man’s touch she was missing. She looked at the young girls having their fun with the hardbodied studs in the videos, their white cocks seeming so massive to her. One that caught her eye made her husband’s look tiny, large and proud at a massive 7 inches. She’d never thought penises could get that large.
Sometimes she’d chastise herself for thinking these things, but then she also wondered who it was harming to have fantasies. So she put aside her guilt and looked at the handsome white men with their apparently massive pricks, the girls obviously feigning their enjoyment but the fantasy was nice. Maybe she could enjoy sex again... if she could ever find the right man.
Bleep! Bleep! Margaret saw the conversation window open with her youngest ********, Emily. A video call? She’d not done one of those with Em since she’d gone to work at that outreach thingy. Be nice to catch up.
“Hi Emmy,” Margaret said as the call started. “I... wait, are you naked?”
“Hi Mum,” Emily said. She was indeed naked. “Oh, I ... sorry, I was just about to go into the shower, you know. I... can put a towel on, if you like?”
“Well, it’s a bit weird, but no, I’ve seen it all before, you know!”
“That’s true... er... Mum? Can I... tell you something?”
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“Mummy’s just tired,” Corina said, nursing her whiskey at home in her kitchen. “Get your *** to help you.”
“But...oh, okay...” Cassie, her ********, grumbled. Corina watched her slink away and sighed. She needed to spend more time with the girls, but that also meant spending more time near Colin, something she really didn’t want to do right now. He wasn’t a bad man, of course. He cared for Corina, he loved his *********, he worked hard and tried his best at the things he did. He just wasn’t... man enough for Corina now. She wondered if she was being too hard on him, then remembered how extraordinary the orgasms she had had today had been. No, she wasn’t being hard. It was natural to seek the best and, in sex, the best men were black.
She’d have to tell him about her sexual escapades at some point, of course. It would probably mean divorce. He might even get custody, no doubt aided by prudish lawyers, judges and a legal system that, in its antiquated fashion, discriminated against sexually liberated women. She’d have to deal with that. Perhaps he was too much of a coward to do anything, though. It made sense - he barely had a backbone when it came to defying Corina. Whatever she wanted, she usually got. So if she just said to him, “I’m fucking black men”, would he have the balls to leave?
She wondered...
“Darling!” her husband called, shutting the front door. “I’ve got the takeaway. Fish and chips for us and a big thick sausage for you.”
She chuckled to herself. She didn’t usually eat rubbish food like this, but she also couldn’t resist the double meaning of her chowing down on a big tube of meat.
“Coming,” she said, finishing off her whiskey. She’d eat dinner then think about what she was going to say to Orla, her sister. How could she convince her to return to her wild days of youth? How could she get her into bed with her... and then to get her stuffed full of black cock? She was religious now, so it wouldn’t be easy.
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Emily didn’t really know how to say it, but she had to. How do you say to your mother that you fuck black men?
“Mum, I... I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said, unable to think of any other way to broach the topic.
“That’s wonderful!” her mother said, clapping her hands together in delight. “What’s his name? Can I meet him? Is he rich? Is he...?”
“Mum!” Emily laughed, waving her hand at the camera. “Hold on! I... it’s... look, promise not to get mad, okay?”
“Of course... though now I’m a little worried,” Margaret said, raising one eyebrow.
“His name is...” Emily said, pausing. Fuck, who shall I say? Er... come on, Emily, think, think. “... er, Michael. Yes, his name is Michael. He runs a ... business here, very well off.”
“That’s amazing, I’m so happy. Is it serious?” Margaret said.
“Well, kind of...” Emily said, chewing her lip slightly. Serious enough to let him fuck my ass full of cum today, she mused.
“Have you had sex with him yet?”
“Mum!” Emily said, shocked... then wondered why she was acting like that. She was trying to get her mother to go black and SHE was acting prudish? Snap out of it, girl!
“Yes... yes, we’ve had sex,” Emily said, trying to be serious.
“Ah, remember to use precautions,” Margaret said, sternly. “You don’t want to make the same mistake your sister Chloe did.”
“It’s okay, mother, we do use precautions,” Emily lied.
“Good... but honey, I’m struggling to see why you thought I’d be upset about this. It all sounds wonderful. I just don’t...”
“He’s black,” Emily blurted out.
“Oh...” Margaret said. “I... well, I don’t think your father would have been too happy, but... sorry, I’ve got no problem with it, I promise. I just didn’t expect it.”
“I know,” Emily said. Her father had been a terrible racist, one of the reasons Emily had become attracted to black men was the rebellious nature of defying him. He’d never known, but it had been her way of rejecting his stupidity. She knew her mother always felt guilty about his views and how she’d never stood up to him. Emily didn’t blame her, he’d been a brute and had often threatened her and the girls. No tears were shed in the Gerrard household when he’d had a heart attack down the pub one night. They’d even rejected his surname of Richardson and taken their mother’s maiden name just a few weeks later.
“That’s not all, mother,” Emily said. “I... this is difficult for me to say. I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time, but... I... oh dear...”
“Darling, whatever it is, I won’t be angry,” Margaret said, soothingly.
“Okay, well... I’ve... kind of got a... girlfriend too,” Emily blushed, genuinely.
“I... er... okay, it’s... okay, the modern world and that,” Margaret said, trying to hide her confusion. “But I thought you said you had a boyfriend?”
“I do... just that I like... girls too.”
“I see,” her mother said. “I... um... guess that if Michael is okay with this, then... I’m not ... er... “
Emily chuckled. “It’s fine, mother, it’s the modern way. Lots of people are bisexual now,” she said, watching her mother flinch slightly at the word, “so, you know, I’m just doing what others do. It’s nothing unusual. Boys are my favourite, so don’t worry.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” Margaret said.
“It just got me thinking, you know, about you and... why don’t you have a boyfriend, mum? It’s been awhile since *** passed on...”
Margaret hadn’t expected one of her own ********* to ask this question. It was usual for her circle of friends to nag or tease her about her spinster-like existence, but she had no real answer. Had she just not met the right man yet? Did she want to? The way her pussy responded when she watched the naughty videos online indicated she did want to meet a man and... have sex again.
“I don’t know, dear, it’s not something I think about,” she lied.
“Come on, now,” Emily said, tutting at her. “You’re a woman and you have needs, we all do. The thing is, I was talking to Michael and he said he knew the perfect guy for you...”
“Emily!” Margaret exclaimed. “I really don’t think it’s appropriate to...”
“Hush now, mother,” Emily said. “I’m only suggesting you go on one date with a guy, what’s the harm in that?”
“I don’t...” Margaret started to say, but then realised she had no actual legitimate reason why it was a bad idea. “I... well, okay, I guess. If you really want me to.”
“Fantastic!” Emily squealed, clapping her hands with joy. “I’m tell Michael straight away. You can come down here, stay with me and then I want to know everything that happens. This is so exciting, I think you’ll really hit it off with him.”
They moved onto other matters before ending the call. Emily was grinning like the cat that got the cream. She’d initiated what she hoped was but the first step to her mother becoming a slut. It was all she could have hoped for at this stage, she thought. Now to get Michael to pick a suitable stud...
Margaret didn’t know how to react really. A date after so long... with a stranger... fixed up by her ********, no less! It was a strange turn of events. She moved to turn off her computer, but her finger paused over the shutdown button... before opening up a new tab in her browser and loading up a porn tube site. Her eyes were drawn to the ‘Interracial’ category. She felt slightly sick inside when she started to watch various clips, imagining her own ******** pinned beneath these hulking studs... their cocks so, so big... balls so heavy... the girls having such obvious and powerful orgasms... were they faking it like the ones with the white porn males? It didn’t look like it. Margaret found herself masturbating without thinking about it... and as she herself came, watching a girl no older than Emily kneeling in the middle of a bunch of black men, jerking their cocks off and covering her face with sperm, she pictured herself next to that girl, licking the spunk off her own ********’s pale, white skin.
“Holy fuck...” she whimpered.
And it would be in front of strangers, a crowd of people watching getting the fucking of a lifetime. White women admiring her glistening flesh as cock after cock was forced inside her, her climaxes viewed by the crowd. She shuddered with anticipation.
She knew also that it would be filmed, put on the internet for anyone to see. Her friends, her ******, her colleagues - who knows who might see her in the throes of ecstasy, her wedding vows obscenely ignored as she rutted with a gang of black studs.
“Do you think you can handle a group of men all at once, Corina?” Vanessa said, knowing the answer already.
“I... I don’t know,” Corina said, chest heaving. “There’s only one way to find out, though!”
“I’ve got the feeling,” Vanessa said, sitting back in her chair, “that this’ll just be the start for you, Corina. I think we’re going to be seeing you with many, many groups of men in the future. Corina Burbank, Gang-Bang Slut. I like it.”
“So do I!” Corina thought.
“Excellent, shall we head back out then?” Tandino said, rising from behind his desk. The girls all nodded. “I’ll get someone to clean up your seat, Corina...”
She looked down and noticed the veritable puddle of fluid she’d left there, blushing in embarrassment while the others chuckled at her.
The sun was bright as the foursome emerged from the house, the party still going strong. Corina now noticed there was a small pavilion behind the stage she’d soon be gracing with her presence. She realised that that was where they were headed.
“You’ve still got the bag we asked you pick up,” Tandino said and Corina realised that yes, she was still clutching it.
“Oh, yes, I’d forgotten about that,” she mumbled.
“That’s the changing tent for... performers, so go in there, pick an outfit from the bag and... well, come out when I introduce you. Still want to do this?”
She was scared stiff, but she couldn’t back down now, not when her first gang-bang was so tantalisingly close.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Great, off you go and I’ll start the introductions in about 10 minutes,” Tandino said.
The tent was surprisingly quiet with the flap down. Outside she could still hear the buzz of conversation, but things felt... calm inside. She took a deep breath and began to strip, folding her clothes away neatly and placing them in the bag. She resisted the urge to touch herself and started to scan through the other things in it. First she removed all the dildos and sex toys, placing on a makeup table. There was a mirror on it and she took various garments and put them up against herself, seeing how they looked.
She decided eventually on a black lace top that went down to her midriff, her flat belly uncovered, and frilly knickers that barely concealed her essentials. After that came stockings that covered her legs up to just above the knee, plus on her feet were stiletto heels, adding considerably to her height. As a final touch, she slipped on some long black gloves that went up to her elbows. Red lipstick and dark mascara completed her ‘look’. She nodded approvingly at herself in the mirror.
“You look... amazing,” Emily said. Corina turned, pleased to see her young friend.
“Thanks, I’m pretty nervous right now... I mean... fucking in front of a crowd is just... but to be g... gang-banged as well? I’m struggling to take it all in.”
“You’ll be fine,” Emily smiled. “I can’t wait to see you taking on all those studs.”
“I don’t think I could do this without you here to support me,” Corina said. Emily smiled and went to her friend, taking her in her arms and hugging her tight. “It means a lot to me.”
“I know,” Emily said, patting the back of Corina’s head. The two girls pulled away slightly before kissing each other passionately.
“Oh fuck,” Corina gasped, lipstick smeared. “I fucking love you, Emily. So much, so fucking much...”
They kissed again, hands exploring her each feverishly.
“I love you too,” Emily said, tears in her eyes. “I wish... I wish.... Oh, it doesn’t matter.”
Emily pulled away gently, a sad smile on her lips. “I wish we could be together forever, like lovers, but... I understand how it can’t happen. Your ******, kids... I suspect they wouldn’t take kindly to a girl like me moving in with their mother.”
Corina also had tears in her eyes, her mascara running too. “I... wish you could. Maybe in the future we could work something out... I don’t know... just... we can make the best of what we have, huh? We’re sharing these moments and the black guys and... everything.”
“I know,” Emily said. “Don’t put your makeup back on, leaving it all smeared. It looks even sluttier.”
Corina smiled and gave her a farewell kiss, watching as her friend left the tent. Almost immediately afterwards, Tandino began to speak.
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“Ladies and gentlemen!” Tando said into the microphone. “Thanks for coming today, we hope you’re having a good time. We’ll get straight to it, we know you girls and guys out there want to... get better acquainted. Remember that whatever you need today, we can provide it for you. Anyway, first we have a special treat, a woman who, after many years of marriage, has found her true calling in life... interracial sex!”
An appreciative murmur rippled across the crowd.
“Yes, she’s really grown fond of black men and we’d like to give her just what she wants today. So, on stage, for all of you to enjoy, Mrs Corina Burbank will take part in her very first gang-bang with four of the best studs in the world. Ramon from Brazil, a cock 12 inches long and thick as a coke can. Daquan, flown in from the projects of New York, 11 inches and fat as a forearm. Khumalo from South Africa, 13inches of solid black cock and, finally, Shola, a massive 15 inches of purest Congolese penis. All stuffed up in our lovely volunteer’s pretty pink pussy... and her ass too.”
“So what are we waiting for? Give her a big round of applause, come on! Corina, come on out!”
The tent flap opened and Corina stepped out to a rapturous reception, women and men clapping and hollering as she timidly moved up onto the stage next to Mr Tandino. She saw Emily and Vanessa in the front, both of them nodding at her, giving her the encouragement she needed.
“Didn’t I say she was gorgeous?” Tandino said. “She looks even better naked!”
“I bet she does!” a random woman shouted out, eliciting laughs from the crowd. “Come on, take them off!”
“I think you’re already popular with the guests,” Tandino said to Corina. “Want to give them what they want?”
Corina looked at the woman who had shouted. She was in her mid-40s, average build, slightly greying hair but still very beautiful. Around her neck was a chain with a Queen of Spades symbol dangling from it, nestled on an ample bosom.
“Sure, why not?” she said.
Taking a deep breath, Corina put her thumbs against her hips, sliding them between the waistband of her knickers and her skin. Slowly she eased the garment down, leaving it suspended mid-thigh, her hairless pussy ******* to the clicking cameras and those filming every second of the performance. Her nipples rubbed against the thin fabric of her top and she wanted to free them, ****** them to the crowd just like her pussy was. So over her head went the top, discarded casually as she put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest out. So many eyes were on her, male and female, she felt so turned on.
It was inevitable that her knickers were allowed to drop to her ankles, her body nude now apart from the stockings and stilettos. She raised her hands behind her head, her chest rising too, striking pose after pose as the cameras clicked incessantly.
She couldn’t resist. One hand went to her clit and she rubbed it, closing her eyes and thinking of the one thing she wanted above everything else - a cunt full of black cock. She heard a squirting noise and then soft, female hands began to rub oil onto her naked skin, teasing her nipples as she continued to masturbate, cameras still clicking and rolling. She didn’t open her eyes to see who was touching her, preferring the thrill of anonymity.
Corina knew it wouldn’t be long before she was due to be fucked on camera. She should have been scared - who might watch her being used like the slut she knew herself to be now? Could her husband, co-workers, friends see her? She realised she didn’t care - she wasn’t ashamed of her new outlook on life and love. She was in a place where nobody felt ashamed. Indeed, they were proud of their predilections, the sordid nature of what was happening here was actually natural. Sex was natural, this was just... an extension of that. Let anyone see, then, how amazing an experience it was - maybe some of the stuck-up prudes tutting at her video would be inspired in private to let their hair (and knickers) down for once if they saw her in action.
“Are you ready, MRS Burbank?” Tandino’s deep voice intoned, heavily stressing the word Mrs, making sure everybody present knew the voluptuous MILF in front of them was ‘happily’ married. She opened her eyes again, grinning at the cameras.
“You bet,” she said.
“Is there anything else you want to do before things get more... interesting?”
She thought for a second. What would be an amazing gesture to symbolise this moment? Her official ‘coming out’ as a black cock queen... what would sum up the break from her old life... aha, she had it!
“This ring...”
She held her hand up, wedding ring gleaming in the sunlight.
“... doesn’t mean shit to me now. The vows I made so many years ago, what good are they when they bring only misery and depression? I’m liberated now, free of the shackles of my past life, free to do what makes me happy. So yes, this ring means nothing to me.”
“And why is that?” Tandino asked the leading question.
“Because of black men. My body is for their pleasure and they are for mine. My pussy was made to take black cocks, not puny, pathetic white shrimps that barely make it inside. Cocks that fill my pussy up, real men’s cocks... BLACK cocks!”
“Do you think all white women should... go black?”
“Yes!” Corina said, nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Young, old, whatever - I’m telling any white women out there to start fucking black men today!”
“Mrs Burbank, you are the perfect spokesperson for our project. Sexy, smart, seductive and slutty!”
Corina grinned even wider than before. “I’m just happy to be doing my bit.”
“So you don’t mind being one of the cover girls for Project Blackout then?”
There was no turning back from this decision, Corina realised, but she was certain it was the right choice. “Do it. I want to be an example for all white girls. I want to be the poster girl for interracial sex.”
“Wonderful,” Mr Tandino smiled. Corina saw Vanessa and Emily nodding too, proud of their friend.The host of white women and black men all cheered. Then the moment arrived.
Mr Tandino nodded and Corina turned her head to see the four naked black studs join her on the stage. She felt her heart skip a beat in her excitement as she saw how enormous each cock was, how thick and long they were. This was it. Her first gang-bang. Ramon, the Brazilian man, took the initiative. As she locked lips with him, Daquan slipped behind her. She felt his bulbous cock head press against her and, seconds later, easily slip inside her eager pussy. It was so big, so thick, but she was used to this now. A low, lustful groan emanated from deep within her as Daquan’s cock filled her pussy up just how she liked it.
“Oh yes, that’s fucking amazing,” she grinned as Daquan took her pussy gently. There was plenty of time for hard fucking later, after all. After a few strokes he slipped out as easily as he had entered and was replaced by Khumalo, who stretched her even more. The head of his cock pushed firmly on her cervix, causing her to gasp.
“Holy shit, that’s fucking deep!” she whimpered with pleasure, knowing that Shola’s cock was two inches longer than this! Khumalo ground his groin against hers, making sure she took every tiny bit of his monstrous meat. He then removed himself, letting Ramon take his turn. How much things had changed over the past weeks, she mused, as a 12 inch cock, thick as a soda can, could cause her pussy so little trouble.
Then Shola took his turn. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she heard girls in the audience gasp as the unfathomably large phallus pushed into Corina’s body. The enormous head squished up against her cervix, but she knew there were at least two more inches to get into her. It felt like her insides were being rearranged as he pushed and pushed, Corina proud to realise she was involuntarily thrusting her own hips back to meet him, her body betraying itself by demanding the entire cock be inside it.
An awestruck crowd watching the last bit of Shola’s cock disappear, his coconut-sized balls now firmly pressing against her skin. She whimpered softly, knowing just how much dick there was inside her right then. As Shola pulled his length back out, she felt like he was pulling her insides out too, but it felt good, oh so good, when he thrust back in. Soon he was going harder and faster than the others, Corina feeling that familiar quivering in her loins as her first orgasm built inexorably.
“How does it feel, Corina?” Tandino said, holding the mic towards her.
“Unnngh.... Ohh FUCK!” was all she could manage.
“I’ll take that as a positive sign,” Tandino chuckled. “It must be good to have such a big cock inside you. Just like fucking your husband, right?”
“Oooooh... fuck, my husband.... Can’t compare... to... black men... shit, cum.... Gonna... fucking...cumm!!!”
Corina’s eyes rolled back in her head as Shola’s powerful thrusts drove her over the edge, her body spasming as her first orgasm tore through her.
“You mean your white husband can’t make you cum like this?”
“Nn.....never!” she blurted out between waves of ecstasy.
“Wow, he must be pathetic!”
“Yes!” she screamed, though whether this was in answer to Tandino’s statement or because she just had 15 inches of black cock slammed into her stretched vagina, nobody could quite tell. Perhaps both.
“Do you have anything to say to your husband right now?”
“Yes, I... fuck... do... Colin, if you... hnnngh... are wat... ahhh... watching this... I’m fucking real men.... Ooooooh... real men now. I’ll never touch you again... never go back... black cock... oh fuck... I’m gonna cum again!!!”
As she screamed through another orgasm, Shola pulled himself out quickly and spun the dazed woman around, her body still shuddering with pleasure. The crowd oohed and aahed as they saw her cunt gaping open, a pink, quivering abyss that, seconds later, was filled up again with Khumalo’s massive prick.
The four men took turns on her pussy, stretching it beyond recognition. She was ruined forever now for white men, only the biggest, blackest cocks capable to filling her pussy up properly. But they weren’t finished there. The crowd were on tenterhooks as she was pushed to her hands and knees, face just a few feet from her audience, her makeup smeared, her mascara running. Dashawn stood over her, his massive prick sticking straight up like a staff of oak. He squatted, his member slick with her vaginal juices, and pushed himself into her ass.
A long, low, guttural growl emanated from deep inside Corina as her second hole was opened up. They did the same thing as they had done for her pussy, each one dipping in up to his balls a few times before exiting, allowing the next cock in. The crowd again watched in awe as Shola’s 15-inch monster pressed up against her asshole, the bulbous head squeezing... squeezing in until, with a pop, it stretched her open and slid inside. Seconds later, every inch was buried in her rectum and the four men took turns power-fucking her ass. Corina came over and over, her exhausted body finding untapped reserves of energy time and again. Just when she thought that was it, she got another wind.
Dashawn and Ramon decided to empty their balls in her rectum, the feeling of the hot cum exploding out of their cocks into her bowels sending her over the edge once again. Shola and Khumalo stood over her, as if waiting for new instructions, her holes gaping wide still, wrecked by the men.
“Now for the finale!” Tandino said at last. Corina was aware of Shola lying on the platform next to her, his enormous rigid penis standing up like a flagpole. Khumalo helped her to squat over him, her stretched asshole taking the monstrous cock inside it easily now. Down she went until she had every inch inside her, Shola grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back onto him. She was facing up in the air, not quite sure what was going on... until Khumalo’s shadow came over her, his hands grabbing the underside of her knees, pushing her legs up into the air, ******** her empty cunt.
Then she knew.
The crowd knew too, a gasp of excitement rippling through the assembled throng as Khumalo’s monster cock pressed against Corina’s pussy. It was tight again, the presence of Shola’s meat in her rectum meaning space was at a premium in her body.
“You ready for this, Corina? You can back out at any time, remember.” Tandino said.
Corina looked down between her legs at the beautiful black man ready to enter her vagina. She tensed her ass around the cock inside her already and she knew what she wanted. It would be an utter betrayal of everything she now stood for to go back. It was onwards or nothing, she thought.
“Do it,” she growled, her face a lustful grimace. “Fucking destroy me!”
Khumalo grinned and pushed his cock into her cunt. She threw her head back as her body tried desperately to accommodate both cocks, but this time they weren’t gentle. Khumalo thrust as much as he could into her, pushing more in with each attempt. She wailed, involuntarily throwing her hands out to feebly push back against her rock hard abs, but to no avail. His cock was busting her pussy open whatever she did. She’d ordered him to do so, after all.
He roared as, with one final push, he buried himself in her cunt to the balls. Nearly 30 inches of black cock was now inside Corina’s body and she screamed louder than ever before as they started to pound her, both cocks pistoning in and out of her like they were attached to industrial machinery. Harder, faster, again and again, ramming their huge lengths into the screeching woman’s pale white body.
And there it was, the spike of pleasure that cast all fear or inhibitions aside. She felt it grow faster than ever, this oncoming orgasmic rush like an unstoppable torrent of ecstasy. Already she was feeling sensations that dwarfed her previous climaxes and she wasn’t even cumming yet. The men never let up for a second, sensing how close she was to the biggest orgasm of her life, even managing to increase the tempo of their thrusts somehow.
It finally hit her. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and she came perilously close to blacking out, so intense was the first wave of pleasure. Her vision was blurry, all she was aware of right then was the pistoning cocks still ploughing her obscenely stretched holes with wanton abandon and the constant surges of elation coursing through her body. To her delight, a second orgasm hit her just as the first was beginning to wane, then a third and a fourth, each as intense as the last.
Multiple orgasms, almost simultaneous, for the first time in her life. This was Heaven, she thought, and as the men finally roared through their own climaxes, like hoses letting loose incredible torrents of sperm into her body, she felt a final, earth-shattering orgasm send her, finally, into the grip of unconsciousness.
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Emily watched as her friend and lover passed out from the pleasure. She didn’t know what to say. There were no words. It was an incredible sight she and the crowd had just witnessed. She did know one thing... she wanted to be where Corina was. She wanted those massive cocks pounding her into ecstatic oblivion.
“Don’t worry,” Vanessa said, whispering in her ear. “We haven’t forgotten you, Emily, darling.”
Emily looked at her friend then back at Corina’s limp form on the stage. She grinned and nodded. She’d be there soon.
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“Corina... Corina.... Corina...”
She heard her name, but it was as if it was coming from light years away. Her eyes flickered open and all she could see was sky. Sky and a blob of something or other in the way. She reached out for it, but her arm was too weak. Her vision slowly cleared and she recognised Vanessa standing over her, a warm smile on her face.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Vanessa said, planting a soft, loving kiss on Corina’s lips. “Rise and shine.”
Corina could only moan, no energy left to do anything else. Her body felt... blissful, contented. She didn’t really want to move, but she felt hands under her armpits, helping her up to very unsteady feet.
“Jesus...” she said, finally. “I got FUCKED!”
“Oh yes, yes, you did!” Vanessa laughed. “It was glorious.”
“It was... indescribably good. Like... ah, I obviously can’t describe, but I know that one cock may not ever be enough for me again. Damn, I’m such a slut!”
“It’s great being a slut,” Vanessa grinned. “Now, speaking of sluts, you think you can muster up the energy to help Emily out? Our little friend is about to go up on stage...”
Corina turned her head and, indeed, she saw her friend appearing from the same tent she’d come out of... god knows how long ago. Unlike Corina, Emily hadn’t even bothered to put on any of the clothes she’d been given. Instead, she had put the large butt plug in her ass, the base of it jiggling about with each step she took.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Emily Gerrard! She’s just 18 years of age and already a confirmed black cock slut,” Tandino was saying as Emily bounced up onto the stage eagerly.
“Oh yes,” Emily said, full of confidence. “I’ve always loved black men and big black cocks, but I’ve only just recently started to fuck them, thanks to my friends Vanessa and Corina.”
“The white man’s loss is our gain,” Tandino said, admiring her naked body. “And what is it you are going today for us, young Emily?”
“Well, I’m going to let each and every black man here... fuck my asshole full of cum!”
“That’s a lot of men!” Tandino laughed.
“You too, Mr Tandino!” Emily giggled. “I want you to be the first guy to cum in my ass... ever!”
“You mean... you’re an anal virgin?”
“Well, I’ve got this big butt plug in it, but yeah, essentially,” Emily said.
“Damn... then let’s not waste any more time!” Tandino said. Emily grinned and got onto her hands and knees, slipping the butt plug out and tossing it aside. Tandino had already removed his trousers and was lubing himself up from a tub Corina hadn’t noticed Emily bring out. Convenient, she thought.
“Oooooh yes!” Emily said as Tandino’s big black cock pushed into her ass. “Wow, it feels so... different. I love it! Oh yeah, fuck my white ass, come on, fill me with cum!”
Corina looked to each side of her and saw lots of the black men beginning to remove or merely unzip their trousers. She watched with hunger as a line of men began to form behind Tandino, stretching off the stage and into the crowd of white women. None of the women had a problem, it seemed, with their chosen lovers filling Emily’s ass up with their sperm. Corina had to admit she wouldn’t have done either. It was only natural they’d want to.
There must have been at least 30 men in line to follow Tandino, each stroking themselves vigorously to make sure they were primed and ready to deliver their seed as soon as possible. It was filthy and both Vanessa and Corina loved it.
“Ready?” Vanessa said, taking Corina’s hand.
“For what? I’m too tired for more sex!” Corina laughed.
“No, I want you to... ah, screw it, you’re right. I’ll do it!” Vanessa winked, letting go. With that, she got onto the stage and lay down underneath Emily, looking directly up at the union of Tandino’s cock and the young girl’s previously tight ass. She licked her own fingers and thrust them into Emily’s pussy, causing her to squeal with surprise.
“Ooooh, what the... oh, Vanessa! Mmmm, feels good... unnnngh... but... not... ahhh... as good as this big cock in my ass!”
“Ha! Of course it doesn’t!” Vanessa laughed before removing her fingers, sucking the delicious cunt juice off them one by one. “God, your little twat tastes great. I want more of that nectar.”
Vanessa pulled Emily down slightly, spreading the girl’s legs to lower her pussy down onto Vanessa’s eager, waiting mouth. She clamped it down on the girl’s steamy cunt and began to feast like a woman possessed, all while Tandino was still powering into Emily’s rectum.
The combination of the tonguing and the fucking made Emily cum almost instantly, the pent-up frustration of watching Corina do such slutty things earlier released in an eye-watering climax of her own. She beat the stage floor with her small fist, fingernails digging into her palms as the pleasure flooded through her lithe body. Tandino didn’t hold back, letting go and pumping her guts full of hot, sticky seed.
“Next!” he said, pulling himself free. An even bigger cock slammed itself home to the root, not leaving Emily any chance to recover. Corina watched with the rest of the women and even after all she’d been through, watching her friend get chain-fucked like this was turning her on again.
Cock after cock disappeared into Emily’s butt, cum squirting into her bowels and then, to Vanessa’s delight, dribbling out all over her face. She was quick it lap it up before continuing to lick and kiss Emily’s pink pussy. On and on it went, man after man using her guts as a cum dump. Her hole was stretched grotesquely, but she cared not, only wanting more and more cum to be fucked into her.
Eventually, it was over, Emily crowning the whole event by squatting over Vanessa’s mouth and letting all the cum pour out into it. Vanessa got up, not having swallowed, and hooked a finger at Corina in the crowd. The latter grinned and moved back up onto the stage, closing her eyes and sharing a cum-filled French kiss with her old friend.
“Ahem!” Emily coughed, pressing herself against the other two women. They laughed and the two-way kiss became a threesome, lips and mouths drooling sperm from one to the other.
The rest of the women in the audience couldn’t contain themselves any longer. The three girls on the stage watched as the ‘party’ descended into a huge interracial orgy, cocks and breasts and legs and pussies and... everything everywhere, screams and moans and growls and yells reverberating into the evening air.
“I think we’d better be going,” Corina said to Emily. “I think we both need our rest after all that.”
“Yeah, you two go on,” Vanessa said. “I’ve still got to get fucked today, so I’m staying. Michael.. Mr Tandino said he was saving Shola and Khumalo for me. I can’t let you be the only one to get double penetrated today, Corina.”
Corina and Emily left, reclaiming their clothes from the tent before they did so. Just as they were entering the house, Corina saw Vanessa disappear into another tent with the two giant men... and a girl that she recognised.
“Holy shit... it’s... it’s the girl from my holiday!” Corina said, stopping suddenly. “She’s... here. I... damn, I’d have liked to have spoken to her.”
“I’ve got the feeling you’ll see her soon,” Emily smiled. “I’d like to meet her too. Come on, let’s get going.”
---
Orla Smith née Burbank sat in the toilet, looking at the stick in her hand.
“Come on, come on...” she grimaced, but to her dismay, the pregnancy test signaled negative. Again. For month after month, she’d been trying to have a baby with her husband, Steve. For her, it was an almost joyless task, his withered white cock just about staying hard enough to inseminate her, but never seeming to actually knock her up. It was getting to the point where she was going to give up.
“You fucking loser,” Orla snarled, throwing the stick at the wall. “You impotent fucking... oh God...”
She wept into her hands. She so badly wanted a child, a little one to call her own, but she now feared the worst. Her husband was unable to seed her, not packing enough downstairs to deliver the goods. Like her sister, though she was ******* of this, she had a desperately unhappy sex life, flaccid lovemaking with her lying prone on the bed, any movement seemingly sending her ‘lover’ into paroxysms of pleasure while all she got was thin, worthless spunk messing up her panties for the rest of the day.
“Wht the fuck am I supposed to do?” she groaned. At this point, she was wondering if she’d ever have a child. How else could she have one if not with her husband? Remarry if he died? She’d been wild in her younger days, but that was a long time ago. She’d found religion, married one of her fellow parishioners and settled down. Sex became something other people did, she’d forgotten it could even be done for pleasure. Now it was a hideous ritual that ended up getting her nowhere.
After waiting for children, she now realised she might have waited too long. She just couldn’t see a way out of her situation. It didn’t even occur to her to seek the answers outside of wedlock... at least, not at that point.
---
Emily sat in her apartment that night. Her ass felt... different. Like it was... bigger somehow. No damage had been done, but when she touched it, she felt ... looser. Not badly, like she’d needed to wear diapers or anything. Just... it was easier to slip fingers in. That pleased her, as she definitely intended anal sex to be just as much a part of her love life from then on as vaginal sex. That wasn’t the prime focus of her attention, though. In fact, she was on her laptop, deciding whether or not to start a video call with her mother, Margaret.
She’d had a lot of big decisions to make recently, but this could well have been the biggest. This was huge. First, she had to tell her mother she was sexually active with multiple men (she didn’t need to know quite how many). Then, she needed to somehow steer the conversation towards getting her mother to start doing the same thing... and then to convince her other ********* to go black as well...
Oh fuck, how the hell was she going to do this?
---
Margaret Gerrard hadn’t had sex for ten years. It was a lifetime ago that she’d even let a man touch her. She’d contented herself with raising her teenage *********, who’d all grown into fine young women. Recently, however, she’d been getting.. urges once more. She’d started to masturbate again in the past month and her newly discovered interest in the Internet had opened up a world of fantasy fodder on porn sites. It seemed like every time she thought of something, she could find a video of it online. An amazing time to be alive, she thought, but something was missing. Just the day before, she’d realised it was a man’s touch she was missing. She looked at the young girls having their fun with the hardbodied studs in the videos, their white cocks seeming so massive to her. One that caught her eye made her husband’s look tiny, large and proud at a massive 7 inches. She’d never thought penises could get that large.
Sometimes she’d chastise herself for thinking these things, but then she also wondered who it was harming to have fantasies. So she put aside her guilt and looked at the handsome white men with their apparently massive pricks, the girls obviously feigning their enjoyment but the fantasy was nice. Maybe she could enjoy sex again... if she could ever find the right man.
Bleep! Bleep! Margaret saw the conversation window open with her youngest ********, Emily. A video call? She’d not done one of those with Em since she’d gone to work at that outreach thingy. Be nice to catch up.
“Hi Emmy,” Margaret said as the call started. “I... wait, are you naked?”
“Hi Mum,” Emily said. She was indeed naked. “Oh, I ... sorry, I was just about to go into the shower, you know. I... can put a towel on, if you like?”
“Well, it’s a bit weird, but no, I’ve seen it all before, you know!”
“That’s true... er... Mum? Can I... tell you something?”
----
“Mummy’s just tired,” Corina said, nursing her whiskey at home in her kitchen. “Get your *** to help you.”
“But...oh, okay...” Cassie, her ********, grumbled. Corina watched her slink away and sighed. She needed to spend more time with the girls, but that also meant spending more time near Colin, something she really didn’t want to do right now. He wasn’t a bad man, of course. He cared for Corina, he loved his *********, he worked hard and tried his best at the things he did. He just wasn’t... man enough for Corina now. She wondered if she was being too hard on him, then remembered how extraordinary the orgasms she had had today had been. No, she wasn’t being hard. It was natural to seek the best and, in sex, the best men were black.
She’d have to tell him about her sexual escapades at some point, of course. It would probably mean divorce. He might even get custody, no doubt aided by prudish lawyers, judges and a legal system that, in its antiquated fashion, discriminated against sexually liberated women. She’d have to deal with that. Perhaps he was too much of a coward to do anything, though. It made sense - he barely had a backbone when it came to defying Corina. Whatever she wanted, she usually got. So if she just said to him, “I’m fucking black men”, would he have the balls to leave?
She wondered...
“Darling!” her husband called, shutting the front door. “I’ve got the takeaway. Fish and chips for us and a big thick sausage for you.”
She chuckled to herself. She didn’t usually eat rubbish food like this, but she also couldn’t resist the double meaning of her chowing down on a big tube of meat.
“Coming,” she said, finishing off her whiskey. She’d eat dinner then think about what she was going to say to Orla, her sister. How could she convince her to return to her wild days of youth? How could she get her into bed with her... and then to get her stuffed full of black cock? She was religious now, so it wouldn’t be easy.
----
Emily didn’t really know how to say it, but she had to. How do you say to your mother that you fuck black men?
“Mum, I... I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said, unable to think of any other way to broach the topic.
“That’s wonderful!” her mother said, clapping her hands together in delight. “What’s his name? Can I meet him? Is he rich? Is he...?”
“Mum!” Emily laughed, waving her hand at the camera. “Hold on! I... it’s... look, promise not to get mad, okay?”
“Of course... though now I’m a little worried,” Margaret said, raising one eyebrow.
“His name is...” Emily said, pausing. Fuck, who shall I say? Er... come on, Emily, think, think. “... er, Michael. Yes, his name is Michael. He runs a ... business here, very well off.”
“That’s amazing, I’m so happy. Is it serious?” Margaret said.
“Well, kind of...” Emily said, chewing her lip slightly. Serious enough to let him fuck my ass full of cum today, she mused.
“Have you had sex with him yet?”
“Mum!” Emily said, shocked... then wondered why she was acting like that. She was trying to get her mother to go black and SHE was acting prudish? Snap out of it, girl!
“Yes... yes, we’ve had sex,” Emily said, trying to be serious.
“Ah, remember to use precautions,” Margaret said, sternly. “You don’t want to make the same mistake your sister Chloe did.”
“It’s okay, mother, we do use precautions,” Emily lied.
“Good... but honey, I’m struggling to see why you thought I’d be upset about this. It all sounds wonderful. I just don’t...”
“He’s black,” Emily blurted out.
“Oh...” Margaret said. “I... well, I don’t think your father would have been too happy, but... sorry, I’ve got no problem with it, I promise. I just didn’t expect it.”
“I know,” Emily said. Her father had been a terrible racist, one of the reasons Emily had become attracted to black men was the rebellious nature of defying him. He’d never known, but it had been her way of rejecting his stupidity. She knew her mother always felt guilty about his views and how she’d never stood up to him. Emily didn’t blame her, he’d been a brute and had often threatened her and the girls. No tears were shed in the Gerrard household when he’d had a heart attack down the pub one night. They’d even rejected his surname of Richardson and taken their mother’s maiden name just a few weeks later.
“That’s not all, mother,” Emily said. “I... this is difficult for me to say. I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time, but... I... oh dear...”
“Darling, whatever it is, I won’t be angry,” Margaret said, soothingly.
“Okay, well... I’ve... kind of got a... girlfriend too,” Emily blushed, genuinely.
“I... er... okay, it’s... okay, the modern world and that,” Margaret said, trying to hide her confusion. “But I thought you said you had a boyfriend?”
“I do... just that I like... girls too.”
“I see,” her mother said. “I... um... guess that if Michael is okay with this, then... I’m not ... er... “
Emily chuckled. “It’s fine, mother, it’s the modern way. Lots of people are bisexual now,” she said, watching her mother flinch slightly at the word, “so, you know, I’m just doing what others do. It’s nothing unusual. Boys are my favourite, so don’t worry.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” Margaret said.
“It just got me thinking, you know, about you and... why don’t you have a boyfriend, mum? It’s been awhile since *** passed on...”
Margaret hadn’t expected one of her own ********* to ask this question. It was usual for her circle of friends to nag or tease her about her spinster-like existence, but she had no real answer. Had she just not met the right man yet? Did she want to? The way her pussy responded when she watched the naughty videos online indicated she did want to meet a man and... have sex again.
“I don’t know, dear, it’s not something I think about,” she lied.
“Come on, now,” Emily said, tutting at her. “You’re a woman and you have needs, we all do. The thing is, I was talking to Michael and he said he knew the perfect guy for you...”
“Emily!” Margaret exclaimed. “I really don’t think it’s appropriate to...”
“Hush now, mother,” Emily said. “I’m only suggesting you go on one date with a guy, what’s the harm in that?”
“I don’t...” Margaret started to say, but then realised she had no actual legitimate reason why it was a bad idea. “I... well, okay, I guess. If you really want me to.”
“Fantastic!” Emily squealed, clapping her hands with joy. “I’m tell Michael straight away. You can come down here, stay with me and then I want to know everything that happens. This is so exciting, I think you’ll really hit it off with him.”
They moved onto other matters before ending the call. Emily was grinning like the cat that got the cream. She’d initiated what she hoped was but the first step to her mother becoming a slut. It was all she could have hoped for at this stage, she thought. Now to get Michael to pick a suitable stud...
Margaret didn’t know how to react really. A date after so long... with a stranger... fixed up by her ********, no less! It was a strange turn of events. She moved to turn off her computer, but her finger paused over the shutdown button... before opening up a new tab in her browser and loading up a porn tube site. Her eyes were drawn to the ‘Interracial’ category. She felt slightly sick inside when she started to watch various clips, imagining her own ******** pinned beneath these hulking studs... their cocks so, so big... balls so heavy... the girls having such obvious and powerful orgasms... were they faking it like the ones with the white porn males? It didn’t look like it. Margaret found herself masturbating without thinking about it... and as she herself came, watching a girl no older than Emily kneeling in the middle of a bunch of black men, jerking their cocks off and covering her face with sperm, she pictured herself next to that girl, licking the spunk off her own ********’s pale, white skin.
