When Gerrie awoke the next morning, she had an unfamiliar feeling in her gut. She lay beside her still sleeping husband and pondered on that feeling.
First, she realised she was worried that they had not heard anything from Chima and that she had been anticipating another visit. Then there was the awkwardness she felt around Brett that she had enjoyed the sex with Chima much more than she thought she should have. The abuse of their marriage vows was concerning her, even though Brett dismissed this any time she had confronted him with her worries.
These thoughts were soon forgotten though, when Brett woke, rolled over, and wrapped her in his arms. He was soon making love to her, and she had to admit to herself, that their sex had been super hot ever since the film session with Chima.
After breakfast, Brett insisted they did some more sightseeing around New Orleans, and he led her down to the river where they booked a cruise on the Natchez riverboat up the Mississippi. Soon after they were underway, Brett took a call from Chima. When he hung up, he explained to Gerrie, that Chima and his friend were all on for the next day, but not tonight, as his friend was playing the saxophone in a club tonight.
Gerrie tried to act nonchalant. She didn’t want to show Brett she was too keen. She felt that no matter how much he said he was OK with everything, and that it was his idea about the filming, that Brett would be hurt if he knew how much she desired meeting the two men.
After they left the boat, they found an authentic-looking cafe to have lunch. They ordered Jambalaya and Gumbo to share between them and had a Mint Julep each to wash it all down. After that, they wandered along Bourbon St, visited some of the bars.
Gerrie was not a great drinker, more than one glass of anything quickly went to her head and made her quite silly. So when they returned to their hotel for dinner, Gerrie was quite tipsy from the final cocktail Brett had insisted she try; a Hurricane cocktail at Pat O’Brien’s bar.
And when during diner, Brett suggested they move through to the bar later, and see if anyone would try and pick her up, she found herself agreeing. The hazy buzz of the alcohol subduing whatever inhibitions she had remaining.
When they moved through to the bar, and she found herself having second thoughts, but didn’t say anything, as she didn’t want to disappoint Brett. Again he left her to walk to the bar on her own, and she saw him sit in the same cubical he had sat two nights before. This time she was doubly nervous but told herself she would just do it for a laugh, thinking she could turn away any men that did approach.
She had sobered up a little after their dinner, the food and the water she had downed, had soaked up some of the booze. She glanced over to Brett and saw that he had the video camera working again, partially disguised by his jacket. She wondered how good his filming would be tonight, as he had to be a little drunk still, having consumed much more than her.
It did not take long for some men to approach. Over the next hour, five different men came over and offered to buy her a drink. She listened to their stories and found she was enjoying herself. The power she felt over them was exhilarating and she fell into her role-play easily, teasing them with sexual innuendos and by absently opening her legs or bending over a little.
But none did anything for her. They were all businessmen, with wedding rings on their fingers, and after teasing them a bit, she sent them on their way. She looked around the bar, to see if there were any eligible black men in the place. But only saw two in the bar, and both were with women who appeared to be their wives.
She was just about to move over to where Brett sat in the booth, and persuade him to take her back to their room when a young man approached. He spoke to her, but at first, she didn’t realise he was talking to her, as she couldn’t believe someone so young would try and pick her up.
However, he tried again, “Can I sit with you a talk for a bit? I’ve seen you turning some men away, but I don’t want to pick you up, just sit with someone for a bit and talk, as my friends have not turned up.”
Thinking it was just another pickup line, Gerrie went to shoo him away. But he looked so sincere and innocent, she asked, “Why are your friends late?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “They were meant to meet me here nearly an hour ago. I feel stupid sitting here on my own, and I had a man trying to pick me up before. So I was thinking that if we sat a talked for a bit, the guys in the bar would leave us both alone.”
“OK, I was just about to leave, but I’ll sit with you for a little while. My name is Geraldine.”
“I’m Ethan.” He held out his hand.
She shook his hand, then asked, “You had better tell me why you are here, and why I should believe that you are not just another jerk trying to entice me to his room.”
He blushed red at her comment, then explained that it was his best mate, Max and his wife Linda, that he was waiting for.
“It’s far too long a story to tell you now. It would take all night.” He said, looking quite nervous at the prospect.
“Well, I have plenty of time. Give me a condensed version.”
He hung his head and started mumbling that he and Max had been friends since forever and that he had met Linda at Uni.
Gerry had to tell him to stop mumbling and to speak up and talk clearly.
Ethan lifted his head and looked her in the eyes, then continued explaining that he had fallen madly in love with Linda, from their first date. He was certain that Linda had been just as keen on him. But after five months of their seeing one another, he had graduated top of his computer science course and been picked up by a Silicon Valley high flyer company. The job and salary were just too good to refuse and he had moved to California pretty much the day after he had graduated.
He said, he and Linda had written, and that they talked about her coming out to California to find a job. But that the letters got less frequent and cooler as the months dragged by. Finally, he had gotten a dear John letter, followed a week or two later, by an invitation from Max to be the best man at their wedding. He just never saw that coming and was still very much in love with Linda.
Gerrie asked, “Did you attend the wedding?”
“Yes, Max and I have known one another all our lives. I couldn’t let him down, even though I was very jealous and upset about his marrying Linda.”
Gerrie was becoming intrigued, this boy in front of her, was quite a handsome catch. And she had to wonder why a girl would spurn him.
“Do you have any idea why she dropped you?” Gerrie asked.
“I think so, but I can’t tell you that,” Ethan replied.
Just then his phone pinged as a text message came in. He excused himself, saying it might be Max. Gerrie gesticulated for him to take it, and waved her hands to show she wasn’t upset.
He read the text, then without saying anything, handed the phone over to Gerrie, for her to read.
‘CAN’T COME, SORRY. LINDA THREW A SAD WHEN I HINTED AT WHAT WE HAD PLANNED. WILL PICK YOU UP AT THE HOTEL TOMORROW 11:30 am, WILL TAKE YOU TO THE AIRPORT AFTER WE HAVE HAD LUNCH. MAX.
Gerrie looked over at Ethan, “What did you have planned and you were about to tell me why she dropped you.”
“I’m embarrassed, I can’t tell you either of those. I’d better head up to bed now. It’s been nice to talk to you.” And he went to get up from the stool.
Gerrie leant forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him back down on the barstool. “Don’t you dare leave without telling me? I’m way too intrigued to let you go now. We will never see one another after tonight, so open up and don’t worry, I have done many things you would never believe of me, so don’t be embarrassed.”
It took a bit more cajoling from Gerrie, but eventually, Ethan opened up. First, he explained that Linda wanted to be a virgin until she was married, but that their petting was getting pretty heavy by the time graduation was upon them. And that on the night of their graduation, she had indicated she would be OK about giving him a blow job, as long as it went no further than that.
But! He awkwardly admitted to Gerrie, he was a little large down there, (he indicated between his legs), and that Linda had balked once she caught sight of it.
He told her that things had been awkward the next couple of days, and he flew out to California before they ever had a chance to talk through what had happened.
He shut up then, and it took a lot more coaxing from Gerrie to get him to continue and tell her what had been planned for that evening.
But Ethan finally admitted that Max wanted to have a threesome, and he thought his best shot at this was to involve Ethan, as he knew Linda still had real feelings for him. Ethan insisted to Gerrie, that he was firmly against it, but that Max would not listen.
Suddenly Gerrie was interested in seeing what Ethan had between his legs. She figured it had to be pretty impressive, to scare the young lady away.
Ethan told her some more about himself, and as they relaxed and became more comfortable, he asked her what she had done that was worse than what Max had planned for that evening.
Gerrie saw her opening, she wanted to have a look at his love handle. She found she was getting aroused again, just thinking about sucking on another huge cock.
So she answered Ethan, “My husband is sitting over there in the booth, he wants to film me with another man.” She turned and waved to Brett, and Brett returned the wave with an awkward smile.
Ethan, quite naive, and not yet really taking in what she had just insinuated, waved back to Brett. Then asked, “Why are you sitting apart?” As he said this the penny dropped, “Oh! Why did you not choose one of those men that approached you?”
“Because they were all married jerks, and did not interest me at all.” And before he could reply, she stood and grabbed his hand, “Come over and meet Brett.”
Ethan tried to hold back, suddenly aware of what he might be getting into and embarrassed about meeting her husband. But Gerrie just held him firmly and steered him over to the booth where Brett was waiting, with a puzzled, nervous smile on his face.
Gerrie introduced them and gestured to Ethan to sit. But Ethan needed some space, and he asked if they wanted a drink. Brett accepted, saying he would like another can off Budd, so Gerrie asked for a Tonic and Bitters, and her eyes followed Ethan, as he walked away to the bar, half expecting him to make a run for the door.
“What are you thinking?” Brett asked, “The kid looks about sixteen years old.”
“I know, but he’s actually twenty-one, and has hinted that he’s really well hung. I would like to see how big a supposedly well hung white guy is.”
“How the hell did you find that out?” Asked Brett.
“I’ll tell you later, but do you want to film him or not? If you don’t, then I’ll be OK with your decision.”
Brett hesitated, and Gerrie had to force a smile, attempting to wipe the disheartened look from her face, as Brett sat still, running the scenario through his mind.
Then he nodded to her. “I’m OK, I guess. This will be bloody interesting, he looks half your age!”
Gerrie felt a flash of annoyance at the suggestion she was old. But relaxed as she saw Ethan returning with the drinks. He hadn’t done a runner. He had gotten himself a Budd as well and after handing them their drinks, went to sit by Brett. But Brett didn’t move over, indicating to Ethan he should sit opposite, next to his wife. They spent the next half an hour talking, both Gerrie and Brett at pains to ease Ethans obvious nervousness.
During all this, Ethan had nervously gulped down his beer, so Brett went to the bar and got himself and Ethan another. This time he got them Bourbon, and by the look on Ethan’s face, as he took his first sip, it must have been a double or a triple. Gerrie was fully aware of what Brett was up to, just hoping to herself that he didn’t get Ethan so drunk that he couldn’t perform. The more they talked, Gerrie was becoming more and more intrigued about seeing what the young man had between his legs.
One incredible coincidence, that came up in the conversation; was that Ethan was also staying in the hotel and that his room was next to theirs.
As the bourbon took its effect on Ethan, they finally persuaded him to come up to their room for a nightcap. Once in their room, they opened the connecting doors between the two rooms, so they could check out his room.
Brett voiced his annoyance, to find out they had paid the same price, but that Ethan’s room was far superior. It was situated on the corner of the building, much bigger and had better views.
When they retreated back to their own room, Gerrie pushed Ethan down on the couch, while Brett set about setting up the video camera. Ethan was reluctant and anxious and looked like he was having serious doubts about what was happening. But he started to respond with a small amount of enthusiasm when Gerrie put her hand behind his head and started French kissing him.
When she felt he was past the flight stage, she broke the kiss, lifted her leg over his and sat on his knees facing him. She dropped her hands into his lap and unzipped his fly. Dipping her hand into his pants, she pulled out his limp member and tried to hide her disappointment at the meagre stalk she held in her hand.
“Sorry!” Ethan wailed, “This hasn’t happened before. I’m nervous I guess.”
Gerrie drove her disappointment to the back of her mind, thinking, what the hell, I’ve come this far, let’s see if we can get this thing to rise.
She slipped from his knees onto the floor, lowered her head and sucked his limp four inches into her mouth. No movement, so she lifted up and kissed him again. As he responded, she whispered in his ear, “Close your eyes and imagine it is Linda playing with you.”
Then she slid down again and continued sucking and slurping on his limp phallus. It didn’t take long before she felt movement, and it started to grow in her mouth. She slid up kissed him again, and telling him to keep his eyes closed, she quickly stood, removed her dress, bra and knickers, before settling down beside him again, resuming her efforts between his legs.
When she reached for his hands and pulled them to her breasts, she felt his cock throb and start to really swell, filling her mouth and causing her to gag. She pulled back, weighed it in her hand, now very impressed with its size. Not quite as big as Chima’s mighty weapon, but then again, it didn’t actually look fully erect yet.
Still sucking him into her mouth, she eased his trousers down and threw them out of the way. Now getting very excited, she lifted herself into his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her now very wet cunt along his shaft. She reached down with one hand and guided the bulbous head along her slit, noting that his cock continued to swell.
Gerrie was impressed, it was probably still no bigger than Chima’s, but she had no complaints. He had a much bigger knob than Chima though, and the thought of that huge head surging up and down her love tunnel brought shudders of anticipation running through her whole body.
She lifted up on her knees again, lined him up with one hand, then sank down, letting that thick swollen knob sink inside her with a very distinct wet squishing sound. If she had not experienced Chima’s huge cock, she would never dare to try and accommodate Ethan. But she knew now from experience, that it might be uncomfortable at first, but then the pleasure it could give her would override any slight discomfort.
Ethan remained still, mesmerised and savouring the feeling of his pole impaling this crazy older woman. To date, had only slept with a couple of girls and neither of them had managed to handle all his length. He started to move his hips, gently at first, scared she would cry out in pain and stop him. But when she simply responded to his moves and gave no indication of resistance, he reached up, grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over onto her back onto the floor. Ethan lost it, lust wiping out all thoughts of his being considerate or gentle. He thrust himself deep, and just let his body dictate his actions.
Gerrie couldn’t believe the change in him, one-second she was calling the shots, and he was meekly, and very nervously going along with all she did. Now flat on her back, she found she was being fucked mercilessly and stretched wide, by a very horny energetic youth.
Ethan lifted up supported himself on one hand, and he attacked her breast with the other. She lifted her head up to watch his impressive pole sinking to her depths. Ethan leant forward and took her nipple in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, she felt his hand leave her breast and work its way down between them, searching out her clit.
That was it, the orgasm that hit Gerrie was fast and jarring. She yelled out, “Motherfucker! You bastard, Oh God, I’m coming!!”
She felt her juices flowing and pouring between her legs onto the carpet. Momentarily she thought about the housemaid cleaning the room the next morning, but decided she couldn’t give a dam. She did think to look over at Brett though, to see how he was taking all this.
Brett was standing with his mouth open, he had never heard her swear in all the time they had been married. Well, maybe the odd ‘Bugger,’ but nothing like what he had just listened to. He saw her looking at him, so he shut his mouth and tried to give her a reassuring smile.
Gerrie was certain that Ethan had come, but he didn’t stop, she had felt his cock throbbing and the mess that was pouring out of her, couldn’t be all her own. But he just continued to thrust himself between her legs. Amazed, she felt the makings of another orgasm building. This blew her mind, she had never orgasmed twice during sex.
She clenched her teeth and pushed her pelvis up to meet his thrusts. Then lifting herself up to his ear, she used the filthiest language she could think of, encouraging him to make her cum again.
Ethan didn’t need much encouragement, he heaved himself into her like a juggernaut. This brought grunts of euphoric pleasure from her lips, every time he bottomed out. Her cunt clasped his shaft and milked him, and she felt his long shaft inside her start to throb again.
This time Ethan joined her, in a noisy cacophony of swear words, as they both came together. His words were not as course as those she was exhaling between her moans and cries of joy. Still, she found his swearing and calling her dirty names, a big turn on, that was something to file away in the new experiences area of her mind.
He rolled off and lay on his back on the floor beside her. Then as his breathing slowed, a very embarrassed look crept over his face. He glanced just once between Brett and Gerrie, rising, grabbing his pants, and scuttled to the adjoining doors, and away to his room.
Gerrie called for him to stay, but he was gone and the door slammed shut before she had even finished her sentence.
Brett laughed so hard, he had to sit down. “Poor bugger, he never knew what hit him. Gerrie, you had better hope he does not turn up at our door in the morning with the cops, trying to sue you for molesting a minor.”
Gerrie was too buggered to laugh, she just smiled at Brett, picked herself up and headed for the shower.
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The next morning, they were woken early by someone knocking on the door. But as they came awake, were aware it was not their door, but Ethan’s that was being banged on. They heard the door open and close, and both rolled out of bed at the same time and moved over to the adjoining doors.
They opened their door, but the door on Ethan’s side was locked. Still, they could hear, voices faintly and could tell it was a woman talking with Ethan. They closed their door quietly, as they heard some amorous sounds coming through the door.
“I’ll bet you anything that is Linda in there,”
“I agree, and it sounds like they are doing more than just talking,” Brett replied.
Sure enough, an hour later, down at breakfast, Ethan arrived with his female friend. When he saw them, he looked very embarrassed, but did come over to their table, and introduced them to Linda.
Later that morning when they were leaving the hotel to find lunch. They caught sight of Ethan getting into a car with a guy that had to be Max. They laughed and spent the next hour fantasising about what had gone on that morning, and whether Max had any idea that Ethan had slept with his wife earlier.
At lunch, Chima called. He told Brett it was all on for that night, and that he wanted Gerrie dressed up in a wedding dress. He gave Brett the address of a shop where he could hire one for the night. And so when they finished lunch, they wandered outside and haled down a cab to take them to the dress hire shop.
Brett picked out a Princess V-neck, Lace Wedding Dress, with beaded sequins for Gerrie. A sheer veil went with the dress and the shop assistant found her some white high heeled shoes that fit. The V-neck highlighted her cleavage, and Brett voiced his appreciation at how she looked. The shop assistant, after a discussion with Gerrie, sussed out that her existing lingerie would show through the dress and talked them into buying some brief very sexy white lingerie to go with the outfit.
As arranged, Chima and friend Tyrell showed up at their door about 8:00 pm. Gerrie was in the bathroom, evaluating how she would handle this new experience. Her desire was to simply experience the sexual power of these men. She felt the overwhelming desire to be passive, dominated, and to accept whatever they wanted to do to her.
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and adjusted her veil. She modestly appraised herself, and had to admit, she looked beautiful and very sexy in the outfit. When she heard the knock, she listened to Brett going out into the hallway to film the men knocking on the door and then entering the room. The door banged shut for a second time and she heard Brett call out, “Honey, come on out and let Chima and Tyrell see you.”
Her stomach fluttered as she smoothed her dress and opened the bathroom door. As the vision of virginal white stepped into the room, Chima and Tyrell just stood and gaped. She noticed Brett also had his mouth open and the video camera had dropped to his side.
She did look stunning in her white flowing wedding dress, she could see it in their faces. The dress left her elegant shoulders bare, the creamy skin of breasts disappearing down into her bodice, her waist impossibly slender.
She took in the newcomer ‘Tyrell’. He was shorter than Chima, but much more solidly built. He was very black, a much darker shade than Chima, she found him a bit menacing, but calmed slightly when he gave her a wink and his face set into a wicked grin.
Still, Gerrie again found herself sorting through her emotions, anticipation and a little fear were mixed together forming a powerful ache in her stomach. When Chima stepped forward and kissed her, and she felt Tyrell move behind her to kiss the nape of her neck, the discomforting feelings lessened and her knees almost buckled as her excitement built.
The wedding dress made her feel virginal and sexy. And the fact that she was about to break the ultimate taboo, of having sex with two men, and neither of them her husband, had her tingling with pent up desire. Also, the fact that both men were black, had a big bearing on the emotions building in her body. Wow! Could there be a stronger taboo than a pale blonde woman having sex with two black men in her wedding dress?
Her blood felt hot, it coursed through her veins, as they kissed and caressed her body. They had already discarded her veil and Chima was kissing her lips. She could feel his friend kissing and nibbling on her bare shoulders, neck and ears.
She was already hot and breathing hard when Chima pushed her down to her knees. Kneeling in front of him, just as she had knelt at the Altar during her wedding, Gerrie pulled out his black cock and gazed at it, for a moment. She resisted the urge to gobble it up straight away, kissed it lightly and began to make love to it slowly, up and down his shaft, with her mouth and tongue.
Brett was mesmerised, watching her lips graze over the black man’s cock, then her jaw was stretching to accommodate it. The image of Gerrie in her virginal white dress, on her knees, her hair done up just as it had been at their wedding had a power Brett hadn’t anticipated. He checked again, to make sure the camera was running, he did not want to miss a minute of this.
He had dreamed it would be sexy, but the reality was beyond his imagination. Her beautiful face tilted slightly, all her attention on the black shaft before her, her lips parted. He watched as her head moved forward slowly, her lips contacting the fat helmet that crowned the cock, then sliding over it.
She kept pushing forward, forcing the cock deep into her mouth, letting herself feel his penetration. Chima had no words to describe the intent look on her face; blissful, beatific, joyful, glowing, sublime; none seemed to be the right word. She was in trance, all her attention on his cock.
Tyrell reached from behind her, and slipped his hands into her bodice, caressing her breasts.
Chima, for all the white women he had been with, had not had a blowjob any better than this. Her blue eyes looked up at him as she sucked on him. Her wedding dress, her beautiful bare shoulders got to him and in no time he felt his orgasm building. He saw in her eyes, that she knew he was about to come.
He stroked her hair as his cock swelled and pulsed with the precursors to his eruption. As he came, she just kept his cock in her mouth and he kept his eyes on hers. He struggled to keep from forcing her head down hard onto his cock as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth.
Gerrie felt his cock get bigger and then throb as he came. Her cunt was fiery and wet, and she wriggled her arse against Tyrell’s fingers as she felt him searching between her legs.
Chima’s cum bathed her tongue and pooled in her mouth. She struggled to contain all of it in her mouth but failed. The cum leaked out and spread over her chin and dripped down her neck and into her creamy cleavage.
Some of Chima’s cum, ran onto Tyrell’s hand. He scooped it up with his fingers and rubbed it onto her nipples, which he started kneading and pinching quite hard.
Brett zoomed in to capture it all.
Then they both pulled Gerrie up from her knees and stood her in the middle of the room. They ordered her to turn around and model for them, and then to lift her dress up around her waist and show them what she had under it.
When she lifted it up and they saw the sexy white garter belt holding the white stockings up, they both voiced their approval but told her to remove the sexy white panties. With a wiggle off her bum, Gerrie complied. One hand holding the dress, she sexily bent over and slid her panties to the floor with her other hand.
Chima moved behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her over even more until she was touching her toes. But as she doubled over, Tyrell moved in front of her, he lifted her head back up and offered his cock to her lips. He wasn’t nearly as large as Chima, but she still gasped for air as she struggled to accommodate him. She nearly choked on it though, as she involuntarily jerked forward, as she felt Chima push his tongue into her tight, puckered, brown rosebud.
The feeling was exquisite. She had never experienced anything like it before. She had never even imagined anyone would do something as dirty as that. But the feeling was wonderful and suddenly she was aflame with passion and her cunt felt like every nerve ending was standing up and vibrating. Her reaction to being rimmed made her fall forward and take a lot more of Tyrell’s cock down her throat than she intended, and she panicked as she gagged. Tyrell pulled back though and gave her some respite.
After working her up to a frenzy with their attentions, they laid her across the bed. Chima pulled her dress up and began to go down on her, wrapping his thick lips around her clit. Tyrell was on his knees next to her head, she did not need to be told what he wanted and took his cock back into her mouth again.
She was approaching her first orgasm, when she felt them swap positions and Tyrell poked his cock at her pussy, rubbing it up and down her slit, before pushing it all the way into her wet, slippery cavern. Chima was now in her mouth. She had seen this happening in one of the videos she and Brett had watched. But had never ever expected to experience it herself.
Gerrie was in a fog of desire, her mind split; concentrated on the cock fucking her from behind and the other one in her mouth. She explored every vein and ridge of the cock with her tongue, she licked it from end to end and played with his balls with her fingers, while she rotated her hips around, attempting to get as much of Tyrell’s cock as she possibly could.
Through that misty haze, she heard Chima speak to her, “You ready for me, baby? Are you ready for my cum? You going to swallow it all, like the good little slut?”
Gerrie was surprised, She hadn’t expected Chima could cum again so soon. But she was ready, her heart thudding with anticipation. As Tyrell’s cock in her cunt, became more insistent, she felt Chima up his anti, pounding her face.
Frantic and excited, Gerrie’s orgasm struck without warning, triggered by Tyrell yelling he was coming, and the throbbing spurts of cum, she felt him ejaculating into her. Chima joined him, although the load he deposited in her mouth this time, was much smaller than his first.
They all collapsed on the bed and lay there catching their breath. Then Chima got up, walked over to the fridge and got a couple of beers. He sat on the couch and beckoned Tyrell over to share the beer.
Gerrie just lay there on the bed, her wedding dress still bunched around her waist, her legs wide apart.
Chima spoke up, “Hey, Baby, why don’t you take care of your white boy there while we finish our beers? He looks like he’s gonna mess in his pants.”
Gerrie looked over to Brett, pulled herself together and found enough energy, to cross the room to Brett. Unzipping him, she found his cock was rock hard, she got a shock though, that she barely had it in her mouth, before he groaned and jerked, pumping more cum into her mouth.
She could have sworn that he came harder and with more volume than he ever had before, and he had seemed much larger than usual. When he was finally still, she swallowed the whole goopy mess, and then she stood and kissed him on the mouth. Chima’s cum was still on her chin and her cheeks. She was relieved that Brett was not at all put off by the mess, in fact, he seemed to be just as turned on as she was by the situation.
She staggered back to stand by the bed and saw that her two black lovers, having just watched her and Bretts antics, were already showing signs of being ready to play some more. They only let her stand there for a minute, before standing, coming to her and manhandled her onto the bed.
Placing her on her hands and knees, Chima pulled her dress up around her waist again, exposing her ass. Then kneeling behind her, she felt him trying to feed his half-erect schlong in again.
As she knew he would, Tyrell got on the bed in front of her and offered his semi-hard cock to her lips. Gerrie was exhausted, she was not used to all this sex. She had had more this week than she had had in the last month or two. But she was, still turned on and enjoying all the attention and wasn’t about to complain. So she just opened her mouth wide and accepted Tyrell again.
When they were both almost hard, they pulled back at the same time, she felt a surge of disappointment at her loss. But not for more than a second, as Chima jerked her wedding dress up over her head.
She heard the small cracks as some stitches gave way and wondered if they would be charged extra for the hire when they returned the outfit.
Now naked, she felt herself being pulled down to lie on top of Chima. He had slumped onto his back and held her close with one hand, the other hand snaked down between her legs and it worked at easing his fattening cock further into the folds of her cunt.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Tyrell reach over to the bedside table and grab the KY Jelly. Gerrie shivered in anticipation, but tempered with a large amount of fear, as she felt him applying the jelly to her brown bud. She looked to Brett for some encouragement, concern written all over her face as she panicked about being able to accommodate them both.
He was not watching her, he was intent on the settings on the video camera. Disappointed she did not get a reassuring smile from him, she turned her mind back to the two black men that were about to give her her first Oreo.
And when she felt Tyrell getting on top of her and pushed against her tight little rose, she involuntarily tensed up.
Tyrell, spoke into her ear, “Try and relax, it will be much easier. I’ll try to take it slowly at first.”
Gerrie tried to force herself to relax. Thankfully the lubricant did its job and the pain was nothing like what she had been expecting. It certainly helped that Tyrell was nowhere as large as Chima. If the two men’s positions had been reversed, she had no doubt that she would have struggled.
But, whatever, the excitement of what she was experiencing took over, and she pushed herself back against them both. She couldn’t stop a long moan escaping, as she felt both black cocks slowly ease fully into her body.
Soon Chima was shafting her slowly and steadily, while Tyrell, very gently at first, slowly worked himself in and out of her rear passage, trying to get his thrusts synchronised with Chima’s. As the initial sharp pain subsided, Gerrie did manage to relax, and as both men sped up their alternate thrusting rhythms, she responded by moving her hips firmly back against their efforts.
She had never felt anything remotely like it. She opened her legs a bit wider for easier access and felt Tyrell pulling her bum cheeks open so he had better access. Gerrie lowered her head to Chima, sucking on his lips, then inserting her tongue deep into his mouth. They kissed passionately, she, not giving a single thought to how Brett may feel about the kiss.
And again, way too soon, she felt their strokes turn urgent. Tyrell came first, and within seconds Gerrie felt the rush of a huge orgasm run through her. Her jerking and moaning in a tumultuous climax tipped Chima over the edge. Both men pressed hard into her, and she clearly felt them emptying their balls deep inside her. Gerrie gave a giggle of amusement, they sounded like a couple of wounded animals, grunting euphoric endearments in her ears.
Gerrie was exhausted, but the disappointment that it was over, tinged her thoughts. She turned over and lay quietly on her back, legs wide apart, while she watched them move around getting ready to leave. Again she had the urge to ask them to stay the night but kept her mouth closed tight, not wanting to say anything that might upset her and Brett’s relationship.
She heard them hint to Brett as they dressed, that they could be available again on Saturday night. But she heard Brett reply that they would be well on the way home by then.
Once they had left, Gerrie asked Brett if he had forgotten they were not leaving until Sunday. He said he remembered, but she looked so totally worn out, he thought he was doing her a favour. Gerrie thanked him, but the feeling of disappointment and loss was solid in her gut. She fully understood now how women talked of becoming infatuated by black cock. And that Brett was obviously a bit jealous and not ready for her to participate in another lascivious round of sex.
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A few weeks later, Gerrie and Brett were in their darkened living room. The video on their TV was coming to the end. It was the last tape they had made in New Orleans. They had four, almost commercial quality tapes, one of which they had watched almost every night since coming home. She had told Brett he had missed his calling. They both agreed that the last tape was their favourite, they had watched it a lot more than the others.
Gerrie was kneeling on the couch, her elbows on top of the seatback, with Brett embedded deep in her arse. They were both trying to make the sex last, gritting their teeth in an effort to hold off their impending climaxes.
But as they came, almost together, and both collapsed in a post-orgasmic torpor, Gerrie asked Brett if he had thought about another trip to New Orleans anytime soon.
Brett held back from answering and watched in amusement as a worried look appeared on her face. He knew she was worried she had overstepped the mark. But he laughed, and put her mind to rest, replying, ”I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to ask me that.”
