AUTHOR = Nelson
E-MAIL = withheld
Ann was only 18 and had been married less than a month when the Company had sent Bob, her husband, overseas. They reluctantly agreed that he had to go -- the money was good, it would help them put down a deposit on a house of their own, and it could lead to a promotion when he got back, which would in turn mean more money towards their dream house.
However, Ann found that in Bob's absence she had too much time on her hands with the little she had to do about the flat they had rented and, after she had realised that drinking wine all afternoon was not going to solve the feeling of missing Bob and, in particular, his presence in their bed, she began to feel restless.
She had always been an outgoing, party loving girl, and the lonely evenings in, on her own, were getting more than she could bear. Then, when Bob phoned to say that he was going to have to forego his upcoming leave because of how busy he was she felt desperate and, when the phone rang again a minute afterwards and it was Wendy, a previous girlfriend of Bob's, to invite her out for a drink that evening, she accepted with enthusiasm. At last an opportunity to get out of the flat and see some life!
If she had thought about it a little she would have thought it odd that Wendy would phone her. Wendy had seemed more than a little miffed when she had married Bob, and it seemed that it had been understood from an early age that when Bob married he would marry Wendy. However, in her desperation to get out of the house, she did not give things a second thought.
She took care in getting ready, brushing her long (waist length) red hair and making up carefully before getting dressed in a low-cut but (she reasoned) still modest blouse that showed off her twin 36c beauties without making her look sluttish, and the tight mini she chose showed off her long lovely legs without making her look a tramp. She wanted to look good but not attract men. She had no intention of cheating on Bob.
She was surprised by the look of the pub. It was more than a little seedy AND SEEMED TO BE ALMOST ENTIRELY occupied by black men, and she was more than a little uncomfortable when she realised she was at least ten minutes early and Wendy was not there yet. She ordered a glass of wine and sat at a table far from anyone else whilst waiting for Wendy to come in. She wondered several times if she had got the name of the pub wrong but, although many of the men glanced at her, nobody bothered her and fifteen minutes later Wendy came into the bar and sat beside her.
They talked for a while and Ann realised that, apart from Bob, they had nothing in common but, just when she was thinking of making an excuse and leaving, a black man detached himself from the bar and came over to their table, put his arms around Wendy and gave her a great big kiss.
Wendy quickly introduced the man as her new boyfriend, leaning across to whisper in Ann's ear, "He may not be as nice as Bob, but where it matters, he has got Bob beaten by a yard. These black guys all seemed well blessed, you should try one sometime. I cum like a train with him."
Ann ignored the rather obvious remark, and carried on talking normally. As the evening drew on the wine she was drinking began to have an effect on her and she barely noticed when two more black men joined them at the table, sitting either side of Ann. She began to feel as though things were drifting away from her and almost did not notice when one of the men put his hand on her thigh and began rubbing it up and down her leg. With a decorum that was hard for her to maintain, she took hold of his hand and moved it back to the table.
Two more drinks later, however, she did not notice when the hand returned and slid up her leg to her panties and then moved her panties aside so he could lightly rub against her pussy. Soon, two fingers had penetrated her cunt and were being pistoned in and out of her.
"She is wet and ready," said the man frigging her. "Let's go."
"Okay, we'll take her back to my flat," said Wendy.
"No, you stay here, we'll go to my place," replied the man.
"No way, the deal was I get to watch her getting it," said Wendy. "I want pictures of her getting black dicked!"
The man agreed and the four left the bar, getting in a car outside, Wendy and her guy in the front and Ann in the back between the two others. Once the car had moved away, the two men started on Ann in earnest, one releasing her tits and mauling them whilst the other returned to frigging her cunt in earnest.
Ann was miles away. Bob had come home and they were sitting on the settee in the front room playing with each other, getting ready to go into the bedroom to fuck and, after the length of time he had been away, she wanted to fuck more than anything in the world. She reached down and opened up his trousers, releasing his cock and, bending over, she took him in her mouth and started sucking on it.
"That's it babe, suck that black cock!" said Bob.
She sucked and licked at his hardening shaft whilst his hand continued to caress her pussy and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter while he sucked and licked her tits. Strangely, the cock in her mouth seemed bigger than Bob's, somehow thicker and longer, but she realised in her befuddled brain that it was probably because he had been away so long.
"Ooh baby, suck that black lollypop," said Bob.
Then they were walking up the stairs to the bedroom. Once there, Bob took her clothes off and pushed her down on her back on the bed. He quickly took his clothes off, but something was wrong... there seemed to be three Bobs... and the three Bobs had turned black!
Then one of the Bobs stuck his hard black cock in her mouth whilst the second knelt between her legs and began rimming her pussy with his tongue whilst the third Bob started sucking and licking her breasts. There was a flash from somewhere, but she ignored it as she felt herself building up to an orgasm with the licking and sucking.
"That will be a great one of her having her cunt licked and her licking a black cock," she heard Wendy say.
But how was Wendy in her bedroom? She tried to work it out but just then her first orgasm hit her and she lost track of the thought as she came, moaning out her relief around the black cock in her mouth.
"I think this bitch is ready for some hard fucking!" another voice she did not recognise said.
Then the tongue that was giving her such pleasure was moved and she felt the tip of a hard cock pressing against the entrance of her yearning cunt. She felt the lips of her cunt being spread far wider than she had ever known as Bob's cock rammed its way into the depths of her, going far deeper than ever before and stretching out previously unchartered regions of her.
"That's it," cried Wendy as yet another flash lit up the room, "turn that bitch into a black man's cum dump!"
Bob's cock began ramming into her and she could hear and feel his balls slapping against her arse as he began trying to screw the arse off of her.
TO BE CONTINUED.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
