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I personally admit to myself that I did not understand the fascination of black men and their cocks. Perhaps my view was skewed by the numerous porn videos of young, slender fair-skinned girls squealing at the sight of darkened flesh in their face. Or how a group of close friends gossiped and catcalled when one of their own bragged about their first black dick. It could be that well-coined phrase “Once you go black, you never go back.” For some reason, I just could not comprehend the obsession over black cocks.
It comes off as a bit racist, but I am not a middle-class suburban Caucasian wife with two c***dren and a dog. I am not a quiet, demure petite east Asian school girl nor a sensual, exotic Latina girl; in fact, I am black myself. Warm, mahogany skin, wide hips, size double-D breasts, thick full lips, and kinky, coily hair to describe my body minimally. Despite being raised in a conservative, predominantly black neighborhood, I felt no personal desire nor attraction to men who shared the same amount of melanin in their skin as myself and it didn't bother me in my collegiate years.
However, enter the real world and my black cock obsessed friend Jeff. Two inches above me at 5'8”, Jeff was a slender, naturally tan, fashion-forward gay man with a penchant for black men. Cleverly dressed in a dark brown shirt, suede jacket and tailored slacks, the courteous fashion designer that was well spoken and respected by the community was gushing over his recent triage.
“And after I got them over to my place, I was like 'come on, let me see 'em boys.' They dropped their pants and oh- it was so luscious!” He sipped his cup of rose and jasmine tea. “They were so long and thick, could barely wrap my hand around them!” He flexed open his lengthy, skeleton fingers into a circle to indicate the thickness of the cocks. “But oh, they tasted so good in my mouth and I even let them ride me bareback.”
I nearly choked on my black bean burger as I heard the last part. Proclaiming himself as more of a top than a bottom, Jeff rarely let any man fuck his bubble butt, much less bareback. I steadily reached for my glass of water and sipped it fervently. Noticing my sucking sounds, Jeff stopped himself and looked at me.
“Jesus, Tia, didn't know you were that thirsty, girl!” Once the water dislodged the piece out of my throat, I put the glass down and looked up at him.
“Didn't expect you to instantly bottom for a pair of black men.” I replied. “With each new episode, you seem to be turning into a black cock manslut.” I watched Jeff's face, hoping to get a disgusted or offended expression from my casual remarks, but instead a calm, blissful state curved his lips, relaxed his eyebrows and closed his eyes.
“Mmm..me neither, but you've got to experience one in order to understand.” He explained. “You know how the saying goes-”
“-Don't even start.” I interrupted. “Ok, so now you're all 'black men are the best, yadda yadda.' You can have all the black men you want, I don't give a fuck.” Now a look of offense crossed his face.
“Tia, how can you say such things.” He started.
“I can and I just did.” I answered. “Take them all, I just have no attraction towards them. More for you and every other black-cock obsessed bitch out there.”
“And let me guess, you're the opposite? A white-guys-only kind of girl?” He taunted. “You know, not all black men are jerks, Tia. Some of them are really nice and will treat you well. Just give them a chance.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “They are very nice gentlemen in public. They have to be or else they risk being frisked by the police. But behind closed doors, just no way. And it's not like I'm avoiding them like the plague; it's just that everyone else seems to be..smitten by their presence.”
“You would too, Tia.” Jeff glanced down at his watch, keeping an eye on the time. “If you ever want to try one..”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I cut him off abruptly. “You seem to have a never-ending supply of them. “ In my mind, I lurched at the thought- how many of these dark-skinned men had Jeff taken? Even worse, how many of them were straight-acting men with wives and girlfriends getting their lengthy, thick pieces of meat sucked by an affluent and 'out' gay man?
“Well it's time for me to go, darling.” He cautiously pushed his seat back and stood up slowly, removing the napkin from his lap and straightening his clothes. Less cautious as he was, I stood up myself and merely wiped my charcoal slacks and re-buttoned the matching jacket. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek before departing for his hectic but luxurious office.
The rest of my afternoon slipped by quietly, as the deadline for the upcoming advertising campaign was weeks away. While I was busy analyzing the demographics of the target market, my mind wandered back to the our conversation. So perhaps I did have a conceited attitude towards black men; I had no purpose or intentions to. Memories of being the 'uncool' girl in middle and high school led me on a path to becoming a bit of a loner and escaping the attention of horny, egotistic males. I was naïve in thinking that most of the girls in high school left virgins; in light of Facebook, I learned that I was one of the very few virgin graduates. I had drummed up my lack of sexual activity as a lack of luck and popularity; if given the chance I would have lost my virginity in high school and more than likely with a black guy rather a white guy.
My mind clouded with even more suspicion and paranoia than reason. Was I just plain old scared of black men to avoid them in college? No, I reasoned, I was very friendly and amicable with the black men at my college; just none of them seemed to be very interested in me. Ok, so what about after graduation and the real world? I shrugged to my own thoughts- I treated every man like a suspect, capable of r****g me, it didn't matter if he was rich, poor, from England, Thailand, or Ethiopia. Consent was the key to every sexual encounter and my refusals for sex were greeted with a casual “Fine ma, you're missing out”.
Unable to focus on my market research any longer, I locked my computer and went home. A modest studio apartment within walking distance of a bus stop from downtown, I opened my door and immediately peeled off my jacket, boots, and slacks. Feeling free and inhibited, I walked over to my desk and turned on my laptop, then proceeded to sit down in my rather comfy beige rolling chair.
Once my internet connection was recognized, I typed in a free porn site into the browser and began searching for videos. I typed in “BBC” and over 1,000 results popped up. Scrolling through the video choices, I finally clicked on one with the title “My wife fucks 3 BBC while I film”. I waited patiently for the video to load.
A porcelain, overweight woman with mussy brown hair and deep brown eyes appeared on the screen. She was completely nude and flaunting her figure- she had an ample bust that resembled small pillows but with bright pink nipples, a flabby stomach rolling on itself at least two times, and wide hips with cellulite and stretch marks covering the landscape of her thighs and ass. After twirling herself around in front of the camera, she sat down on an old, worn mattress in a cluttered room that would make Jeff cringe with disgust.
On cue, three black men walked on screen, encircling the plump wife like sharks around its prey. The video quality was rather weak, but I was able to distinguish the men apart from one another. One man had a goatee and his skin was a smooth milky chocolate; the second man was shaven and had the thickest set of lips I had seen, the last guy was 'light-skinned'; he had a full mustache and beard and toffee skin. All three of the men were wearing wife beaters and extremely baggy pants; they gave a complete disregard for the bed as they hopped onto it still wearing their sneakers.
With a look of amazement and astonishment on her face, the wife unfolded her legs and allowed the men to run their long, thick fingers all over her body. The man with the goatee took to her right breast, licking and sucking the nipple between his rugged lips while the shaved man opened and pried her lips with his own, sticking his tongue inside of her mouth. The light-skinned man rubbed and massaged her inner thighs up to her pussy, where he cupped it with his full hand. Using his palm, he jiggled the flabby outer skin of her pussy towards the camera before prying the outer lips open to reveal her pink labia and clit.
“Look at pussy, we gonna beat that shit up.” He teased and the other two men laughed in response. A bit turned off by the vulgar language, I muted the video while the woman was still being fondled and licked by the three black guys. Then, within a five-second window, the men kicked off their shoes and took off their pants, revealing their cocks.
I admit that I was very impressed with their figures. The man with the goatee spouted seven inches in length (not including the balls) and nearly three inches in diameter; the shaven man was an inch longer but only two inches in diameter; the light-skinned one..I could have sworn it was a fake dildo or something- he was two inches longer than his shaven comrade but thicker than his goatee one. The woman's jaw dropped at the sight of the cocks and they were not even fully hard yet. Spitting into the palm of her chubby hands, she wrapped them around two of the cocks while taking the third in her mouth. Her husband, quite experienced with the camera, moved around the bed, zooming in on close-ups of his wife coordinating hand and blow jobs to the three well-endowed men.
I repeatedly kept turning the sound on and off as I fought with my disgust for their dirty talk and love for sucking noises. The woman was pretty good at taking a thick cock in her mouth- she slurped and suckled on the lengthy pricks, getting them juicy wet before her head was held and the cock slid past her teeth and down her throat. She gagged twice, coughing up a translucent mix of phlegm, mucus and spit and gargled frequently while being face-fucked.
The light-skinned man with his larger-than-life dick, motioned the woman to lie down on her back to better position her body for him. In a frantic hurry, the husband got up close to the woman and zoomed in as the guy eased the head of his dick in her pussy. With a low moan as encouragement, he continued pressing his cock into her until he was almost balls deep inside. Her legs held apart by the other two men, he began fucking her pussy relentlessly, pounding the body and making the body fat jiggle nonstop. I watched with earnest lust as the men rotated in a circle around the woman, one pounding the pussy while the other two were using her mouth. My own pussy soaked until the bittersweet ending, in which the men released themselves all over her body, spraying their cum on her tits, belly and inner thighs. She rubbed the cum all over, enjoying it thoroughly and the clip ended, with the men satisfied and her tired but very pleased. There was no anal in this video, and it left me a bit disappointed.
I wasted another two hours watching porn clips, some featuring women getting fucked in the ass by a big black cock, while others included scrawny white men sucking off their larger endowed partners. My pussy was thick and gushy and my tongue salivated at the sight of men and women enclosing their mouths around a chocolate dick. I wasn't jaded, I told myself, I am attracted to black men, it is just the opportunity to have one for myself never came. Looking at my phone, I asked myself silently if I wanted to take the chance.
“Hey girlfriend,” Jeff picked up on the other end.
“Hey,” I said, quite breathy. “You know, I think I will take up on your offer.” A little girl squeal escaped his mouth.
“Now this is something I never expected!” He replied. “Tomorrow night, eight-o-clock at my place?”
“Deal,” I answered and quickly hung up. I had the rest of the night and all day tomorrow to fight between my growing lust and impeding fear. I rubbed my prominent clitoris to a whimpering orgasm, climbed into bed and went to sleep.
I was walking down a dimly lit street downtown late at night. Dressed in a short skirt and wearing a blazer, I frantically paced down the street. I was being stalked by a group of tall, husky black men. Just as a bypassed an alley with a trash dumpster, I felt two hands grab me around my waist and lifted me off of my feet. I kicked and screamed, trying to attract attention to my scene but no one was around. With the help of his buddies, the guy dragged my body down the alley and tore off my blazer, exposing my round breasts and pert nipples. The men forced me to squat, lifting my skirt up in the air to expose my bare ass. Their hands grabbed and squeezed my breasts and stuck their fingers in my pussy and ass. I yelled again for help, this time my mouth was stuffed with a gargantuan cock. Holding my head by the ears, my face was fucked by this cock, making me gag several times, even choking to the point of passing out. My legs were split apart and a cock slid in, breaking past the first set of walls, the cervix, uterus and deep into the womb. I was crying and shaking as I was being gang-****d in the middle of the night. Would they kill me after they were through with my body? I wondered as one cock replaced another, dodging in and out of me, causing great pain. Then the cock in my pussy relented and two fingers dove in, scooping in a handful of the juices inside and spreading along the outside of my ass. “Oh no..” I begged, “Please don't fuck me there..” A huge thick cock pressed its forehead at the entrance of my ass and pushed in slowly, making me scream at the top of my lungs- but no sound was coming out. Instead, the laughter and grunting of the men around me pounded into my head as I sobbed, wailed and cried into humiliation...
I woke up with a racing heartbeat and in cold sweats. I pulled my blankets back and there was not a trace of blood on the sheets. As I swung my feet to the side of the bed, I felt no pain in between my thighs or in my buttocks. I let a small sigh of relief; I had not been gang-****d. The insides of my pussy itched and I spread my legs to find wet, sticky juice protruding from the lips and making a thin, slimy coat on my innermost thighs. In spite of my deep-ridden fears, the dream left me wet and aching to be handled roughly. Knowing Jeff, he wouldn't allow such men near me and I assured myself that it was for the best not to think of such debauch matters.
The bleak morning hour transformed into dawn and I grumpily slew through my day at work, starting on my market research analysis report for the new products. I fidgeted more than normal in my chair and even had to rub my clit twice in the restroom to distract my mind. Once five-o-clock hit, I abruptly turned off my computer and caught the first bus to my apartment. Deciding not to go too slutty in my outward appearance, I dressed in a pair of loose pantaloons and a v-neck tank top that left enough cleavage to garner attention but not enough to suggest that I was a slut. I put on a pair of flats and applied a small amount of makeup on my face. No point in dressing up if I was going to suck and fuck cock, I thought.
I arrived at Jeff's apartment complex fifteen minutes before eight-o-clock. Calling him on the phone, I knocked at his front door and waited for him to open it. Even in casual clothes, Jeff always seem to be in top fashionable shape- he was wearing a skin-tight forest green top with open sleeves, khaki shorts and a black belt with the Armani logo on the buckle. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, he invited me inside and instructed me on where to put my shoes.
“Come along in, dear.” After I pulled my shoes off, he grabbed my hand and led me into his spacious bedroom, all neat and organized.
“Now this is how the evening will play out,” He explained, “You hide in that closet right there-”He pointed to a walk-in closet with air vents on the door, “-and I'll get the boys all warmed up and relaxed. Then, on my cue, you'll bust out and go 'voila! Do me!' ok?” I nodded eagerly. “Alright then, girl, let's get this party started!”
I opened the walk-in closet and found more than enough room inside to be able to sit without riding my pantaloons too terribly up my ass. As soon as I shut the door from the inside, I could hear Jeff's voice float in from the front door. “Come on in, come on in.”
My eyes fixated on the two gentlemen Jeff brought into his bedroom, one was a tall, slim muscular man with silky ink skin that looked purplish in hue. His companion was the same rich skin tone, shorter, and with wider shoulders, bulky arms and thighs, and sturdy legs to support his figure. Unlike the video I watched, the men had taken their shoes and socks off before entering the room and were casually undressing themselves before starting. When the two men finally took off their boxer-briefs and freed their limp cocks, I drew in a sharp breath that received a 'oh no you don't' glare' from Jeff. The slim guy had the longer dick, he was stroking it with both of his ghastly hands and the cafe au lait head was protruding out of his two closed fists. The bulkier guy had a shorter but extremely thick cock- he couldn't wrap his entire hand around it even in its softer state.
Once undressed, the men climbed onto Jeff's plush, luxurious bed while Jeff crawled in between naked himself. He took the longer cock into his mouth and began sucking earnestly, his thin puckered lips clasping on the ridges of the ebony shaft. His head rocked forward and back as he took more of the length inside of his defined mouth. Then he flipped over and began to suck the thicker cock, and with only the head inside of his mouth, his cheeks were puffed out and mouth stretched to its limit. The only sounds of his mouth service was the occasional slurping over the head, or the suctioning when the guy forced more of his cock into Jeff's mouth and withdrew quickly. The two men didn't kiss themselves, but instead ran their hands up and down Jeff's slim body, pinching and twisting his sensitive brown nipples and occasionally spanking his round bubble butt. They made degrading comments towards Jeff, which in a weird, nonsensical way turned me on.
“Yeah, suck that shit white boy..” “Go deep on that black cock.” “Take that black cock in yo' mouth, boy.” “Look at that thick white ass.”
“You gonna fuck him bareback?” The slim guy asked as the bulky guy pulled away from him. He contemplated the thought for a moment, then chuckled.
“Fuck naw, man. I know he clean and everything, but you never know what you might catch.” Jeff stopped sucking the slim guy's cock long enough to reach over to his drawer and pull out a box of Magnum XXL Condoms. Grabbing the box, the bulky guy dove in and took a condom package out; he then tore the package open and fumbled with the condom before slowly sliding it on his expansive and hardened cock. I guess those sex education videos were right- when applied properly, condoms can fit onto any cock. Once he got the condom on, he positioned Jeff on all fours and opened his legs wide enough so that his cock was hanging down and ass was poised up in the air. Grasping his hands on each of Jeff's buttocks, the bulky guy slowly inched himself inside of Jeff's tight asshole. Jeff grunted deeply in response and the slim guy started to roughly fuck his mouth.
I sat in the still darkness of Jeff's closet, awed and intrigued at his ability to handle two monstrous cocks. My pussy, still damp from last night, ached incredibly and I stuck a hand inside of my panties and flicked the clit around in a circle. It was an out-of-body experience- I felt my own lips salivating and pressuring on a cock and my own asshole stretched by another. My other hand slipped in the back of my panties and began to push my finger into my asshole. I was rubbing myself to an orgasm in my own aroused state.
“Hey, I think there's someone watching us.” The slim guy pointed out. I stopped dead in my tracks. Shit. Had I made too much noise while getting myself off? The bulky guy pulled himself off of Jeff's ass and faced the walk-in closet. He was moving his head around, trying to search for signs of life.
“Yeah..I think there is..” He replied as I held my breath. “Well come on out, man, no shame in being in the closet.” Both guys laughed. I remained still.
“It's ok.” Jeff stated. “You can come out if you want to.” Uncrossing my legs, I shakily stood up and slowly opened the closet door. Stepping out, the expression on the mens' faces went from curiosity to surprise.
“What the hell?” The slim guy yelled.
“Is this some kind of undercover shit?” The bulky guy torted, I shook my head.
“I don't know man..she might be one of those writers for Ebony or Essence talking about DL brothas.” The slim guy responded. I gritted my teeth; I actually wasn't a fan of either magazine, but I knew from time to time they covered stories like this.
“Man, we up out of here, I'll bust my nut elsewhere..” The bulky guy said and crawled off of the bed. The slim guy followed suit and together they began picking up their clothes.
I stood frozen in time, ashamed of my own presence; these men were enjoying themselves and I had ruined their fun. Jeff's voice brought me into the present.
“Tia, aren't you going to do something?” He asked and the bulky guy stopped picking up his socks and looked at me.
“Tia? Is that really..?” His voice drifted off and then he straightened up. “Aww man, it is her..look, DeJuan, remember Tia from high school?” DeJuan, with his firm ass in my direction, turned around and looked at me as well.
“..You know...yeah, man, she does look like Tia from high school.” He answered. “Mean-ass Tia!”
I flicked in my head who the two men were, preferring not to delve into my high school memories. After a minute, I finally found a match for the two men- DeJuan and Quentin, the so-called 'devilish duo' of school. While they casually hit on and swooned many girls in school (and successfully got into their panties), they endlessly teased me upon sight. I had grown a dislike for the two boys and never talked to them at all.
“Yes, it is.” I stated begrudgingly, resenting my turn-on for the two men. “You'd be mean too if you kept getting teased.”
“Hey now,” Quentin said, stretching his arms out, “We were trying to hit on you, mami, with your big titties and fine ass.”
“Yeah,” DeJuan added, “We kept trying to get your number, take you out, even just say hi, but you just kept your stuck-up self away from us.” The men looked at each other and in a moment, it felt like we were back in high school, which I had no desire to re-live.
“So what's popping? Does watching brothers get sucked and fucked by a dude turn you on?” Quentin asked as DeJuan screwed his face.
“Never heard a woman into that, man.” He replied and both of them laughed.
“Yeah-yeah-yeah,” I stammered, “I have this crazy fetish for man-on-man action. Jeff said it was ok if I watched, as long as I stayed quiet.” I decided it was entirely too early to plunge into my first black cock experience, especially with high school bullies. Creating a sick-but a bit true- fetish for gay sex was my opt-out of the situation, and I only prayed that Jeff would play along and let me leave.
“Is that true man? Why didn't you tell us?” Quentin asked, looking at Jeff. He shook his head.
“That girl is lying,” He said, with a smirk on his face, “She actually has never had a black guy, believe or not.”
“Oh I can believe it, as mean as she is!” The men laughed, “Began thinking she was a butch-”
“Yes, yes, I am..” I interjected.
“Tia, quit it. You're as straight as they come, maybe bi, but honey you love dick, you just haven't experienced a good one yet.” Jeff said. I could feel Quentin's and DeJuan's eyes examining my body; they dropped their clothes and walked over to me. I gulped and began to back away, only to feel one of their hands on my ass.
“Hey now, ma, why you all in denial and shit?” DeJuan asked as he looked down my shirt at my cleavage.
“Always the meanest ones that want it the most, man,” Quentin said as he turned his hand under my ass and lifted the cheeks. “I bet she's just wanting a dick up that sweet ass.” DeJuan slid his hand into the V of my shirt and groped my breast.
“Hehe, yeah..and her pussy probably needs some rough pounding too,” With his other hand, Quentin went inside of the pant legs and began rubbing my pussy with his thick fingers.
“She's real wet and gushy too,” He remarked as he slid a finger inside of my walls and began fucking me with it. I moaned in spite of myself, creating another round of chuckles.
“Let's get her naked, I want to see the goods.” Quentin removed his hands from my pussy and ass and with DeJuan, grabbed one of my arms and dragged me to the bed. Forcing me to lie on my back, Quentin and DeJuan got on opposite ends of my body and began taking off my clothes. Quentin grabbed the top of my pantaloons and peeled them off of my body while DeJuan jerked both my shirt and bra over my head and shoulders. DeJuan whistled as his hands returned to my breasts, now free of their constraints.
“Damn, she fine as fuck,” He commented as he leaned over and began licking and sucking my nipples earnestly. Meanwhile Quentin kissed my panties, running his tongue along the part where it covered my clit and outer labia.
“She tastes good too, man.” He pushed the panties over to the side and stuck his tongue on the edge of my clit, teasing it with miniscule licks. I whimpered in anticipation and tried to lean my pussy forward, but with little success. He then moved his head forward and wrapped his lips over my labia and clit, creating a natural suction. Wiggling two fingers inside of my pussy a second time, he pistoned the fingers in and out of me while sucking on my clit. I moaned and thrashed in an orgasmic fury from the pleasure the two men were giving me.
“She all ready now for some fucking,” Quentin said as he withdrew his head from my pussy and scooted up to me with his thick duck, re-hardened at the entrance of my pussy. DeJuan, satisfied with my stiff nipples sat up and brought his softened dick to my lips.
“Aw what's the matter? Never sucked a dick in your life?” He taunted as Quentin, holding my legs edged himself into my tight pussy. The sheer thickness of his cock grazed against me and I screamed out in pain only to have my mouth stuffed with DeJuan's cock. Quentin kept pushing inside of my pussy and making me wail, which only made DeJuan shove his cock further in my mouth. The heat caused by the friction of Quentin's dick expanding my pussy stung me immensely, and once he got all of himself inside of he, he started shoving in and out of my hole just like he did with Jeff's ass. DeJuan held my head firmly as he rolled his hips in an elliptical mouth, gliding his cock along the insides of my mouth and lips. Quentin slowed his movements and grind into my pussy, rubbing the top of his pelvis against my clit. I moaned in delight and decided then and there to make the best of the situation. I earnestly sucked on DeJuan's cock, catching him off guard by my sudden wantonness.
“Damnnn..she do know how to suck a dick,” He groaned as he breathed in hard. Quentin heaved with each slow grind on my clit and reached forward to touch my breasts. He tweaked and pinched my nipples extremely hard and I cried in pain.
“Hehe, she really does like it,” Quentin stopped grinding and picked up the pace. “Let's see if we can make this bitch cum on my dick.” He grabbed my legs and lifted them high in the air, with a muscular jolt, he thrust himself in my pussy and fucked me without any mercy. With his cock still in my mouth, DeJuan stretched his arm over my body and massaged my clit vigorously. He took his cock out of my mouth and I whimpered, wailed, and moaned to my orgasm.
“Oh fuck...ooohhh...oh shit...ffuuuucccckkkK!!!” I screamed as my pussy clenched on Quentin's cock. He grunted hard as he pulled himself out of my pussy with a sharp popping noise.
“Damn, that was hot, ma,” He said, laughing, “Almost busted my nut in there.” He moved away from me and crawled over to Jeff, who was stroking his cock while watching me be manhandled by the two of them. DeJuan climbed over my body and posed his cock at my entrance. He sat there for a moment while I lied there, breathing from my orgasm recovery. He grabbed my hips and motioned me to get on my hands and knees. Once I got into the doggy style position, he placed his hands on my ass and rammed his cock inside of me.
“Ooooh...”I crooned; unlike Quentin who went easy inside of me, DeJuan went straight into fucking, trying his hardest to get his entire length inside of my pussy. He was having fun slapping and shaking my ass cheeks, watching them bounce against his body.
“Look at that ass jiggle,” He stated as I moaned. “Just begging for a dick inside.” He pulled out of my pussy and opened my ass cheeks wide. Spitting into the asshole, he pried a finger in to pucker it before putting his head at the tip.
“Aww man, you ain't-” Quentin said. DeJuan laughed.
“Hell yeah I am.” Keeping both of my ass cheeks open and spread apart, DeJuan began to push his dick inside of my extremely tight asshole. I screamed, I wailed, I cried in horrific agony. The pain was unbearable, it felt like I was taking the largest shit in my life. It burned and ached continuously, every inch of my colon felt spread out and invaded. I looked towards Jeff, but he wasn't helping me in this situation- he was too busy trying to get the cum out of Quentin's dick to care about my dilemma. I buried my head into the back of my hands and screamed until my breathing stopped and my eyes rolled back.
I woke up still feeling the burn in my asshole but not as terribly as before.
“Damn, did the bitch pass out?” Quentin asked, DeJuan chuckled.
“Might have, but her ass sure does feel great..” Fuck, I thought. How long had I been out? Only a few minutes, I surmised, or else Jeff would have certainly noticed and stopped DeJuan from fucking me. I quietly simpered as DeJuan pumped my asshole with his cock.
“Does it now?” Quentin asked.
“Yeah, you should get some of this.” DeJuan pulled out of my ass, allowing for the hole to close back up again while he and Quentin switched places.
“Please, please, no.” I begged. If DeJuan hurt like hell, Quentin was Satan himself.
“Aww, come on now baby girl. You done good this far. Bet you really like it too.” He stuck his fat cock at the tip of my asshole and slowly began to press in. The burning fire returned, this time intense, it felt like my entire insides were on fire and I wasn't sure if I was ever to going to perform any bodily functions for the rest of my life. I screamed again, lurching my lungs and my consciousness into exhaustion.
The second time I came around, Quentin's cock was out of my asshole and I was grateful. I woke up in time to hear both Quentin and DeJuan cum over Jeff's open and willing mouth. Thick, huge globs of white fluid oozed out of Quentin's cock, dribbling onto the upper lip of Jeff's mouth and eventually sliding down his tongue and in his throat. Translucent, viscous fluid shot out of DeJuan's cock, at first spraying Jeff's nostrils and upper lip before finally making its goal of his mouth. Jeff licked outside of his lips, getting as much cum as possible.
“Hey man, we gotta up and leave.” Quentin patted Jeff. “But uh, thanks for the present.” He slid off of the bed and grabbed his clothes.
“Yeah, for real, man..never thought I'd get a chance to fuck her.” DeJuan added. “Best pussy and ass this side of town!” He got off of the bed as well, grabbing his clothes and changing in one of Jeff's bathrooms. I lied there still on the bed, exhausted from the rough fucking and kept my eyes closed as both men returned the room.
“Hey, uhm, we be at the club next Friday to make the rounds, so keep us on lock, ok?” DeJuan asked as Jeff smiled.
“Sure thing, loves. You're safe with me.” Jeff replied. I was too tired to even understand their coded conversation. I peeked an eye open to see Quentin looking down at me and putting a hand on my breast.
“Call me sometime, girl.” He whispered, knowing I was conscious. “Love to do you nice and slow again.” He squeezed my breast one more time, bringing his hand up to the nipple, where he pinched and tweaked it hard. I let out a low grunt, and that seemed to be a good enough answer.
“Alright, see y'all later. We out.” Quentin and DeJuan left the room and out of Jeff's apartment, back into the real world. After about fifteen minutes of resting there, I finally sat up only to have my ass burn in immense pain.
“Shit..” I muttered. “I don't know how you gay men do it. That was fucking painful.” Jeff laughed at me.
“Sweetheart, that shit takes time. You a fan of your own kind now?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah..they're not bad.” I answered. “Just wished they were a bit more gentle and they could have asked-” We spent the next hour or so discussing what happened. I finally was able to get off of the bed and walked, and was surprised when I saw blood stains on Jeff's bed. No wonder I burned like crazy, they were rupturing some serious organs in my bowels and pussy. I washed and cleaned and decided to crash on Jeff's couch for the night before going home the next morning.
The next morning, I visited a gynecologist to have my pussy and ass checked. My vagina for the most part was ok, the outer lips were a bit bruised, but the cervix and uterus were in good condition. My ass hole on the other hand was a different story. The splinter was severely damaged to the point where I needed to be catherized for a couple of days to allow the splinter to naturally heal. The damage to my bowels weren't too terribly bad, but it took a rather long time to heal as. For a few weeks, I had difficulty going to the restroom and stuck to a liquid diet to avoid taking epic shits.
DeJuan and Quentin were d**g traffickers; their base were all the 'queer' nightclubs in the 'good side' of town. They sold crack-cocaine and heroin, and only performed their business on certain nights. Since Jeff knew the owners of all of the nightclubs, DeJuan and Quentin needed his insider connections to conduct their business without being caught by law enforcement. The exchange for conducting business was letting Jeff suck their dicks and allow them to fuck his ass. Jeff claimed that he was the only guy the men fucked on a regular basis, but I wouldn't be surprised if there were more men who treated them with their mouths and assholes.
I never did call Quentin for another hookup; I felt no need or desire to. He and DeJuan had done more than enough damage to my body that I lost what little attraction for them. In future sexual encounters I didn't actively hunt down black men, but I didn't turn a pleasantly nice one down either.