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If You Can't Take a Joke

by shooter3704 (C)

It started, at least for me, at the Christmas party last year. My husband, 
Charles, who everybody calls Chuck, made an ass of himself by hitting on 
every woman at the party. Of course he was drunk and I suppose that should 
excuse some of his unseemly behavior. I'm Andrea Fox, wife to Chuck. Most of 
my friends and family call me Andi. Chuck and I live in the suburbs in a 
nice house with a nice mortgage. We both have good jobs and the money rolls 
in and right back out again. We're living the American dream. In other words 
we're in debt to our eyes.

Chuck and I met in college, dated a few months, got engaged, and married as 
soon as we graduated. We've been married for five years come next June if we 
make it that far.

The major problem I'm having is Chuck doesn't see the problem. He refuses to 
acknowledge that he screwed up at the party. To him it's all a big joke. I'm 
not laughing.

I will acknowledge that I'm being a little unfair about it, but that hasn't 
helped much. I decided to withhold sex to punish him. I know now that was a 
mistake. The silly prick is so busy he didn't know I cut him off. I'm the 
one who ended up receiving the punishment because I like...no, I love sex.

I like everything that a man and a woman can do for each other. Really. I 
like giving head and I can get myself off sucking Chuck's dick. I like anal 
sex and I like it when Chuck goes down on me. Like I said, I love it all and 
like an idiot, I cut myself off. Well, nearly. I still have my trusty dildo.

The month of January and most of February were blanks as far as sex was 
concerned. I think what pissed me off most was Chuck didn't seem to mind. 
Valentines Day has always been special for me and Chuck, but this one passed 
by without even a box of candy. Now I was really pissed at Chuck, even 
though he realized he missed the special day and tried to make it up the 
next week. He claimed he was so busy it slipped up on him. I believe him, 
but it didn't make much difference by then.

I had made up my mind to stop punishing him, and me, and get thing back to 
normal with us. After that screw-up I made up my mind to really get back at 
him. I would find myself a stud and screw him until his eyes crossed.

I didn't have anybody in mind at the time. I hadn't seriously considered 
having an affair since Chuck and I said 'I do', but now I was looking around 
at what was available. Now that I had made up my mind, I wasn't in any 
hurry. In fact a calmness settled over me and life became bearable for me 
again. ***

If the truth be know I was enjoying shopping around. I studied the available 
men where I worked, at the club, even at the grocery store. I selected, and 
unselected first one guy and then another.

I was still checking out the herd in early spring. No man seemed to fit my 
self-inflicted criteria. I wasn't looking for a studmuffin. Looks weren't 
that important to me. They never have been. I would have been hard pressed 
to tell anyone, myself included, exactly what I was looking for. I would 
recognize him when I saw him, I was sure of that.

I almost didn't recognize him. It was a pretty day and I was taking my lunch 
outside in a small park across from the building where I worked. He looked 
nothing like I imagined he would look. Not even close. He was tough looking. 
A large man both in weight and height. Not fat, just big all over. Massive 
chest and thighs. He looked like a professional athlete. Maybe a boxer or 
even a football player. And he was black which was perfect because Chuck 
wasn't a fan of black people. I've heard him make disparaging remarks many 
times about black men. Now I had a target and his name, according to his 
name tag was S. Healy. I found out later the S stood for Seth. He was 
wearing the uniform of a city policeman.

When I first saw Seth, he was busy running off some bums that had invaded 
the park hoping to find someone who would give them money. He didn't have to 
be physical, he was larger enough to make his point. He glared at them and 
told them to leave. They all left. He glanced at me, smiled, nodded, and 
continued on through the park.

I didn't see him the next day, but I did the day after that. It rained for 
the next two days, but the next sunny day he and I were back in the park. It 
was almost as if we had an appointment to meet.

"So officer," I said when he approached the bench where I sat waiting. 
"What's the S stand for?"

"Seth, Ma'am," he said. His voice was deep as one would expect from such a 
large man. "Seth Healy. You are Andrea Fox. They call you Andi with an I." 
That surprised me because I wasn't wearing a name tag. He smiled showing 
strong white teeth. "I checked you out."

"Oh? Why is that, Officer Seth Healy?"

"I always check out a pretty woman who seems interested in me. You are 
interested aren't you?"

"Did your investigation reveal that I'm married?" I asked, ignoring his 
question. He nodded. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Not so much," he answered flashing his white teeth at me again. "Not if it 
doesn't bother you. How about drinks after you get off? Say six at the Old 
Town Tavern?"

"I..." I had started to say I wasn't off at that time, but I usually was, 
and I was pretty sure he knew that. "Sure, why not? Where is the Old Town 
Tavern?"

"Two blocks south and three block over. Middle of the block on Center 
Street. I'll be in civvies so don't look for the uniform. See you at six." 
He smiled again and strolled on down the path.

I entered the tavern with mixed feelings. You name an emotion and I 
experienced it. During the afternoon I decided not to go a couple dozen 
times and changed my mind each time. I was one mixed up lady, I can tell 
you. I wasn't overly concerned about being seem with a man of a different 
race. I dated some black man before I met Chuck. I even had sex with a 
couple of them. I found them no better or worse then the white boys I dated.

"Hi Andi," a voice said beside me. It was Seth. "I wondered if you'd show. I 
have a booth over here." He led me to a back booth. A waitress materialized 
and I ordered a white wine and he ordered a beer.

"You look different out of uniform," I said when the drinks were delivered. 
"Not so intimidating."

"You think I'm intimidating?" he said laughing.

"Yes, a little. How long have you been a policeman?"

"Eight years. I was in the service before that. Army military police. What 
do you do with your time?" I told him that I was the office manager for an 
insurance firm.

"I guess you knew that didn't you. Didn't your sources tell you?" I asked.

He laughed. "Yeah, not exactly what you did, but I knew that you worked in 
an insurance office. The doorman is a wealth of information. I didn't do a 
computer check or anything like that." I noticed that he was looking at me 
with a piercing gaze. "I'm trying to figure you out, Andi. I'm going to do a 
little guess work. You are dissatisfied with things at home with hubby. 
Maybe you have a curiosity about black men. Or, you're mad at hubby about 
something and you want revenge. How am I doing?"

"Not bad," I admitted. "Are you married, Seth?" He shook his head.

"No, not any more. She couldn't handle the pressures of being a cop's wife. 
She split a couple years ago. How about you, any kids?"

"No, no children. That was an aggravation that neither of us wanted. How 
does it make you feel? I mean that I'm trying to use you to extract 
revenge."

"Whatever floats your boat. I don't mind being used by a beautiful woman," 
he replied with a grin. "Are you sure? You can't undo anything you know."

"Yes, I'm sure," I answered, surprised that I did feel sure. "So what now?"

"We finish these drinks and go to my place," he answered. "I'll take your 
clothes off and fuck the shit out of you. How does that sound?"

I tossed off the rest of the wine. "About right," I said, getting to my 
feet. "Let's go." I was suddenly in a hurry to get it done before I changed 
my mind.

Seth's apartment was less then a block from the tavern. I left my car in the 
parking lot and we walked to his place. Seth wasn't a braggart,. He did fuck 
the shit out of me. Sex with the big black man was hot, sweaty, and 
electrically charged. He was a masterful lover. He brought me to one orgasm 
right after another for over an hour of constant sex. My previous encounters 
with the black students had not prepared me for what I got from Seth. It 
didn't even come close.

Seth had me begging him to fuck me. I pleaded, swore, and groveled to get 
him to do me again and again. I've never begged in my life the way I did to 
Seth. I even asked him to fuck my ass. I wanted to feel his wonderful love 
rod in every hole.

Like every woman that came before me and those who will come after me I 
required myself to believe that Seth and I connected. That it was more than 
just sex. I knew better, of course.

I got home about eight o'clock beating Chuck by nearly an hour. I took a 
long hot shower and waited for the feelings of remorse that never came. If I 
had any remorseful feeling, however slight, Chuck took care of them by 
ignoring me when he got home. "Fuck him," I said out loud. "Fuck him and the 
horse he rode in on."

I met Seth a couple of times a week for the next month. He never failed to 
give me complete and total satisfaction. I retired the dildo after the 
second date. In every respect, Seth was a man a woman could count on. He was 
always hard or at least a few minutes away from an erection. He was game for 
whatever I wanted. If I asked him to be forceful and fuck me hard, he did. 
If I wanted it gentle, that's what I got. In just a few weeks time, Seth 
destroyed every preconceived notion I had about black lovers being demanding 
or overbearing.

On our anniversary Chuck and I went out to dinner and a movie. We were 
polite to one another and all in all it was a pleasant evening until we got 
home and Chuck planted himself in a chair and turned on a ballgame. I went 
to bed and thought about Seth's big cock and the fact we were meeting the 
next afternoon. Chuck, that son of a bitch, was making it very easy for me 
to cheat on him. ***

In early July Chuck left town for three weeks. He had an assignment on the 
west coast. He had made several trips before. Instead of a goodbye kiss I 
got a wave from the driveway as he pulled out. I guess that was when things 
got weird. I took some of my vacation and so did Seth. We went to Little 
Bear Lake for a week.

It was at little Bear that I first experience sex with multiple partners. At 
first I thought it was accidental that we met one of Seth's friends there. I 
found out later that there was nothing accidental about it. Seth invited him 
to come.

It was our first night there. Seth and I were in the lounge at Little Bear 
lodge having a drink. We had a nice drive down and were unwinding from the 
trip.

"Hey, there's Mark Gibbs," Seth said. "I used to work with him on the 
force." I turned to see who he was talking about. Gibbs was even bigger and 
darker than Seth. He was standing just inside the lounge door. Now I know he 
was looking for us, but at the time I thought he was just checking out the 
people.

"Used to? What happened?" I asked turning back to Seth.

"Got caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing," Seth said as a 
matter of fact. "Resigned from the department. He runs his own detective 
agency now days." He waved at the man. "I'm going to invite him to join us 
for a drink. Is that all right?" I assured him it was fine.

"Hey, big man," Seth said giving the large fellow a manly hug. "How they 
hanging?"

"Nearly to my knees," Gibbs answered with a loud laugh. Several people were 
looking at us. One white woman with two big black men will attract 
attention, but I didn't care. I didn't know anyone at Little Bear Lake. Mark 
gave me an appraising look.

"This is Andi," Seth said. "My special friend."

"Hello special friend," Mark said taking my small hand in his massive paw. 
"Any special friend of ol' what's his name is a special friend of mine." He 
signaled a waiter for drinks. Over the next hour I had a full glass in front 
of me all the time. I was getting pretty tipsy.

The conversation stayed pretty general for most of the time. Mark and Seth 
caught up on people that knew and that sort of thing. They both tried to 
keep me in the conversation but since I didn't know any of the people they 
were talking about I stayed lost most of the time.

Seth invited Mark to join us for dinner, which was fine with me even though 
he didn't ask. Mark was funny and he told a lot of jokes. Before, during, 
and after dinner we had a lot to drink. I was really buzzing when Seth 
invited Mark to come back to our cabin and join us in the hot tub. Again I 
didn't mind, but it would have been nice to be asked.

Back at our cabin I went to put on my hot pink bikini. I came back into the 
room and saw that both Seth and Mark were already in the tub so I joined 
them.

I'm not sure how it would have gone if I hadn't been drunk. Probably the end 
result would have been the same. I'm sure I would have realized that Mark 
and Seth didn't have anything on sooner. I noticed that they were naked when 
Seth pulled me over onto his lap and fondled my breasts. His dick was 
already half erect. Something hard for even a drunk to not notice. Thinking 
back on it, I wasn't upset or even surprised. I remember giggling a lot. I 
do that when I've been drinking.

"You never met a woman who can suck cock like Andi," Seth said to Mark. 
"She's good."

"Got to admire a woman who's a good cocksucker," Mark said seriously. For 
some reason I found that to be funny so I laughed.

"Yeah," Seth said. "Likes to fuck, too. Fucks like a minx. Can't get enough, 
can you Andi?" If I responded I don't remember what I said. I just remember 
that was when Seth untied my bikini top and threw it out of the tub. "Look 
at these puppies," Seth said holding my heavy boobs up for Marks inspection. 
"You ever seen tits as nice as these?"

"I don't believe I have," Mark answered. "Fuckin' nice titties. I like big 
fat white tits." He got up and set on the edge of the tub and that's when I 
saw he was naked, too. I also noticed that he was hung like a horse or at 
least a pony. His cock was standing up and seemed to be looking right at me. 
His dick had to be over eight inches long and thick. He was a lot bigger 
than Seth.

"Honey, go give Mark some of that good head," Seth said pushing me toward 
Mark. "Show him what a great cocksucker you are."

It seemed the natural thing to do, so I did. I had to stretch my mouth to 
get all of Marks cock in it. God, but he was big! While I took care of 
Mark's dick, Seth got the bottoms off of me. I could feel his fingers 
probing my pussy while I gave his friend head. It wasn't long before my 
juices were flowing. Seth had a couple of fingers working in my puss. I 
liked sucking Marl's cock, too. Sometimes I think I enjoy giving head 
because of the feeling of absolute power I have over the guy. If a woman 
could make demands while she had her mouth on a man's cock, she could get 
anything she wanted. Alas you can't talk with your mouth full.

"Andi climb up on that thing and give Mark some of that wonderful pussy," 
Seth whispered in my ear. "Fuck that thing, baby. Put his big black cock in 
your little white cunt and fuck him."

I'll be the first to admit I didn't resist to any degree. Hell, I didn't 
resist at all. I was hot as hell and there was a wonderfully hard cock right 
there for me to enjoy. I straddled Mark and while he aimed his cock at me, I 
settled down on it. I came before it got in me more than a couple of inches. 
I came again when he was all the way in me. I kissed the big man as I rose 
and fell on his huge cock.

"How do you like Mark's cock, Baby?" Seth asked me. I told him I liked it 
fine. Actually I don't know what I said, but I did like it. He had me full, 
and I was stretched as I had never been before and it felt great.

I felt Seth's hands caressing my butt and playing with my asshole. When Mark 
lay back I went with him and that was when Seth stuck a finger deep in my 
ass. I came again. I came when he put two fingers in me and had a big orgasm 
when he got his cock in my ass. I was skewered between two big black men and 
loved it. After a moment they found a rhythm that sent me into outer space 
and back again. I was climaxing fast now.

After that we got to one of the beds and they continued to fuck me. One at a 
time and both at the same time. They kept me flying for hours of orgasmic 
bliss. I don't know if I went to sleep or passed out.

I was awaken by lips on my nipple... on both of my nipples. I opened my eyes 
to see two heads hovering over my chest and two sets of fingers on my pussy. 
That was the start of the second day at Little Bear.

None of us left the cabin until late in the afternoon. I spend the day being 
serviced by two black cocks. I couldn't help but wonder why I waited so long 
to discover the joy of having two men at my beck and call. If one hard man 
is good to find, two hard men are a treasure. Luckily Little Bear Lodge 
offered room service or we would have starved to death. When we finally did 
leave the cabin it was to take a walk along the shore of the lake. Even then 
one or both of them were touching me and telling me what a great piece of 
ass I was. Having two adoring men is a heady trip. Sometimes they would tell 
me what they were going to do to me next.

"Goina turn your white ass out for all the brothers to fuck," Mark told me. 
"You're goin' have more black cock in you than you ever imagined. Miles of 
black cock in your cunt."

"Yeah man," Seth joined in. "In your ass, too. We know a brother that's 
going to love fucking your white pussy. He sports a foot of hard. fat, black 
meat. He likes to hear white bitches scream when he pours the meat to their 
ass."

"You talkin' 'bout Rat?" Mark asked. "Yeah, one time he fucked a little 
white bitch so hard she like to died. Bitch was in the hospital for two 
fuckin' weeks when he got done with her. Rat's a fuckin' machine for sure. 
Fucks a woman for hours without stoppin'"

At first I didn't know what to make of their talk. After a while it started 
turning me on. I could imagine myself being fucked by this man they called 
Rat with the foot long cock. I wondered what it would be like to be "turned 
out" for black men to fuck. I started joining in the word games.

"So when am I going to meet this Rat?" I asked. They assured me that it 
would be soon. "Are you going to charge the brothers to fuck me?" I 
inquired. Mark said no, but Seth said they would charge a little something 
to cover expenses. He said a dollar a fuck would be about right. When I 
asked if I wasn't worth more than a buck, he told me not to a brother. He 
told me if some white dude wanted my pussy it would cost a couple hundred 
for just an hour. That made me feel better for some stupid reason.

I don't know how may possible positions two men can get one woman in, but 
I'm confident we tried them all. It was somewhat amazing to me how at ease 
Mark and Seth were with each other. There didn't appear to be any dominance 
thing going on. If one was alpha, I couldn't determine which one it was. If 
one was kissing my lips, the other took advantage of the other end of me. If 
one was fucking my pussy, the other gave me his cock to suck or managed to 
fuck my ass, or sometimes they seemed to be content to just watch me being 
fucked. I kept watching for signs, but there was no jealousy of any kind 
between the two men. Actually they both seemed to enjoy sharing my body with 
the other.

Mark stayed with us the entire time we were at Little Bear Lake, and the 
next five days and nights were nothing less that a fuck-a-thon. I left the 
lake a well fucked woman.

***

For the next week Chuck was gone, one or the other or both of them were 
either at my house or Seth's apartment. It was two weeks of fun and games. 
Nature shut me down for the last week Chuck was out of town. It was fine 
with me because I needed the rest, but resting got old before the week was 
up.


Chuck breezed back into town happy, he claimed, to be home. Happy that his 
temporary assignment had earned him a big promotion. Happy to see his wife. 
I suppose that was the truth. He took me to bed for a romp within a few 
minutes of coming in the door. It was nice, but nothing like the sex I had 
gotten used to. I got the feeling that Chuck was fucking me because he felt 
it obligatory and no so much because he wanted to.

Chuck had been home for a week when I got a call. I just walked in the door 
when the phone rang. It was a call from his girlfriend. Apparently Chuck 
found some company while he was out west. I explained that Chuck, who she 
called Charles, was at work and that I would be sure to give him the message 
to call her. She told me to be sure Charles knew she was ready to fly east 
and join him. When she asked me who I was I told her I was the next ex-Mrs. 
Charles Fox and hung up.

I spent the next half hour feeling sorry for myself and getting really 
pissed off at Chuck. I spent the next half hour getting over it. What the 
hell was I so pissed off about? I cut the bastard off and sent him off out 
of town, didn't I?. What did I expect? I had just spent two weeks being 
fucked by, not one, but two black studs, so I didn't think I had much right 
to get all righteous about it. By the time Chuck got home from work I was 
calm. I had figured it out.

"Hi Chuck," I said when he walked in the door. "Sherrie from LA called and 
told me to tell you that she misses you." Chuck turned as white as a ghost. 
I thought he was going to pass out on me. "She said to tell you that she's 
ready to fly out here and marry you."

While he gasped for breath I handed him a whiskey and Coke. If anybody ever 
looked like they needed a drink, Chuck sure did. I'll give him credit, he 
didn't attempt to mealy-mouth his way out of it. Yes, he had met somebody 
and yes, it was serious.

"What do we do now?" he asked. He was on his third drink and had most of his 
color back.

"We have about five thousand in savings and about that in home equity," I 
told him. "You'll need a place for you and Sherrie, so I'll take the savings 
and you take the house. Is that fair?" He nodded. "We have about a thousand 
in the checking so I'll take half of that. As far as the furniture and stuff 
we'll work something out. The bills we have, with the exception of my car 
payment, you take care of. Don't shake your head, Chuck. Don't make me get a 
lawyer and clean your plate for you. This is a good deal and you know it. 
I'll not use any of the credit cards that are in both our names. I have my 
own Visa and I'll take care of paying that. I'll get a motel for the night 
and find a place tomorrow." He quibbled a little bit but not much. He looked 
relieved that it was all out in the open.

I called Seth and asked if I could stay with him until I found a place. He 
immediately agreed and told me to come on.

The next month was a blur of activity. I filed for divorce using a cheap no 
frills attorney. I found a nice apartment a few block from where I work and 
got moved in. Seth kept after me to stay with him. Mark offered me his place 
also, but I wanted a place of my own. Besides I had seem Mark's place and it 
wasn't fit for human habitation.

The only fly in the ointment was when we went to my old house to get some of 
the furniture. Seth and Mark borrowed a truck and went with me. It was a 
Saturday and Chuck was home. He nearly shit when he saw Seth and Mark.

"Which one are you fucking?' he sarcastically asked me when we met alone in 
the hall.

"Both of them," I answered, smiling at him. "At the same time," I added with 
a grin.

"You're a nigger lover?" he asked astonished. Until then I think he thought 
they were coworkers or just friends.

"Yes she is," Mark said coming toward us. "A mighty fine piece of tail, too. 
Man, I can't figure you letting go of her ass. Andi can't get enough of our 
nigger cock." It was obvious that Chuck wanted to say something but he lost 
his nerve seeing the look in Mark's eyes. I didn't blame him. Mark looked 
scary as hell even to me. The rest of the move was without incident mainly 
because Chuck disappeared from sight. I left well more than half of the 
furniture and things for Chuck and his new love interest. I was fair because 
I didn't hate Chuck, I just didn't love him any longer. Besides, I didn't 
have room for any more. ***

Luckily I had new friends because apparently Chuck got all our old friends 
in the divorce settlement. I wasn't too upset because most of our social 
friends were from Chucks work and they are a bunch of snobs. In retrospect 
it happened very quickly. One day I was a married woman and the next I 
wasn't, but I wasn't sad. I was mostly philosophical about it..

Both Seth and Mark seemed to know that I needed some time to be alone and 
get my head straight. For the next couple of weeks, except for an occasional 
phone call to see if I needed anything they left me completely alone. It was 
a time for thinking and rebuilding. I went to work, came home, read several 
books I had been meaning to read, and thought.

One afternoon after work I walked into my apartment and suddenly decided 
that I was tried of being alone. I called Seth, but he wasn't at home so I 
left a message that I wanted some company. He called me back within an hour 
and said he was on his way.

When Seth arrived I met him at the door wearing a Victoria's Secret ensemble 
of black half bra and matching thong with black stockings and high heels. I 
think he may have spoken, but I'm not sure. He was on me, covering me, 
consuming me within seconds of closing the door. It was hot, passionate, 
pure animalistic sex. It was great.

Seth fucked me like a man processed. He came several times and I came a 
bunch. I don't know if Seth called for reinforcements or Mark somehow knew 
that I was back in the game. He showed up a few hours after Seth. Hell yes, 
I was back in the game. I was a come depository for two black studs and 
loved it. Too much fucking wasn't anywhere enough for me. ***

It was late summer when I finally met the man my guys referred to as The 
Rat. Seth and I were having dinner at a nice little Italian place. We had 
just finished our meal when Seth looked up and frowned.

"Shit, here's the Rat," he muttered softly. "Where have you been keeping 
yourself, Rat?" I followed his gaze and saw the man he was talking to. He 
was black and about the same size as Seth, but that was about all the 
sameness. Rat was a cruel looking man without a hint of a smile at meeting a 
friend. His eyes were dark and lifeless. His head was shaven and reflected 
light gleamed off his skull. He looked at me as if he saw prey instead of a 
person.

"You know fuckin' well where The Rat has been," he said in a low soft voice. 
In the clamor of sounds in the restaurant I had to strain to hear him. 
"Fuckers had The Rat locked up."

"Yeah, I heard," Seth said. "Just get out?"

"Yesterday. Who's this?" he asked indicating me.

"Andi this is The Rat. Rat this is my lady, Andi." Rat nodded his head as if 
confirming something he suspected. He kept his disturbing eyes aimed at me 
and sat down in an empty chair.

"Any good?" Rat whispered.

"It's not very nice to talk about..."

"The Rat asked you a question, Seth," the man said shifting his dead gaze 
toward Seth. "I asked if she was any good."

"Very good," Seth said glancing at me to see how I was reacting to being 
talked about as if I were not there. "Ask Mark Gibbs if you don't believe 
me."

" Saw Mark this morning and he said you and him had a white slut you was 
both fuckin'. You look good." It took a moment to realize he was actually 
speaking to me. "Hear you like black cock. Is that right?" It was a stupid 
question and I almost told him so, but there was something about him that 
indicated I shouldn't be flip with him. I simply nodded.

"Who besides you and Gibbs, who's been fuckin' her?" Rat asked Seth. "You 
turned her out yet?"

"No, just me and Mark so far," Seth answered. "We aren't ready to share just 
yet."

"Figure you better get ready to share," Rat said shifting his penetrating 
gaze back to me. I felt a shiver run through me. I don't know if it was fear 
or what caused it. "The Rat goina be wantin' some of her pussy. How you feel 
about that?" I didn't know if he was asking me or Seth. I was wondering if 
he always referred to himself in the third person.

"She be fine with it," Seth answered. "Gal like plenty of hard cock, don't 
you Andi?" It was funny that Seth, who normally was an articulate person 
seemed to change his manner of speaking to something I assumed was street 
talk. Even his gestures were different. "When you got the time, Rat," he 
added. I had never seen Seth this deferential to anyone.

"Be your place 'round nine," the man said rising to his feet with another 
close look at me with his empty eyes.

"Damn," Seth said softly. "I thought the prick would be in prison longer 
that this."

"What the hell just happened?" I asked Seth. "Did you just make a date for 
me with...him? That's not going to happen. I don't want anything to do with 
him."

"Okay," Seth replied slowly. "If that's how you want it. Rat don't know 
where you live or work so you won't have any problem. I'll..." his voice 
faded into silence.

"Who is that guy? Will he make trouble for you?"

"The Rat is a stone cold killer," Seth said seriously. "He don't feel like 
most folks do. Yeah, he'll be problematic, but I can take care of myself. 
Mark and I have always wanted to go to Australia and see the sights."

"Are you serious? He's that dangerous?"

"Yes," Seth said simply. "He more than half nuts. What makes him dangerous 
is he don't mind killing or being killed. He doesn't think that way. Let's 
get you out of here and someplace safe."

"All because I won't have sex with him? All this trouble because of that?" 
We were walking toward my apartment. "Can't he find any other willing 
women?"

"Oh, I guess so," Seth said. He was looking in every direction. Carefully 
looking behind us. "Rat is weird. He never uses whores and he never fucks 
the same woman twice. Not that they would agree to do so anyway. Mark and I 
were just fooling around with you when we were talking about giving you to 
Rat. Hell, I thought he was put away for at least another year or so. 
Fucking system is all fucked up."

"So you're saying that if I agree and I meet Rat, he'll leave us alone? "

"Yes. Like I said he don't go back for a second helping. I'm going to be 
honest with you, Andi. You don't want to meet with Rat. I don't think he 
likes sex, I think he likes to hurt white women. He thrives on making them 
scream with pain under the guise of sex. I wasn't kidding about his cock. 
It's huge and he uses it like a weapon. Maybe I can come up with some story 
he'll buy. Maybe I can convince him that you left town or something."

"But you're a cop. You carry a gun. How can he hurt you?" I was more than a 
little confused.

"Rat won't bother me directly. He'll go for my family or friends or fuck me 
up with my job some way. He's nuts, but he's smart as a whip."

We walked on without talking for a while. I asked myself several questions. 
Did I like Seth or Mark enough to put myself in danger? Was I that afraid of 
the Rat? I had proved to myself time and time again I could take a big dick 
so how big could Rat be? According to Seth it would only be a one time 
thing. I stopped in my tracks having reached a decision.

"I'll do it, Seth," I said. "I'll meet and fuck this Rat person."

"Are you sure, Andi?" Seth asked. "This isn't play shit. It's for real."

"Come on," I said taking his hand. "We'll have to hurry if we're going to be 
there by nine." ***

Rat was prompt. He arrived at exactly nine o'clock. He opened the door to 
Seth's apartment and walked in like he owned the place. He looked around and 
nodded to Seth.

"You need to be somewhere else. The Rat wants to be alone with this cunt. 
Put some loud music on before you haul ass, too. Fuckin' neighbors don't 
need to be hearing her squall."

Seth turned his stereo on. It was some loud thumping music. He looked at me 
without expression and left, closing the door behind him.

"You heard 'bout me?" Rat asked walking toward me. "They tell you I'm a mean 
fuck?" I nodded. My mouth was too dry to attempt speech right then. "I hear 
you got big fat titties. Show me something." Because I was anticipating a 
night with Seth I was wearing a pale blue panty and bra set. The bra was cut 
low and just barely covered my areolas. With trembling fingers I unbuttoned 
my blouse. "Nice," he said when I had removed the blouse. "The Rat likes 
what he sees so far." He was standing about two feet from me. I unsnapped my 
jeans and slid them down and kicked them away. I could see something in the 
man's eyes now. Interest, passion or maybe just lust. I wasn't sure what I 
saw, but there was defiantly something going on in there.

"Don't take the bra off yet," he instructed. "Take your tits out over the 
top." I did as he ordered me to do. "Play with them. Pinch your nipples. 
Shake your titties for me." Again I did as he said. "You like your tits 
played with, bitch?" I nodded. He took a step toward me, grabbed both 
nipples and jerked me to him. I yelped with surprise and pain. He bent me 
back and put his mouth over mine. I could feel his tongue searching inside 
my mouth. He may be one mean son of a bitch, but by God he knew how to kiss. 
I was wet in an instant. I felt the fear draining out of me being replaced 
by desire.

"Get on your knees and take The Rat's pants off," he ordered after he 
released me. I knelt and unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down. I 
was expecting to see a large cock but nothing could have ever prepared me 
for what I saw. I pushed back when it sprang out at me. It was bigger than 
any cock I had ever seen, even on the porno tapes I had watched. I didn't 
not doubt that it was a foot long. Rat's cock was too long to stick out, but 
it hung nearly to his knees. It twitched and jumped as if it had life of 
it's own. The head of his cock was half again as large as the shaft. It 
flared out like a mushroom. I noticed a drop of moisture on the very tip. 
Without giving it any thought I leaned back toward him. I reached and lifted 
the black hose, and licked the moisture from it.

Once when I was in school I touched a charged ball at the science fair that 
was designed to make your hair stand on end. Touching Rats giant cock had 
the same feeling. It was as if I were being filled with electricity. I 
stroked it a couple of times and felt it jerk. I used two hands and jacked 
him a few times looking up to see his face. He was staring down at me 
without any expression except maybe a slight smile. The smile could have 
been my imagination.

"Is your pussy ready for Rat's cock?" he asked in his soft smooth voice. I 
didn't answer because I wasn't at all sure I could accommodate such a large 
cock. I wasn't sure any woman could. He apparently didn't expect an answer. 
He lifted me up and carried me to Seth's dining table. He put me down and 
pulled my butt to the edge of the table. With one mighty jerk my panties 
were gone. Ruined and gone. He threw the scraps on the floor and knelt down 
and kissed my pussy. He pushed my legs back opening me up to completely 
exposed my pussy. He put his head back into my crotch and begun to eat me 
with gusto. Not only could he kiss, he could eat pussy with the best of 
them. I tried to consider that fact. Did a sadists eat pussy? But I was lost 
in the thrill of being consumed and couldn't get my thoughts together..

Rat orally brought me to two big orgasms. I was thrashing and rolling my 
head on the table top. Suddenly he stopped eating and stood up. He put the 
head of his massive organ to my pussy lips. I opened my eyes and saw that he 
was grinning as he pushed his cock against my opening. I opened my legs even 
farther to ease the pressure and suddenly he lunged forward and I heard 
myself scream as the balloon-like cock head entered me. I tried to sit up 
but he held me down and continued to push into me. I screamed again and 
again for him to stop, but he didn't. Not until his cock touched my cervix. 
Then he withdrew most of it and pushed back into me. I was so full of cock I 
couldn't get a good breath of air. I know, of course that it wasn't because 
of that I couldn't breath. It was a combination of several things, fear and 
pain amount them.

I was trying to speak, but all I could do was make unintelligent sounds. 
Soon the pain diminished and I felt something else. It was a rising feeling 
of passion. Rat was methodically stroking in and out of me. Some strokes 
were short and some were longer. For the first ten minutes he didn't vary 
the speed, just the length of the stroke. I came and I didn't even know it 
was coming. It didn't build like Norman. It just hit me. I came again a 
moment later and from there every other stroke he made I orgasm.

I don't remember how long he fucked me that way. Maybe twenty minutes. Maybe 
longer. I do remember the intensity of the orgasms. They were big and 
powerful. They shook me to my very core. I was no stranger to climaxes, but 
I never had any like these.

With his cock firmly embedded in me, he carried me to the bed and fucked me 
there for over half an hour. I passed out at some point, but when I regained 
consciousness he was still in me, waiting for my eyes to open. When they 
opened he started fucking me again.

Among all the other sensations I could feel my throat was sore from yelling 
and screaming. I lost all use of my arms and legs. I had no muscle control 
left in me. I was a rag doll for him to do whatever he wanted to do with me.

I was only just barely conscious when he came in me. I could feel his sperm 
hit the walls of my womb. I had another orgasm and fainted.

When I woke up Seth was washing my face with a cold wash cloth. Mark was 
standing at the foot of the bed and Rat was standing beside him. I blinked 
and looked at the Rat again. He looked different to me. His eyes were clear 
and there was concern on his face.

"How do you feel, Andi?" Seth asked.

"Like a horse just fucked me," I managed to stammer. "How do you think I 
feel?"

"You'll be fine," Mark said. "It's just sensory overload.. Dammit Jimmy I 
told you to take it easy."

"I did take it easy," the man I had known as The Rat said in a whimpering 
tone of voice. Who was Jimmy? I was still wondering when I drifted off to 
sleep.

It was a good thing that the next day was a Saturday because I didn't wake 
up until nearly ten o'clock. My first thought was the question I had gone to 
sleep with. What the hell went on last night ,and who the fuck was Jimmy?

Seth's apartment was empty but I knew my way around well enough to get a pot 
of coffee going. I got in the shower while the coffee was brewing. While I 
washed I considered the events of the previous night. Some things just 
didn't fit, but I couldn't quite get a handle on what. I was on my second 
cup of coffee when Mark came in.

"How you doin'?' Mark said. He got a cup and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"I'm fine," I answered. "Sore as hell, but otherwise okay. Now, Mark you 
better tell me what the hell is going on and don't bullshit me either."

I don't know what..."

"There you go with the bullshit," I cut him off. "You called him Jimmy and 
his eyes were different. What gives?"

"Why don't we wait until Seth get off?" Mark said his eyes shifting around 
the room.

"Let's not wait," I snapped at him. "What's going on, Mark? What's the deal 
with his eyes?"

"He was wearing contacts," Mark answered still not looking at me. "His name 
is Jimmy Short. That's a joke ain't it. Nothing short about him, huh? Anyway 
it was a joke. We wanted to build up the suspense and make it a real deal 
for you."

"There is no Rat?"

"That's what we used to call Jimmy when we were kids. He ain't a killer or 
nothing like that. He's a high school teacher. It was a joke, Andi."

"You and Seth scared the hell out of me for a fucking joke?" I was yelling 
at Mark who flinched as if I had hit him. "You miserable bastards!"

"I'm sorry, Andi," Mark said. "We didn't mean for it to scare you so much. 
Seth just got caught up in the play acting, that's all." I had to admit that 
Jimmy the rat, did one hell of a job acting. I was entirely convinced he was 
a deranged killer.

"I hope you and your asshole buddy, Seth, liked the last piece of pussy you 
got from me, because it was damned sure your last. That was a mean thing to 
do to me, dammit."

"I said I was sorry," Mark said. "We'll make it up to you."

I settled down long enough to remember the last time I cut a man off, it 
didn't work out so well. Pretty soon Mark left me and I gathered up my 
clothes and went home. One thing was for sure. It may have been fake, but 
that big swinging cock of The Rat's wasn't fake by any stretch of the 
imagination. That chunk of meat was the real deal.

Over the next few days I got flowers and candy from Seth, Mark, and Jimmy 
the rat. Yeah, I was going to forgive them for the joke...soon, too. What is 
it they say? "Fuck you if you can't take a joke."

THE END

(In the fantasy world there are no unwanted pregnancies, no aids, syphilis, 
gonorrhea, or genital herpes. In the fantasy world there are no 
repercussions from most bad decisions. In the fantasy world women love to be 
pounded mercilessly by big hard cocks until they pass out. In the fantasy 
world the jealousies are controlled, and people learn to live with what-ever 
lot befalls them. You know this is the real world, so get real and protect 
yourselves. Shooter )
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