My Wonderful Life Pt1

MY WONDERFUL LIFE Pt1 By Slirpuff Ted took the transfer from San Jose Calif. to Atlanta Georgia for one reason and one reason only, because there was no upward movement in his current division. He had worked for Tempco for six years and had done everything they?d asked for and more but there was nowhere to go. Bob, his boss, was only eight years older than him and had already told Ted ?he was going nowhere.? Ted still did over and above the rest. If they wanted 10% trimmed from the project, he found 15%. If they wanted a new draft done by Wednesday, he worked through the weekend and had it on his boss?s desk by Monday morning; in other words he lived for his job. When the position opened up in Atlanta, Bob put Ted?s name in for it without even asking him. He wrote Ted a glowing letter of recommendation and sent that along with letters from their top ten customers to the division?s general manager. Rick, Atlanta?s general manager reviewed everything and called Bob. ?Why in the hell, would you let someone like Ted get away?? he asked. ?Look, Ted makes my job so much easier, but eventually he?s going to get frustrated and move on to one of our competitors? Bob told him. ?I?d rather lose him to another division than lose sales in this shit market.? ?Rick take my word for it, you?ll never regret hiring Ted? Bob informed him. Two days later Bob called Ted into his office. ?I put your name in for the project leaders position in Atlanta,? he told a stunned Ted. ?The job is yours if you want it? he said with a shit-eating grin. ?I told their general manager he?d be lucky to have you, so don?t make a liar out of me.? Ted thanked him, and by Friday, was driving with all his earthly possessions towards Atlanta. It took Ted a little less than two weeks to find an apartment and get settled in. Rick had introduced Ted to his team, and it looked like everything was going his way; that is, until he met Carla Carla had been up for the project leader?s position and was livid when she found out she?d been passed over. She?d been with the company two years longer than Ted, but was told she wasn?t professional enough; in other words, she?d pissed off people in higher places. Pulling her aside the first week Ted tried to have a heart to heart talk with Carla. ?I know your pissed you didn?t get the job, but it wasn?t my doing? Ted tried to explain. ?I hope we can work together because we?ve got a lot of new projects and it looks like we?re going to be very busy for the next quarter.? ?Look, I?m not mad at you Ted? Carla told him. ?It?s just that I?ve busted my ass since I?ve been here and for what, only to have the suits in ivory tower stab me in the back.? ?Look I?ll do my job for eight hours but don?t expect any more than that? she vented. ?That?s all I can ask for; and if you?ll excuse me I?ve got a meeting to go to.? Ted was happy to end this conversation and luckily he had a production meeting to go to. Three projects later, Ted was riding a high. The projects had either come in under budget or a head of schedule and the team was given bonuses. Friday morning, Ted told his team that he was taking them all out for dinner and that he?d meet them at Outback right after dinner. Everyone showed except Carla. After dinner, everyone headed out to the local watering hole; that?s when Ted saw Carla on the dance floor. He waited until she?d gone back to her table before approaching her. ?Missed you at dinner? he told her. ?So?? she replied ?It?s just that everyone else was there, and it was my way of thanking the group for all their hard work over the last three months.? ?Look Ted, I like you even though you?re nothing more than a corporate lackey? she told him. ?I told you at the get go, I would give you eight hours a day, so at 5:01 I?m on my own time.? ?I have a life outside of work and just because you don?t, don?t try to make me feel bad.? ?So why don?t you go back to your work buddies, talk shop or whatever you like to do after work and leave me the fuck alone? Carla yelled at him. ?I guess now I see why corporate didn?t give you the job? Ted replied as he walked away from a fuming Carla. Ted didn?t get ten feet away when Carla spun him around. ?Listen fuck head, you want to know the real reason I didn?t get the job?? she yelled. ?I wouldn?t sleep with the general manager,? ?Even though the shit head is married, he wanted to take me to dinner and talk about my future with the company.? ?When I asked him if he was bringing his wife along, he told me that it was to be our little secret.? ?I told him if he ever talked like that to me again, I?d notify not only H.R., but I?d call his fucking wife; that stopped him in his tracks.? ?I guess nothing ever changes, women are suppose to get ahead by lying on their back; but not this one? Carla said walking away. Ted was stunned, and didn?t know what to say so he just went back to his table. A few off the record conversations with his team backed up what Carla had told him. ?Now I know why she was so fucking pissed,? he said to himself. Monday morning Carla walked into my office, closed the door and sat in the chair in front of my desk. ?I?m sorry I took my anger out on you Friday? she started. ?I had more than a little too much to drink and I was out of line,? she told him. ?I?m not sorry for what I said about the other assholes here, but I am sorry about grouping you in with them.? ?No problem Carla, I guess you kind of got fucked over and I was your sounding board.? ?Look, I?m not asking you to sleep with me, just be a member of the team, it?ll make it easier on all of us? he said trying to smile. ?So why don?t you want to sleep with me anyway, do you think I?m ugly or something?? ?Your hand must be getting one hell of a workout, since I know you haven?t gone out with anyone since you moved here? she said laughing. ?This is one conversation I?m not going to have with you girl, because it?s going to get me in nothing but trouble no matter what I say? Ted replied. ?So why don?t we just drop it, shall we?? ?Suit yourself, but I am dynamite in bed; I have references if you need them? she said walking out of his office. ?Was that a setup or was she flirting with me,? Ted said watching her ass as she walked down the hall. ?No matter, she?s trouble with a capital T? he said to himself as he went back to work. For the next two months the relationship between us changed; for the better, I think anyway. I can?t say she flirted with me, but she was a lot nicer. You see, Ted wanted it all; a good job, a loving wife and the house with the picket fence around it and was willing to wait for the right girl. We were down to the wire on a big project and things weren?t going too well. Management kept reminding me that there was a large penalty clause that was going into effect Monday if we missed Friday?s shipment. I?d worked until midnight all week and figured we didn?t have a chance in hell of making it, with all the problems that kept popping up, when Carla got the rest of team together. ?Look, how many of you can pull an all nighter tonight? She asked. ?If Keith and Dan can finish the last two drawings, and Ted, Sue and I finish the final ten manuals, we can make it,? she told them. ?I don?t like it any more than you, but the brass are going to come down hard on us if they have to start paying a penalty clause; what do you say?? Everyone agreed and ran to their phones to make plans for the night. ?If we pull this off, you owe me a real date? Carla informed Ted. ?And not some cheap ass place, I want to be wined and dined; do you understand?? ?We pull this off, I?ll even do your laundry for a week? he told her. ?You?d probably like looking at all my underwear,? she said smiling at him. ?I?d rather you look at it while I?m still wearing it.? We made it with two hours to spare. FedEx picked up everything up at 3:30 pm and we were home free. I called the engineer, informed him that the final materials would be to him Monday before 10:30 am and to call me if he had any questions. A loud cheer went out in our office as I told the team they did one hell a hell of a job and to get their butts out of here until Monday. I was rubbing my 48-hour growth when Carla handed me one of her business cards. ?On the back is my address and phone number? she told him. ?Sat 8:00, don?t be late and I?d better be impressed? she told him. I spent the next hour calling restaurants seeing what was available. The place I found wasn?t my first, second or even my third choice; but that?s all that was available on such a short notice. I hadn?t done any real dating in the last four years, so I was more than a little rusty. I picked Carla up and she looked hot. She had a strapless black number on that hugged her in all the right places. Let?s see, about 5?6?, short brown hair and now that I could see them, about 36C breasts; she was more than easy on the eyes. We went to an upscale steak house called Reggie?s. It was upscale without being snobby. We started off the evening a little tense, but after the second bottle of wine everything seemed to flow. I gave her my brief history and she in turn, opened up to me. She?d graduated second in her class but had been a little too aggressive at her first two jobs. She liked her current job and when my position came available she figured she was a shoe in; well she thought so any way. After she shot Rick down she knew she was screwed so she sat back an watched her future unravel. She was still mad as hell but no longer at him, Carla said as she stroked his hand. When the music started, Carla asked if he danced, ?yes but it?d been a long time? he told her. They had fun anyway. ?You dance like a stiff white boy? she told him in a mocking tone but at least you?re trying, not like most men. When a slow song started he pulled her close. ?Now this is more to my liking,? he said with a smile. He slipped a $20.00 to the waiter and told him he wanted a full set of slow songs. The waiter smiled, winked at him and said he?d do what he could. After the second song, they got into their grove and floated across the dance floor. Carla held him tight as he felt his dick start to get hard and only hoped that Carla didn?t notice. After the fourth song, Carla brought his lips down to hers and kissed him soft at first and then with a full mouth and tongue. ?Lets get out of here before you make me cum on the dance floor? she said as she squeezed his hand. Ted wanted her badly but was going to be the perfect gentlemen and then go home and beat off like a motherfucker. Carla snuggled next to him all the way back to her apartment. There was no mistaking the tent in his pants as he got out to walk her to her door. ?You want to come in for a little desert?? ?I?ve got something in the kitchen I know your going to love,? she told him. Not wanting the evening to end, he thought why not. She had a small apartment but it was well furnished. ?Sit down and I?ll be back with it in a second? Carla told him as she headed down the hall. Ted was looking around at her kitchen as she tapped him on the shoulder. ?Your desert is warmed up and ready to eat,? she told him as he turned around. There stood Carla totally nude with her hands on her hip. ?You?d better hurry up before it gets cold,? she told him as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. As they broke off the kissed she started taking his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt. At that point Carla led Ted down the hall to her bedroom. ?It?s been a long time since I?ve been with anyone? Ted warned her as he drew her close and kissed her. ?Don?t worry, I?m in no hurry? she replied. Naked on the bed, they rolled from one side to the other licking and sucking each other. It was Carla who took the lead as she pushed Ted back on the bed and told him to relax. ?Let?s get the first one out of the way shall we, this way you?ll last a lot longer when you fuck me? she told him as she swallowed his cock. God damm she was good as Carla swallowed his cock. At 7? he wasn?t hung like a horse, but he wasn?t short either. She took him all the way down to his balls and was using just enough spit and hands to drive his nuts. ?Oh god, I?m not going to cum? Ted said as he felt his first spurt release into her warm mouth. Instead of pulling off his dick, Carla increased her pace until she drained him completely, swallowed it all without missing a drop. Climbing up to his chest she kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth. The next words out of her mouth were, ?now let?s see how good of a pussy eater you really are.? The one thing Ted was was oral. He loved to kiss; lick and suck nipples and best of all, eat pussy. Carla lay back on the bed, pillow under her head and almost challenged him to make her cum. She?d thrown the gauntlet down, but he?d make her pay for it. Her pussy was almost totally shaved, all she had was a small landing strip of dark hair at the top. He teased her for the first few minutes licking her outer lips and occasionally licking the slit where they met. Ted could see drops of moisture forming at her slit opening as he probed it with his tongue and then into the folds of her cunt. The calm and reserved Carla was now pushing her hips up to give him better access to her pussy. Spreading her lips apart he licked her from the top of her slit all the way down to her asshole and the back up flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. He then massaged her now erect clit with his thumb and drove his tongue into her pussy as far as he could as she moaned above him. Working her clit with his tongue and fingers of one hand, he then work one and then two, with his other hand, up her pussy which made her climax the first time. Her clit, which was now almost a half-inch long, just starred at him as he finger fucked her now sloppy cunt. Flicking and twirling the tip of his tongue over her clit Ted now took it between his lips and started sucking on it like a little nipple. This drove Carla over the top. She pushed his tongue onto her cunt as she rubbed it all over his face. At this point Ted slipped two fingers into her pussy and two into her ass as he continued his assault on her clit. There was a sudden pause as Carla?s mouth opened and nothing came out; but that didn?t last long. ?Oh fuck, oohh fucking shit,? she screamed as she let loose. Carla almost broke Ted?s jaw as she drove her pussy onto his mouth. ?Oh god don?t stop,? she screamed as she held his head between her two hands now by his hair. How long she climaxed is anyone?s guess, but it seemed to go on for at least three minutes before she stopped shaking. ?I need you in me now god dammit? she yelled. ?I need to get fucked now,? Carla demanded as she pulled him on top of her. They did it missionary for the first couple of minutes, until she rolled him off and demanded he pound her ass. With her face in the pillows and her ass high in the air, Ted pounded her like there was no tomorrow. However, Carla gave no quarter and met his every stroke. The harder she pushed back, the harder Ted fucked her ass. This wasn?t a fuck, it was a full-blown war between the two of them and shit, he was losing. Even though he?d cumed only twenty minutes earlier, Ted was getting close again. Reaching down he began working her sensitive clit as he stroked away. Almost like a well-choreographed dance, they came together as he shot his load as deep as he could into her pussy. Shit, it felt like he shot three loads into her before rolling over on the bed next to her. ?Damm I needed that? Carla told him. ?I needed that bad.? ?You?re not half bad? she told Ted. ?With a little bit of work you could almost turn pro? she said laughing then kissing him again. ?One things certain, you sure do know how to eat pussy.? We never left her apartment all weekend. We sucked and fucked until early Monday morning; where she gave me a blowjob just before I left to go back to my own apartment for a change of clothes. The one thing she did ask is that we kept our activities to ourselves. ?I don?t want anyone at work to know my personal life,? she told him. Ted agreed it would be their secret. Even though no one from work knew it, Carla and I began dating quite heavily. We were usually together two to three nights during the week and once on the weekend. Damm that girl could ring my chimes; in more ways than one. She was smart, good looking and great in the sack. We tried things that I?d only read about in magazines or seen on porno movies; the girl had no hang-ups. The one thing that did somewhat bother me though, was that she liked to be in charge. I didn?t mind it sometimes but lately she began to push the issue at times. I usually didn?t give a shit where we ate, or what movie we went to go see, but at times I had to forcibly tell her that, no we weren?t going to that restaurant again or that I wanted to see this or that movie after seen three of her chick flicks in a row; and she wasn?t real happy those times. But our relationship took a real hit seven weeks into our dating. Carla said she had something going on Saturday night so we made plans for biking Sunday morning and a picnic lunch there after. I called Keith and asked him what he had cooking for Saturday night, not wanting to spend the night alone in my apartment. ?A bunch of us guys are going to check out that new dance club downtown? he told Ted. ?I heard it?s got five bars and a lit dance floor.? ?Why don?t you pick me up about 8:30 and we?ll check it out?? Keith told him. The place was packed and all they had was street parking. After parking and walking the two blocks to the club, we found that there was at least a half hour wait to get inside. I was about to say screw it when the rest of the group showed up. We were all bull shitting and looking at the hot women so the time flew by. It was almost a full hour before we got in. The club was plush and there was standing room only. We lined up at the bar and ordered two beers each because we knew it?d take forty-five minutes to get another round. Keith then found a spot along one wall for us, which gave us an unobstructed view of the dance floor. We were commenting on this girl or that one when Nick jabbed me in the ribs. ?Look who?s also here?? he yelled in my ear over the music. I looked over to where he told me but didn?t see anyone I knew until a few couples moved out of the way and then I saw her; Carla. She was dancing with a tall black guy on the right side of the floor. ?What the fuck was she doing here, and who?s the guy?? I thought to myself. ?Maybe she?s here with a group of friends, you know, girls night out? anyway that?s what I wanted to believe. I watched her dance with two other black guys and then a slow dance started. Her 5?6? frame was totally absorbed by the black guys large arms and body. If I didn?t know better, I?d swear she was fucking him on the dance floor as his hands explored every inch of her back and ass. ?Rumor has it, she likes dark meat? Nick yelled over at me. ?I?ve heard she?s taken on as many as three guys at once.? ?I?d love to tap that ass of hers,? he said with a big smile; but I wasn?t smiling. I watched her dance and flirt with both of the guys before kissing one then the other. I was getting sick as I chugged my second beer; fuck I just wanted to get the hell out of there but the guys asked to stay for just a while longer; I relented. I was trying to get the bartenders attention when one of the black guys came up behind me. I could hear him talking to someone as he told them that after the club closed, he and his buddy were taking their dates to his place for a little action, so not to call him until afternoon tomorrow. I wanted to turn around and punch the dude but I figure the fucker would wipe the floor with me if I tried anything stupid. I lost my thirst and went back to the group. I told them I was leaving and Keith said he catch a ride home with one of them; I just had to get the hell out of there. I drove around until about 1:00 and then did a stupid thing; I called Carla. When a guy answered her phone and said she was busy; I lost it and almost totaled my car. I lost track how much I drank between 1:00 and 4:00 in the morning; all I know is that I passed out at some point. The phone ringing in my pocket brought me back to life the following morning. Squinting at the number I tossed it on the bed next to me; it was Carla. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. After a long pee, I went back and slept until about 2:00 in the afternoon. Carla left me three messages asking me where the fuck was I and to call her; but I didn?t. I knew there would be hell to pay Monday; and I was right. ?Where the hell were you yesterday?? Carla yelled at me as she came into my office and slammed the door. ?I must have called your cell twenty times,? she continued as she stood there with her arms crossed looking at me. I was in no mood to get into it with her right then but she kept pushing the issue. ?Fine, I should have called you but I figured you were going to be too tired from your Saturday night?s activities? he said waiting for a reaction. ?Carla looked puzzled and then got it. ?You saw me out Saturday night didn?t you?? she asked. ?Yup? I said. ?And even heard your date tell his friend not to call him until after noon on Sunday because he planned on being very busy; if you know what I mean.? ?You could have at least given me a heads up so I wouldn?t have been blind sided? Ted told her. ?Maybe I missed the conversation where we agreed to be exclusive? she asked of Ted. ?Oh that?s right, we never had that conversation did we?? she said in a sarcastic tone. ?Look Ted, I like going out with you and your pretty good in bed, but I still want to see others for now? she told him. ?Well Carla, that where we differ.? ?If I?m going out with someone and especially going to bed with them, I want it be with them only; not with who knows whom else,? he told her. ?Did you sleep with them Carla?? ?That?s none of your business? she replied. ?I care to differ? Ted replied. ?If your going to bed with everyone, there is a chance that I may catch something I don?t want to catch; that?s why I thought we were exclusive.? How many times did I get sloppy seconds or even thirds Carla?? ?How many others cream pies have I eaten over the last three months?? he asked. ?None she told him.? You should know better than anyone, I do everything covered, so there?s no chance of you or I picking up anything,? she told him. ?Not true girl, condoms aren?t 100% so if your bedding anyone else but me; count me out? he told her. ?How many girls have you been with Ted; 10, 20 more maybe?? ?If it?s above 10, that puts you in the stud category.? ?But, if a girl has been to bed with 10 to 15 guys; that puts her in the slut category, see what I mean?? ?As you know, I love a wide variety of sex so if that makes me a slut; so be it and if you can?t handle it, oh well? she told him. ?Well Carla, it?s been nice but no thanks,? Ted finally told her. ?Well if your fragile ego can take it, it?s your loss bucko? Carla replied as she walked out of his office. Ted really liked her, but he wasn?t going to share her no matter what Carla thought. And, she was right, his male ego had taken a major hit too. He thought he could satisfy all Carla?s needs and wants; but I guess that wasn?t the case. After that, their team unity went down hill. Carla and Ted seemed to always be bickering about one thing or another. It came to a head about six weeks after their breakup. Ted was revamping a project that entailed redoing some of the work that had already been completed. The customer had changed a few of the project specifications and about 15% of the drawings and manuals needed to be reworked. During a Thursday production meeting Ted told his team. ?It?s not going to be that bad, all we need to do is the following in this order? as he laid out the new schedule. Everyone listened, moaned and groaned but knew it had to be done; that is all but Carla. She proceeded to tell everyone that this was how it should be done and that Ted?s way would cost them extra time and money. Finally Ted spoke up. ?Carla just do it the way I?ve outlined, please.? ?Who died and made you god?? was her quick reply. Ted was now pissed. ?If you don?t like the way I?m doing things around here, there?s the door,? he told her with steam coming out of his ears. ?Come on kids, let? play nice? Keith said trying to defuse what was going on. ?If you don?t, I?m going to have to send you to bed without your supper? he said tried to bring a little levity into the situation; but it didn?t work. Ted, fuming, went back to his office and Carla got pissed and went home. Ten minutes later Keith was in Ted?s office. ?You know she went home don?t you?? ?And your point is?? Ted responded. ?Look, don?t shoot the messenger, I just came to tell you.? ?She?ll be back tomorrow because we both know she needs this job? Ted told Keith. ?But it?s coming to the point I really don?t want her on my team anymore; she become more trouble than she?s worth.? Carla called in sick Friday so Ted picked up her work and reassigned it to other members of the team, which really pissed off Carla when she came back on Monday. ?You gave my work away?? she yelled. ?Look, you left here Thursday in a huff, didn?t show up on Friday, and I didn?t have a clue if you were even coming back on Monday; so I assigned your work to other team members? he told her. ?Well, what the fuck do I do now?? she screamed. ?You can pitch in and help Keith and Sue with their end of the project? he explained to her. ?I was the lead person, and now I?m going to be the gopher for Sue and Keith; I think not? she told him. ?You?re no better than Rick, just because I won?t sleep with you, you?re fucking me over.? Ted had about had it with her attitude. ?Look, don?t roll me in with your other problem children? he told her. ?I loved going out with you, but I wasn?t going to share you with every Tom Dick and Harry.? ?You had an issue with that, so it really wasn?t my fault, it was yours.? ?Now we?re at an impasse, if you feel you can?t work with me, I suggest maybe you find another team; or maybe a different job.? ?Fuck you and the horse you road in on? was her reply as she stormed out of his office. Carla spent the rest of the day trying to transfer to a different team without any luck. Everyone had heard about her recent out bursts and wouldn?t touch her with a ten-foot pole; she was stuck. She had to suck it up and work with the group or she?d be out on the street. She however was a vengeful bitch and knew she?d get back at Ted; one way or another. 6639 1.72/512345

Shelly's Diagnosis pt. 1

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The Perfect Couple (Part 2)

The Perfect Couple By Peter Pan Part 2 The New Life On the following saturday, Paul and Jacob moved in. Term time had not begun, so the two lads had all day available to fuck my wife. As I was at work, I would dream of what was happening, to find when I returned home that those dreams were pretty accurate. The three of them would spend the first couple of hours of the day in the boys bedroom sucking and fucking, and again in the afternoon prior to my return. I would walk into the bedroom to find my darling girlfriend lying on our bed with their come oozing from her cunt and asshole. She would beg me to suck her dry - which I became very eager to comply - and then for me to fuck her by now very wet pussy. I soon realised that my prick was not giving her the same friction or satisfaction as it used to. They were clearly stretching her! Soon after their arrival, one evening Paul began to tell us more about their college in Nigeria and the student scholarships. He also outlined his plan for our subjugation. Each of the 4 students who came to Birmingham University every year had been educated in the belief that the black male was sexually superior to the white male, and his natural partner was a submissive white female. Jane was everything they had been looking for - extremely submissive to black men, had a partner who was also submissive and enjoyed and actively encouraged her to fuck black men, and was willing to devote herself to this kind of lifestyle. Our owning a house with 6 bedrooms to let had been a huge bonus, the details of which we would determine later. Paul and Jacob were two of the first four students to pilot this programme, and had been desperate to find someone to fit their needs. Now that they had found Jane, they would introduce their other two colleagues to us. Their names were Samuel and James, an d they would be renting the 2nd bedroom on the 1st floor. This news took us aback, as we had not planned for any more students so soon, and had really not even considered the subject since meeting Paul and Jacob. However, the thought of two more black men fucking Jane turned us both on, and in any case, we had no say in the matter!! The very next day, Jane and the two boys started work on the second bedroom. It didn't seem to restrict their fucking too much, as I continued to return home to a come-covered girl, but within five days the room was ready. We were introduced to Sam and James! Both guys were equally as impressive as their pals. Neither were as tall, but both had tremendous physiques. Their skin was so black it was almost purple, and as Jane very quickly verified, had cocks which would make any man proud. Between 8 and 9 inches in length, they both had 7 inch girths, and rose vertically to the sky. That evening, Jane's sex life moved to another dimension. Up until then, her nirvana had been two black cocks pumping her cunt and ass simultaneously. Now she was to learn that more cocks brought even more pleasure. She could now suck on two alternatively as her other holes were being reamed out, and although she failed to get all four cocks to spurt at once on that first night, subsequent nights brought success. For myself, I revelled in my love's abundant pleasure. Not that I was able to witness much of the action. Jane was now fucking all four guys whilst I was at work, and I was happy to clean her orifices of their jism with my tongue on my return. I was told that from now on, Jane would sleep with Paul and Jacob each Monday night, and with Sam and James each Tuesday. Not that those arrangements meant the other couple could not fuck her on those nights! It would merely further Jane's subjucation to black men. Occasionally they allowed me the pleasure of seeing my love being fucked in various combinations, usually tied naked to a chair, unable to take any part in the proceedings, but always seeming to be able to bring myself off merely by watching her taking so much pleasure by being fucked by those big, hard and so black cocks. Jane still fucked me whenever I asked - as long as she was not busy with black cock - but now she had 4 black studs to satisfy her, it was they who satisfied her sexual excesses. I say satisfy, but it was clear that Jane was NEVER satisfied! After a heavy session with all four, it was Jane who approached THEM for more! A week into the new arrangements, the four young men summoned Jane and myself and told us to prepare for the next stage in our re-education. The new university year was due to start in four weeks time, and with it the second batch of Nigerian students! Yes, four more young black men would be starting their further education at Birmingham University, and they would be staying with us! Furthermore, the boy's guru and mentor, the Nigerian millionaire businessman himself, would be bringing them over - and taking the opportunity to meet us and explain what our future life would be like. All four boys were so excited about the news, and told us that if Mr Okembo approved of us, our future life would directed towards our complete subjugation by black males!! Jane asked what that would mean, but was told Mr Okembo would explain everything if we met his approval. Meanwhile we had four weeks to prepare the two bedrooms on the second floor. With four assistants and the incentive to please Mr Oke mbo,the task was completed with two days to spare. Fortunately, the second floor was in a much better state than the third, which would require some structural work carrying out. Finally the day arrived and we were introduced to Mr Okembo and his four new students. Mr Okembo obviously picked his students not only for their intellect, but their physical attributes too. The four newcomers were all 6' or more tall and built like young gods. However, none were as large or as awe-inspiring as the great man himself. He was 6' 4" tall and weighed 240 pounds - all of it muscle. Very impressive for someone who must hace been 50 years of age. He commanded us to sit down and explain our history to him , although I am sure he was fully aware of it from the four older boys. As we told our tale, he probed and tested our committment to the role of complete subservience to black men. Could Jane dedicate her life to fucking black men? do anything they asked without question? obey any and every instruction? Would I be happy to give black men complete and total authority over my wife-to-be? to let them fuck her anytime they chose, and in any way? Would I be able to submit myself to serve their wishes? Would I dedicate MY life to making Jane a total white sex slave to Mr Okembo and his black students for the rest of our lives? He explained that we were now at the crossroads of our lives. Both he and his students thought Jane was the most beautiful creature that they had ever seen. Her skin was so white, that nothing could be more erotic than the contrast with their coal-black bodies as they penetrated her every hole. He was satisfied that with her alabaster beauty, her extraordinary need for sex, her love for black cock, and the subservient nature of us both, we were the ideal couple for them. Would we now commit ourselves to a life style of worship of black men.!!! I turned to my darling Jane, took hold of both her hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. 'This adventure has moved much, much further than I had ever intended' I told her.'In my dreams, I was to have control of events. I would allow you to fuck other men, but in order to satisfy my fantasies. You would only fuck men when I permitted it, and stop if I didn't want you to. I didn't realise that I would never want you to stop! I never knew how much turned on I would be watching you fuck, particularly when it is by a number of men. I couldn't even dream how much more thrilling the experience is because the men are black, and I had no idea that I would love to be forced to obey those black men and actually yearn for them all to fuck you until you are full of their cum. If it helps you to make up your mind, I would love it to happen.' Jane's face broke into a huge smile. 'My darling John, you are not the only one who has been surprised at how events have progressed - and at the speed. When I agreed to fuck other men, I did it because I was afraid I might lose you. I thought it might be a short term injection of excitement, and we would return to a normal sex life. How could I ever have expected that I would be consumed by the love of black cock! I like having sex with you because I love YOU. I like all black men because I LOVE HAVING SEX WITH THEM!! I was dreading that you would not go along with such extreme conditions, because I do not know how I could cope without my black sexing. I LOVE IT! The more I get, the more I want! I knew before we met them that my sex drive was increasing, but I could never imagine how much I would crave to be fucked by black cocks. I worship them; I am constantly thinking about them; I dream about them; I can't contemplate now ever being without them. I want them to be fucking me all the time I am awake. I don't think I will ever be satisfied with one cock. You are different, darling because I love you, but it is not the completely mind-blowing experience I get by being fucked by black cocks in all my holes at once! I want my body covered in their cum. Cocks MUST be black. I have absolutely no interest in white cocks - apart from yours - and I will take as many as I can find. I want to be a black man's whore.'Gentlemen' she said turning to them.'Here I am. I agree to all your conditions. I will be your white sex slave. Do anything and everything you want to. I am totally and utterly yours.' Hardly had the words been out of her mouth, when the black men descended on her. They ripped off her clothes, such was the effect her words had on them, and I quickly removed mine. I was ordered to lick her cunt and ass to prepare her for their assault, as they removed their own clothes and started to caress and stroke her. 'Jane, you will now experience the greatest sex you ever will know' Mr Okembo shouted. You thought having three black cocks simultaneously was heaven, wait until you have experienced FIVE!' I moved away from Jane and saw Mr Okembo advancing on her with the largest cock I had ever seen. It was about 11 inches long and 7 inches round, but Jane was so wet with anticipation that he entered without any pain.'GOD THAT IS SO GOOD' she cried, and he drove his cock forward with such power, his cock disappeared until his balls slapped against her ass. She orgasmed immediately. Mr Okembo moved onto his back without any danger of unseating the groaning woman - MY groaning woma n. Jacob placed his black cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. The two set up a steady rythm for about 5 minutes, until Paul could stand it no longer. He moved behind her, positioned his throbbing black cock at the entrance to her ass and pushed. Slowly the black meat-stick burrowed into that opened rosebud until he, too, was buried to the limit. Sam and James moved to each side of her face, and as Mr Okembo supported her body with those huge hands of his, Jane gipped the two black love-sticks and started to stroke them. ' Try to move together' grunted Mr Okembo, and the large five black men and the small white woman obeyed. Together they fucked, in and out, sweating and shouting until the men neared their climax. Mr Okembo started to come, shooting upwards as he buried his black cock as deep into her white body as he could go. By now Jane was cumming continuously, and feeling his cum shooting towards her whomb, she started shouting and screaming for more. J acob's cock began to erupt, filling her mouth and dribbling down her body onto her breasts. Sam and James followed immediately, firing their white cream onto her face, coating it with a white sheen which she began to lick. Paul had not come, and as the others withdrew their shining black members from Jane's shaking white body, the four new black guys moved forward. Paul, like Mr Okembo had done, turned onto his back with his cock still embedded in her ass, and four new impressively hard black cocks took their rightful places. One drove right up her cunt, one into her mouth, and her dainty hands gripped the remaining two. Once again she was being fucked by five large black cocks, and she was screaming for it to never end. After fifteen minutes, the end did come. First Paul shot his load up her ass, then her mouth and cunt were filled for a second time, and finally her face was immersed in a white guey cream which covered it completely, with spurts matting her hair. At that point in time, Jane looked to me like the most beautiful girl in the world. She lay there with black sperm in and on her like a river of cum had passed over her body. I loved her like I had never done before. Eventually everyone recovered their senses, and Mr Okembo introduced us to Jane's new lovers and told us what he had planned. Our new black students were only 18 years old and were the second year graduates of Mr okembo's academy. Their names were Jake, Leo, Wes, and Jerome. They had been fuully briefed on their (sexual) responsibilities, but had never expected such riches! To be able to fuck such a wonderful white goddess whenever they wanted was beyond their wildest dreams. Their pleasure was nothing compared to Jane's realisation that she now had eight black cocks to enjoy each and every day! Mr Okember brought everyone back to earth. He revealed his master plan. Jane was now the sexual slave to all eight black students. She no longer had any say in when, who or where she had sex. His students would tell her. At first it would only be her eight black masters, but over time, this would expand to other black men. She would sleep with Jake and Leo each Wednesdy night, and with with Wes and Jerome each Thursday. In the following year, four more black students would qualify for the University, and they would occupy the remaining bedrooms on the third floor. They, too, would have complete access to my Jane's body. She would sleep with them on Fridays and Sundays, with each Saturday to be kept free for nights out at the all-black carribean club, followed by a mass gangbang at our home. We both creamed at the thought of such a night. Mr Okembo explained that Jane had to remain on the pill, as they did not want the two extreme colour-contrasting races being diluted. He wanted us to marry and have white girls who could be trained in the ways of their mother, or boys who would take after their father! Any black man other than those selected by Mr Okembo would be required to wear protection until they could provide proof they were free of any disease, and could dedicate their immediate future in fucking Jane! For me, he had purchased a real estate company to find businesses and accomodation for all Nigerians coming into the country. I would be in charge, and among my duties would be to provide them with sexual services from my wife-to-be. Needless to say it was a success from the start. By the following year, four more black students would arrive to take possession of the remaining two bedrooms. They would sleep with Jane each Friday and Sunday, leaving me to grab any opportunity to sleep with my wife that I could find. I knew she would never refuse me, but even with Jane's sex drive, twelve young well-hung dominant black men would not leave me much time for sex play! Over the next twelve months, we addapted to our new life. Jane fucked each of the eight young black men every day. When they were at university, she shopped and visited the all-black gymn each afternoon to keep her figure in trim. She drove the black body-builders wild, but they were rewarded each saturday night when the boys took Jane out to their club. There were never any other white girls there, and the lads always invited their black friends back to help fuck Jane. Early on, condoms were required, but soon certificats were produced and Saturday night became black cum-bath night! This was our new life style! Every day she would fuck each of the eight black young students - at least twice - and found time to meet my simple requests. I was more and more getting used to cleaning the huge amounts of black cum from within and upon her beautiful body, and listening to the stories of her daily wild excesses. Occasionally they would allow me the pleasure of watching my girl getting gang-fucked, and to clean her out afterwards. I was often away on company business, and Jane would tell me in great detail of who, when, and how she was fucked in my absence. We now had no contact with white people. All my staff at work were black - and they all fucked her frequently. All my customers were black - and they too fucked her. And of course all the black neighbours and members of the gymn were black and had come to know what they had to do to fuck Jane.Incredibly, none of this extra fucking seemed to limit Jane's sexual desires. In fact they seemed to fan her flames and she want ed more and more black sexing. One year later, Mr Okember returned to the city and brought the next four young black students. Jane would now have TWELVE black cocks to satisfy! Mr Okember explained that from now on, each year four new, hand-picked black men would come to carry on the duties of fucking and arranging other black men to fuck my Jane as often as possible. Those leaving would keep in touch and return for anniversaries and birthdays. In addition, he had decided that the twenty final year students in Nigeria would be rewarded for their hard work, and provide an incentive for the next year's class. Jane would travel to Nigeria and provide their sex education during the six week holiday! To top everything, the very next day I received a letter from my ex-wife Mary telling me we would be divorced in two months time. I could now plan my marriage to my darling Jane. However, Mr Okember had special plans for the occasion!!! to be continued part 3 The Wedding 3748 1.43/512345

Betty Lou Pt 7

BETTY LOU Pt 7 By Carol Collins Friday morning: Mrs. Ruth Dalton was late for the School Board Meeting. She had never before been late and, when she arrived, everyone was worried about her. She appeared to be suffering from some sort of an illness. Her clothing was not impeccably pressed, as it usually was and appeared to be haphazardly chosen and the top two buttons on her blouse were not buttoned. Her hair was not arranged in the orderly style that she normally wore and a thin coating of perspiration shone on her face as she entered the room. Some of the board members thought she probably had the flu. One even thought that she had suffered a stroke as she slowly shuffled to her chair at the head table. Ruth Dalton sat down very gently so as not to drive the gigantic black butt plug any deeper into her bowels. Outwardly, she was dressed in her conservative matronly clothing. Underneath, she was anything but conservative or matronly. The previous evening, Principal June Whitewell had used her laser to burn off all of the older redhead's pubic hair. Then, her clitoris hood was pierced, an anti-septic suave was applied to seal up the wound and a two inch golden ring was mounted through the hole. The high school principal had even super glued the catch mechanism to make it nearly impossible to remove the ring. Next, a deadening spray was used on the older woman's large over-sized nipples and they were pierced, suaved and a two-inch ring was also mounted in each enormous nipple. During all this time, the bound school board member could not cry out because Jill Fullers black silk panties were stuffed into her mouth as a gag. After the piercings, June Whitewell had taken two large hypodermic needles from a cabinet, filled them with a fluid from a bottle and injected it into Ruth Dalton's nearly non-existent mammary glands. "Ruth, you have been flat-chested your entire life. Since men are so infatuated with women's large breasts, they probably ignored your other feminine charms. That explains why you turned to religion instead of becoming the slut that you should have been. Well, a great deal of medical research is being done in China. I don't suppose that I told you that I was almost a medical doctor? No? Forgive me. Of course you can't answer with Jill's panties in your mouth." Jill Fuller, wearing only her wispy black silk garter belt, nylon stockings and high heel shoes, had stood beside the medical examination table and watched as her accuser of sex with a Black student was pierced and injected with breast growth hormones. Jill's clit was still tingling from the workout that it had gotten as she sat on Ruth Dalton's face. Jill's cunt juices were still glistening around the older redhead's mouth and nose even though she had a pair of black silky panties stuffed into her mouth to muffle her cries during the piercings and injections. June Whitewell was saying, "The injections into your breasts will make them grow. My brother, who completed his internship and went into medical research, was the only westerner working at a research center in northern China. He returned last month and was able to sneak out some new discoveries. He left them with me for safekeeping. I think he will be grateful when I tell him that I found a test subject for the breast growth hormone. Plus, for the first time in your life, Ruth, you'll have tits bigger than a nine year old girl." The School Board Chairman had to repeat himself, "Mrs. Dalton, are you feeling okay?" Ruth Dalton stopped thinking of what had happened to her over the last twenty-four hours and said, "I may have a touch of the flu or something. My apologies. Thank you for asking. May we please settle the issue of Coach Fuller so that I can leave early?" The chairman called Jill Fuller to sit in the chair in front of the school board. Jill's relatively short blonde hair was perfectly arranged. Her make-up was attractive, yet, subdued. She wore a conservative dark blue wool business suit, a white silk blouse buttoned all the way to her throat, nylon stockings and two-inch heel pumps. She even carried a copy of the Bible in her right hand as she took her seat. Jill Fuller looked as pure and innocent as fresh snow. Sitting directly behind her was her husband to show his support for his wife, the mother of his three beautiful young daughters, who were also present. Before the chairman could read the charges against the ex-cheerleader coach, Ruth Dalton spoke, "If I may, I think that I can bring this case to a quick closure. It was all a miss understanding. I realize now that Coach Fuller and a student were on their knees having a prayer session in her office when we opened the door and startled them so much that they fell over. Since the male student appeared to be on top of Coach Fuller, I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I apologize to Coach Fuller, her husband, her beautiful children, Principal Whitewell, the student who was only praying and this school board. I make a motion that Coach Fuller is re-instated immediately." Ruth had recited the speech exactly as Principal Whitewell had written it. Her mind was very much bothered that she had lied about what had actually happened, however, what had been done to her body in the last twenty-four hours had broken her will. The school board had little choice other than to re-instate Jill Fuller as the cheerleader coach and high school guidance counselor. The vote was unanimous. Coach Fuller stood up and asked. "If I may, I would like to address the School Board?" She was given permission to speak by the chairman. "I wish to thank Mrs. Dalton for clearing my good name. I am sure, that in the future, we shall become very close friends. Also, Mrs. Emma Turner did such an excellent job as substitute cheerleader coach; I would like to have her as assistant coach as soon as her salary can be included in the budget. I will report back to work on Monday morning." Before leaving the room, Jill Fuller had a bright and pretty smile as she added, "I want to thank the school board for giving me the opportunity to work closely with the young ladies who are cheerleaders today and will be community leaders tomorrow. I shall enjoy molding their minds." When the school board's agenda turned to mundane business, Ruth Dalton excused herself and began shuffling towards the exit. The huge black butt plug that Jill Fuller had slowly forced up her rectum was held in by straps around her thighs and waist and was locked in place with small padlocks. Ruth had to walk slightly bent over, swaying her bottom, which caused her thighs to rub against her clit hood ring. The redheaded woman was concentrating on reaching the safety of her car before she had another mind-blowing orgasm. On the way into the building, she had an orgasm and nearly fell to the floor. She had grabbed at a near by water fountain and pretended to be getting a drink as her orgasm passed through her. She had then continued to the boardroom even though her face was flushed red and was shining due to a coating of perspiration. Jill Fuller kissed her sweet supportive husband and asked him to take their three daughters to the day care center before kissing each of them goodbye. It was not difficult for the younger cheerleader coach to overtake Ruth Dalton just as she reached her automobile. Jill removed the small radio frequency remote control unit from her hollowed out Bible and pressed the vibrate button as the older redhead was gently sitting down in the driver's seat of her four-door Buick. Ruth had not known that the butt plug was a remote controlled vibrator. She squealed so loudly that if any one else had been in the vicinity, they would have come running. Coach Fuller leaned down to put her pretty blonde head into the still open door of the Dalton sedan and said, "Quiet, slut! I just turned on your vibrating butt plug and you squeal like a stuck pig. Scoot your ass over to the passenger seat. I'll drive." Ruth's body was shaking too much to operate a motor vehicle, so, she slowly did as she was ordered. Mrs. Ruth Dalton spent most of the remainder of the day eating the cheerleader coach's hairless pussy and cumming with the giant black butt plug in her forever stretched rectum. Friday afternoon: School let out for the weekend and Alonzo Jones got a bonus. Included with his prize of having Betty Lou Turner as a sex slave for the entire weekend was the addition of a cute little redhead. He had spent the last two days helping to break in Linda Sue Dalton and was ready to take her to the next stage of slut training. It would be a weekend that all three would remember for the rest of their lives. At the Turner family home, Emma arrived from school at three-thirty to find Samson waiting on her. "I told you that I would be back this weekend," he said with a grin as she invited him inside, unlocked her door and they entered the house. No sooner had the door closed than he had the blonde wife and mother in his strong Black arms and they were sharing a passionate kiss. Samson's large Black hands slowly slid down the married white woman's shapely back to her curved bottom. Both of Emma's arms were wrapped around the Black police detective's thick neck as his long tongue stroked in and out of her throat. Their lips never parted as Samson picked up the blonde woman by her round bottom, and carried her to the living room sofa. Mrs. Emma Turner's conversion was complete. Her nipple rings kept her nipples hard all the time. If she wore panties, the crotch band caused her clitoris hood ring to rub her clit every time she moved, which kept her cunt well lubricated and made her horny all the time. If she did not wear panties like today, or wore crotchless panties, the clit ring was large enough for her thighs to move it back and forth as she walked which also made her horny all the time. Plus, all the things she had been forced to do over the last week had broken her will and conditioned her mind to accept her, and her daughter's, new roles as submissive sluts. Within five minutes, Samson had the white woman's outer clothing on the floor and she was kneeling on the floor in only her white lace garter belt, long cinnamon colored nylon stockings and high heel pumps as she eagerly sucked his long Black cock while he sat on the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt. "What the Hell is going on here?!?!?" The passionate interracial couple were interrupted in what they were doing as they turned their heads to see who had almost shouted the question. Standing in the doorway to the living room was a short little middle-aged white man with a receding hairline and an enraged expression on his face. A strand of saliva stretched between Emma Turner's soft red lips and the head of Samson's big Black cock as she exclaimed, "Melvin! You said that you were coming home next weekend. What are you doing home now?" A look of absolute horror was painted on the white man's face as he stepped farther into the room to better see what his wife was doing with such a well-endowed Black man. "Some road construction machinery broke down and the boss told us to go home a week early. I figured that I would come home and surprise my family. My God, Emma! You were sucking a Negro's dick! We have been married all these years and you never once sucked mine! And, look how you're dressed! I once bought you some sexy lingerie and you called me perverted. What the Hell is going on here?!?!?" Melvin Turner realized that his deeply religious and faithful loving wife was now a Black cock sucking whore and his emotions over came his common sense as he ran at the much larger Black man and tried to take a swing at him. Samson had no trouble ducking the wild swing and following through with a blow that knocked the smaller white husband unconscious. Detective Samuel Samson rolled Melvin Turner over and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Normally, Principal Whitewell would gag the person with a pair of used panties. We can't do that because you did not wear panties to work today. We'll have to improvise; hand me my boxer shorts from where you took them off of me." When Mister Turner awoke from his nap, he had a flavorful pair of freshly used men's boxers stuffed into his mouth as a gag and was in the back seat of an unmarked police car as it was entering the Whitewell drive way. When Samson had called the high school principal to tell her about Emma Turner's husband coming home a week early, she had a brilliant idea and told the police detective to deliver Emma's hubby to her home. June Whitewell met the police detective car as it pulled up to her backdoor. She held a loaded hypodermic needle behind her back until officer Samson removed the gagged and handcuffed irate white husband from the back seat. "Hold him." She ordered as she jabbed the needle into his arm. Melvin attempted to struggle but was held firm by the much larger Black man. As June pulled the needle out, she added, "That is a tranquillizer that will make him easier to control as we proceed. Bring him to the basement." Emma Turner was biting her fingernails as she watched her husband being led to the Whitewell basement medical room. They had been married for many years and she was concerned for his safety. Melvin was groggy as his clothing was removed. The handcuffs were unlocked and his nude body was strapped down on the medical examination table. June Whitewell retrieved several more hypodermic needles and three bottles from her cabinet. After filling the needles from the bottles, she injected retrovirus hormonal solutions into each breast and buttock. Next, the breast enlargement fluids were injected into Melvin Turner's male breasts. The last injection was one developed for brainwashing prisoners. A pair of earphones was clamped over his ears and a repeating mp3 player began whispering instructions into his ears, as the room seemed to swirl about him. June Whitewell ushered the Black police detective and the concerned wife from her basement medical room. "The drugs will complete the transformation within a week," she said. "In the mean time, Officer Samson, you will need to take care of a few details." Friday evening, six months later: Detective Samuel Samson and his new bride, Emma Samson, were hosting a large party at their recently purchased home to celebrate their new swimming pool. There were approximately thirty people in attendance. Most of the guests were nude. Many were engaging in various sexual acts. Others were observing the delightful activities. The privacy fence surrounding the property made sure that the party would be discreet. Along side the pool, laying on a chaise lounge, was a very pretty Chinese girl that appeared to be a teenager. Her pregnant nude body was coated in perspiration and male sperm. Her giant pierced nipples capped her huge breasts as they rose and fell as she breathed deeply as another orgasm racked her shapely body. Her almond colored eyes were wide open as she gazed up at the star filled night sky. Her long luxurious black hair was fanned out around her head and draped to the concrete pavement. Her swollen belly was five months pregnant and a beautiful blonde teenager sucked the Chinese girl's cum filled hairless cunt, causing Mai Ling's latest huge orgasm. Betty Lou raised her pretty head as she said, "Wow, Daddy! You sure do have a great tasting pussy!" The Chinese girl smiled and responded with, "Thank you, Betty Lou," as she raised her head high to see over her rounded tummy. "Daddy! That is, Mai Ling, you know that Principal Whitewell wants you to always speak in pigeon English." "So sorry, Missy Betty Lou." When Mister Melvin Turner had been strapped to the medical table all those months ago, June Whitewell had injected him with retrovirus vectored genetic modifiers, which had transformed him from a middle aged white male into a very pretty teenaged Chinese female. For many years, the married couples in China had selectively conceived mostly male children because sons would better provide for them in their old age. The result was eighty million more marriage aged males than females. The Chinese government had funded the genetic research to allow volunteer males the chance to change gender. When June Whitewell's brother smuggled some of the drugs from the Chinese research center and shipped them to his sister for safekeeping, he had not anticipated that she would put them to use. Mai Ling struggled to her high-heeled feet, pinned her maid's cap to her head, picked up the tray of drinks that had been sitting for over half an hour and went to the kitchen to get fresh drinks. Her old persona was officially dead. The same day she had been injected with drugs, Melvin Turner's work truck was driven into the local river and, even though his body was never found, police detective Samuel Samson swore that he had seen the middle aged white man go under and not come back up. Judge Morris declared Mister Turner legally dead and Robert Rainey, the insurance man, paid a major settlement to widow Emma Turner. Melvin became a young Chinese girl with no proof of American citizenship. Luckily, his wife gave him a job as a maid until he could acquire a visa. Mai Ling was Black bred every day and became pregnant within a month of her transformation. As Mai Ling passed by a group of chairs arranged in a circle, she saw most of the cheerleaders on their knees giving blowjobs. Each of their fathers sat in a chair as a pretty young thing sucked his little white dick. Every two minutes, the girls would rotate one chair over. The father that managed to last until his own daughter was sucking his cock would be declared the winner and would get to fuck the girl of his choosing up her tight young ass. Once again, Judge Morris won. Blow jobs for the fathers was a game invented by Jill Fuller to keep them busy while their wives were having their brains fucked out in the house's bedrooms by the Black members of the high school basketball team. As Judge Morris slid his greased pecker up Diane Suttons shapely butt, Ruth Morris, the Judge's new horny older redheaded bride wrapped her arms and legs tightly around a young Black male teenager as the dome shaped head of his uncircumcised Black cock fired salvo after salvo of potent Black seed into her still fertile womb. His chest almost crushed Ruth's D-cup breasts as his course chest hair stimulated her enormous pierced nipples. Her eyes were nearly bulging out of her head and her face was crimson red as she was also cumming. The other white wives matched her squeals of ecstasy. Back at the pool, Emma Samson was watching as Linda Sue Dalton, Ruth's little slut grand daughter, was sucking her new husband's big Black cock. Betty Lou had finished making the rounds, checking to see if any of the guests needed a blowjob, a fuck or, if they were female, their pussy eaten. Each party goer had orgasms more than once and the party was a huge success. Betty Lou had learned to be a great party hostess and Emma was proud of her daughter. Emma placed a loving arm around her daughter's naked shoulders before kissing her gently up on her red swollen cream coated lips. "Betty Lou," her mother said, "I was a good girl when I was growing up. Don't make the same mistakes that I did. Each and every day, fuck your brains out." Betty Lou had a big smile on her pretty face as she stated, "I will, Mom. I promise I will." The End 6811 1.79/512345