I was sitting by myself at a table for four in the mall’s food court. Halfway through eating my chicken fried rice, three black guys that I’d seen earlier walking around and flirted with very briefly, came over and sat in the empty chairs. They were all wearing thug tee shirts and baggy pants that hung half off their hips.
“You don’t mind if we join you do you,” one of them said.
“It’s a free country, last time I checked anyway,” I replied, and then added, “You guys not eating? What are you doing here?”
“We’re eatin’. Wes, go get us burgers and fries.”
The guy I figured was Wes jumped up and headed to the burger place. I also figured Mr. Talkative was the leader of their small group. He went on, “We think you’re the hottest chick here. You buy anything so far?”
I kind of chuckled to myself. Hottest chick, yeah right. Although I did look good. Braless in a cropped tank top and pretty short shorts showed off my assets—emphasis on ass—quite well.
I answered simply, “Nope.”
“You go to the University?”
“Yup.”
“So, what you lookin’ for? Maybe we can help?”
Yeah, right. These three guys are going to help me pick some intimates that I was looking for at Victoria’s and a few other stores. “I was looking for bras and panties. You experts in them?”
He put on a big smile. “Oh yeah! We be total experts in dem. Looks to me like you don’t wear dem much anyway, at least the bra part.” He tapped the other guy’s shoulder and they both snickered. “So, what’s yo name anyway? I’m Coal and dis here’s Junior. Here comes Wes with our burgers.”
He tossed a stuffed bag on the table, set down a cardboard tray of drinks, and sat down as the other two ripped open the bag and grabbed the food.
“I’m Layla. The all-American meal I see. That your go-to grub?”
“You right there! Can’t beat a good burger and crispy fries. No offense, but we’re not real big on Chinese food.”
“None taken. To each his own,” I said as I finished up my rice. “I’m gonna take off pretty quick. Nice meetin’ you guys.”
“Whoa. Wait a minute. What you gonna do? Why don’t you hang with us for a bit? We’ll treat you real good.”
Well, there it was, their pickup line. I figured something like that was going to happen. “Un-huh. Treat me ‘real good’. What’s that mean?” From the beginning, I’d figured these guys were thinking let’s pick up that white chick and we’ll all get to fuck her. I wasn’t really down for that at the moment and I had a party to attend that night, plus these guys didn’t strike me as university students. That last part was really neither here nor there, it’s just how they struck me. Actually, they were good-looking in their own sort of ghetto-ish way, and I was having fun with our banter.
“Well Layla, when you go to those fancy fraternity parties you ever smoke some weed?”
“Sure,” I replied quickly. It was one of my weaknesses—I do have a few.
“Well, we just happen to have some available. Good stuff. If you be interested we could go to our crib and get down with some. We get it from a local grower and supervise its resale,” he said with another quick chuckle.
“Let me guess. You guys live in the Morgan Apartments just a couple miles from here.”
They all started laughing. “Guilty as charged Miss Layla. You afraid to come to the ‘hood? All us black folk hanging around in dat big complex, woo.”
Laughing, I shot back, “I’m not afraid. Should I be?”
“No reason dat I know of,” Coal replied.
I was weakening. It was a tempting offer. I was a minor league pothead, but I was also able to maintain a three-point-six grade point average.
Thinking these guys were cool to joke around with, I was convincing myself that I’d have fun, maybe even… well, that would require some musing about letting my freak loose. I should explain. I’m the girl that fits the expression about being a lady in public and a slut in the bedroom. I hide my wicked, naughty desires in a cloak of innocent propriety quite effectively, but when turned loose those desires take over.
Having mostly decided, I said, “How ‘bout I follow you back there?” as I quickly snapped their pictures. “They’re already in the cloud. I have any problems and my friends will know. The cops will have the pics. We cool?”
“Very clever, Layla. We cool. No probs, just fun. Let’s go,” said Coal.
With that, we headed for the mall parking lot. Being the quintessential poor student, I drove a scooter. The boys, as I was now beginning to think of them, had a customized Escalade—poor indeed!
During the short drive, I’d thought about whether or not I should really do this. I could turn left and head back to the university or turn right and follow them to the apartment complex. I considered how things might go if I really went with them. I had no safety worries and admit that the thought of sex had more than a minor appeal at that point, especially if they happened to be endowed like the black guys I’d seen in porn and once in real life. Giving in to my dark desire, I decided to see how things played out.
Having followed them out of the mall parking lot, less than ten minutes later we were turning into the Morgan parking area. Going all the way to the back of the complex, they pulled into a spot and I parked next to them.
We walked toward Building 15. They were all prominently numbered. Four guys were hanging out by the entrance, all of them ogling me up and down. They were all smiling and laughing in a low snicker. I imagined what they were thinking—those thoughts fueled my growing naughty feelings. Coal gave them a look and they immediately got quiet and looked away. One said, “Huh, sorry, Coal. No disrespect, man.”
“You better avert or you wake up blind, chuckle-head.” Then he turned to me. “Don’t pay dem morons no mind. Dey ain’t got a brain between dem.”
Having gotten accustomed to stares long ago, I just giggled while not giving away my inner thoughts.
“They’re just wishin’ I was goin’ to their ‘crib’,” I said.
“Probably, but I don like my friends being disrespected.”
Smiling I said, “I’m cool dude and ready for some smoke.”
“Cool, baby. We just gonna chill and enjoy ourselves.”
I may have been crazy, but I was feeling better and better about my decision to come with these guys. People may live different lives but once you get to know them we’re all human at a basic level. I was confident that the day was going to turn out just fine.
We went into the building, up the stairs, and about halfway down the hall. Coal opened the door to number 1524 and led me in, closely followed by Wes and Junior. The shades were closed and the TV was on. A girl was sitting on the couch watching it.
“Neequa! What the fuck you doin’ here? You supposed to be out taking care of bidness.”
She jumped up saying, “Sorry Coal. I got delayed.” All she had on was a pair of panties. Her large boobs jiggled alluringly, as her black nipples, pierced with gold rings, completed the picture.
“Get yo ass dressed and git out! Go see what Big Boy might have for you.”
“Okay, okay,“ she said as she grabbed around for her clothes and pulled them on. Her shorts were like Daisy Dukes and her top was cropped just barely below her ample boobs. Hurrying to get out she winked at me as she passed by and said, “Have fun girl,” as she disappeared out the door. I thought it was a pity she wasn’t going to stay.
“Ah… What’s with—?” I said and was cut off by Coal.
“Don’t pay her no never-mind. She’s a friend who sometimes takes advantage of my friendship. You smell the pot, right?”
“Ah… yeah.”
“Well, then you get the idea. C’mon, let’s sit down. You drink beer? Like music?”
“Yes and yes.”
He patted my butt and urged me forwards toward the couch. “Hey!” he called out, “get us a couple beers and roll us a big one. We gonna share it.” I plopped down on the couch and he dropped right next to me. Picking up a couple of remotes, he clicked off the TV and asked if I liked Marvin Gaye as he pushed a few more buttons and Gaye’s soft, sexy voice started to play.
“Sure. Who doesn’t? He was one of the greats.” His voice would put almost any girl in the mood. I know it did me. Right about then Junior arrived with two cans of cold Bud.
“Wes be right here with the doobie,” he said.
“Good. Make sure it’s rolled tight,” Coal instructed.
“You got it boss,” Junior said as he hurried away.
Coal picked up the beers and handed me one. “Here’s to Layla. Chill and enjoy yourself baby girl.”
Smiling, I replied, “Thanks! I intend to,” and took a big pull on the can. “Ah, that hits the spot. I’m beginning to think this might just turn into a good afternoon.” I sighed and snuggled a bit closer to him. He put his arm around me, his fingers dangling just above my left boob. I wondered if he was going to slip down the last inch or two. I took another drink and let out a satisfied sigh.
“You feel good girl. You happy?” Coal asked.
Now I was seriously flirting. My freak was clawing its way out. The dimly lit room, the mellow music, the beer, a strong man holding me close, what’s not to like I thought. Right about then Wes showed up with the joint.
“Here ya go boss. Nice and tight, just how you like ‘em,” He said with a chuckle as he handed it and a lighter to Coal and disappeared. I hadn’t really put together just how much of a boss-gofer relationship they had. I’d pictured them as pretty much equals, but that clearly wasn’t the case.
“Aight. Now leave us be. I call if I need somting.” Turning to me, he said, “You ready for some smoke?”
I batted my eyelashes and said in a baby-style voice, “Okay Daddy. You’ll take good care of me, right? I’m just a little thing.”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, right. Little miss innocent. Sit on my lap. Straddle me and we’ll share smoke. You done dat befo?”
Straddling a guy, sure. Sharing smoke, I was not totally sure what he meant. So I continued with my baby talk as I moved my legs over to face him. “Oh Daddy, you’ll have to teach me about sharing. I can feel your potency. You won’t take advantage of lil‘ ole me now will you?” More eyelash batting.
He laughed again as he fired it up and took a couple of quick puffs to get it going good. “Sharing smoke is inhaling deeply and then slowly breathing it out into the other person face as dey inhale. It’s kinda a double hit. More bang for your buck, so to speak.”
“Gotcha! Sounds like a good idea.”
“Okay. I’ll go first. Get ready to breathe in when I exhale.”
With that, he took a big toke, held it for a few seconds, and then slowly began to release it toward me. I was ready and began breathing in as the smoke surrounded my face. Damn, I thought as I took it in, this is good shit! No ordinary street weed.
He finished and I said, “Wow! Great stuff. Even second hand I got a good hit. Okay, my turn. I want a virgin toke.”
“I don’ handle no weak ass shit. People pay top dollar for this cuz it’s the best. Go for it girl!”
I took a really deep breath. I could feel my whole body tingle. Then I slowly let it out into his face as he breathed in deeply.
“Damn and damn. This is some super good shit! I gotta take it slow… Daddy.”
He smiled and said, “Tol’ ya,” as he put the joint down in a tray. “How ‘bout I check you out a bit as we mellow?” his hands were already beginning to move up my sides.
“Check away Daddy. I hope you don’t mind small tits. Your friend has huge ones.”
“Size be only for the eye. Pleasure be in the mind.”
He began tweaking my hard nips. I moaned softly. God that felt good. Now was the moment. Stop him or proceed to the inevitable. I choose inevitable.
“Oh yes, Daddy. Squeeze them. Rub them. They’re yours.” I grabbed the hem of my top, pulling it up and off. I’d crossed the Rubicon and was not looking back.
He lifted my chest to his mouth, engulfing a nipple, circling and flicking it with his tongue as he sucked on it. Putting my arms around him, I knew I’d made the right choice. “Oh god yes, Daddy. Suck my tits. I love it!”
He released me long enough to ask, “More smoke?”
“Fuckin’ a,” I almost shouted.
He set me back on his lap and relit the joint. “Exhale,” he told me as he took a deep drag and held it. Then, raising his thumb, he began to breathe out. I inhaled as the cloud enveloped me. Ahh, the feeling. The feeling that was already there now became overpowering, the desire to suck his cock. I felt its hardness pushing against my ass.
He handed me the doobie. My turn. I took in the deepest breath I could and slowly released it back to him.
“Again?” he asked.
“No,” I said as I pushed myself off his lap and to the floor on my knees. My fingers were sure as I unbuttoned his beltless shorts. They came down easily and his cock sprang up. Good god, I thought as my eyes feasted on the black beast. So thick. My hands did not close around it. Two hands holding it and still its head was there, waiting for me, enticing me. Leaning forward, my mouth took it in, kissing, licking, sucking as my hands moved up and down. The thought of it in me was both terrifying and thrilling. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to the enjoyment of his hardness sliding in and out of my mouth.
“Oh yeah. Dat’s it, Baby Girl. Suck my dick. It’s gonna be fuckin’ your sweet pussy soon. You want it don’ ya?”
“Mm-hmm,” was all I could manage. My mind was in a whirl from the weed and the thought of this monster fucking me. I briefly wondered if Junior and Wes were similarly equipped. That was a somewhat scary but intriguing thought.
He kept encouraging me and praising my skills as he ran his hands through my hair. A few times he tried pushing me down to take it deeper. Each time I gagged. Sometimes I could do that, but he was just too thick.
Eventually, he lifted me up saying, “Get those shorts off and sit on my lap. Rub it up and down your slit. I want you to feel it down there.”
Giving him a provocative look, I whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
Dropping my shorts, I climbed back into his lap and held his cock. He pulled me into a kiss as I began to rub it against me. I was getting a small taste of how much I was going to be stretched. More bliss as I rubbed it against my clit and our tongues intertwined.
With his arms around me, he stood, picking me up as if I was a feather. His shorts dropped to the floor and I brought my legs around him, which pulled his cock slightly into me.
“Oh god,” I blurted, as I thought, damn that feels good. This is going to be great.
“Time to be on a bed,” he said and started walking. That motion pulled him more and more into me. Once there, we broke the kiss, but he managed to stay in and keep slowly filling me more and more.
“You like dat black dick don ya girl?” he said with a roguish grin.
Grinning back, I said, “Fuck yes, you wanton seducer of helpless girls.”
He paused, saying, “I guess I’d better stop. I don’t want no problems.”
Bucking up against him, I replied, “Don’t you dare! I was kiddin’. You better fuck me silly. Make me cum and cum!”
With that, he got serious, as if he wasn’t before. Adapting quicker than I expected to, he was soon pounding me as I clawed the bed and screamed out my orgasms. I rode the peaks of orgasm to the valleys in between. Time after time I was squealing in lustful delight as I was lost in my own world of wicked rapture.
Suddenly he pulled out and almost before I knew it, I was flipped onto my knees. Then: THWACK-THWACK, as his hand spanked my ass.
“OW! Shit, that—”
THWACK-THWACK
“That smarts!” I shouted, as the stinging shot through me. I desperately wanted him fucking me again but there was something about the exquisite burn he was creating… something inexplicable. It was double-edged, pain and pleasure mixed, a yin-yang thing. These thoughts only took a fraction of a second.
THWACK “Bad girls know dey need to be spanked—THWACK—are you a bad girl?”
My mind was reeling. Everything seemed incomprehensible. “YES!” I shouted. “I’m fuckin’ wickedly bad.”
“And what do bad girls need?”
“Spanking?” I replied tenuously, just as I felt his cockhead sliding up and down my slit. “NO! Fucking! This bad girl wants fucking!”
“But you know you want both don you?”
Knowing I’d crossed another watershed, I replied quietly, “Yes.”
With that, he only pushed in a couple inches and started rapidly fucking me.
At first, that surprised me. “Oh god, yes! That’s what I need. Fuck me!” But soon I realized what he was doing and I wanted it all. “Deeper! Quit teasing me. I want it all.”
He said, “You mean like this?” as he rammed in fully.
I gasped for breath and instinctively tried to pull away. He jerked me back as I gasped out, “Fuck yes! Just like that!” This bad girl was majorly back in her groove.
Soon I was into the peaks and valleys of sexual thrills. The peaks were mind-blowing orgasms that racked my body. The valleys were the wonderful feeling of his thick cock pumping in and out of me. There was no downside to this, just the decadence of continuing pleasure punctuated by the almost other-worldly ecstasy of orgasms.
His stamina amazed me. He never stopped, barely slowed, and that was only occasionally. Sometimes he’d grab my hair and pull me up and back, deepening his penetration. There were the sporadic smacks to my ass, which only served to galvanize my physical response. I had no idea of time. Everything was something of a blur.
When he once again grabbed my hair and pulled me seemingly tighter than ever I was beginning to think that I might actually pass out from the continuously increasing arousal state he had me in. At that moment he groaned and I felt his cock begin pulsing his hot jizz into me. That feeling pushed me into one last, huge, body-trembling orgasm. Staying in me, we fell sideways to the bed, gasping for air as our hearts pounded to send blood through our exhausted bodies.
I spoke first. “Oh my god. I never imagined it could be this good. I came so much I… I really don’t know what to say.”
He kind of chuckled and said, “I guess you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed it!? I thought I was going to die. Not really, but I mean… holy crap! You’re like a machine, a big black fuck machine. I’ll never be the same.”
“Guess dat’s good?”
“I guess time will tell about that.” At that point, I really did wonder about that. “How many other girls have you done this to?”
“You mean white college girls?”
“Yeah.”
“A few. It’s not exactly an everyday thing.”
“So, I’m not the first to get this treatment?”
He grinned. “No, you’re not the first.”
“You’re not real talkative about this.”
“What do you want me to say? It happens from time to time.”
“Do they come back for more?”
“Some do… have. You wouldn’t be the first, if dat’s what you mean.”
I laughed and said, “Do I need an appointment?”
He grinned (he did that often). “I’ll give you my cell. You’re always more than welcome.” By this point my body had returned to a fairly normal state. I’d turned to face him and could feel spunk slowly leaking out. He went on, “You know you’ve got two guys out there hungering to be in here with you.”
“Oh god! I’d totally forgotten. See what you did to me. Do I have to? That’s stupid, of course I don’t. Do I want to, that’s the question. Or maybe it’s can I take anymore?”
“All dat’s up to you.”
“Are they as big as you?”
“No. Maybe a bit more than average but not like me. You ever do two guys at once?”
“Kind of. One after the other, but not at the same time.”
“So, new experience for you. If you’re up for it. Dey’ll treat you right. I guarantee dat.”
“Will they eat my pussy with your spunk in it?”
“If I tell them to. You like dat idea?”
It was a fantasy I’d harbored. “I’ve always liked the idea… and I’ve pretty much recovered from your ravishment of me.”
“Is dat what I did?”
“In an amazing way. Put your number in my phone. It’s in my purse. And send them in. I’ll just lie back, relax and see how things go. Tell them what I expect.”
We kissed and he got up. As he was about to open the door he looked back, smiling, “See ya later Bad Girl.”
“Is that what you think of me?”
“Only in the best way. Some bad girls can be very, very good. You in dat category.”
That actually made me feel good. It’s good to be bad, sometimes, I thought.
I’d heard the three of them talking but couldn’t understand. As I thought about what was about to occur I ran a finger between my legs and tasted Coal’s jizz. I don’t know what I expected, but I liked it, much like I enjoyed most all my previous spunk-consuming experiences.
My thrills with Coal let my freak fully out. I felt bold and confident, eager for Wes and Junior to appear. Soon, they were in the doorway, pausing as they saw me on the bed, legs spread wide.
“C’mon guys. Why are you still dressed? I thought we were going to have some fun.” Like I said, bold and eager.
“Damn girl, you one fine woman,” said Wes.
Almost simultaneously Junior said, “Fuck girl, you so hot I might burn myself touching you.”
I grinned and chuckled as I watched them strip, replying, “Thanks, guys. So I assume Coal told you my requirement? I haven’t moved much. Trying to keep as much in me as possible.”
“Yes…,” Wes said slowly. “We’re hoping dat you’ll reconsider. We don’t do stuff with other guy’s stuff.”
By this point they were naked and their dicks pretty much at full attention. “Well, I guess that’s it for sex today, at least for you guys.” I again slipped a finger into my vag and pulled it out as I talked, bring it to my mouth and sucking on it. “Mmm, tasty!” I said with a smile. “Shame really. Your dicks look inviting and ready to go. Definitely larger than Coal sort of led me to believe. Oh well, your loss.”
At this point they were both at the edge of the bed, almost drooling in anticipation of what was within reach. Actually, I was eager for what they were offering but unwilling to give in. I started rubbing my boobs and tweaking my nips as I let out a low moan of ecstasy intended to overcome their last bit of reluctance.
They looked at each other. Wes said, “Junior, you going to let this go away? We talked about this. You lost the toss. Step up man. You said it yourself, she’s hot shit and wanting us.”
Suddenly Junior sprang from the floor and landed in the middle of the bed, right between my legs. Without a word he grabbed my ass and buried his face in my slit, his tongue and lips moving enthusiastically.
“Yes!” I shouted as I squeezed and pushed Coal’s splooge into Junior’s energetic mouth. “Do it, Junior. Make me cum!”
Wes, needing no encouragement, was already on the bed brushing my lips with his cock—I greedily took it in.
I’d thought about this ever since I fucked the two frat guys last semester. Of course I was on an alcohol high when I was talked into going to their room “for some fun,” but I knew exactly what their plan was, however I had to act a bit like I was being coerced to avoid the easy slut label.
It turned out that their plan was not what I’d imagined and wanted. I did fuck them both, but it was individual action. One watched the other. I’d expected real two-on-one—that never materialized, until now. This was wonderful, just as I expected.
The thrill of the sensations enthralled me. My pussy was teeming with electrifying sensations while my hands and mouth were relishing sucking and licking Wes’s cock. Even though I felt the orgasm building, it hit faster than I expected. My legs started trembling, then my whole body, as Junior’s tongue concentrated on my clit. I lost Wes’s cock as I shouted, “FUCK! I’m fucking cumming! Yes, yes!”
Wes chimed in, “Do it Junior! Eat dat pussy! Make her squeal and shake.”
Junior did just that. His hands had me locked to his mouth and he didn’t let up. My whole body was shuddering.
“Damn! Okay, enough. Stop. I can’t…” Just then another orgasm overwhelmed me. I lost total control. All my shaking and jerking didn’t break me free. Finally, as I was gasping for breath, he let up.
I thought Coal was good, and he was, but I thought I might pass out just from Junior going down on me. As I recovered my breath he was already rubbing his dick up and down my slit. Damn, I thought, he’s not wasting any time. Not that I minded; I was just surprised. That was when Wes spoke up.
“Hey Junior. My turn now. Let me up there so I can eat her out. Dat’s the deal, remember?”
“Sorry, but fuck you, bro. I ate Coal’s spunk and got her off plenty. Now I’m gonna fuck her cuz she wants and needs some good fucking. You can eat my spunk later. Right, Baby Girl!?”
He said all this as he kept looking in my eyes. They were hypnotic. I’m sure I was still a bit dazed but he was right, I did want to get fucked, and I was in no condition to really care who did it. Plus I couldn’t take my eyes off his, even as I felt him start to push into me. So I just agreed. “Right! Put that big black cock in and fuck me to heaven.” I meant orgasm heaven, not the other one.
“But Junior, Coal said she wanted—”
“I don’t give a fuck and neither does she. Right, Baby Girl?”
By then he was at least halfway in and slowly pushing further; I wasn’t about to tell him to stop. I just closed my eyes and half-whispered, “Right.” I didn’t hear any more from Wes, not right then anyway.
Junior put my legs under his arms and leaned forward, pinning them to the bed by my head as he drove in me fully. His face was inches from mine, his dark eyes seemingly seeing deep to my core. My body relaxed as I softly moaned, “Oh fuck.”
“You love my big black dick, don’t you, baby?” he said as softly as I’d spoken.
This was not Coal. This was different. This was intense but somehow gentle, potent but restrained. I did love it. Even with no movement I felt consumed, craving for more but not frantic—I just knew he was what I wanted and needed at that moment.
“Yes, Daddy, I love it. I need it. You’re going to give it to me aren’t you, just the way I need it.” That’s when he started to pull back, his eyes never leaving me.
“Yes, Baby Girl. I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from cumming. You want dat don’t you?”
My whole body tingled with his words. Somehow I was out of my body staring down at myself, my knees by my head, a black man engulfing me. I’m not sure it was me who spoke. “Oh yes, Daddy! I’m your Baby Girl. Take me. Use me. Make me cum and cum. I crave that black cock.”
He did what he said he would. He was slow at first, but not for long. Every time I opened my eyes, his were staring into me. I had this feeling that he was inside and outside me at the same time. His fucking was wonderfully perfect and perfectly wonderful.
My first orgasm was not long in coming. My arms were flailing, my feet thrashing around. “Fuck Daddy! I’m cumming! Yes, yes, yes!”
He never let up. Each stroke was full and strong. I thought I could feel his cock veins sliding against me. Every nerve in my body became supersensual. Gasping for breath became almost constant as the orgasms came quicker and quicker. I’d past the point of shouting about each one. It felt as if one was always either starting, peaking, or fading, and each was a bit more intense than the previous. Passing out now seemed a real possibility.
Then, “I’m gonna cum baby. You want my hot jizz? I’m gonna fill dat hot little pussy!”
That had become a trigger for me. The feeling of spunk shooting in me always gave me a huge orgasm. I managed to semi-shout, “Give it to me, Daddy! I want every drop of your jizz. Fill me up!” With that, I heard him groan and felt his first gush. “Fuck yes, Daddy! Fill me! Damn, I’m cumming!”
Feeling him spurting was the last thing I remembered until my eyes slowly fluttered open. He was propped up on his arms, cock still in me, my spread legs laying on the bed. He chuckled as he said, “Welcome back Baby Girl. Seems I made good on my promise.”
It all came back to me in a rush. “Holy shit! I really did pass out. Oh. My. God. Unfucking believable. And you’re still in me.” He started to pull out. “No! Don’t! I need to just lay here a moment and take it all in. I love feeling you filling me. This is amazing. We’ll have to do this again.”
“Anytime, Baby Girl, anytime,” he said, sporting a big grin.
“Ah… hello. You two love birds about finished?” Wes needled Junior. “I’d appreciate my turn with Miss Bad Girl. You are a bad girl, aren’t you? A bad baby girl,” he said as he stared at me.
I know I blushed. I could feel the heat rush up through my face. “Coal told you that?”
“Mm-hmm. Very bad apparently,” Wes said in a deadpan way.
Junior spoke up as he pulled out. “Hey bro, sorry about dat. I was just so riled from eatin’ her out I had to fuck her.” Then turning to me he said, “You going to let him, right? I know you the energizer bunny so you can take my man. He’ll treat you right!”
I was laughing to myself at this exchange. No doubt I was tired and just a bit sore, but he was right, at that moment I was the energizer bunny. This was for me. Besides the pure exciting pleasure, I’d never been with three guys. There was no doubt I was going to do it.
“Hey Wes,” I said, “you take his place and go down on me. Clean me real good and then we’ll fuck ‘til you fill me as full as Junior just did. I’ve been looking forward to feelin’ your dick in me.”
Suddenly he was all smiles as Junior moved and he took his place. “See dat Jun?” he said, “She been saving the best for last. She been wanting this fuckin’ her.” He was waving his dick around as he was talking.
As he was settling into position I told him to take it easy and just lick me deep until I told him to stop. I wanted more of a break before the third, and final, round. I expected that Wes had some pent-up energy that I was going to feel, one way or another.
Holding my hips with both hands, his tongue started to probe and lick me. That was my cue to squeeze my vag muscles, thereby ejecting as much of Junior’s spunk as possible. Wes never flinched. He chowed down like I was Tupelo honey. I was impressed and delighted.
Even though he did take it slow and easy, it wasn’t too long before I felt that familiar sensation of impending orgasm. I started squirming a bit; he held me tighter. Clutching the sheet in my fists, I began moaning out, “Oh… oh yes… uh huh… like that… perfect!” Then it hit. “Fuck yes! Damn, damn! I… Oh my fucking god!” Whatever else I uttered was indiscernible but very descriptive of my feelings.
He moved quickly to kiss me. We urgently locked lips and swirled our tongues. When we eventually separated he stared at me much like Junior had. I got that same feeling of my soul being probed. Then he said, “So, is it Bad Girl, or Baby Girl?” He waited for me to answer.
I looked at him coyly. “A combination of both.”
“Dat’s good,” he said with a sly grin. “Well, it’s time for you to get on your knees, Bad Baby Girl. I’m just going to make dat BB Girl.” As he moved away he said, “So, BB Girl, flip over, raise dat hot ass up, and keep your face on the bed. You need some doggy-slappy action.”
As I moved I thought: fuck, Coal told him. Oh well, he was right, I did like it. Plus he didn’t seem as rough as Coal. So far he was intriguingly wicked and roguish, my kind of guy. He brought me back to the here and now by grabbing my hips, pulling me up further than I’d been, and smack, smack, smack!
“Now who’s bad,” I said as I wiggled my ass.
SMACK, SMACK! “I am,” he said as he began pushing into me.
Being a bit of a smart ass, I retorted, “So, how do you like sloppy seconds?”
“It’s sloppy thirds by my count, BB Girl. How do you like this?” With that, he swiftly plunged fully in.
“Great!” I struggled to utter, as the shock and pleasure of his quick penetration ran through me.
“Good, BB, cuz you’re about to get much more!” He proceeded to fuck me like a madman.
Never having had this much sex in such a short amount of time it was hard to draw a conclusion, but he was definitely making me cum faster than either Coal or Junior. Was it me or them or a combination? All I knew for sure was it was true. Not that I was thinking much about that at the time. I was just riding the waves of orgasms he was giving me.
After I’d cum a few times, I felt his thumb pressing on my pink star. A previous boyfriend had seduced and initiated me into anal sex, something I’d found to my liking numerous times, so my star automatically relaxed. As a result, his thumb easily invaded me.
I moaned a bit, but with my head buried in the pillow, hoped he hadn’t heard me or drew a conclusion from his easy entrance. I knew I wouldn’t turn him down if he went there.
For a while, he just kept his thumb in place with only our moving bodies causing any special feeling. But then he started to move it up and down as he kept pumping me with his cock. The extra sensation was arousing my desire, but I tried not to show it.
After what had been just a series of mostly moans and shouts, largely on my part, he suddenly said, “So, I guess you really are a Bad Girl!” as he increased his thumb’s motion. “You love anal don’cha, Bad Girl!?”
I ignored him and increased the volume of vocalizing my enjoyment. He increased the force and speed of his thumb’s action as he went on in a chant-like way. “Bad Girl, Bad Girl, nasty Bad Girl. Gonna fuck her ass. Gonna plow her back door. C’mon nasty girl, tell me you want it. Tell me you want this big dick in dat oh-so-white and sweet ass.”
“Oh god!” I groaned. I saw it all like a movie. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I felt like the slut that I was. That’s not a bad thing. It’s just a thing I work hard to keep secret from as many people as possible. It was a reflex, but then everything clicked. I’d programmed myself so totally, I’d discarded where I was and who I was with. No one would ever know I’d fucked three guys from the ‘hood.
I exclaimed, “Fuckin’ a right I do. Are you man enough to do it?” In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought.
“You bet your sweet lily-white ass I am! I’ll bet you’ve never had a dick like mine in there either.”
At this point, he’d removed his thumb and was slowly withdrawing from my pussy. I was calming down a bit and replied, “If you’re going to do this then lube me up and go slow and easy to begin.”
“Whatever you say Bad Nasty Girl. I’ll ease into you, but you’re gonna remember me for a long time.”
Oh god, I thought, what have I done? I was sure he was probably totally right about remembering him. As those thoughts were running through my mind as he gathered up my dripping juice and coated my ass.
“Grab those cheeks and spread ’em Nasty Girl,” he said as he rubbed his dick up and down my now slippery and eager ass. I did exactly what he demanded. Almost immediately I felt the pressure. It slowly built as I relaxed. Then pop.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I reflexively jerked from his initial entry.
He laughed as he held me tight, saying, “Surprise Nasty Girl, but you knew dat was coming didn’t you? You’re far from an anal virgin aren’t you?” Not getting any response from me other than a moan, he asked again, louder, as he pressed in. “I said, you’re no anal virgin, are you!? You love this, don’t you!? Tell me you want my black dick fucking your ass!”
I was getting really jazzed as he continued pushing in and just beginning to fuck me. The feeling is entirely different from pussy fucking but the result is the same—orgasms.
“Oh god,” I sighed. Then shouted, “Yes, you mother-fucker! I want you ass-fucking me!”
By this point, my sphincter had completely relaxed and he was pumping me as easily as if he was in my vag. I can’t explain it, but I was in what seemed like a combination of blind rage and sheer exhilaration. I felt like he’d made me his slutty anal whore and I was loving it. Then my first orgasm hit.
I clamped down and shouted, “Fuck YES! Fuck my ass. Fuck my slutty ass and make it yours. Harder! Deeper! Make me cum and scream.”
As the orgasm passed, I relaxed, only to clamp down with the next one, and on and on… All this as I clutched the pillow and screamed variations of: oh god, fuck me, I’m cumming, and other mostly incoherent babbling.
My mind was whirling. I couldn’t think. He had me completely in his control. I expected to pass out. That’s when he stopped.
“NO!” I shouted. “Don’t stop! Damn, you really had me going. I mean, what the fuck dude!?” I turned my head to look at him as I was shouting. He was laughing. That just got me more exasperated. Being still impaled and in his firm grip I didn’t understand.
“C’mon Junior. Slide in,” Wes said.
I still didn’t get it. Junior was sitting on the side of the bed as Wes lifted my hips. Junior, now almost laying beside me, began to ease his way under me. Then I got it. “Oh no. Wait a minute. Are you guys doin’ what I think you’re doin’?”
“Depends on what you’re thinkin’ Nasty Girl. What you thinkin’?” Wes said, smirking at me.
“DP, that’s what I’m thinkin’. You guys want to double fuck me. Oh my god! Two dicks in me. You’ll destroy me.”
“We won’t ‘destroy’ you. We’ll just give you the fuck of your life,” Wes said.
I’d actually had dreams about this. Masturbated to thoughts about it. Watched porns of it. I really wanted it, but now that it was about to happen… I was both thrilled and terrified.
I blurted out, “No… Well maybe. But what if… I mean yes, but can I…” I just let out a long sigh. Junior was now fully under me. I felt his dick against my vag, waiting. Holding my head, he pulled my lips to his. Our tongues intertwined. Wes let my hips down a bit. Junior began rubbing his cock against me—it was starting to go in.
“I think Nasty Girl really wants this, but now’s the time to tap out baby. We’re no rapists. Say yes or no… Nasty Girl.”
My freak had never been let this loose. Of course I was going to do it. I just had to say it.
“Well, Jun, it looks like Nasty Girl isn’t as nasty as we thought. I’ll just lift—”
“NO! I mean yes, lets do it!” I burst out with. “God help me. I want it.”
Wes started chuckling and said, “See dat, Jun. She’s as nasty as I thought. Okay, NG, you about to be the debauchee. See, even though I didn’t go to college I know some big words. Enjoy the ride.”
“Fuck you!” I snapped back with a giggle.
By then Junior was half in me and Wes still had me fully impaled. Then the fucking started.
“Oh my god. Oh my fuckin’ god! Unbelievable. This is— FUCK!”
Wes had just pulled almost fully out and then rammed back in! They were getting their opposing in-out rhythms coordinated. Already an orgasm was building. A few more strokes and they were in sync. I was holding Junior tight as he held my head so we could kiss. I couldn’t believe the intensity. “Normal” sex could be intense, but this was like that on steroids.
Then: “Oh yes! I’m cumming. I’m fuckin’ cumming like… Holy Shit! FUCK, fuck, fuck!”
It was overpowering, all-consuming. My whole body was trembling as it was pinned between them. I’d never felt anything close to this. Torrent after torrent swept through me as their perfectly timed strokes triggered a primal lust I’d never known. I was lost in a screaming, moaning, orgiastic mania.
The inevitable eventually happened. I felt it coming on. Wes groaned loudly as his spunk began pumping into me. My eyesight defocused and began to dim. One last orgasm and my world went black. All sensation ended.
Only a minute or two later, so I’m told, my eyes flickered open. I was on my side, with splooge leaking out of me. Wes was facing me, Junior behind me.
“Well, look who’s back,” Wes said, teasing me by batting his eyes. “Nasty Girl done proved just how nasty she is… super nasty! How’s it feel to be totally fucked out?”
“Fucked out, huh? That’s probably a good term for how I feel. You know, you guys have ruined me.”
“Ruined you? What you mean, BB Girl? Dat pussy gonna be just fine. It’s fine right now,” Wes said.
“I mean orgasmic fun ruined. Holy shit, I came more than ever before and passed out twice. I’ve never done that, never even thought about it. Now I’ll always think about this. What could compare?”
“She does have a point there Wes. What could ever be better than us? Maybe she really is ruined,” Junior said in a very serious way.
“Dat’s totally true bro. Remember Deenisha and Monique?” Wes then turned to me. “We fucked them out like you and dey never found other guys dat did it for them. Dey kept coming to us for more an more… until dey went psycho dat is. Always felt sorry for them. I guess you doomed to the ‘hood for life. Dem white boys ain’t gonna cut it anymo.”
By now I was laughing. “Nice try guys. Somehow I think I’ll recover. That doesn’t mean I won’t be back though. Second helpings of dessert are always good.”
We joked around until I felt recovered enough to shower and get ready to leave. When I’d finished and dressed, I walked out to the living room. All three guys greeted me effusively, expressing how much they’d enjoyed me. I’m sure that was all about the fucking part. Not that I wasn’t totally enthralled with the thought of a return visit… or two.
Probably needless to say, I didn’t make it to the party that night. I’d already pushed the limits of too much of a good thing, and looked forward to my next exploration of that zone.
