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Daydreamin'
by Kylie X

Copyrighted 2007 by the author. This story is for sale. Contact me at
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com to find out how much I'm willing to pay to be
rid of it. Written by an adult (sorta) for adults. This story has been
modified from its original format to fit my screen. Adjust your
monitor as required. If you go to U of M ...Look for me!!! :))) I'm
hiding...And no, I won't say which M that is except, uh, it isn't
Montana! Thanks for reading and oh! Once you go black, you'll never go
back! Everybody knows that!

Daydreamin'
by Kylie X


Thwap-Thwap-Thwap

"Kylie, time to rise and shine, honey..."

I heard a soft male voice singing softly and something hot and heavy,
almost soft but very firm, was hitting me on the face. On my forehead
and cheeks. On my lips.

"Open up, Kylie..." The voice urged me sweetly.

I opened my eyes as I felt that something being pushed into my mouth
and I suckled the familiar shape instinctively. I blinked at the pale
body above me, a white man straddling my face, pushing his large white
cock between my black lips while he smiled down at me. His hands were
on my head, fingers in my hair, and he was stroking me like a favored
pet. I focused slowly, on his taut belly and then higher, his broad
chest and then his face. I blinked as I worked my dry tongue around
the cock invading my body, feeling the strangely welcome sensation of
precum moistening my mouth, the motion of that swollen cock generating
saliva to ease its passage.

"Good morning." He said cheerfully and I closed my eyes because his
alabaster skin was too bright in the morning sun.

He was...I couldn't remember his name. Steve? Bobby? Kevin? I tried to
remember, tried to think, but there was an annoying pounding in the
back of my head. A small angry man swinging a big hammer against my
brain and I recognized the second hangover of my young life for what
it was. I was still sleeping, mostly, and too tired to think.

"Yeah, Kylie suck my cock, baby..." He was chuckling, working his hips a
little now, sliding his prick slowly back and forth.

"Mmmphhhh..." I didn't have much choice, or maybe I did, but I couldn't
feel it.

I could barely move. My whole body felt sore and tired, weary all
over, in my muscles and bones; even my blood seemed thick and lazy. I
had to search for my arms, for my hands, cataloguing my body parts
until I found them and I could lift them slowly to touch the man above
me. I put my hands on his waist, around to the small of his back and
then down to feel his smooth round ass, firm and muscular.

If this was a dream I almost didn't want to wake up.

If it wasn't a dream...Oh shit! I opened my eyes again and I had to
swallow because my mouth was wet now, my tongue pressed flat,
wriggling beneath that turgid cock as it sank to the very back of my
mouth, bringing a weak gagging sensation and the man would withdraw,
letting me recover and catch my breath before trying again. I knew
what he wanted, my throat was still sore from...From the night before?
I'd sucked him, deep throated him, hadn't I? Kevin or Will? Steve...The
names were there, but not the faces and that was weird because I knew
them all so well. I'd sucked them all and...Fucked...Oh God.

My pussy hurt. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, really, and it
was difficult to figure it all out, between the pounding in my head
and the cock trying to force its way into my throat, and the sight of
those deep blue eyes gazing down at my ebony face impaled upon that
ivory cock. I was breathing through my nose and swallowing thickly,
and gripping the man's ass under my fingers, feeling his cheeks flex
as his cockhead suddenly found the too small opening and pushed all
the way inside. My delicate throat forced to stretch almost painfully
to accommodate that thick shaft and bulbous glans. My view filled with
sweaty pale skin as he pulled me close against his stomach. Wiry pubic
hair pressed to my narrow up-turned nose and his balls, wrapped in
their velvet soft sack, fell over my chin.

"Fuck...That's good, Kylie..." He breathed, holding his cock there until I
rebelled against it, desperate for air and he pulled back completely.

His cock hung above my face, wet and shiny and dripping over my full
lips, parted as I drank cool air into my burning lungs. Saliva and
precum pooled and ran over my cheeks and nose, some fell into my right
eye and I blinked at it, seeing the clinging strands connecting my
once beautiful face to the cock that seemed to dominate me
completely.

I knew I wasn't beautiful right then. Not the way I was feeling and
the pain in my pussy and not just there, but my ass too? Oh yeah, my
ass had been fucked sometime during the night...I closed my eyes to
that. I'd been a virgin until yesterday? Or was it longer? I couldn't
remember if this was the first morning I'd woke up this way. Not for
any real reason, just the sense of déjà vu that haunted me then, but I
pushed it out of my head. This was the first time, I was sure, this
was new. I'd never woken up this way before, but I'd sucked a cock
just like this, on my back and loving it with my mouth while someone
else took my virginity. In my pussy first and I remembered that pain,
or rather I remembered wanting to remember it, which seems odd, but
true. And later in my ass, which was a pain I wanted to forget, but
never would.

The man was rubbing his cock over my face, I could feel it. He held my
thick black hair in his strong hands, a pleasant torture as my scalp
protested that rough treatment, but he wasn't cruel, merely insistent.
He worked my head around his cock, sliding it over my face, fucking my
skin while he moaned his pleasure. Was this the cock that had ruined
my pussy and split my tender ass? I couldn't tell, I didn't remember,
but someone had. The pain was an al-encompassing ache, a deep rooted
cramp between my thighs and I felt a burning down there, a fire that
shouldn't have been.

As if reading my mind the man reached behind him, twisting his body
slightly and I felt his hand cupping my sex. That pressure felt good,
making me aware of the yearning to be touched there. I was still drunk
perhaps, but no, that's an excuse I can't make. I was slow and stupid,
but not drunk. Horny as well, with a lust that crawled over my damp
skin, flushed with obscene excitement at being roused this way. I
spread my legs with a soft groan, widening my dark thighs to
accommodate the fingers suddenly digging at my aching cunt.

He was chuckling and teasing me with his voice, the deep timbre
soothing somehow, comforting even as I struggled to understand his
words and their meaning.

"You sexy black bitch...You like that, huh?" His cock was over my lips,
against my pouting mouth and I used my tongue to tickle the head.
"Breakfast in bed, Kylie, just like I promised."

I lifted my ass off the mattress, noticing for the first time how the
sheets were wet and sticky beneath me. My stomach muscles protested as
I tightened them, bringing my sex to further contact with those
marvelous fingers. He was massaging my, working the greasy folds of my
pussy open, spreading my swollen labia and thumbing my clit so that
she buzzed with an undeniable urgency. I was fucking his hand, jerking
to find penetration. My cunt demanded it, needed to be filled with
something long and hard. I'd been a virgin once and not so long ago,
but no longer and my womb had gotten a taste of pleasure and I was
hungry for more.

"Open your eyes, let me see those gorgeous brown eyes of yours,
Kylie..." The voice whispered and I did as he asked, looking up at him,
seeing this white man above me.

He moved his hips slightly, dragging his lightly furred sack to my
mouth. My vision was obscured by the penis sliding over my eyes, the
head leaving a wet trail across my forehead and into my hair. I had
little choice but to take his balls into my mouth, smelling him now,
sweat and acrid urine perhaps, the musk of his desire rising from his
pores. His smell was added to the stench of the bed, of my own body,
and my head swam beneath the weight of it. The air was heavy and
tropical with our passion and I breathed deep through my nose as I
suckled greedily upon the lenient skin covering those resilient orbs.

"Oh Kylie...That's it, get the family jewels all warmed up, baby...You're
so beautiful with my balls in your mouth, you know that?"

He moved slightly, so that I turned my head with a muffled moan,
keeping his balls safely inside my wet sucking mouth. I washed his
sack thoroughly with my tongue, rolling those full round testicles
around carefully, nibbling lightly at them with my lips, and a moment
later there was a flash of lightning and then another.

"There we go, more pictures for the album..." He laughed. "...We don't
want to forget our honeymoon, do we Kylie?"

"Ummph?" I blinked and twisted my head slightly, letting his balls
pull from my mouth with a moist plopping sound.

"You're ready now?" He nodded and I licked my lips, trying to compose
my own thoughts. I was coming around now and my head suddenly filled
with questions.

I had little time to voice my thoughts, even if I'd been able, for the
man was moving now to position himself between my legs. He took me
behind my knees, bending my long black legs over his broad shoulders
and I felt my heart lurch at the sight of him. A white man between my
legs, straddling me, putting my knees over his shoulders as he looked
down upon me. He was blonde and blue and ruggedly handsome and this
new vision sparked my memory finally, awoke me from whatever sleep
still possessed my languid mind.

"Kevin?" I breathed. "Kevin...What are we doing?"

"What does it look like?" Kevin teased me as if I were a child.

He smiled at me and pushed his body forward, rolling my ass off the
bed as my knees came forward, over my heaving breasts and long hard
nipples. My heart was pounding in my chest, fighting to contain the
excitement coursing through my veins. Kevin was above me now, my
friend, one of my best friends from college. We'd never done this,
never even kissed. He was my friend, not my lover, he was someone I
studied with and talked to, whose friendship I'd enjoyed and
desperately wanted to keep. He was important to me, but not my lover.
He couldn't be. He was white and I was black, it would never work. My
parents would kill me, my other friends, my black friends, what would
they think? What was I doing here?

I stared into his eyes as my arms went instinctively around his neck.
I wasn't aware of what I was doing and my feelings were confused and
conflicted. I wanted this so badly. I'd always wanted this, ever since
my sexual awakening as a young teenage girl. I wanted to have a white
man making love to me, but I couldn't. I shook my head, trying to tell
Kevin no, that there were so many reasons not to do this. It would
spoil everything, didn't he know that? I was engaged to a man, a black
man that my parents approved of.

"Rodney." I whispered and if Kevin heard me he gave no sign of it.

I could feel his cockhead pressing against me, prodding and poking as
it searched for the entrance to my womb. I was spread wide and
vulnerable, helpless even as the man pinned me to the bed like a
wounded butterfly, a black moth drawn too near the flame. I'd wanted
this and now I had it, but the world was ending. This couldn't be, it
was wrong, we were on...Vacation. I actually smiled then as more
memories spilled from the jumbled mess that was my brain.

"Oh!" I gasped, arching my back and wincing as Kevin's cock found my
slit and the moist hole within. His cock surged into me, splitting the
walls of my cunt and I felt no pain, my reaction was one of unexpected
pleasure. We'd done this before, I realized, many times perhaps during
the night, and bits and fragments wheeled though my feverish mind like
visions through a kaleidoscope. He kissed me, leaning down somewhat
awkward to find my mouth and I responded, helpless to do anything else
as my body spasmed with a pleasure recalled eagerly by my heart.

Oh yes, I thought, we'd made love before and it had hurt and I did
remember that sharp pain when Kevin had taken my virgin asshole for
his own. But someone else had taken my virginity forever. I never
wanted to forget it, and I recalled telling myself those very words,
even as the pain had lanced into my very soul. I'd been happy and
drunk and high on desire. The pain had been welcome, a reward for all
those years of secret want and denial. I hadn't been out of control,
not then. Whatever had come previously, whatever had followed
immediately upon that glorious act of rebellion, the moment itself was
pure. I believed that with all my heart and now there was only the
dull ache, the remembrance of the moment, and even that was being
washed away as Kevin moved inside me.

I had his tongue in my mouth and I moaned against it, moving my own
against it with a frenzy of desire. I sucked Kevin's tongue as his
cock stretched my trembling sex around him. My pussy protested as a
charade, a grand lie and I was clasped around him tightly. My cunt
needed that cock, I was drawing him deeper and fighting to hold him
there. The agony of his slow withdrawal made me shiver and I bit
Kevin's lower lip, punishing him so that he thrust into me again,
harder this time.

He was fucking me good, driving that hard white prick into my tight
black sex over and over. Our kiss was broken as we panted for air. I
was clutching at his shoulders with my fingers, scratching him in my
urgency to draw the man deeper. I wanted his cock in my womb, his seed
in my belly. I was begging for it breathlessly, staring into his eyes,
pleading with my friend and lover to drive his manhood deeper.

The pain was gone completely, adrenalin and sweet endorphins spilled
into my blood, giving my feverish mind surcease from the hammer in my
head. My hangover was dissolving, replaced by something even more
confusing. All of my senses were overwhelmed by the moment. I tasted
Kevin's mouth lingering on my tongue. I smelled our union, pungent and
strong, my juices spilling around his cock, running down my skin to
pool beneath me on sheets already soaked with sweat and cum and
virginal blood. My skin burned everywhere his body touched mine. My
ears were filled with the sound of my heart and lungs, fighting to
keep me alive beneath the weight of building ecstasy. Even my eyes
seemed to see too much, drinking in the form of the man who was taking
me. Kevin's glistening skin, flushed pink now from his exertions, his
shoulders rippling with every movement. His eyes, beautiful and blue
like a summer sky extending forever into the future.

I was cumming. I was having orgasms one after another and I shook with
the violence of their passage. My cunt spasmed around him, grasping
Kevin's cock like fiery fist. He was groaning, mouthing soft words of
praise and love, worshipping my body even as he plundered it. I was
sobbing beneath him, shaking my head from side to side, crying out
with the unexpected euphoria that stole any coherence from my lips. I
was lost, senseless and floating and desperately in love. My heart was
too full of it, the emotions would not be contained and it poured out
of me. From my eyes and lungs and cunt.

Kevin was cumming as well, somewhere in the middle of all that, he was
telling me, whispering in my ear as he dropped his body low so that my
legs fell from his shoulders. I wrapped myself around him at that
moment, closing my legs around his waist and drawing him tightly
against me. I cradled his head to mine, seeking his mouth once more as
Kevin's cock erupted in the depths of my strident womb. His seed was
hot and distinct and I was alive to the sensation of his sperm
spilling against the pillow of my cervix. He was there, bending my sex
around him and I was enveloped in a great sense of joy, a blanket of
fulfillment covering me completely. It was what I'd wanted so badly,
to be filled with the potent sperm of a man I could love and all my
questions were forgotten then, pointless and without substance.

"Kylie...Jesus..." Kevin breathed, his body atop mine fully, so that his
weight seemed like a pleasant suffocation.

"Kevin..." I smiled weakly and laughed beneath my breath. "...Oh my God..."

"That was great...Oh fuck..." His cock was still in me still hard and
leaking sperm.

"What did we do..." I felt my senses coming back and with them memories
and I closed my eyes. "...Kevin...What did I do yesterday?

"What?" He laughed and I could detect his amused confusion. "...What do
you mean?"

He was stroking my hair and I was rubbing his back lightly, feeling
the weight of his smooth chest against my tits, pressing down nicely
on my burning nipples. He moved, just a little, working his cock back
and forth slowly, just an inch, maybe two, but making love to me again
and I tightened my legs around him, welcoming his gentle efforts.

"Oh God..." I blinked at him. "...I remember...A church? Kevin? A chapel?
Ohhh...No!" I laughed, but it was a fearful sound, shaking my head,
refusing to believe it. "What did we do? Kevin? No..."

"We got married, remember?" Kevin smiled. "You and me...Elvis was there?
Steve and Bobby, Will was the Best Man..."

"Oh...Don't tease me...Oh God..."

I wanted to move, I wanted to disbelieve him, but I knew it was true.
I had to get up and get away and...I didn't move at all. What would I
do? Where would I go? I couldn't be married, I was on Spring Break
with my friends. I was in Vegas having fun. I was buying t-shirts for
my family, and mailing postcards to everyone I knew, and drinking and
laughing and flirting with my best friends and...

"We're married." I said.

"Yeah." Kevin nodded, taking a happy breath. "We are."

"I was drunk...I was...Oh, I can't..." I was pleading with him, looking into
Kevin's face as he moved his cock in and out of me slowly, as I lifted
my hips, moving beneath him to feel more of it in my cum soaked pussy.

"You weren't that drunk, Kylie." Kevin kissed me softly. "Come on, you
knew what you were doing..."

"I know, yeah...I remember...But, oh God, Kevin." I swallowed hard. "I'm
engaged to Rodney...My parents...I can't marry a white guy. I can't marry
you."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I'd been drinking, yeah, all of us had been. Sitting around the hotel
pool, laughing and talking, sipping margaritas and making plans for
what we were going to do that night. I remembered all of it now, how
I'd been teasing my four best friends, playing with them because I was
so far from home and away from all my obligations and fears. I could
do anything, that's what I'd thought, anything at all and I'd kissed
Will, for no reason at all except he was so handsome and nice. I'd
kissed him without thinking, in broad daylight in the middle of that
hotel, and then I'd kissed the others.

Those four white boys who'd taken me on Spring Break with them. My
parents didn't know, they thought I was in Cancun with Janisha, with
my girlfriends, but I wasn't. I'd come to Vegas and I'd been
determined once there to have the time of my life. I'd kissed my
friends and touched them and let myself be touched until none of us
could think straight.

I'd laid there in my tiny bikini, brand new and outrageous, small
strips of white stretched over black skin. I'd been beautiful for
them, intentionally, wearing that thong and walking around, showing
off my long legs and perfect ass. The top barely covering more than my
long black nipples, with mere strings to keep it in place. My large
firm breasts were perfect and on eager display to all of them. I was
beautiful with my hair long and loose, wavy and curly and falling
around my heart-shaped face. I'd been smiling and licking my lips and
flashing my doe eyes at all of them and they'd all proposed.

Oh God, I remember that so clearly now. Bobby clearing his throat and
apologizing even as he asked me to marry him. He didn't have a ring,
but he'd make me happy. And then Steve, cute and small and urgent in
his own proposal, professing his love on one knee as I lay there
giggling on my towel. Kevin had proposed as well, offering me his high
school ring, which made everyone laugh and give him a hard time. And
will, my beautiful Will, asking me to be his bride and be with him
forever and a day.

It was insane and wonderful and far more potent than any drink I might
find in a glass. It lifted me inside to imagine I wasn't bound to
promises long made. How could Rodney, handsome and black and gentle as
he was, how could he compare to any of those men who surrounded me? He
was my father's choice, not mine, and I'd accepted him as a good
daughter will, in the hope that my parents knew best. That by pleasing
them I'd please myself and find happiness there, comfort in their
dreams fulfilled.

"I'll marry one of you." I'd laughed, "Sure...But, don't make me pick,
okay? I can't do it. You guys have to decide."

And that had been a wonderful joke and our glasses were filled once
more as I watched them debate and argue and discuss their dilemma. I
was truly in love with each of them and I knew they wouldn't decide,
for all of them loved me as well, I knew that as surely as I knew the
sun would set. They wouldn't give me up; they'd contend with each
other until we were old and grey and married to someone else. It was a
great game, that's all, a diversion filled with promise.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I'm getting a little hungry." I held my hand over my eyes in the late
afternoon sun, looking at my four friends as they sat together,
leaning close and talking. "Aren't you guys hungry yet?"

"Hungry?" Bobby grinned at me, "I could eat a horse..."

"But we haven't decided yet." Steve said.

"Well, eat something, it might help." I giggled. "Or I guess I can go
by myself."

I sighed theatrically, getting up from the lounge chair slowly. I
adjusted my bikini carefully, for it was outrageously small for Las
Vegas, even for Brazil probably. My black skin gleamed with cocoa-
butter, which I needed more as a cosmetic than anything else. I liked
the smell and the warm slippery feel of it, and most of all I'd liked
the way my friends had put it on me. They'd gone through a whole
bottle, which was pretty funny, but nice too.

I opened my bag, finding my hair brush and pulled it through my hair
slowly while I stood there, posing for my four friends and about two
dozen other men who were staring at me. I didn't mind. I had a nice
little buzz from the margaritas and another from all the attention,
which was very addictive. My nineteen year old body was a very nice
one and I so rarely got to show it off.

My heavy breasts were pulled taut as I lifted my arms, stretching my
white bikini cups, which were hardly those in any case, to reveal all
too clearly my thick dark nipples protruding beneath. My black ass was
firm and round, not overly large, but wonderfully sized in proportion
to my narrow hips and tiny waist. I spread my legs slightly and tilted
my hips, just to give the strangers behind me a good look, knowing
they'd enjoy the way my thong disappeared between my smooth cheeks and
reappeared at the top.

I was the only black girl around and that as much as my height and
provocative appearance guaranteed a lot of attention, enough so that
my four friends finally gave up their discussion and joined me. They
were my four of my five best friends, the other being Janisha, a black
girl who'd tried to talk me into coming to Cancun with her for Spring
Break, but the guys were going to Vegas and I hadn't been able to
refuse their invitation.

"You guys decide who I'm getting married to yet?" I grinned at them,
surrounded in the elevator as we rode it up.

"Not yet." Kevin smiled, blonde and blue and ruggedly handsome, and he
had his hand in the small of my back, scratching my lightly with his
fingers.

"We're getting there." Steve said, and he was small, just five feet
tall, but devilishly cute and so much fun to be with. He was stroking
the back of my thigh, sliding his hand up and down.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Bobby grinned and he stood a foot
taller than me, probably more, like a great blonde giant with an
athlete's body that he pressed close to mine.

"Me?" I giggled. "You guys asked me, remember? I just said yes, that's
all."

"We could go to Utah..." Steve suggested.

"Yeah, become Mormons?" Will chuckled and he was the beautiful one,
with his brown hair and hazel eyes. Like an angel and he reached out
to touch my face. "We just want you to be happy, Kylie."

I turned my face to kiss his hand and I believed him. I believed all
of them, trusted them completely, and I wished that elevator would
have gone up forever. I was happy there, surrounded by my four
friends, my four boyfriends now, although I was slightly afraid of
that idea. It was a good fear, the secret kind, and that was part of
the whole deal, the whole experience that was making me say and do
things beyond any semblance of normality.

I went to my room, rather expecting the boys to go to theirs. We had
three rooms on the same floor, theirs with two beds, mine with just a
large single. They were following me though and I laughed, looking
over my shoulder as they followed my wriggling butt.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked.

"Uhhh...Well...Err...Um..." They all looked at me sheepishly and giggled like
schoolboys.

"Are we ordering room service tonight?" I rolled my ass and added a
little extra to my hips, wanting them to want me and I was so horny it
hurt, I confess.

"That sounds good...Yeah...Great idea, Kylie..." They were all in agreement
as I found my key card and gave it to Steve so he could open the door.

"Hey, um...Guys..." I put my bag on the little desk, turning around to see
my friends and I felt nervous and excited and desperately afraid.
"What we were doing downstairs, I mean the fooling around and uh,
kissing..." I rolled my eyes playfully, "...That stuff I shouldn't have
been doing that, teasing you guys like that."

I watched as a full range of emotions passed over their faces.
Everything from happiness to disappointment to sympathy and
understanding. No anger, that wasn't in them, but just the realization
that we had been going to far probably. I was engaged to be married
and they knew it. They all had their own girlfriends back at home.
They knew I valued their friendship above anything else and they were
all so good in their hearts, so compassionate in their souls. It made
me weak inside, but I'd made up my mind and I knew what I was doing.

"So, um...If we're going to have sex, I just want you guys to know that
I really do love you. Okay?"

"Uh..." They all looked at each other and then at me and I was giggling
because I'd gotten them good and they knew it.

My heart was hammering and my knees wobbling and I had to be crazy,
but not drunk, not under any influence but the desires I had to be
with them, with all of them. I wasn't sure exactly what we were going
to do, or at least how we were going to do it, but I was offering
myself to them. Giving four white guys my body to do with as they
wished. It was a very real fantasy of mine and now it was coming true.
I might have planned this from the first moment I'd heard they were
going to Vegas, or maybe it had come to me just today, but either way,
my mind was made up and I was waiting.

"Are you sure, Kylie?" Will asked me and he had to. "You really want
to...do this?"

"Yeah." I nodded, stepping close to him because he'd spoken first.

I put my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his, and I
pulled his head down to my kiss. I shivered with excitement as I
pushed my tongue into his mouth, proving once and for all my genuine
desire to be with him, with all of them. I felt his hands go to my
back, and then to my ass, holding me tight and pulling me against the
obvious bulge beneath his shorts.

I kissed him hard for several minutes and then felt someone behind me,
Kevin, making a sandwich of me as his chest rubbed against my back and
I turned my head, gasping a quick breath of air before kissing him.
Will kissed my neck and then my breasts, pulling at my bikini to free
my turgid nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning into
Kevin's mouth as Will sucked my nipples hard, tonguing them sweetly
and then biting my flesh gently.

We were moving, the three of us awkwardly to the bed and I was laid
upon it carefully. There were four men there, college boys and they
all wanted me. I would kiss one and then another, while hands worked
to release me from the useless bonds of my bathing suit. I was naked
to them, for the first time in my life men were seeing every part of
me and I burned beneath that knowledge. Four white guys playing with
my black body, touching me wherever they pleased, exploring me even as
I used my hands and mouth to explore them.

I shuddered as someone's mouth found my sex and I'd never been kissed
there before. It was Steve, kneeling on the floor, leaning over the
mattress with his face between my thighs. He was flicking his tongue
over my swollen labia, so dark they were almost black and then he
parted them so that the bright pink interior of my hot sex was beneath
his tongue. I lifted my hips, pressing myself against that new
experience. His mouth was warm and tender, taking my pussy lips
between his teeth and chewing them so gently I felt nothing but
pleasure.

I found Will nearby, his shorts removed now and his long cock hard
under my fingers. He knelt on the bed, close to my face and I took his
cock in my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, washing his cockhead with my
tongue and sliding my hand between his thighs, turning my palm upward
so I could pull him closer, urging Will to feed me with his prick. He
was smiling and nodding and whispering words too soft for me to hear,
but his happiness was plain and I nursed on his cock as well as I knew
how.

Bobby was naked as well by then, and he was the largest of all my
friends, his white cock as thick as my wrist and impossibly long to my
eyes. He straddled my stomach and pushed his cock between my chocolate
breasts, still slick and oily with cocoa-butter, and he grinned at me,
grabbing my tits in his big hands and pushing them together so he
could fuck his cock slowly into the valley between. I kept my mouth on
Will, but my eyes on that white body on top of mine. It was everything
I'd imagined, the stark contrast between our skin. White on black,
that's what I wanted and now it was here. He slid his cock back and
forth and it was so long the swollen head would touch my jaw and cheek
before Bobby pulled it back.

Kevin was in my other hand, to my left, and I stroked his penis
slowly, jerking him off and rubbing my fingers over the glans to
gather his precum, sliding my wet fingers back down the shaft. After a
few minutes I pulled him to my mouth, giv9ing Kevin a blowjob while I
stroked Will's wet cock, and I alternated between them like that for
several minutes at least, until I was having my first orgasm beneath
Steve's talented tongue.

He'd found my clitoris, hard and ruddy and sensitive to the slightest
touch, and Steve was flicking his tongue across it rapidly while he
fingered my pussy carefully. He'd found my hymen and announced it to
his friends, but I was too intent on the cock in my mouth, the hard
prick fucking my tits and the one in my hand. I didn't hear their
thoughts on the idea of fucking a virgin, for that's what I truly was.
I was cumming hard and it drove any reasonable coherence out of my
head, replacing it with selfish lust and the need to express it.

I brought Kevin and Will both to my mouth, pressing their cocks
together as I worked my tongue over and around and between them,
moaning with desire as I tried to fit both of them into my mouth at
once. I was stroking them urgently, wanting those two white cocks to
cum for me then, to join me in my orgasm and cover my face with sperm.
It was an image burned into my imagination and I wanted to experience
it, being bathed in the semen of a white man, being baptized by the
two of them into my new role as a black slut for white cock.

"Cum on my face...Call me a slut...Make me your nigger whore..." I was
breathing between wet lip smacking sucks of their cocks.

They were tentative at first and it wasn't in any of my friends to say
the sort of things I wanted to hear, but this wasn't reality, it was
sex, and talking dirty was part of the game I was playing. I urged
them repeatedly, begging them to tell me what a nasty black slut I was
for fucking four white guys at the same time.

"Yeah, okay..." Kevin finally agreed. "...Suck my white cock, Kylie...Get
your black lips around my dick..."

"Ohhh yesssss...." I hissed, opening my mouth and sucking his cock hard,
pressing it against the entrance to my throat, wanting to choke on
that beautiful prick.

"You cocksucking slut..." Will whispered softly as I slapped his cock
against my face. "...You're a nasty cunt, aren't you?"

"Ummphhh." I nodded, breathing hard through my nose and eyeing Will's
face above me.

"You're going to fuck all of us tonight, Kylie." Kevin promised me.
"Your nigger hole is going to bleed tonight."

"Jesus..." Will looked at Kevin and I pulled the cock from my mouth.

"Yeah...Bust my cherry...Fuck my nigger pussy..." I begged, turning my face
to get Will's penis in my cock hungry mouth.

"You want to get fucked?" I heard Steve saying and I glanced towards
him but all I could see was Bobby holding my tits together, still
fucking my tits as he watched and listened.

I groaned and tried to decipher the new sensations coming from my
pussy as Steve moved so he could position his cock at the entrance to
my vulnerable womb. He held my legs up, pulling them to his body with
one arm to hold them tight, while his other hand was rubbing his
swollen cock up and down my hot pink slit.

"Are you protected, Kylie?" Will asked me and I shook my head.

"It's okay...I don't care...Fuck me...Steve...Fuck me...Shove your cock inside
me hard...Please..." I practically sobbed, feeling my whole body tense
with the anticipation of losing my virginity.

"Are you sure, Kylie...If you're not protected we can find some..." Kevin
was talking to me, trying to talk some sense into me.

"I'm okay I want to feel it." I said, breathing hard and looking
between him and will, stroking their cocks and smiling. "Fuck me
bareback, all you guys, I want it."

I took Kevin back into my mouth deeply, working hard to swallow his
cock and grant him access to my throat. I wanted all of him inside me,
every inch of his thick cock filling my mouth and throat and when it
happened I felt my heart lurch as my throat was suddenly stretched
wide around the pressure of Kevin's swollen cock.

"Oh fuck...You cocksucking bitch...Throat me, Kylie!" Kevin gasped and
pulled my face against his soft skin. His pubic hair tickling my nose
and his loose scrotum pressed against my chin.

Steve pushed into me then, his cock driving between my reluctant folds
to find my hymen close to the entrance and I jerked as I felt the
discomfort of my flesh being stretched and then suddenly torn as his
cockhead ripped through that thin membrane and gained access to my
virgin womb. It was a sharp pain, hot like a knife pulled fresh from
the fire, and I wanted to scream but Kevin's cock was lodged tightly
in my throat and my body heaved against the pain.

Only a moment later, when Steve was fully inside me, holding himself
there as far as his cock would reach, and Kevin withdrew his cock from
my throat and then my mouth completely, only then was I able to voice
my pain. I drank cool air into my burning lungs and let it out with a
low moan. The sharpness had already fled, leaving behind the dull
burning, and I focused on it, locking away the memory of that moment.
It had hurt, it still hurt, but it was my pain. It was a once in a
lifetime pain that could never be repeated. Steve had taken my
virginity. I'd given it to him ad we'd shared it and I never wanted to
forget it. I loved that pain and I moved against him, heedless of the
ache between my thighs now. It would hurt all night, I knew, and for
several days beyond probably, but I wanted that as much as I'd ever
wanted anything.

I concentrated on Kevin then, as much as I was able, because it was
hard to focus on only one thing. I was cumming again, the good
feelings washing away what remained of the pain, and Steve was fucking
me slowly, in and out, being careful and considerate, and trying to
make it last. I felt good wrapped around his cock, too good, a tight
little black virgin cunt mouthing his cock like a newborn. He was
fighting with the sensations of my pussy clinging to him, struggling
to keep him out, and then fighting to keep him in. Steve wasn't going
to last long and my orgasms were only hastening the inevitable.

"You're not a virgin anymore, Kylie." Kevin was telling me, fucking my
mouth with quick short strokes. "You're a slut for white cock now,
aren't you?"

I was making muffled sounds of approval, fucking myself up to meet
Steve's thrusts and jerking Will off while he waited for his turn.
Kevin was close too and I was sucking him hard. I wanted to taste his
sperm and swallow his hot semen. I wanted him in my belly and on my
face. I was just a slut now, for that one night in that hotel room
with my friends. I was their slut, their nigger whore, and they could
do whatever they wanted to me and I'd love it and beg for more.

"Ohhh fuck...Kylie!" Steve Groaned, slamming his cock inside me deep and
hard, so that I gasped loudly around Kevin's penis.

He was cumming, Steve's cock erupting deep inside my torn pussy,
adding his potent sperm to my own juices and blood. I felt his seed
flooding me and it brought me off again, shaking and shivering with
delight as my pussy contracted with pleasure. I was milking him, my
womb drinking Steve's ejaculate like fresh cream as it soaked into my
womb. I sucked harder, my mind spinning as my heart pumped wildly
beneath my heaving breasts.

Kevin was cumming as well then, my mouth suddenly overflowing with hot
salty sperm. I swallowed hard and fast, ignoring the soreness in my
recently fucked throat to choke down as much of Kevin's seed as I
could. It was spilling out of my mouth, running down my face as he
continued to pump his cock between my tightly stretched lips.

"Eat it, Kylie...cum eating bitch...swallow it all..." Kevin moaned and I
did as he asked, eating the man's sperm and tonguing his cock clean
after he'd finished.

Bobby was taking me next, moving his huge body to get between me wide
spread legs. Steve had gotten up, standing near the bed and watching
me as he caught his breath. I saw his penis wet and shiny and stained
pink with bloody semen near the head. I offered him a smile and licked
my spermy lips and then gasped as Bobby found my cunt with his huge
cock. He went slow, but it was a fresh pain, a sharp one as well, like
Steve hadn't broken my cherry at all. I was a virgin all over again
and Bobby was being careful, fucking his huge cock into me slowly, but
the discomfort was unavoidable and all I could do was stare at him,
begging him wordlessly to be gentle with me.

I took Will into my mouth, still stained with Kevin's semen, sucking
his cock deliberately in the hopes of distracting myself from Bobby's
oversized cock as it stretched my pussy beyond reason. He gave me half
of it, I thought, no more than that, and it was all I could handle
then. Bobby was just too big and he knew it, but it didn't detract
from his pleasure, or mine after I became somewhat used to it. I
reminded myself that this was what I wanted, the pleasure and pain and
everything in between. I wanted Bobby to fuck me and stretch my little
black pussy around his big white dick. I wanted him to open my cunt
and make me his, to dump his seed in my womb and make me cum while he
was doing it.

Will was fucking my mouth much as Kevin had, and that was nice. I'd
been stroking him with my and for a long while and he was ready to
cum. I sucked him into my mouth and pushed him a little to get the
angle and let his cockhead catch my swallow so that I could deep
throat him. I was getting better at that and Will wasn't quite so
thick as Kevin, he entered my throat easily, groaning his approval and
then pulling back so we could do it again. I loved sucking cock, white
cock, long and hard and fucking my mouth. I wanted to drink all of
them, the same way I wanted all four of my friends to cum in my pussy,
I wanted them all in my tummy as well.

I drank Will's seed eagerly, swallowing his orgasm while he told me he
loved me. I washed his prick with my tongue and rode Bobby's cock with
only the occasional flash of pain, and even that was a joy for me by
then. He was getting deeper, but I had only so much room and I yelped
when the head of Bobby's cock found the very bottom of my sex. He gave
it a push and the swollen head seemed to crash into something
altogether too sensitive and fragile, bring tears to my eyes and
driving the air out of my lungs.

"Oops...Sorry, Kylie." Bobby said and he never went that deep again and
I couldn't tell if that made me happy or sad, because being touched
like that seemed an awful lot like meeting God.

Some time later, two hours maybe, or more, I had no way of knowing, it
was over. I'd fucked and sucked all of them, the four men cumming at
least twice each inside my body. I was a wreck, a worn out, nasty,
sticky wreck of a girl, with sperm in my hair and drying on my face
and neck. It was pouring out of my pussy as well, and I felt numb down
there, as much as anything else, and when I felt my pussy with my
fingers it seemed swollen and gaping, like it was wide open and not
mine at all. I'd cum a dozen times, maybe more, little ones and big
ones, and I had never felt like this before. It was insane and I was
giddy with it, giggling and gasping and wondering at how my body felt,
inside and out.

"I really am hungry now." I finally said and there was general
laughing agreement with that.

We showered, the boys returning to their rooms and me retiring to my
bathroom, although I had plenty of volunteers to wash my back. There
was little time to explore myself, or my feelings, although I wanted
to do the first, much more than the other. I knew how I felt, reckless
and crazy and I was in love and lust and I was in so much trouble it
wasn't funny. So knowing all that, well, it didn't seem like a good
idea to swell on it, although I usually do. But not this time. I
showered quickly, washing my body carefully, especially my pussy and I
had bled, but not terribly. I was sore and as I pushed a finger inside
my slit I could feel the torn remains of my hymen, or I imagined I
could. It pleased me to think I could feel it anyway and I was happy
it was gone. I didn't feel a sense of loss or regret. Steve had been
my first, but really it had been all four of them who'd taken my
virginity.

We went to three places before we found a nice restaurant that didn't
card us when we ordered champagne. None of us were twenty-one, Kevin
and Steve were twenty, the rest of us nineteen, but Vegas is a big
town and we didn't look like kids. Except Steve, he was the one
getting carded and the guys teased him after the second place,
suggesting we find him a babysitter for the night. He took it well
though, like he always does, and I promised him that if anyone was
going to do any babysitting, it would be me.

We had a lot of fun and it wasn't like I was afraid it would be. I
mean, from the first time I'd made real friends with the guys I'd had
an interest in sex with them. I kept it hidden, as well as I could,
but it had been there for a long time. I'd worried though that if I
did have sex with one of them, it would spoil the friendship. It would
be awkward and uncomfortable for some reason. Especially if I only had
sex with one of them, because it soon became clear that we were all
interested, all of them with me, and vice versa.

But sitting in that restaurant, drinking glass after glass of
champagne, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was intimate, yeah, I
was playing with all of them, but there was no jealousy, no arguments,
none of the boys were possessive. If anything they were going out of
their way to be generous, sharing me amongst themselves as if I
belonged to all of them, and I did. At least that's how I liked to
think of it and doubtless some people won't understand, but I wanted
to belong to them. To be a possession and a toy and be guided by these
four white men in their desires. I wanted to be the woman and demur
and yielding. I didn't want to be their equal, at least not right
then, not while we were together having fun. I wanted to be their
little black slut and I played the role, touching them under the
table, whispering crazy things and making lewd promises of what I was
going to do to them later.

It was the drink, maybe, because we were having a lot of champagne and
it made me as loose as you can imagine. All of my inhibitions were
gone, but I wasn't drunk, I wasn't beyond my self-control, I knew what
I was doing. I was having the best time of my life and what anyone
else might have thought about the beautiful young black woman flirting
so outrageously in public with four white guys, I didn't care. I was a
thousand miles from home. Away from my parents and friends and Rodney
and any sense of responsibility. I was free at last.

"Okay...Okay...Whew..." I breathed, coming back from the ladies room and
sitting down. I looked around with a giggle seeing serious faces. "...
What is it?"

"Kylie, we have to ask you something, kind of important." Bobby said
and Kevin was pouring us all more champagne while Steve and Will
nodded.

"Uh..." I grinned. "You guys already asked me to marry you. What's
left?"

"Well, see, that's it." Bobby said slowly. "Before we decide, we have
to know...Will you, uh...I mean, um...Shoot..." He laughed. "I don't know how
to say it."

"Say what?" I picked up my champagne, smiling at the guys and my
curiosity was killing me.

"He means, if you get married to one of us, will you still..." Will ran
into a roadblock too, frowning and looking down.

"What? God! Just ask already!" I stuck my tongue out at them.

"Can we still fuck you?" Steve asked. "I mean, after your married."

"Oh." I blinked at him and looked around at all four of my friends and
it was a serious question for them, I could tell.

"Nice Steve." Bobby rolled his eyes.

"I guess, um...It depends on my husband, right?" I offered and then
laughed because they were looking too serious.

"So if your husband says it's okay..." Kevin wondered.

"Well, yeah, I guess." I narrowed my eyes, but I was still giggling.
"You don't believe me?"

"You'll be our little black slut?" Will asked me gently and that
honestly surprised me, hearing him ask that, especially in public.

"Will..." I leaned close against him, reaching for his cock so I could
squeeze it under the table. "I'm a slut for white cock."

"Okay." He cleared his throat and then drained his champagne and we
were all giggling then, mostly at Will's expense as he turned a little
red. He really was totally sweet.

"Okay, ummm...We're ready then, right?" Bobby looked around the table
and the guys were nodding.

"Ready for what?" I asked, drinking even more champagne, cause that
stuff was good.

"We're going to decide." Kevin told me. "Who's got the straws?"

"Me." Will said, and sure enough he laid four thin red straws on the
table next to his plate, three long ones and one short. "Short straw
wins."

"Wait." I laughed as Will picked the straws back up, handing them to
me. "You guys are drawing straws to see who's gonna marry me?"

"Uhhh...Yeah." Kevin laughed.

"Oh God!" I rolled my eyes, wondering if they were serious or not.
"Give me more champagne first."

We had another bottle and none of us were feeling very much pain and I
found myself holding the straws in my right fist. I'd mixed them up
under the table and even I didn't know which was the short one. I
wasn't sure I wanted to know cause it was so much being surprised.

"Okay, you guys, this is serious." I laughed. "No laughing."

Bobby started reaching for a straw but I pulled them back.

"Nope, we go in the order I was fucked in." I said a little louder
than I intended and some people stopped talking and stared at us.
"Sorry." I shrugged my shoulders. "Steve goes first, then Bobby, then
Kevin, and then Will...Okay?"

The boys picked there straws slowly, except for Will of course, but
even he stared at the last one remaining for a long few seconds before
taking it from my hand.

"Just remember." Bobby looked around at his friends. "Whoever it is,
if he ever hurts Kylie..."

"He's a dead man." Steve finished and they all nodded at that.

"That's so romantic!" I giggled and I was practically bouncing in my
seat, because it really hadn't hit me yet that I was getting married.
That was like...Insane! This was all just a lot of fun and later we'd
laugh about it and...

"It's me." Kevin said, not smiling or frowning but staring at his
straw.

"Damn." Bobby breathed and Steve threw his down unhappily. Will just
held on to his, smiling, but a little sadly I thought.

"Congratulations, Kevin." Will leaned over the table to shake Kevin's
hand, and then they all were and Kevin was smiling then and looking at
me and I was laughing and clapping my hands.

"More champagne!" Steve waved at a waiter and we had toasts to the
upcoming nuptials, and to our happiness, and to good grades, and the
health of whoever it was that had stomped on all those grapes, and...

"Oh, wow...Where are we going?" I was squeezed into the back of a taxi
van, sitting next to Kevin and we'd been kissing a lot, which was
really nice actually.

"Little Chapel on the Hill." Steve was sitting up by the driver.

"Do they have Elvis?" I laughed. "I ain't getting married if Elvis
isn't there!"

"Do they have Elvis?" Steve asked the driver and then gave us the
answer. "Yeah, they got an Elvis. A good one, he says."

"Oh my God, this is crazy." I was a little wobbly, my head felt like
it was floating in a glass of wine, all the bubbles popping in my
brain.

"Yeah." Kevin smiled at me. "Crazy is good right?"

"Aggghhh...." I screamed and the driver swerved with a curse and
everyone stared at me. "I'm nervous."

Mostly we just laughed and that really is the only scream I can
recall, and it was a good one. I felt better, even if it had almost
crashed us.

"Paperwork?" I giggled, staring at the papers and holding a pen. "Hmmm...
Full name..."

I filled out the papers and I was actually sobering up a little, until
Bobby got the wedding people to break out some Asti Spumanti, which
wasn't as good as the champagne, but still pretty tasty. I was fitted
with a wedding dress, given a bouquet of my very own, and had my face
made up by a young woman who was very good at it. She talked the whole
time too and I was laughing at her stories about people who get
married and the wacky stuff stories they have. I told her mine and the
woman agreed it was a good one, especially the part about drawing
straws, that was new.

Kevin and Will were wearing tuxedos and they both looked fine. God! I
could have married both of them right then and my brain was totally
broken. I couldn't get married. I was engaged to Rodney, my black
boyfriend. I couldn't marry Kevin. I'd known him for six months, we
hadn't even dated, just studied together a couple nights a week. Hung
out on weekends sometimes. He wasn't my boyfriend. My parents hadn't
even met him!

My parents, oh God! What was I going to tell them? I lied about where
I was going on Spring Break? I lied about who I was going with? I'd
gone with four white men, had my very first gang-bang, and decided
which one I was going to marry by drawing straws? Hello! Anybody home?
Ladies and gentlemen, Kylie has left the building...I was living on
another planet and an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny voice was telling me
"RUN!!!!" but I totally ignored it because this was way more fun than
I'd ever had in my life. It was better than Disneyworld and when I'd
been an eleven year old kid, I'd have been money that nothing would
ever be more fun than that.

I wasn't a kid anymore.

The coolest part for me was that not only was Elvis there, he was our
minister. They had a bunch of different ones, depending on what your
religion was and what you liked in a ceremony, and we got Elvis and he
was a really good one with traditional vows, because those were
important to me.

"Kylie, do you take Kevin to be your husband? To love, honor, and
obey, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, until death do
you part?"

"I do." I swallowed hard, blinking at the tears forming in my eyes as
I looked at Kevin through the white gauze of my veil.

"Kevin, do you take Kylie to be your wife? Do you promise to love,
honor, and cherish her in sickness and in health, through good times
and bad, until death do you part?"

"I do." Kevin said.

"Do you have the rings, man?" Elvis looked at Will and he held out his
palm, on which rested Kevin's high school ring.

"Just one." Will shrugged.

"It's cool." Elvis shrugged as Kevin picked it up and placed it on my
trembling finger. "By the powers vested in me by Almighty God and the
State of Nevada...I now pronounce you King and lil' Mama." Elvis closed
his book. "You can kiss her now, man."

Kevin did kiss me, lifting my veil and taking me in his arms and he
gave me some tongue too, a serious kiss, and I felt my sex burning
with desire just then, I was married and Elvis was watching and Will
and Bobby and Steve were clapping, along with about a dozen other
people waiting their turn at the alter.

We had pictures and a little cake and some more wine and I kissed the
best man, pushing my tongue into Will's mouth in front of my new
husband and everyone else. Bobby grabbed my ass, picking me up off my
feet so I had to wrap my legs around him while we kissed. And Steve,
my first now and forever, he gave me a soft, sensual kiss that had me
melting after a long two minutes.

And of course, I had to give Elvis a kiss, and while he didn't grab my
ass, he didn't seem too shocked when I slipped him the tongue. He just
grinned and licked his lips and gave my husband a look like we were
all crazy. But that was Vegas too, so maybe not that crazy.

"Wedding presents!" Bobby was grinning and I had no idea what he was
talking about, but I found out soon enough.

"They sell toasters here?" I asked with a giggle, looking around the
tattoo parlor.

"Bah!" Bobby waved his hand. "Your cousin can get you a toaster; I'm
getting you something you need!"

"Oh yeah?" I rolled my eyes. "I need a tattoo?"

I wasn't sure I wanted a tattoo, but maybe a small one would be cute,
like on my ankle maybe, or on my hip. I'd seen girls with nice ones
and I liked it okay, but I was black too, so I tried to imagine what I
might get. It was totally weird, of course, getting a tattoo for a
wedding present, but it fit in with everything just perfectly, believe
me. Nothing was going to be too weird that night.

"Damn straight!" Bobby chuckled and I didn't know what he was up to,
nor do I think any of our friends knew, at least not for sure.

"What are you guys looking for?" A guy was asking us and he was big
and tattooed all over and looked like he belonged on a motorcycle.

"We need a tattoo for my friend's wife." Bobby grinned and the guy
looked at me, not really sure if we were messing with him or not.

"I just got married." I smiled.

"Okay, well sure...Anything in particular?" The guy took it in stride.

"Do you have like a rose, just a little one? Or a butterfly..." I
started saying, missing the point completely as Bobby started
laughing. "...What?"

"It's my gift; I get to pick it out." Bobby grinned at me.

"Oh, well...Okay." I shrugged. "Just, um...Nothing really big, okay?" I
eyed the guy waiting on us. "And no spider webs on my elbows."

They both laughed at that and Bobby was talking to the guy, both of
them glancing at me and I narrowed my eyes, leaning closer, but I
couldn't hear what Bobby was saying.

"You better ask her about that one, dude." Tattoo guy said and
whatever Bobby had said must have been strange.

"What?" I was a little nervous and I smiled at Bobby.

Ten minutes later I was sitting in a tattoo chair with my pants off.
That wasn't the strange part though. I swallowed hard as Tattoo guy
pulled my panties down, probably a little farther than he needed to,
exposing my hard little clit and my dark labia. He was going to tattoo
me, I'd already agreed to that, but first he was going to shave me and
I guess he had to, but I was still surprised.

He used a straight razor and he as very good with it, thank God, but I
still flinched everytime he got near my clit. I was pretty excited
too, which was obvious. My pussy lips were plump and dark and really
greasy and the man asked me if I wanted him to go ahead and shave
everything, which seemed reasonable, but I didn't realize he'd have to
like grab my pussy lips and pull them, you know, so he could get the
sides and everything. I was slippery and I apologized for that,
feeling rather glad I was a dark skinned black girl and so my face
didn't get really red, just...darker.

"You have a really pretty pussy." Tattoo guy said. "You're new husband
must really like it."

"I think so." I giggled, glancing at Kevin who was crowding the open
doorway along with Steve and Will. Bobby was in the room with me.

"Where is he tonight?" The man asked and before I could answer Bobby
was talking.

"He got drunk at the reception, passed out." Bobby shrugged. "You know
how it is."

"I guess so." Tattoo guy chuckled, slipping a finger inside my vagina
and pulling at my left pussy lip with his thumb. "He's a white guy?"

"No." Bobby laughed and I just giggled, watching that straight razor
snick away shaving cream and little black pubes to leave me smooth as
silk underneath.

"He's black." I wrinkled my nose and laughed.

"Really?" Tattoo guy nodded.

"Oh yeah." I sighed. "He was really looking forward to tonight, but..."
I shrugged. "...He missed his chance."

"So you're serious about this?" Tattoo guy was working his finger
around inside me a little more than he needed to and I squirmed a bit.

"Of course." I grinned at him. "It's permanent, right?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He agreed.

"Me too." I bit my bottom lip and closed my thighs around his hand,
just for a second and spread them again. "Sorry. That just felt really
good. You must shave a lot of pussies."

"A few." Tattoo guy removed his fingers slowly. "Not too many black
girls though."

"Good." I stuck out my tongue. "Maybe you'll remember mine then."

"Uhhhh...Yeah." He laughed. "Okay, I'm gonna just ink it; you want the
Gothic letters, right?"

"Uh-Huh." I nodded. "Not really big, but readable, you know?"

"Sure." He smiled patiently.

"Is it gonna show up okay on my skin? Am I too dark for black ink?" I
wondered.

"No, you're skin's beautiful, it'll look good, I promise." Tattoo guy
was fixing his tattoo gun needle thing and I was a little nervous, but
pretty excited too.

"This is so cool, Bobby." I grinned at my friend. "The best wedding
present ever."

"You're welcome, Kylie." Bobby smiled back. "I just didn't want you to
forget about us."

"As if I could!" I laughed and looked at Tattoo guy. "They took my
virginity today."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded. "And a girl never forgets her first."

"I don't think you will." He shook his head. "You want it in one line,
or two?"

"What would look best?" I asked, staring down at my freshly shaved
pussy and most especially the soft swell of my Venus mons just above
my clit.

"Well..." He grabbed a wax pen. "Probably two lines, a little curved
like this..." He drew a gentle arc on my skin.

"Yeah," I agreed, "put 'White Cock' on top and then 'Only!' underneath
it...Yeah, that'll be nice."

"White cock only." Tattoo guy laughed and shook his head. "You love
your new husband?"

"Oh yeah." I said. "I just don't like black cock."

"Well, good for you." The guy shook his head with a smile.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Ohhh ohhh God..." I was bent over a low arm chair, with my knees on
the seat cushion and spread as wide as possible, my elbows on the
padded back, leaning over it while Will fucked my pussy from behind.

"Open up, Kylie..." Bobby was holding my head, guiding my mouth to his
huge cock and I could barely get the head into my mouth.

We'd returned to the hotel and I really was drunk now, all of us were,
and I was getting seriously fucked before we could pass out. I wasn't
complaining though, I was horny and happy and eager for all the cock
my boyfriends could give me.

"You're pussy is so tight, Kylie...Fuck..." Will was standing behind me,
holding my hips and his cock was a perfect fit.

I felt nothing but goodness as he pulled nearly out of me and then
slammed his cock deep, over and over, just fucking the daylights out
of me. I was practically cumming already and we'd just started, with
Kevin and Steve sitting on the sofa, naked with their hard cocks in
their hands, jerking themselves off slowly while they watched as I
took it from both ends. For a young black woman who'd been a virgin
until about twelve hours before, I was a real party girl now. I was
sucking the biggest cock I'd ever seen and getting my pussy fucked
hard while my brand new husband watched.

"What a slut you turned out to be, Kylie." Bobby chuckled, holding my
head in both of his big hands and just pushing his cock into my mouth
as far as it would go, which wasn't very far at all.

"My girlfriend's going to want to know why I don't want to fuck her
anymore." Will laughed.

"Why would you?" Bobby asked. "Kylie's gonna bend over anytime you
want her too, isn't that right slut?"

He pulled his cock away so I could nod, whispering my agreement and
swallowing spit and precum as I panted for air. I promised them I'd
fuck them anytime anywhere, I didn't care. I'd be their little black
slut for the next three an half years, until we graduated college, and
probably long after that. Kevin had promised that I was free to fuck
and suck those guys anytime they wanted me. It was the price of being
my husband, sharing me with his best friends.

They were going to knock my black ass up too, if I wasn't already
pregnant. I wasn't going to take birth control pills, and I'd told the
guys I only fucked bareback. I wanted to feel their sperm inside me,
cause that was the whole point. If I had babies, that was fine with
me. I had four guys willing to help me take care of them and Kevin
wasn't going to complain if they weren't his. We'd just keep fucking
until one of them was, but I really wanted to have babies with all of
them. That would be pretty nice, I thought.

"Let's switch..." Will grinned and Bobby nodded.

He brought his cock covered with my orgasm to my mouth and I sucked it
hard, wiping all that tangy sauce off with my tongue and swallowing it
down even as I winced and groaned at the sudden discomfort of Bobby's
massive prick stretching my pussy as he pushed inside slowly.

"Fuck her good, Bobby!" Kevin called out and he was going to fuck my
ass once Will and Bobby were finished with me.

I'd blow Steve and Kevin would claim my ass for his own, taking the
only virgin hole I had left because he was my husband. I was a little
nervous about that, but I knew he'd be gentle at first, and I wanted
him to do it. I wanted to take all those guys any way they wanted me,
in my mouth or ass, in my cunt. I wanted to do all the crazy nasty
stuff their pretty white girlfriends wouldn't dream of. I'd be their
slut and do my best to ruin those boys for any other woman.

I held out my hands blindly, wriggling my fingers and inviting Steve
and Kevin to come close so I could jerk them off while Bobby and Will
fucked me. There was no reason they should have to play with
themselves while my hands were empty, plus there was just something
about having my mouth and pussy filled, and then my hands as well,
that really turned me on. Someday I'd have my ass filled at the same
time, three fat white cocks pumping my tight black body, driving me to
cum until I passed out.

Will was thrusting his cock hard into my mouth and I choked and
coughed and finally opened up so that he could rush his prick halfway
down to my tummy, holding me there for a few seconds while Bobby took
advantage of the situation to slam his cock deep, the head of his
penis crashing into my cervix and bringing me a flash of pleasure and
pain that was indescribably. I would have collapsed completely but for
his strong hands around my narrow waist.

I squeezed Kevin's cock, stroking him with my right hand while I did
Steve with my right. My mind was spinning, as usual, all that good sex
spilling into my brain like the best drug in the world. I was drunk,
yeah, and that just made it all the crazier. I was sucking Will as
hard as I could, making loud wet noises and drooling spit and precum
onto the carpet beneath me. At the same time I was pushing myself
back, embracing the discomfort of Bobby's cock working in and out of
protesting hole. It was a trip trying to picture what it must look
like for him, seeing my perfect black ass spread around his cock, that
thick white pole stuffed into my cunt as he pushed and pulled me on
it.

"We gotta stretch you out some, girl." Bobby slapped my ass hard. "I
want you to take every inch before we go back home."

"Ohhh God..." I breathed, panting for air as Will withdrew his cock from
my tender throat.

He was going to do it to. Bobby was going to stretch my tight little
cunt all out of shape with his huge white cock and it was going to
hurt and feel good and drive me crazy trying to take it. I was a fuck
toy now, which really was what I wanted more than anything else. To be
the nigger botch of four strong handsome white men. To be used and
abused as they saw fit and I knew they loved me. They talked the way
they did because I wanted it, I'd asked them for it. The words just
made it better for me and afterwards, when we were finished with our
lovemaking, they'd hold me and whisper the sweet thoughts they really
had in their hearts.

I wasn't a nigger bitch at all, or a slut or a whore. I was just the
luckiest girl in the world and I knew it. Now, if I could only figure
out a way to tell my parents...

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I guess I kinda freaked out a little, huh?" I was lying in Kevin's
arms, snuggled up close and kissing his smooth chest.

"Well, it's probably like that post-stress stuff, you know." Kevin
smiled. "I'm sure all new brides wake up the next morning asking..."

"What the hell did I do last night?" I giggled, making a panic
stricken face.

"Yeah, that one." Kevin nodded.

"I just didn't remember, I mean, God...How much did we drink last
night?"

Too much." Kevin sighed. "You remember the strip club?"

"Strip club?" I stared at him, wondering if he was serious or not.
"What strip club?"

"It was amateur night." Kevin chuckled. "We were drinking pitchers of
beer and you got up on stage..."

"I did not!" I stared at him open mouthed.

"The lap dance you gave the old guy? You don't remember that?"

"No!" I was afraid to ask. "What old guy?"

"Never mind." Kevin laughed and pulled my tight against him. "Let's
just say you made fifty dollars the easy way."

"I didn't...I mean..." I licked my lips.

"No. You didn't fuck anybody except me and the other guys."

"Okay." I nodded. "Good."

"I thought the tattoo guy was going to do you though." Kevin grinned.

"Oh jeeze..." I rolled my eyes. "I was ready to ask him what I'd have to
do for a free one."

"You should have." Kevin said. "That little tattoo of yours was sixty
bucks."

"Ouch!" I laughed and looked down at my tattoo, uncovered now and a
little blurry with the anti-biotic cream I'd put on it.

"That's quality there, Kylie."

"You think so?" I drew a deep breath. "If my parents ever find out..."

"I'm not going to tell them." Kevin said seriously.

"And Rodney, how am I going to tell him I'm already married?" I
wrinkled my nose. "He's going to be mad."

"Well, show him your tattoo and ask him if he still wants to marry
you." Kevin teased me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You're so bad!" I shook my head. "I should have married Will...Or
Bobby, he's going to be seriously rich someday."

"Yeah, but you need a ladder to kiss him." Kevin laughed.

"He's got a huge cock too, God...He put that thing inside me and it was
like..." I sighed. "...Armageddon or something."

"Hmmm..." Kevin rolled his eyes.

"What?" I giggled. "Afraid he's going to spoil me?"

"Ruin you more like." Kevin said. "Just remember, your ass is mine."

"How could I forget?" I bit his chest playfully. "That hurt more than
getting my cherry broke."

"That's cause your ass is so perfect." Kevin laughed, sitting up
suddenly and lifting me in his strong arms, making me whoop and giggle
as he rolled us over.

"Oh, Kevin...I just took a shower!" I protested happily.

"So? There's more water than that came from." He was straddling my
thighs and his hands were on my firm round ass, kneading my bare
cheeks and pulling them apart with his thumbs.

"Are you gonna fuck my nigger ass?" I asked coyly.

"I'm gonna fuck your slut ass." He gathered some spit in his mouth and
let it fall from his mouth to my tight brown anus.

"Yeah, shove that big white dick in my slutty black ass..." I breathed.

"Yeah, Kylie...That's it, keep talking like that." He was moving,
pulling up to my knees and getting my ass in the air.

"Shove that white motherfucker in my asshole." I moaned, feeling
Kevin's finger pressing against my soft skin, the tender ring he'd
stretched so recently with his cock.

"I'm going to cum in your ass, Kylie." Kevin whispered, sliding his
cock up and down between my ass cheeks.

"Fuck yeah...Show your new wife how good you can fuck her ass." I
wriggled my hips impatiently. "Don't tease me...Fuck me...Fuck me hard,
Kevin."

"I will...I'm going to shove my white cock so far up your nigger ass
you'll taste it."

"Oh god...Fuck my nigger ass...Make me your slave, you big white bastard..."
I giggled when I said that and spoiled it.

"Big white bastard?" Kevin laughed too. "Okay, baby, you asked for
it..."

He lined his swollen cockhead up with my asshole and pushed,
stretching my anus slowly and iI groaned at the sensation of being
stretched once more by my husband's blunt cock. I drew a breath and
let it out, trying to relax and then gasped loudly as the head popped
into my asshole.

"Oh fuck...Go slow...Okay?" I looked over my shoulder and all playing
aside, Kevin was going to do his best to make it nice for me.

He held my hips and pushed hard, feeding an inch of cock into my
already burning ass before pulling back a fraction. He worked me like
that nice and slow, taking a little and giving some back and the pain
wasn't so bad, not like I remembered, and when I reached between my
legs to rub my wet pussy it started to feel good. My husband was
fucking me, the man I was married to, a white man and handsome and
strong. He was above me, dominating me the way I wanted him to, taking
my ass because he wanted it. I was his nigger in the bedroom, his slut
and slave and anything else he wanted me to be.

"Harder now...Fuck me good...Fuck me with that big white cock..." I begged,
feeling my orgasm cumming as I fingered my cunt wildly.

"You want it hard?" Kevin squeezed my hips and I nodded. "Okay, baby,
I'll give it to you hard.

"Ahhhh...Fuck me!" I screamed as Kevin gave his cock a real thrust,
driving forward with his and stabbing the last few inches of his prick
deep into my rectum.

"Balls deep, you bitch...Fuck you're tight...That black ass of yours was
made for cock, you know that?" Kevin slapped my ass hard, stinging my
flesh and making me jerk with pleasure.

"Your cock was made for my nigger ass..." I grinned at him, squeezing my
ass muscles as best I could, wanting him to feel me tight and hot
around his dick.

"Yeah...That's it, fuck yourself now, Kylie...Fuck my cock, let me see you
move that black ass..." Kevin didn't move and hardly held me at all as I
started grinding my ass in a gentle circle, screwing my asshole around
his cock, on and off of it, back and forth.

I was fucking him now, doing all the work and it was making me cum
then, my fingers rubbing my clit hard as my cunt quivered with
excitement, the juices spilling out over my hand like a greasy
waterfall. I was loving this, every second of it, and I loved the way
my asshole burned around that white cock that filled me. He was going
to cum, I knew that, Kevin wouldn't last long and even then I could
feel his fingers digging into me. He was getting ready to grab my hips
and hold me tight while he drove his cock in and out of my black hard.
It was what we both wanted and when it happened I was shuddering with
another orgasm and then another.

"You horny slut, Jesus...I've never seen a girl cum like you..." Kevin
panted, hunched over me as he fucked his cock in my ass hard.

"Oh oh oh...God!" I couldn't do anything but take it, my ass was stuffed
with cock, well lubricated now with precum and clasping at my
husband's cock like a fist, trying to hold him deep and milk the sperm
from his balls.

"Fuck...I'm cumming...Cumming Kylie...Take it in your ass, you slut..." He
slammed his cock deep and we collapsed, his heavy body on mine like a
hot white blanket, pressing me into the mattress as his cock spewed
hot semen into the depths of my bowels.

I was gasping for air, laboring with my heart racing to feed oxygen to
my feverish mind. I'd cum hard three or four times in a row and I was
still trying to regain my senses. My clit throbbed and buzzed and my
nipples were so hot they felt like ice, the soft sheet I was laying on
felt like sand paper beneath my nipples. Every part of me was too
sensitive and I shivered with delirious pleasure, barely able to
imagine that being ass fucked while I jilled my clit was enough to
make me feel so good.

Several minutes later Kevin was moving and I turned slowly, moving
like I'd just crawled from a plane crash to bury my face in his lap. I
took his semi-hard cock in my mouth, knowing it was my wifely duty to
clean my husband. I licked and sucked at his penis, tasting my ass and
his semen and swallowing it all down while Kevin stroked my head. I
was his cock crazy nigger slut now and I was going to make him the
luckiest white man in the world.

"I'm going to call my parents." I decided, looking up at Kevin and
licking my lips.

"Now?" He stared at me.

"Yeah." I giggled. "While I'm still buzzing from that fuck...God, you
fuck me good."

"It's your ass, Kylie...I love fucking your ass..." Kevin chuckled.

"Well, I'm not going to spend the rest of Spring Break sweating my
parents and if it's bad news, I want it now." I decided. "I have to
grow up sometime."

"They might tell you to never come home." Kevin frowned and he'd been
a little worried about it too.

"Maybe." I said, but knowing in my heart that they'd never do that.
Not even for marrying a white boy, although the tattoo... "Doesn't
matter anyway though."

"Why?" Kevin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Because my home is with you now." I smiled. "Right?"

"Yes it is." Kevin nodded, reaching for the phone.

the end!
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