Wife's Summer Fun Part Two - BG10
By
Bungholio79
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Please send all comments, questions, and offers to bungholio79@yahoo.com.

This story involves characters and situations that are very graphic.  Adults only.

This story is another installment in the Mandy series.

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Let me start by recapping the events of the past year.  It all started when my next door neighbor’s son, Greg, came on to me.  At 35 years old with two kids, I was very sensitive about my sex appeal and Greg provided the reassurance that I so desperately needed.  My dependence formed the moment I laid eyes on his enormous black cock.  He offered his virginity to me in exchange for a summer of un-relentless sex.  I unsheathed my fidelity and fell hopelessly in love.  He emerged as my black master.

At the conclusion of summer, he left for college down state and I was stuck with a stretched pussy and a fat belly.  I gave birth to his son during the winter.  My husband fainted in the delivery room when he saw the dark skinned child emerge from my body.  Obviously Daniel had not planted the seed within his own wife.  Eventually he accepted the child and chooses to raise him as his own.  

We masqueraded the child as our adopted son.  I told people that my pregnancy ended in a miscarriage and I couldn't bear the pain of losing another child.  It sounded like a very noble cause but some people were suspicious.  The boy had very fair skin with many of my facial features.  Some of my friends and family had confronted me on the strong resemblance between our adopted child and myself.  I brushed off the comments as mere coincidence.  The child definitely belonged to Greg.  They shared the same nose and ears.  I could also tell by his undeveloped genitalia.  His infant penis was already larger than my husband's.  My girlfriend's would always show fascination when changing his diaper.  "I sure would like to meet your daddy," they would say.     
  
It had been almost eight months since my last encounter with Greg.  My body longed to be in his arms again with his supreme manhood pressed close to me.  He had touched me in ways that I never imagined possible.  There was nothing that I wouldn't do for a chance to be with him one more time.  

Since he went away to college, I hadn't spoken to him at all.  We maintained a distant relationship through e-mail messages.  Occasionally I would receive a correspondence detailing his outrageous adventures on campus in the Kappa fraternity house.  He sometimes asked about his newborn son, Malcolm.  However, he never expressed a desire to meet either one of us.  I guess Malcolm would grow up another fatherless African American male.

I hadn't shared my body with anyone since Greg left.  My husband was restricted to oral sex once in a great while.  After Malcolm entered the world he knew that my vagina belonged to his daddy.  The possibility of getting some didn't even enter his mind.  My husband knew that I would get everything if he left me.  The house, kids, and half of his business would go straight to me.  He just accepted the situation and hoped that my opinion might change over time.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was dreaming.  From the moment I sampled my first black cock, I knew there was no way that I could go back to my innocent suburban lifestyle.  It haunted my every thought.  Like a small voice screaming in the back of my head. 

After the post pregnancy period had passed, my hormones began to stabilize.  The urge to fraternize with black men returned stronger than ever before.  Temptation confronted me everywhere that I went.  There must have been something about the way I dressed or walked now because black men were drawn to me.  I constantly caught their blatant gazes every time I went into public.  It became even worse when I traveled with Malcolm.  He was like neon sign advertising for his black slut mother.  Something about a white woman with a mixed child really turns on black men.  I had to be extra careful how I behaved or else I would end up in another man's bed for sure.  I made a resolution to resist cheating on my husband for as long as possible and I intended to remain faithful to him with the exception of Greg.

I finally received an invitation to meet Greg at school.  This weekend was his birthday celebration and he wanted me to bring his son to see him.  I tried to conceal the desperation in my voice but Greg could see right through my weak disguise.  He said the meeting was strictly for his son.  He had a steady girlfriend and didn't want to mess around with a married woman anymore.

The temperature outside finally began to rise as spring approached.  My best friend Michelle had invited me to lunch and shopping.  Both of my daughters are in preschool during the day so I packed up Malcolm and drove over to her house.  We decided to drive downtown and stop by the new barbeque restaurant that everyone raved about.

Michelle and I are the same age.  She is a super skinny blonde while I am more of a well rounded brunette.  My weight after three kids has stabilized around 135 pounds.  My 36D breasts have swelled up another size since I started breast feeding.  My butt has rounded out a little bit.  You might say that I have a little bit of a bubble butt.  It drives men crazy so I cannot complain to Mother Nature.

The two of us arrived downtown just before the lunchtime rush.  We grabbed a table along the street and placed our drink order with the handsome waiter.  I felt courageous so an ultimate margarita was in order.  Michelle settled for a light beer.  "So what have you been up to lately?" I questioned.  

"I am stuck in a tailspin.  Every guy I meet just wants sex.  Once he gets the prize it is adios Michelle."

Michelle continued to outline the explicit details of her last sexual encounter.  To be honest it was starting to get me horny.  I hadn't enjoyed sex for over eight months and it sure sounded like fun.

"Hey look at those guys over there.  They are starring at us," Michelle pointed out.  Three young black men were seated at the table.  Their eyes flickered between the baby chair and the two of us.  I could tell that they were trying to identify Malcolm’s mother.  Michelle has a knack for snatching men away from me.  I guess blondes are just more appealing to men.

The men focused on Michelle for the duration of lunch.  I became extremely jealous and angry at the same time.  She always gets the men's attention and I was tired of it.  I slammed the remainder of my drink before excusing myself from the table to use the ladies room.  I turned my head and starred one of the guys directly in the eyes as I stood up.  My body deliberately swayed back and forth as I walked towards them.  My dress brushed against the guy as I walked past and entered the building.

The door made a loud slam as I entered the bathroom.  I couldn't believe it.  There were only two stalls in the bathroom and both were occupied.  The alcohol had run right through my body so I had to piss now.  I left the bathroom and ran right into the young black man.

"Can I ask you a big favor?  I need to use the bathroom immediately and the women's is completely full.  Can you sneak me into the men's?"  I begged.

"Sure thing."  He opened the door and motioned me in.  I slid into the end stall and removed my panties before releasing the pee.  It made a loud echo in the toilet bowl.  The complete quietness added to my embarrassment.  All of the sudden I heard a strong gush of liquid.  It seemed that the young man experienced the same problem as me.

I caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of my eye.  The bathroom stall had a small gap between the wall panels.  I moved my head closer for an unobstructed view.  I could see everything.  The guy was standing several feet from the urinal.  My eyes followed the thick stream of pee from the porcelain bowl to the tip of his exposed cock.  It looked to be about seven inches long and extremely thick.  It was pure perfection.

My bladder finally felt relieve as my pee stream stopped.  I could still hear the guy.  I just sat still fixated on his coal black cock.  Suddenly I noticed his reflection glaring back at me in the mirror.  He had seen my every move.  I was busted with my hand in the cookie jar.

"Is that you son out there in the restaurant?" he questioned while shaking his cock dry. "Yes," I cautiously replied.  My stomach felt like it was tied in knots.  I wanted this man's cock but I knew it would be wrong.  I quietly tried to relieve the pain in my stomach with a quick dump.  The loud plops gave away my secret.  "Come on lady, I don't have time for this."

I reached over for a piece of toilet paper.  To my dismay the holder contained nothing.  "Can you please pass me some toilet paper?"  The door flung open and the man's cock flung in my face.  I didn't say a word to him.  My hand grasped the thick shaft and began stroking him to a full erection.  I bent forward and sucked him into my waiting mouth.  The purple head rubbed against the back of my mouth as I slid more in.  I relaxed my throat muscles and let him enter the windpipe.  

"Yeah baby deep throat that black meat.  I know you want it you little slut.  Suck it.  Suck it harder."

The more vulgar he got the deeper I sucked.  His other hand had ventured between my legs.  He ripped my panties off and slid my skirt above the waist.  His finger entered my cock starved hole.  I moaned out in joy.  "Fuck my tight hole.  I want your black cock in me."

His cock escaped my mouth and rammed into my body.  My pussy lips parted around the gigantic shaft.  "Harder, harder you black fucker."

The guy showed no mercy on my vagina.  He drove into me with full force.  The toilet seat felt very uncomfortable against my ass cheeks.  His balls slapped against my thighs as he pierced the hole.  My legs were pulled above my head to allow deeper access.  I felt the familiar feeling of a deep vaginal orgasm.  He stuffed the panties into my mouth to muffle the screams.  Before I knew it his cock was pumping its load into my pussy.  It felt like a warm gel had been poured in.

"You are definitely a black cock horror.  I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you.  You need to loose the slutty little dress if you ever want to blend in."

The guy stormed out of the bathroom.  I tried to squeeze the majority of the cum out of my pussy before leaving the room.  Michelle and I quickly left the restaurant.  We spotted the group of guys starring in disbelief at their friend's story. 

I felt like a complete slut.  There was fresh cum running down my leg from my stretched vagina.  It felt so dirty to fuck a total stranger in the men's restroom.  His skilled movement had generated a gut wrenching orgasm while I sat on a public toilet.  The feelings of shame were masked by the thrill and excitement of the afternoon.  The vagina still throbbed with pleasure as I contemplated my next adventure.

Michelle and I strolled through the stores along the street.  The mixture of unique shops reflected the diversity of our fabulous city.  I noticed a lot of young black men hanging around an urban clothing store.  The loud rap music could be heard a block away.  They starred at the three of us as we approached.  

"Michelle I am going to check out this store for a new pair of shoes. Can you take Malcolm to the toy store?  The loud music will upset him." 

The group watched as I bent over and gave Malcolm a kiss.  I could sense the eyes fixated on my plump ass.  Several comments emerged from the depths of the store.  The store was overflowing with clothes.  There were pants and shirts lining every inch of the walls.  Most of the styles appeared too wild for a conservative housewife.  I wanted to pick an outfit to surprise Greg on his birthday.

A young black man approached from behind.  "Can I help you find something maim?"  I gave him my measurements of 36D-24-38 before asking his unbiased opinion.  I requested an outfit that would turn any man's head.  He directed me to the special racks located in the back of the store.  His hands dove into the piles of clothing and emerged with an unbelievable little outfit consisting of a yellow string bikini top and a pair of super short cutoffs.  The shorts were highlighted with sparkling paint.  He then walked to the shoe section and selected a white clog with a four inch heel.

Before I could protest his choice I was ushered into the dressing room with the outfit.  I removed my dress and hung it on the door.  My vagina still leaked the black semen.  The powerful aroma began to fill the small changing space.  I used my bra to wipe up as much as possible.  

The new outfit looked so small lying on the fitting room bench.  First I secured my swollen breasts in the bikini halter top.  It felt completely naked.  I wore more clothing to the pool.  The guy had given me a size six shorts.  I normally wore an eight to get the material over my butt.  The tiny jeans slid over my thighs with no problem but that was the easy part.  I squeezed my butt cheeks together as the material encased by lower body.  The button fly secured it into place.  This new juvenile look definitely looked sexy.  The short bottoms hung just below my butt and appeared to be painted on.  Every curve was displayed in plain view for anyone to see.  The outline of my underwear even showed.  If this display of pure feminine perfection didn't turn heads on the campus nothing would.

I returned to my previous self by changing back into my street clothes.  The clerk rang up my purchase and I was off to locate Michelle.  She eventually turned up in a women's clothing store several doors down.  The long blonde hair gave her away from a distance.  We browsed for a few minutes before heading to the car for the long drive back to the suburbs.

My stomach churned with excitement as I thought about the bathroom fuck session.  I didn't know if I could wait until the weekend.  Greg would have to crack under the pressure of my advances.  No man with a dick hanging between his legs can resist my body in this new outfit.  His defenses would crumble and his little college girlfriend can take notes on how to pleasure a man-sized cock.

That evening I broke the news to my bewildered husband.  We hadn't discussed the whole interracial pregnancy thing or the infidelity since Malcolm’s birth.  Daniel broke out in a furious rage as he threw his glass against the wall.  The shattered pieces flew everywhere.

"What the fuck is your problem Mandy?  This nigger banged the shit out of you and then abandoned your pregnant ass.  Now eight months later he contacts you out of the blue and wants to enter his kid’s life.  He probably just wants to get in your pants again."

I looked up at Daniel's face and burst into tears.  The stream of emotions took over my body as I began to tremble.  Every word he uttered was the honest truth whether I liked it or not.

"Daniel I am sorry about my infidelity.  I wish that Greg had never entered our lives.  He bagged me and there is nothing you can do to remove that experience from my daily existence."

Daniel grabbed my body in a firm embrace of love.  The kisses cleaned most of the salty tears from my flush face.  In this emotional state I unveiled my true feelings towards Greg.  It wasn't the relationship because in reality we lived in two different worlds.  The unbelievable sex that his monster cock delivered kept me craving more.  There was no cure for the desire that burned within my soul.

Daniel accepted me as his life long mate and said he would do anything to make me happy.  Even if it meant offering his wife to strange black men for her own sexual gratification.  We fell asleep in each other's arms as our relationship entered a new phase. 

The weekend finally arrived after days of waiting patiently.  I had arranged for our two daughters to spend the weekend with Michelle.  We would only be gone for two days and a night.  Plus she stilled owed me several favors.  The three of us planned to share a hotel room in the small town surrounding the college campus.  It turned out that the area was packed that weekend due to a large baseball game scheduled for tonight.  Luckily Greg had made arrangements for us to bunk up at his fraternity house.

My husband drove us to the campus early on Saturday morning.  The trip normally takes about six to seven hours.  We wanted to arrive in time for dinner and Greg's cake cutting.  Daniel seemed to be a good sport so far.  After all he was driving me to see the man that knocked up his wife.

The road trip began to drag on.  I dozed off as the mundane scenery flew by the passenger's side window of our BMW.  Little Malcolm slept securely in his car seat as well.  I was beginning to regret my clothing selection for the day.  The temperature had topped out in the upper 90's and my body had started to perspire.  For some foolish reason I had chosen a pair of khaki stretch pants and a tight sweater top.  My panty lines were clearly visible through the thin material but I didn't care.  I love when men stare at my butt.  I should have dressed in shorts and a t-shirt like my husband.

Our automobile eventually rolled into the small rural town.  It was just as I remembered it from my own college days.  The narrow street lined with stores and bars opened to the campus proper.  There were young men and women walking everywhere.  The car turned left to enter frat row.  

Towards the end of the street stood the two story building embossed with the Kappa Greek lettering.  It matched the tattoo on my lower back and pubic region.  My prior branding indicated that I had entered the company of friends.  However, my outfit didn't offer a glimpse of that fact. 

I jumped from the vehicle and began unbuckling Malcolm from the car seat.  Daniel removed our suitcase from the trunk and brought the baby stroller around the side of the car.  I knocked on the large oak door with my fist.  The sound thundered through the entry way.  All of a sudden it swung open and a large black man stepped forward.  The man looked practically naked except for a pair of biker shorts and a gym towel draped over his shoulder.

"Can I help you guys with something?" he bellowed.

"Yes I am here to see Greg.  He invited us to spend the weekend so he could get to know his son."

The man glanced into the stroller and started to chuckle.  He then invited us into the hallway.  His eyes were blatantly fixated on my ass while I passed by pushing the baby into the large house.  A large group of men startled me when I rounded the corner.  They were all seated on several couches watching music videos.  Everyone looked up to catch a glance.

Greg hopped up from the corner and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  He introduced my husband and me to the group of guys.  They all responded with a friendly hello.  Some real hunks were seated among the group and I could tell that my curvaceous body was just their type.

Daniel and I were escorted upstairs to our new room.  We wanted to settle in before the nights festivities began.  The room consisted of a twin bed nestled down a narrow corridor that had been converted into a makeshift living space.  Soiled sheets covered the tiny bed.  The large white stains clued us in to what this space was originally designed for.  Without an alternative location we were forced to unpack our things and setup our temporary quarters.

We went downstairs to hang out with the fraternity brothers.  I handed Malcolm over to Greg so he could spend sometime with his son.  Daniel and I plopped down on the end of a living room couch.  My body was trapped in the tight space between my husband and a large black man named Edward.  I could feel the warmth of their bodies against my hips.  The room remained pretty quiet with the men intently focused on the television.  All of a sudden my stomach made a huge grumbling sound.  Everyone turned to face the source of the interruption.  My face transformed into a bright red sign.

"Dam girl don't your man feed you?  It sounds like you could use a little snack to tide you over," Edward remarked.

I asked Daniel if he would take me to McDonald's really quick because the group wasn't going to leave for another hour.  Everyone had decided to attend the baseball game for Greg's birthday.  He said no because he wanted to relax from the six hour driving marathon.  Edward placed his gigantic hand on my leg and said that he would take me for food.  I grabbed my purse and followed him through the front door.

Daniel had blocked the driveway with his car so I tossed the key to Edward and told him to just take it.  I climbed into the passenger seat before the BMW backed out of the drive.  He slid the seat way back to accommodate his long legs.  Daniel would have flipped if he knew that this young guy had driven his car.  I turned down the loud rap music playing on the stereo to talk with my new chauffeur.

"It is awful nice of you to drive me for some food.  I really shouldn't eat fast food because of my strict diet.  I have lost over twenty pounds and I would hate to blow it.  Maybe I should just eat that snack that you promised me earlier."

Edward chuckled in response to my suggestion.  I hoped that my desperation wasn't that transparent.  After all I toted around my black child right in front of his face.  It must have been a good indication of my lust for black tool.  I just sat back in the soft leather seat and listened to his pathetic excuse.

"You are Greg's girl so that labels you off limits.  Plus you are here with your husband.  Not to say that you are not completely drop-dead gorgeous."

I heard his words but my body didn't want to listen.  My sexual curiosity wouldn't let me blow an opportunity to enjoy a chocolate treat.  I slowly leaned over and kissed Edward on the side of his face.  My tongue glided across his cheek and into his ear.  My right hand busily unfastened his jean shorts in search of my prize.  I uncovered a very thick shaft concealed inside which I pulled into the light of car.  "Wow that is my idea of a cock," I proclaimed.

I positioned myself onto my knees in the front seat for better access.  My head snaked under his arms and into his lap.  The black cock had grown to its ten inch length.  My mouth stretched open to engulf the engorged black rod.  It felt warm against my tongue. Edward turned up the radio so loud that I could barely hear myself think.  The thump of the rap music attracted the attention of everyone on the street.  His hand had begun exploring my spread ass.  I wished I wasn't wearing pants so he could have returned the favor.

At this point my head was bobbing up and down between his legs.  My hand guided the thick shaft into my waiting mouth.  The fresh saliva coating sparkled in the light.  I decided to have a little fun with my new friend.  His cock slipped free from my mouth and I grasped it with both hands.  My tongue flicked against the bulbous head and explored the large hole as I continued to jerk it off.  Edward screamed out in pleasure.  "Suck that cock you little white slut."  I ignored his request and kept licking the shaft.

Edward had snuck his hand down my tight khaki pants and began massaging my clit.  My vaginal juices boiled as he toyed with my hole.  I began sucking his dick again.  It felt extremely hard and I could tell that his orgasm was close.  I relaxed my throat muscles and began swallowing the thick shaft.  My gag reflex kicked in and caused me to back off.  The second attempt resulted in success.  The black cock slid down my throat as my head moved further down.  Eventually my lips made contact with his body.  The entire ten inches were packed in.  I began humming to stimulate the buried cock head.  "Damn that feels good baby. Keep it going."  He then pulled his hand from my vagina and placed on my head.  A loud moan echoed through the car as his cock spasmed in my throat.  The black semen pumped directly into my starved belly.  I felt the warmth of the black cream as it dripped down my throat.  The cock slid from my mouth as I sucked out the last drops of semen from the tip.  I showed my cum filled mouth to Edward before swallowing it down.  I couldn't leave his dick alone so I continued to kiss and lick the shrinking shaft.  My pussy burned with desire.

Edward directed the car back towards the Kappa house as I rested between his muscular legs.  He ordered me to pack his cock back into his shorts so I did as my black master demanded.  

Everyone was standing around the entry way as we opened the door.  Edward quickly removed his hand from my ass but it was too late.  Our behavior had confirmed their suspicion.  They questioned what had taken so long and why we didn't have any bags of food.  I explained that we decided to eat on the way back in the car.  My ruffled clothes and smeared lipstick didn't help my position.  It seemed pretty obvious that something had occurred.

Daniel stormed upstairs as I pushed through the group of men.  They told me to be ready in five minutes or else stay here.  I noticed that Greg was accompanied by his girlfriend as I passed by.  She looked like the typical college blonde.  I couldn't picture that little innocent girl taking on Greg's enormous manhood.

Daniel had already climbed into bed by the time I arrived. He didn't seem angry as I talked to him.  Malcolm was fast asleep in the crib next to the bed. I began changing into my special outfit.  My husband starred in awe as I transformed into a black cock slut.  I tossed my soiled panties onto the bed and told him to take a smell.  

"Dam Mandy you definitely need to get laid tonight.  I want you to fuck as much black pole tonight as you can.  Maybe you will get this out of your system.  I will stay back here and take care of Malcolm."

He helped tie off my yellow bikini top before I ran downstairs.  My breasts were swollen and sore because I hadn't breastfed Malcolm for several days.  The material stretched to the maximum under the weight.

I ran outside and hopped into the back of their van right before it pulled out.  It was an old utility van with no windows or seat.  I sat next to a smaller black guy name Mike.  He joined the rest of the group in drooling over my tits.  The only person not mesmerized was Greg's girlfriend.  She insisted on tagging along with the guys.

One of the guys pulled out a small black bag and began loading a glass pipe with some small white rocks.  The man took several puffs before passing it to the next person. Eventually it made its way to my hand. I didn't know what it contained but one breath couldn't hurt.  I inhaled the warm air and held it in my lungs.  The euphoric feeling took over my body within seconds.  I had been transferred into a joyous place. My body felt like it rested on a cloud while every piece of my skin tingled.  My vagina felt like it was on fire.  I had to follow my husband's instructions.

I leaned over and passed the glass tube to the next row of people.  My ass was right in the guys face.  I deliberately leaned back to make contact.

"Hey guys I think this white slut is looking for a good time."

I turned around and planted a large kiss right on his lips.  Another pair of hands explored my body from behind while I continued to play with the tongue in my own mouth.  I began removing his pants like a mad person.  His cock was mine.  I sucked it up as soon as it appeared from the material.

"Please someone fuck my pussy.  I need a cock in there now."

I felt my clothes being ripped from my body.  There was a fury of activity in the van as everyone stripped.  The drug I had smoked began to make me groggy.  My vision had become blurry and I couldn't focus on anything.  The guy in front of me took over and began fucking my open mouth.  He drove in with full force.  Another guy started rubbing my tits with both hands.  He squeezed my nipple and some milk came out.

"Shit this lady is lactating.  Let me at those babies."

My body flipped over under his firm grip.  He straddled by chest and squeezed some breast milk into my cleavage.  He then began fucking the tits with his long cock.  I held my breasts together with both hands.  Another guy rammed into my wet pussy with his dick.  I couldn't see his face but I could feel the large shaft stretching my inner walls.

The guy fucking my tits began moaning out loud.  His cock exploded in my face and the thick globs of cum coated my chest and neck.  It just kept pumping out like a faucet.  Once he had finished I licked his cock clean.  The guy in my pussy took his place between my swollen tits.  He began by milking my tits into his mouth.  I then had to clean my own juices from his cock.  I desperately wanted someone to fuck me but they were all too busy watching this guy milk my breasts.  The back of the van was starting to get real messy from the breast milk mixed with some sperm.  Especially after the guy fucking my tits added his load to the pool forming around my neck.  I begged for cock in my pussy but nobody would respond to my request.

Guy after guy took turns fucking my large breasts.  The cum had coated my entire body.  Globs were dangling from my hair and face.  Someone in the van had a camera because I could see the flash bulb igniting from a distance.  I modeled my cum drenched body in front of the photographer.  He made sure to get pictures of the Kappa tattoos glistening in the faint light.

The van came to a screeching halt as the doors flew open.  I was torn from the vehicle and found myself in the middle of a corn field.  The group of men began forming a circle around my naked body.  I spotted the bright lights of the baseball field in the distance.  Our location was only several hundred feet from the outfield.  One of the guys dragged an old mattress out from the rows of planted corn.  It looked like this wasn't their first time using this spot.

I laid down onto the sperm stained mattress.  It reeked of old cum and sexual sweat.  I added my cum coating to the dried mixture by rolling around in the stiff material.  I then positioned myself on all fours.  My body slowly rotated in a circle as I shook my ass in each guys face.  The men were all stark naked right in front of my face.  The majority possessed very impressive cocks.  Every guy had at least twice the length of my husband's five inch pencil.  Some were thin while others were as thick as a beer bottle.  I wanted one inside of my body now regardless of how big.  I needed the thrill of dark meat exploring my innocent body.

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart revealing my dripping hole.  The guys were all stroking their cocks in anticipation of the white vagina spread out before them.  Greg even joined the crowd despite his girlfriend seated in the van.  "Please someone fuck me now.  I want some nigger dick," I begged.  It slipped out before I could catch my tongue.

Edward grasped me by the back of the head and rammed his cock down my throat.  He fucked me so deep that I could barely breathe.  He allowed air to pass down my windpipe just long enough to remain conscious.  

"Whose the nigger now you little slut?  You are going to wish that the word never even entered your mind.  We will fuck that word out of your vocabulary."

Edward's cock prevented me from uttering any type of apology.  Greg positioned his monstrous cock behind my butt.  If anyone could make me scream it was his manhood.  Edward removed his cock from my throat and stepped back into the circle.  Greg undoubtedly held the alpha male role within the group as everyone awaited his lead.  He ordered Edward to get a cup started for the ungrateful white bitch.  He emerged with a super big gulp cup from Seven Eleven.  He began jerking his cock into the large container.  I knew they had plans for me but I decided to edge them on further.

Greg rammed his gigantic black rod into my starved vagina.  I moaned out in pure joy.  The past eight months were spent waiting in anticipation for this moment.  After several strokes his shaft glistened in my juices and penetrated my inner hole.  I think my last child must have really stretched out my hole because there was no difficulty accommodating the huge piece of meat.  I looked back and observed the bulge in my belly where his cock explored.  It looked as if he had bypassed my cervix and entered my womb directly.  My vaginal walls tingled in ecstasy as the orgasm brewed deep within my body.

"Bang that pussy harder you black mother fucker," I yelled as my body slipped into a gut wrenching full-blown vaginal orgasm.  My entire body convulsed in response to the deep penetration Greg delivered.  I lost all control of my lower body muscles causing me to flop over in a spasming heap of flesh.  My bladder even leaked a little tinkle of yellow liquid in response.  Greg's bat sized cock slid free with a loud popping sound as I lowered down onto my belly.

The circle of guys continued to fill the cup with their creamy contributions.  It appeared that the pale cocktail had reached the rim of the vessel.  Greg reinserted his cock into my pussy and continued to drill the deep recesses of my vagina.  

If Daniel could only see his innocent little wife now.  He would blow a gasket.  Instead he remained at home caring for his wife's half breed son while she offered her body to any willing black man.

I started to lose consciousness from the continuous strain of orgasms that my body experienced.  The mysterious rock that I had smoked probably didn't help either.  My screams were so loud that I had lost my voice.  I could barely produce a faint whisper from my battered voice box.

Greg pulled his cock from my pussy and I felt an enormous emptiness deep within.  I shuttered from the hole he had bored into my vagina.  The cold air tingled as it entered by gapping region.  There was a five inch unobstructed view right into my womb.  I whispered a faint plea for him to fill me back up.

"Edward hand me the cup.  Mandy you are going to drink this entire cup of sperm or else you will be cutoff for the rest of the night."

I grasped the cup from his hand and brought it to my lips.  The warmth passed through the thin paper and into my hand.  The pearly white liquid smelled sweet.  I tipped the cup and began chugging the sperm cocktail.  It felt very thick in my mouth.  I could even feel some hard chunks against my tongue.  The mixture continued to enter my mouth as the group of guys chanted in unison.  Greg's girlfriend had even stepped out of the truck to watch the performance.  After about five minutes the entire contents had been poured into my waiting belly.  It felt like I had just pigged out at a buffet line.  I don't think there was room for another drop.

Greg and the crew began clapping in surprise at my ability.  "Mandy, you sure love black seed.  You deserve every inch of my cock," Greg confessed.  He then laid on his back and let me ride him.  I brought myself to four orgasms on his shaft.  It seemed like his cock was designed to give a woman ultimate pleasure.  I finally just sat there and let him drill me from underneath.  After an hour of non-stop sex Greg finally dumped his load into my unprotected pussy.  He must have deposited a gallon of black sperm in me.  I fell over in complete exhaustion from the dicking.

Greg had me lick the excess cum and female juices from his spent member before issuing the all clear.  Several guys jumped onto the mattress and tried to take Greg's place.  I squeezed my vaginal muscles as hard as possible to provide a little bit of stimulation for the others.  Many of them ended up using their hands to reach orgasm and just shooting it into my stretched hole.

After six guys had cycled through my pussy it appeared unfuckable.  Many of the guys protested the idea of dipping into their friends sperm.  Many of them took another turn on my swollen breasts.

Greg suggested that I take a few for the team and open up my butt.  In my dazed state there was nothing that I wouldn't agree too.  I lifted my legs over my head and stretched my ass cheeks apart.  Cum had drained from my pussy onto my butt hole.  One of the guys slid in his cock and got to work.  He only lasted a few minutes in the tight crevice before dumping his load.  The others in line were very appreciative for the extra lubrication.

I spent the next two hours accepting black cock in every hole possible.  They fucked me so hard that I eventually blacked out.  I woke up to a bright ray of light shining into the van.  The guys had left me in the vehicle to sleep from the night's activities.  There was dried cum all over my body and in my hair.

I left the van and snuck into the fraternity house.  The guys all whispered as I walked past to get into the bathroom.  After a quick shower and change of clothes my husband could hardly notice the cloud of infidelity hanging over my head.  I choose a tight pair of jeans for the trip home.  We didn't stay long in the morning because there was a lot of uneasiness in the air.  Greg said bye to Malcolm and gave me a hug as well.  Several of the guys also offered farewell embraces.

My husband secured Malcolm in the car while I limped behind.  I think the soreness in my vagina was more intense than after child birth.  The tight jeans didn't help either.  I slid my body into the car and hoped my sexual appetite had been satisfied for the time being.  I couldn't continue to lead this double life for long.

As always, stay tuned for more great stories of debauchery.

Bungholio79        

            

                   

         
