“Oh yeah! Ugh! Fuck me! God, your cock was made for my pussy! Fuck
it! Fuck my black pussy!”
I was panting, bent over a stool in Allen’s basement with my long
legs spread and straight to the floor. He was holding my hips,
standing behind me and driving his cock into my cunt hard, taking long
strokes too, the kind I really love. I could feel him pull back so his
swollen cockhead was just at the mouth of my hole and then he’d slam
that thick, white penis deep, reaching for my cervix and the soft
bottleneck leading to my tender womb.
“Take it, Natalie! You slut, you black whore! Fuck my white cock!”
Allen breathed, telling me all the nasty little things I love to hear
during sex.
My tits were swaying like small brown pendulums beneath me, my
swollen nipples pointing at the floor, half an inch long and nearly
black with excitement. I held the legs of that tall barstool with my
fingers almost turning white in my efforts to keep myself steady. The
padded cushion pressed comfortably against my soft tummy and I was
riding that cock eagerly beneath Allen’s passionate efforts to make us
both cum.
“I thought I heard something down here,” his father’s voice echoed
in the unfinished basement and I heard his heavy footsteps
approaching.
“Hey…Dad…” Allen panted. “…I brought…ugh!…Natalie over for…oh!…
dinner!”
“Followed you home, did she? Hi, Natalie,” he chuckled. “You mind
if I give her a little after school snack?”
“Hi…Mr. Summers…” I smiled weakly up at him, tossing my head to
get my hair out of my brown eyes. It was coarse, black and straight
and in my eyes as it swept the floor.
“I don’t mind…Fuck, dad! She fucks good!” Allen slapped my ass
playfully and I yelped softly.
“You want some of this, Natalie?” Mr. Summers was smiling and he
had his cock out already, hard and long and even bigger than his
son’s. A nice white penis that made my black mouth water, just like it
was supposed to.
“Oh yeah…Yes sir…” I moaned, licking my lips and staring at his
white cock as he stroked it just out of my reach. he was teasing me
with it and I jerked forward with my entire body, feeling the
insatiable desire to nurse on the man welling up inside me. The stool
creaked and tilted forward and Allen was right there to pull back on
my hips, driving his cock once more into the depths of my hungry hole.
“What do you say when you want a white man’s cock, Natalie?” Mr.
Summers asked.
“P-Please? May I…Ugh…Please suck your cock…Sir?” I asked him,
wincing slightly as the tip of Allen’s cock brushed the bottom of my
sex, but the pleasure was indescribable.
“You want me to fuck that mouth of yours, Natalie?” Allen’s father
grinned and stroked his penis slowly, wiggling it up and down so that
the smooth glans barely slapped my extended tongue.
“God yes! Yes…Fuck my mouth, sir…” I begged loudly.
“Mmmm…Fuck your mouth…Is that what you want me to do?” he wondered
and I nodded quickly.
“Yesssss…” I hissed, feeling my orgasm coming any moment.
“What a cunt…Jesus! You’re tight in there, Natalie…She’s squeezing
the…Ugh! …hell out of my cock!” Allen said between grunts. I was too,
working my pussy the best I could, like I was drawing my sex right up
into my belly.
“Let me have that cunt mouth of yours, open up you little whore…”
Allen’s dad stroked my hot cheek with his cockhead. “Show me some
love, baby…”
Mr. Summers grabbed my head with both hands, tugging painfully at
my scalp as his fingers became entwined in my hair, and he pushed
himself between my lips hard and fast, crashing the head of his cock
against the back of my mouth. I choked and gagged and he pulled back,
letting me recover for a brief second or two before doing it again.
“Open that throat, Natalie…Show me what you can do, baby!” Mr.
Summers told me and I made muffled sounds of agreement as I worked to
swallow and open the way for his fat prick.
I was getting it from both ends now; this white boy and his dad
fucking his black girlfriend after school. We did this a lot and I
loved it. Allen was the best boyfriend I had, and even though I was
just sixteen, I already had a lot of them. Most of the boys were
inexperienced though and didn’t know how to treat a girl like me
properly, how to give me what I really needed. Allen hadn’t known
either at first, but his father knew. Mr. Summers had grown up with a
little black housegirl for a pet and it hadn’t taken long before the
man was teaching his son how to properly fuck a slut who needed it
hard and often.
“Give it to her hard, Allen,” Mr. Summers was saying. “Open that
cunt nice. I think I’m going to want a little after you’re done with
it.”
“I’m…Yeah…I’m almost there, dad…Jesus…I love fucking this, bitch!”
my boyfriend said, laughing breathless and I rolled my ass for him,
screwing my cunt onto his prick like I’d never let him go.
“She’s a good one alright,” Mr. Summers agreed and he pushed his
cock into my mouth again, catching me right this time and I groaned as
his thickness pressed into the tight confines of my delicate throat.
“Christ…I’m going to cum…Fuck! I don’t wanna cum yet!” Allen
practically shouted with urgent frustration, but he wasn’t stopping.
He fucked me even harder, driving his cock in and out of me fast now,
with short strokes deep in my pussy. His heavy balls slapped my clit
and she was buzzing crazily as I felt my orgasm coming on quickly.
“Ummmm…I got her…” Mr. Summers sighed and I felt his hand beneath
me, stroking the soft skin of my neck, rubbing me there so that he
could feel his cock stretching me. I tried to swallow around him, my
delicate muscles rippling along the length of his prick and the man
was loving that.
And then I was cumming, just like that, and it was scary fun
because I couldn’t breath. My lungs were heaving uselessly as my heart
burned beneath my aching breasts. The weight of my breasts was
unbearable, like the sensation of my pussy clamped around the cock in
my pussy, trying to hold it in place while my cunt spasmed with
pleasure. I thought I’d pass out and I was lifting my hands to push
Mr. Summers away when he finally pulled back, sliding his cock from my
throat and letting me cough and drink cool air as a wash of precum and
saliva spilled onto the cement floor beneath me.
“Good girl, Natalie…What a good slut you are, here it comes again…
Open up…” Mr. Summers warned me and this time it was easier and I knew
after a few more minutes he’d be fucking my throat as easily as his
son plowed my pussy. He’d done this with me before and we were both
good at it.
“I’m cumming…Fuck! Take it Natalie, you bitch!” Allen groaned,
pushing his cock inside me as far as he possibly could, enough so I
felt his cockhead nudging the soft pillow of my cervix.
It brought me off again, even before my first climax ended,
Allen’s orgasm lifted me like a rocket. I had to close my eyes and my
feet came off the floor, my toes curling against the intensity of the
moment. I was balanced on the stool, held in place by the cock
embedded in my cunt at one end, and in my throat at the other. I was
in heaven, there’s no other word for it. This was the rapture stealing
my senses and loosing the flood of my unbridled passion.
I could barely focus on what I was doing, I was being fucked so
well by those two guys, a man and his son, working me over like the
little slut I was. Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm they switched
places and I gasped with renewed energy as my pussy was stretched a
little more than it had already been. Mr. Summers was in my sex now,
straining the soft walls of my cunt with his larger cock, getting a
bit deeper so that instead of just touching the bottom of my sex, he
was plowing into my cervix with every third or fourth stroke, making
me squeal loudly and writhe with a glorious mixture of pleasure and
pain.
Allen shut me up with his semi-hard cock, slimy and sticky with
our combined orgasms. I love that taste, that unique flavor of two
people who’ve been fucking for a good long while. The slightly oily
tang of my juices mixed with the salty sweet flavor of my boyfriend’s
semen. It was a heady combination and I sucked hard at his penis,
licking and swallowing eagerly. I wanted all of it, every drop of that
precious nectar I could get and he was laughing, giddy with his recent
orgasm and stroking my hair lovingly.
“Yeah, Natalie…That’s it girlfriend, clean my cock for me. I love
you so much, baby. You’re the best, I swear…The best girlfriend ever.
I wanna keep you. I want you for my birthday,” Allen decided and his
dad chuckled while we fucked. “Can I dad? Can I keep, Natalie? She can
be my Christmas present too, I don’t want anything else.”
“Well, I don’t know,” the man was working my pussy nice and slow,
holding my ass in his hands and kneading my firm round cheeks. “Give
me a chance to talk to your mother about it.”
“Really?” Allen was grinning and he smiled down at me as I took
all of his semi-hard cock into my mouth, the head slipping briefly
into my throat. “Fuck, that would be so cool. Wouldn’t it Natalie? If
you could be our housegirl?”
“Ummphh hmmpph…” I nodded and Allen’s father decided he needed to
remind me that I was supposed to be fucking, not trying to talk around
his son’s cock. he slapped my black ass hard and I jerked and rocked
my hips against him, begging for more. I liked having a little fire
lit in my bottom like that, what girl doesn’t?
“Damn…She’s tighter than hell, even with all that spunk you put in
her, boy…” Allen’s dad laughed, slapping my ass again and fucking me
at a nice pace. As he slid his cock in and out of my cum filled pussy,
I could feel the thick spend dripping out of me, some of it running
down my thighs, warm at first, but rapidly cooling.
“Mmphhh…” I mouthed Allen’s penis hard, the best I knew how,
washing his cock with my tongue and sliding my tight soft lips back
and forth along his lengthening shaft. He always recovered quickly and
I wanted to make him cum one more time before dinner, so I could sit
down at the table with a tummy full of hot sperm.
“Allen? Natalie? Dinner’s ready…” Mrs. Summers’ voice was coming
down the stairs. “Is your father down there?”
“I’m here…We’re just having some fun with Natalie…”
“Well, finish up now, it’s time to eat…” She clucked her tongue,
or so it seemed to me, but it was hard to tell.
I was pretty busy getting fucked hard right then by Mr. Summers,
who obviously wanted to have a nice cum before dinner. He held my hips
tightly and hunched his body over mine, fucking my slutty black hole
with short, rapid strokes while he grunted sweet nothings into my ear.
“You little cunt, I’m going to fill you up…I’m gonna fuck a baby
inside that pretty black belly of yours…You like that?” Mr. Summers
teased me.
“Ohhh fuck…Yes! Fill me…” I gasped as Allen pulled reluctantly
from my mouth, tucking his penis back into his pants and zipping up.
I’d have to make it up to him later.
“You want a white baby, Natalie? You slut…Take my cock! Ask me for
it…Beg me to give you a baby…” Mr. Summers was getting close now, his
cock making wet squishing noises as it fucked in and out of me.
“P-Please…Sir…Give me a baby! Knock my black ass up…Oh! Fuck me!
Fuck a baby inside me…” I panted, rocking my hips and rolling my ass
against him, wanting to make it good because I was going to cum as
soon as he did.
“Yeaaah fuck…Here it comes! Here’s your baby, bitch!” Mr. Summers
didn’t stop like Allen did; he kept fucking me right through his
orgasm, pumping hot sperm into my pussy and making it really good for
both of us. I could feel his sperm jetting out of him and the man was
always strong like that. His semen joined his son’s, their rich sperm
mixing with my own cum as his cock worked the mess into a bubbling
froth that leaked from our union.
“Ohhh…Yes! Oh yes oh yes yessss…” I was cumming too then, my third
and best orgasm of the afternoon, sending me into orbit as my senses
were rocked. Every part of me seemed to quiver with energy. I was
burning alive, the fire in my belly spreading through my blood, pumped
by my pounding heart into my brain and I was being consumed utterly.
“Oh…Jesus, Natalie. Here…Let me help you…” Mr. Summers was red
faced and smiling as he helped me unsteadily off the stool. His hands
were gentle and warm and I smiled at his strength because I needed it
just then. I was a little wobbly after that great fuck him and Allen
had given me.
“God!” I giggled. “That was good. Thank you.”
“Yeah, thanks Natalie…” Mr. Summers licked his lips, nodding. “…We
better get upstairs…Clean this up real quick…”
I dropped to my knees, cleaning Mr. Summers’ cock quickly while he
brushed my hair back with his fingers. I enjoyed the taste, but there
was little time to really savor that dirty cock the way I wanted to.
Allen was lifting me back up and he smiled at me as I wiped my mouth
with the back of my hand.
“Are you okay, Natalie?” he asked me.
“Oh yeah,” I smiled back. “I’m great!”
“I hope you’re hungry too,” Mrs. Summers voice surprised us. She
was standing there with her hands on her hips and an impatient look on
her face. “Dinner’s been waiting for ten minutes.”
“Sorry mom,” Allen dipped his head.
“Sorry mom,” Mr. Summers mimicked his son with a grin and a shrug.
“Sorry, Mrs. Summers,” I said, offering her an apologetic smile
and she just shook her head.
“Black girls,” she sighed.