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    Suzy Booty Goes to College 2

    Over the next few days Suzanne had called out of work sick. She spent her time at home reseaching Pride University in an attempt to come off knowledgeable when she met the dean. She also took time to talk to the two Pride graduates that she had contact with. Suzanne went to the Brookdale house and told Jordan's parents Joe and Elise that she was interested in going to Pride. Joe broke out laughing and Elise was very skeptical of what Suzanne was saying. "Listen Suzy, I always thought you were good white people. I mean your son Eric is a great friend to my Jordan. He stares a little too much at my booty, but I can't blame a boy, even a white boy, for wanting to check out this big mocha rump of mine." Joe jumped in and said "You ain't lyin' baby." Elise continued, "Anyway, now you come up in here talkin' about you want me to get you into Pride University, a BLACK school and you're lily white, you're lily white my dear. I love you girl, but what is your angle?" Suzanne put her head down, then Jordan jumped in and said "Ma, I thought color didn't matter. You know Ms. H is good people period...not just good WHITE people. What about your buddy Francesca, Mrs. Schwartz? You talk about how much fun you guys had in school. When I brought up her being Jewish, you said color doesn't matter." Joe smiled at his son's wonderful argument and Elise smiled as well and said, "Girl I'm sorry. You've had a hard road. Raising that boy all by yourself and ya work girl, ya work hard like black folks. I'm gonna put in a good word with Elias. He'll be around tomorrow." Suzanne said "Thank you so much Elise." Elise said "My sista you are very welcome, get that education girl. You should go to the boy's high school and speak to Francesca though, she might be able to tell you what it's like for a white girl, ya know?" Suzanne agreed.

     

    The next day Suzanne went to her son's high school and showed up right after class was over. Eric and Jordan waited outside for Suzanne to arrive while Mrs. Schwartz was cleaning up the classroom since it was the last period of the day. Two of her other students had stuck around to help her out, Isaiah Brown and Darius Milton. When Suzanne showed up the boys met her and attempted to walk into the classroom. The door was locked. The boys knocked and after about a minute Francesca opened the door looking flustered and sweating a bit, "Oh hey, Ms. Hughes, Eric, Jordan how's it going? Elise said you'd drop by today. I-I-I thought you changed your mind." said Francesca Schwartz. Suzanne smiled and said "Oh no, not at all. Thanks for meeting with me Mrs. Schwartz. I wanted to know what you could tell me about your experiences at Pride." While the two big booty white women spoke to each other about the historically black university that the big booty middle aged white woman, Suzanne was interested in attending, Eric and Jordan started looking around the room. Eric said "Dude, where the fuck did Isaiah and Darius go? They were just here. Their cars are still outside." Jordan said, "I don't know and honestly I don't care. Yo, I'm gonna leave this book here. The year's done. I'm not doing any homework tonight. Fuck it." Jordan opens the door to a closet in the back of the room and finds the black star athlete Darius Milton and the only kid geeker than him and Eric, Isaiah Brown, standing in the closet naked holding a jar of vaseline without the top. They see Jordan, he sees them. All of three of them looked shocked. Jordan closed the door quickly and said to Eric "You know what, fuck this. I-I-I'll take the book home with me." The boys returned to the two middle aged big booty white women talking in the front of the room. "It was definitely a great experience. I met wonderful people that were very helpful. They didn't even care that I was Jewish. I've learned that black people can be some of the most accepting folks." said Mrs. Schwartz. Suzanne started getting even more excited she said "Thanks Francesca, I'm meeting the dean of students today. I hope it goes well." Mrs. Schwartz leaned close to Suzanne and whispered in her ear, "Fair warning sweetheart, my rump wasn't this big when I went to Pride. Not that I wouldn't go to Pride with a big white booty, but you gotta watch yourself around old and young black men they will want to fuck you up the booty. Trust me. Booty, booty, booty, all these black boys want is to fuck you up the booty." Suzanne whispered back "I know exactly what you mean."

     

    Meanwhile, Jordan was still in shock from what he saw in the closet. All he could think was that Isaiah and Darius are fags. All of a sudden they're buddy buddy over the last few weeks or so. They are probably gay lovers now. Yuck. Then Jordan noticed that Francesca Schwartz was holding the lid to the vaseline jar that Isaiah had in his hand. Then he noticed that her thong panties were slightly closed in her teacher's desk top drawer. Then he noticed what looked like drool or even cum that was recently wiped off of her shirt. Jordan started smiling from ear to ear. He thought "Isaiah's been giving Mrs. Schwartz rides to school for the last week, plus he's dating fine ass Keisha now and Darius gets more pussy than the law should allow. They're not fags. They're fucking Mrs. Schwartz. Apparently they're fucking her up the butt to hense the reason for the vaseline." The conversation between the two ladies was over and Suzanne and Eric walked out of the door. Francesca kept looking over to the closet and she loudly said "Hey Jordan, you're still here!" so that Isaiah and Darius would know to stay hidden. Then she said to him "Can I help you with anything else sweetheart?" Jordan just smiled and said "Uh sure. Maybe sometime when you're free I can get a couple of strokes in your booty like Isaiah and Darius?" Mrs. Schwartz was in complete shock. Then Jordan spoke loud enough for Darius and Isaiah to hear him "Sorry we interrupted y'all I'm walking out of the room, right...now." Then he closed the door and jogged to catch up with Suzanne and Eric to go meet up with his Uncle Elias, the dean of sudents at Pride University. Needless to say Isaiah and Darius got out of the closet immediately and proceeded to fuck the living shit out of Francesca's fat Jewish booty and mouth.

     

    Eric went off to meet up with his foreign exchange student prom date, the big booty Mexican girl Theresa Camacho. The prom was tonight and he wanted to make sure she wouldn't flake out on him. Suzanne went with Jordan to his house to meet with Elias. Jordan was driving her in the car that his parents had bought for him about a year ago when he got his license. Suzanne was so nervous. She said to Jordan, "Jordan, do I look ok? Do you think your uncle will like me?" Jordan gazed over at Suzanne's low cut top that beautifully hugged her ample cleavage and then at her short skirt that could barely contain her explosive hips, thighs and ass. Jordan then said, "Yeah, Uncle Elias will like you just fine." Jordan pulled into the drive way and he saw Elias talking to his father and the chief of police of the town, Frank Milton. Jordan hopped out of the car and rushed over to open the door for Ms. Suzanne Hughes. When the men saw Suzanne's big fat ass Frank said "Jesus, Elias, your nephew ridin' around wit' somethin' like that. That's M.O.B. level white booty. I know you're proud." Jordan's father Joe rolled his eyes. Back in the day, Joe wanted to be an M.O.B. brother, but they rejected because he was a pompous asshole with no family ties to the society. Elias said "Don't be like that Joe. Ha ha. Anyway, Frank, that's his friend's mother. She wants to go to Pride." Frank started laughing and said, "Boy. If you're bringing in booty like that. I might have to make an alumni visit." Suzanne and Jordan approached the three men. Suzanne said "Hello gentlemen, it's a pleasure. My name is Suzanne Hughes." Frank said "I wish I didn't have to leave. It's a pleasure to meet you too ma'am. Elias, you gotta come by the lodge before you leave town, we've got some nice THANGS up in there." Frank gave Elias the M.O.B. handshake and drove off. Joe, Elias, Suzanne and Jordan went inside to talk.

     

    Elise ran from her home office to greet her brother. "Elias! When did you get here?" she yelled out. "A little while ago. Just outside talking to my old buddy Frank Milton and your jackass husband. I'm ready to start this little one on one with the two future Pride University students." Suzanne's face lit up immediately and she said "Future Pride University students? Like plural? Like Jordan and me? The both of us?" Elias's smiled and said, "Well I can make it happen and as a personal favor to my sister Elise, I'm pretty sure we can give you a shot. I want to talk to my nephew first and then I'll get to you, but I want you to be calm. Don't worry at all." Suzanne was trying her best to control her glee. Elias looked at Jordan and smiled and said "Nephew, you're looking good, man. Let's rap for a second." Elias took Jordan into the dining room and they spoke about the history of Pride and the wonderful tradition. Elias expressed sadness for Jordan that he didn't get into his first choice but he reassured him that doctors, lawyers, athletes, authors, engineers and all sorts of successful black folks had graduated from Pride. Jordan, who had already started to embrace the idea of going to Pride, was even more excited after the talk. "Ok nephew, can you send in Ms. Hughes please." Jordan went and told Suzanne that Elias was ready for her. Suzanne gave Jordan a big hug and she bounced her fat white ass into the dining room.

     

    "So Ms. Hughes..." said Elias. "Please Dean Stringer, call me Suzanne or better yet Suzy." said the cheerful Suzanne Hughes. "Well only if you call me Eli, Suzy." said Elias. She agreed. The two talked about her educational background. Her high school course work, her job history and her career ambitions. Suzanne kept reiterating her desire to go to Pride. Elias tried to give her some background history on the school, but she kept interrupting him and finishing his sentences. Elias was impressed with her knowledge of the school. Elias was also impressed with her luscuious rack and he was also thinking about that fat white booty that she was sitting on. "Well Suzy, if your high school transcripts are in order like you say they are then I'd like to say welcome to Pride University my dear." said Elias with a big grin on his face. Suzanne got up and gave Elias a big hug while he was still sitting in his chair. Her arms were around his neck and her milky white titties were all in his face. He said "Well damn." and gave her a hug back. Due to the positioning his arms were around her hips and ass. "Oh Eli, I'm so happy!" said Suzanne still holding on tight to Dean Elias Stringer. Elias was getting a hard on and said "I'm so happy right now, too. Uh, tonight I'm going to my lodge and I was wondering if..." Elise walked in and said "Hey girl, you got in?" Suzanne said "Yes I did Elise! Aahhh!!!" The two women ran into each others arms and started jumping up and down screeching and screaming full of joy. Jordan and his father Joe walked into the room to see what the commotion was about and all they saw were the two thick booty women jumping up and down. Joe started checking out his wife as her booty and boobs bounced and thought, "damn a brotha did good for himself." Meanwhile Jordan was checking out the same thing his uncle was, Suzanne's fat, white donkey ass. Suzanne then ran over to Jordan and gave him a big hug. Jordan's arms were around her waist resting right on top of her hips and ass. Elias looked at him and smiled because he knew Jordan wanted to move his hands a little lower to palm that fat luscious ass.

     

    Elise and Suzanne went out to the garden to talk about Pride University and a whole lot of other things. Joe had to head off to one of his meetings. Elias pulled Jordan to the side and they talked about women. "Boy when I was your age I was balls deep in a fat white booty just like that." said Elias in a very candid way. "Word! Unk, you crazy man." said Jordan. "I kid you not nephew. I kid you not. When you come down to Pride, I'm gonna have to take you by our M.O.B. lodge one day. In fact, I'm going to a little mixer today at the chapter in town. I'd invite your father, but he pissed off a lot of these brothers a while ago. He's not really welcomed. You'll be my special guest though." said Elias. Jordan didn't want to spent the night with a bunch of old men at a lodge, but what else was he going to do. All the kids were going to the prom tonight and he was dateless. "Alright Uncle Eli. I just gotta drop my boy Eric and his girl off at the prom tonight. Then I'll come by." said Jordan. Elias said "You're not going?" Jordan said "Nah unk, not getting the love from the ladies. Hopefully I have better luck at Pride." Elias gave him a hug and said "Jordy, real women love an educated brotha. At Pride you will be knocking 'em off you with a stick."

     

    Later on that evening Jordan arrived at the Hughes apartment to pick up Eric. "Dude, did you bring it?" said Eric frantically. "Yeah yeah man, I got you." said Jordan. Eric, being poor white trash, he didn't have money for a tuxedo and didn't even own a suit. Since they were about the same size Jordan loaned him one of his. Eric gave Jordan a manly hug and said "Thank dude, I love ya man." and then ran into his room to get dressed. Suzanne was standing in her doorway wearing a long T-shirt and a pair of little panties and said "Jordan, you're the best friend in the world." Suzanne's t-shirt was barely long enough to cover her panties. Jordan started getting a hard one, he sat down on the couch and said "Ah Ms. H It's nothing. I gotta look out for my boy." Suzanne said "Nonsense." then sat down next to Jordan and continued praising him "No Jordan you're the greatest. Eric finally told me that you wrote his application essay. Jesus, if it wasn't for your tutoring he would have never gotten such high grades to be considered for Stallworth in the first place. Also, you're taking him and his date to the prom and lending him one of your suits. Plu-plu-plu-plus..." Suzanne started stuttering and tearing up. "You-you-you-you're making his mother's dreams come true. I can't wait to go to college. You made that happen Jordan." Suzanne leaned in to give Jordan a big hug and her leg brushed up against his rock hard cock. Suzanne quickly jumped back. Jordan sat there stiff looking forward. His body was as stiff as his cock. Suzanne looked back over at him and smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she kissed him on the cheek again. The next time she went in for a kiss Jordan turned around and kissed her on the mouth. They stayed liplocked for a few seconds and then Suzanne straddled him. They remained lip locked while Suzanne grinded her body on him and Jordan palmed her big soft white ass under her long t-shirt. While the passionate kissing continued Jordan began spreading Suzanne's fat ass cheeks and sliding his fingers under her silky lace panties. Out of nowhere, Jordan put his middle finger up Suzanne's butt. She stopped kissing him and looked at him and said "Oooooo daddy." She rested her head on his shoulder while Jordan started finger fucking her's asshole and squeezing her ass with his free hand. Soon after Suzanne started reaching for Jordan's zipper to unzip his pants to release his cock. Just as she started to tug on the zipper she heard "Hey Jordan, mom, I have no idea how to tie this tie. Can one of you help me?" Suzanne immediately jumped off of Jordan's lap. The two had gotten so caught up that they forget that Suzanne's son and Jordan's best frien Eric was right in the other room. Suzanne grabbed Jordan's hand and sucked the finger that he had put up her ass moments earlier then she licked her lips. Seconds later Eric entered the room and Suzanne rushed over to him to tie his tie.

     

    "Thanks mom. Thanks for the suit again Jordan, this is nice as hell bro. I'm ready to go when you are. Hey mom, throw on some jeans I want you to meet Theresa. Is that cool Jordan, can you drop mom back off after you drop me off?" said Eric with a big grin on his face. Jordan was still in shock over almost getting caught tongue kissing his best friend's mom while fingering her asshole. Jordan said "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sure bro. No problem." Suzanne went and threw on a pair of jeans that were tight as all hell. They were even too tight to button the top button. "Dammit, all my jeans that fit right need to be washed." said Suzanne. Jordan peeked into her room and said, "Nah baby...I mean Ms. H. They look good." Suzanne smiled and followed Jordan downstairs to his car. Eric hopped in the backseat and they went to pick up Theresa. Theresa was a pretty little Mexican girl that was a bit on the chubby side, but she had a lot more booty than tummy. "Dude get a pic on your phone." said Eric. Jordan did just that. He took a few pics of the couple then drove them to the prom. As he pulled up to the front Eric and Theresa hopped out. Eric thanked Jordan again and walked in the prom feeling like the man. Before they pulled off Suzanne got out of the car to check the backseat for an earring she had lost earlier that day going to the meeting with Elias. When Suzanne got her fine white ass out of the car in those jeans all of the fellas outside the prom turned around with their tongues hanging out. Jordan got out of the car and leaned on the side of the car next to where Suzanne was bent over looking in the backseat. "Geez Jordan I swear it's in there. I'll just look a little longer." Jordan saw his classmates Isaiah with his girl Keisha and Darius with two fine as girls on his arms and he gave them a nod that basically said "You're not the only guys knocking down a big booty white bitch." Suzanne jumped up and said "Found it!" Then she noticed all of the boys checking her out and how Jordan was standing there trying to look cool. Then Suzanne gave Jordan a kiss on the lips with a little tongue and said, loud enough to be heard, "Take me home daddy. I can't wait to get you alone." Jordan just smiled and kept up the act. Before hopping into his car Darius yelled out "Play on playa!"

     

    Suzanne and Jordan were cracking up as they drove away. "That was so cool. Seriously. Ms. H." said Jordan. Suzanne said "Man, you're 18 years old, I know you're my son's friend, but we're going to college together soon and you're my friend too. Call me Suzy. Alright?" Jordan said "OK Suzy." Then Suzanne said "Not to mention you had your finger up my butt and your tongue down my throat." Jordan swerved the car and tried to catch his breath. He finally said "Uhhh, yeah. What happened there?" Suzanne said "Well I think because you're so nice and wonderful I got caught up in the moment. Plus you're cute too. Maybe we can...Oh my god I'm coming on to my son's best friend. I really am poor white trash." Jordan pulled the car over and said "Come on Ms. H, I mean Suzy. You're not poor white trash. So what if you're coming on to me. I'm 18 now an..." Suzanne put her index finger between her lips and said "I'd really like to suck your big black cock while you drive me home. When we get home I'd really like it if we could pick up where we left off earlier." Jordan's cock got rock hard again. Both of them looked around on the street to see if anyone was watching. Jordan unzipped his pants and Suzanne after giving one more quick glance around the street, leaned over and started sucking Jordan's big black cock.

     

    Jordan was trying his best to drive at a steady pace with his left hand on the wheel and his right hand on the top of Suzanne's head. "Yeah Suzy, suck that cock girl. Fuck! This feels good." said Jordan. While enjoying the first blowjob he ever got, his phone rang, it was his Uncle Elias. Jordan ignored it, but Elias called again so Jordan figured he better pick it up to let him know he was alright. "H-h-hey Uncle Eli, what's shakin'?" said Jordan who was feeling feelings that he had never felt before from the incredible blow job that his best friend's 40 year old big booty white mother was givng him. "Hey champ, I was seeing if you were still meeting me at the lodge." said Elias. "Sorry unk, I can't make it." said Jordan. "Aww damn boy, I had a surprise for you, too. There are some ladies here and uhhhh, lets just say I'm sure you'd get lucky." said Elias. Jordan said "Sorry unk, I'm in the middle of getting my dick sucked while I'm speeding through these streets. I'd love to check out the lodge, but..." Elias said "Boy are you for real?" Suzanne stopped sucking for a second and said in a very sexy voice loud enough for Elias to hear "I love suckin' your big black cock Jordan baby. I could suck it all night long daddy." Before Jordan could say a word Suzanne went back to sucking his cock and Elias said "Ha ha ha, boy you pimpin'. I love it. I went to line up some bitch for you to fuck as a graduation present and I see you already got something. Do ya thing nephew I'll see you before I head back to Pride." Jordan pulled up to Suzanne's apartment and parked in the back. He leaned his chair back so he could better enjoy his blowjob. He ran the fingers on his left hand through Suzanne's short dirty blonde hair and smacked her big booty on top of her jeans with his right hand. After 5 minutes of getting his cock sucked outside of the building he felt the sensation to cum. Jordan grabbed Suzanne's head with both of his hands and started thrusting his hips up to shove his cock deep down her throat. She started to gag and right then Jordan shot a load of cum right in her mouth. Suzanne coughed a little bit then looked up at Jordan and said "What's next daddy?" Jordan ran his fingers through her hair and said, "I want that big fat white booty Suzy. Let's hurry upstairs."

     
      Posted on : Apr 5, 2016 | Comments (0)
     
    Suzy Booty Goes to Colloege

    "Mom!!! I got in!!! With a full scholarship! Can you believe it?" yelled 18 year old Eric Hughes as he ran into Bubba's Diner. In the distance a 40 year old, big booty white waitress with short dirty blonde hair, lifted her head up from pouring a cup of coffee and with a look of pure joy on her face. That waitress was Eric's mother, Suzanne Hughes. "Really Eric! You got into Stallworth?" said Suzanne as she ran over to hug her son, big ole booty bouncing everywhere. "Yeah, mom. The letter came today. I'm so happy right now. I was so worried about not getting in. I think my application essay about you gave me that extra push." said Eric while embracing his mother. Suzanne started to cry tears of joy and said, "No, no, no, it was all you baby." Eric said "I had the grades and the activities, but that essay got me over. I hear they take that stuff into deep consideration." Eric's application essay told the story about how his mother had to put her college dreams on hold to raise him alone after his father died when he was only 6 months old. Eric's essay was a touching heartfelt essay that was sure to tug on anyone's heart strings. Suzanne actually had a copy of it folded up in her purse at all times because just looking at it made her smile. The funny thing was that Eric didn't even write the essay; he got his best friend Jordan to write it for him. The feelings were all his, but Jordan was a much better wordsmith so he wrote it to help out his friend. Jordan got his gift for words from his mother Elise, a well renowned novelist and newspaper columnist. Anyway, Suzanne and Eric sat down at the counter at the diner and talked about how much fun college would be for Eric. Then Suzanne said "Oh did you tell Jordan, yet? I know he was worried that you might not get in. You guys are such great friends. I'm glad, you'll get to be together for the next 4 years in college." Eric sadly looked into his mother's eyes and said "Well mom, here's the thing..."

     

    Across town, where the rich people live, all hell was breaking loose. "Son of a bitch! What the fuck are these people thinking! I'm calling Dean Van Tassell immediately. This is absolute bullshit! I always knew that Van Tassell was a fucking racist! It has to be a race thing!" yelled Jordan's father, 45 year old, African American, investment banker Joe Brookdale. "Stallworth is my alma mater, my son WILL go to Stallworth." The 18 year old, geeky black kid Jordan Brookdale just sat there in total shock that he had received a rejection letter. Jordan said, "I-I-I don't know how this happened. I have the grades and scores." Jordan's beautiful brown skinned, 44 year old, big booty mother Elise said "Baby don't pay them any mind. There are tons of schools out there. Which other ones did you apply to, sweetheart?" Jordan looked deep into his mother's eyes and said "Dad told me not to apply to any others because this was supposed to be a lock. High school is almost over, I'll probably be the valedictorian and I'm not even accepted to college. Ahhhh!!!" Jordan ran upstairs to his room to throw and punch a few things and cry his eyes out. Elise was about to go upstairs after her son, but her husband Joe stopped her. "Baby leave him be for now. Dammit. I just got off the phone with Dean Van Tassell. He's gonna tell me that the admissions interview that Jordan had was a disaster. He said that Jordan went in there and was an arrogant jerk." said Jordan's father Joe in a somber tone. "No way Jose, not my baby! Jordan is one of the sweetest, most humble young gentlemen anyone would ever meet." said Elise. Then, Joe reluctantly said "Uhh, I might have given him a little pep talk that might have hurt his chances." Elise looked at her husband with fire in her eyes and said "Joseph Charles Brookdale, what the hell did you say to our baby?" Joe said "Damn woman, I told him not to act like a bitch. I told him to be confident. I told him to go in there an talk to them like I'd talk to them." Elise smacked her husband in the back of the head and said "Dammit Joe, act like you? You're an asshole 90 percent of the time." Elise just shook her head and her husband Joe just sat on the couch feeling bad for messing up his son's chance to get into the most prestigous schools in the country.

     

    Later on that evening, Suzanne's shift was almost over and her son Eric had already gone home. "Suzy, you're still glowing. Mira mami, look at chu! Priceless." said another waitress, a 31 year old, big booty, dark skinned, Panamanian woman named Luana Lopez. "Oh Luana, I am darlin'. I can't believe my Eric got in and got a full scholarship, too. Lord knows it's been hard trying to support us and put aside money for his college tuition. I wonder what I'm going to do with all of that money I've saved since he has a scholarship now." said Suzanne while she scrubbed off an empty table. The ladies continued to chat with one another and were enjoying the slow customer flow until the owner and manager of Bubba's Dinner, Jerome "Bubba" Weeks summoned Suzanne to his office. Jerome "Bubba" Weeks was a 34 year old, 6'3, 270 lb, black man that used to be a defensive tackle on a pro football team. After going through a lot of his money, he used some of what he had left to buy this diner in his home town. Suzanne had worked at the diner before Bubba bought it and she was one of the few peoople that Bubba kept on staff after his takeover. Suzanne reluctantly walked into Bubba's office and Bubba closed the door and said "So, Suzy Booty, you ready to earn the big tip tonight?" while rubbing his huge erect black cock that was about to bust through his slacks. Suzanne stood tall and said "Nope, not anymore. I've only been doing those things for my Eric's college fund and he got a scholarship today. So there! Can I get back to work now?" Bubba said "I don't give a fuck about your son and his scholarship and if you won't do what I want for the extra cash, then how about to keep your job you big booty, poor white trash piece of shit." Suzanne looked Bubba right in the eye and said "Fuck you and this job. You're nothing but a big black bully. That's what you are. I quit motherfucker." Suzanne began walking out of Bubba's office with her head held high. Bubba unzipped his pants and said "Quit and do what?" Suzanne stopped in her tracks. Bubba continued "You got a high school diploma, that ain't shit these days, bitch. Your salary and tips here are the only way you're even making a living wage. Now be a good big booty white bitch and get on your knees so we can get this started. I gotta leave soon. My poker game is tonight." Suzanne stopped in her tracks and put her head down. She finally turned around and walked up to him like she was about to slap him, but the fact was, Bubba was right. Suzanne couldn't make this kind of money with her education. She looked up at Bubba and said "I fuckin' hate you Bubba. Why you gotta treat me like this?" Bubba used his right hand to pat her on the head and he smiled while he used that same hand to guide Suzanne down to her knees to suck his cock.

     

    Back at the Brookdale residence, Joe was frantically pacing trying to figure out how to fix the situation. "Alright, I think if we make a big enough donation to Stallworth they'll let Jordan in. Your last book did well and even in a recession I'm a wizard with this stock shit, so I'll dip into the savings and give that money to that cock sucker Van Tassell. I WILL fix this!" Elise shook her head and said "Baby, I'll just call my brother and see what he can do. Jordan doesn't have to go to Stallworth. He can go to Pride!" Joe looked at his wife and passionately said "Oh hell no, Elise! Don't you call Elias. No son of mine will go to Pride University! Fucking Negro schools teach kids a whole lot of bullshit these days. Don't you dare call Elias. Baby, put down the phone, come one now, put down the phone." Although Joe pled with his wife not to call her brother; she went right along and did it anyway. Elise's brother is Elias Stringer, the 45 year old dean of students at Pride University. Pride University is a small historically black school that had a strong heritage, but wasn't known for being an academic powerhouse over the past few years. Elise was on the phone for about 5 minutes before hanging up and saying to her husband, "Well Joe, Elias says hi and that he still thinks you're a jerk. Anyway, he'll be in town in a few days for a few appointments and he'll tell Jordan the good news in person. Elias is so excited." Elise smiled and Joe said, "Dammit! My son is too good for Pride University." Elise cut him off and said, "Now listen Joe, you can talk about your BA in Accounting and your MBA from Stallworth all you want, but don't forget that I went to Pride University and met you my freshman year. I love how you try to leave out the fact that you did your first two years of college at Pride and got such a good education that you were accepted as a transfer student to the big ole great white school Stallworth. You started college at Pride, you joined your beloved fraternity at Pride and you met me at Pride." Their son Jordan came downstairs in the middle of his mother's speech and said "Dad is that true?" Joe told his son to sit down and he told him about how he did start at Pride University because he couldn't get into Stallworth University right after high school. Joe told his son that it was always a source of shame for him, but after hearing Elise speak so passionately about it, he doesn't know why he's been such a jackass about it for so long. Joe looked at his son Jordan and said "I want you to go to Stallworth, but if you have to take a detour through Pride to get there, that's just fine." Then Joe palmed his wife's fat ass and pulled her close for a kiss and said "Hey, I met this beautiful woman at that school. I guess Pride ain't all that bad." Jordan smiled as his parents playfully kissed and groped each other.

     

    Meanwhile at Bubba's Diner, with the dinner rush over and the late night rush a few hours away, Bubba was in his office taking advantage of Suzanne's spare time. "Choke on my big black cock you poor white trash slut. Ha ha, aww yeah. You know how the fuck I like it, bitch! Watch them teeth, bitch! Yeah work that tongue." moaned the 34 year old, big mountain of a black man, Jerome "Bubba" Weeks as he fucked the throat of his 40 year old, big booty, white bitch waitress with his monster sized cock. Suzanne aka Suzy Booty aka Big Booty Suzy aka Suzy wit da Big Ole Booty, had been giving Bubba sexual favors in exchange for a little extra cash from him at the end of the night. She had been doing it since Bubba took over the diner some five years ago. At least once or twice a week Bubba would take Big Booty Suzy in the back and violate her in some way. The blow job was mandatory. Suzanne knew she'd have to taste Bubba's big black cock when she went into his office. What happened after the blowjob was totally up to how Bubba was feeling that day. Sometimes after his blowjob, Bubba would just suck Suzanne's big titties while she jerked him off. Sometimes after his blowjob, Bubba would spend over an hour giving Suzanne a bare bottom spanking with a skillet from the kitchen. Sometimes after his blowjob, Bubba would make Suzanne strip and shake her booty to hip-hop music for him. Hell, sometimes after his blowjob, Bubba would simply lay on his couch and have Suzanne massage his big muscular black body. But on nights like this, when Bubba felt this particular way, Suzanne knew she was in for something a little extra rough. "Aaaahhhh yeah! Swallow that nut, Big Booty Suzy. Every last drop." said Bubba while he ran his fingers through Suzanne's short dirty blonde hair as she swallowed his massive load.

     

    Suzanne was still on her knees with Bubba's cock in her mouth as she awaited further instructions. She knew not to take her mouth off of his cock without permission, the last time she did, Bubba slapped the shit out of her to teach her for being a disobedient White bitch. While Suzanne awaited instructions, Bubba gripped her head from both sides with both of his massive black hands. He pulled her face up to his and gave her a big passionate kiss, while still keeping a firm grip on her head. After about a minute of kissing, Bubba flung Suzanne around and she fell on top of his desk, face down. Suzanne attempted to stand up and turn around to face Bubba. As Suzanne pushed herself up she felt one of Bubba's massive hands on her back, pushing her back down to bend her over the desk. "Please Bubba, you fucked me up the ass just a few days ago. My poor booty is still sore. Can I please suck you some more or give you a massage? Please Bubba, please!" begged Suzanne. "Nah, nah, nah Ms. Suzy Booty, you hurt your boy Bubba's feelings. Coming up in here like you ain't wanna be my lil white trash slut no more." Bubba slowly lifted Suzanne's tight waitress skirt with his free hand, still holding her in position with the other. Suzanne continued to plead with Bubba to spare her booty, "Please, please, please Bubba! I'll work a double shift all next week and give you blowjobs every day. Please Bubba! Don't fuck me up my ass tonight! Have a heart Bubbs, PLEASE!" Bubba interrupted her begging and said "Aw, you know you like taking this big black cock up your fat white ass and yo, stop saying 'fuck me up the ass' I told you what we call it. Dookie love. Say it to me baby and tell me you want it because it's coming." Bubba was now pulling down Suzanne's pink thong panties just low enough to have access to her booty hole. Bubba positioned the tip of his huge cock between her massive pale cheeks, slowing approaching his blubbering, big booty, white slut's asshole. Bubba started giving Suzanne sweet white booty hard wacks with his strong black hand as he yelled "Beg for it bitch!" Suzanne obeyed Bubba's orders and with a lot of sadness and loathing she said "Big Booty Suzy wants her big black daddy Bubba to give her dookie lovin'. Fine I said it, are you happy?" Bubba then thrusted his cock up her ass and said "Your wish is my command, bitch."

     

    While Suzanne was getting her booty pounded, her co-worker, the luscious big booty dark brown skinned Latina, waitress Luana Lopez answered her phone that she left in the dining area. "Hello, who dis?" said Luana while holding Suzanne's phone. "Luana, is that you? This is Eric. I was calling to see when mom's coming home. I wanted her to bring me some pie." said Suzanne's son Eric. Luana knows what goes on in Bubba's office when one of the big booty waitresses goes in there. In fact, her booty cheeks were still sore from a spanking she received just yesterday. Call it a lapse in memory or just pure stupidity but Luana said, "Oh she's in the back, Eric. I'll go get her." Luana wiggled her big fat Panamanian booty to Bubba's office in the back of the diner and opened the door and said "Mami, tu hijo Eric is on the phone." When Luana opened the door all she saw was a teary eyed Suzanne bent over Bubba's desk while Bubba viciously thrusted his cock up her ass. Luana said "Aye conyo, I'm sorry mami. Uh..." Bubba, with a huge smile on his face, interrupted her and said "Damn, Luana. Me and Suzy Booty makin' love...dookie love." Luana backed up toward the door and said "Uhhh, I see papi. I'll give you your privacy." While backing out of the door, she heard Bubba yell to her, "You next bitch!" Since Luana covered up the phone receiver, Eric couldn't hear his mother moaning while she was getting fucked up the ass or Bubba moaning and yelling obsenities at his mother while he fucked her up the ass.

     

    After leaving the room Luana told Eric that his mother was busy finishing her shift and the two talked for 15 minutes about his big college news and how proud Luana was of him as well. Then the talk became a little flirtacious. "Aye Eric, I remember when you was 9 years old. A little cutie running around the diner while your momma was showing me the ropes. I was only 20 at the time and I remember you used to love to give me big hugs every time you saw me." said Luana while giggling. "Ha ha, I remember that too. Honestly I was trying to cop feels on your big round booty. Ha ha." said Eric. "Aye papito, you're a bad boy. Aye papi chulo. Fresh talking to your Auntie Luana like that." said Luana while smiling and looking over her shoulder to see if she could check out her own big fat booty. Eric and Luana talked for a little while longer before Suzanne stumbled out of Bubba's office with her mascara running all down her face and her hair a mess. Bubba was right behind her holding his cock and he yelled out to Luana, "Latina Lovely! You're up! Bring daddy that fat culo." Luana sighed and said "Sorry Eric, I gotta help Bubba with something." Eric said "Oh yeah, that's cool. Tell Bubba I said hi. I love that guy, he's the greatest." Luana said "ok" and then handed the phone to Eric's mother Suzanne and then she went into Bubba's office to get the same dookie love treatment that Suzanne just got. Suzanne told Eric she would bring him home apple pie as she heard Luana screaming in either pleasure or pain from Bubba's office while she received some dookie lovin' from the large, muscular black man.

     

    On her bus ride home, Suzanne thought long and hard about her situation. Suzanne had worked as a waitress since her son was 1, that was 17 years of hard work. The last 5 years she made a lot of extra tip money, but that came from getting fucked up the ass or just generally being sexually harrassed by her big black boss. The fact still remained that Bubba was right, she couldn't make this kind of money with a high school diploma anywhere else. Suzanne got a glimpse of herself by glancing at her reflection in a car window outside of her apartment. She saw that her make up was fucked up and that her hair was a mess. She looked in the passenger side mirror of the car and tried to make herself look presentable before she walked in the apartment to see her son. Suzanne then walked into the house and called out to Eric, but all she heard was video game sounds coming from his room. Totally exhausted from the day Suzanne put down her bag and started taking off her shoes and stockings right there in her living room. Eric had seen his mother in her panties before, no big thing. After the shoes and stockings, the blouse got unbuttoned. It was unseasonably warm this spring and recently their AC had broken. As she went to unzip and slide off her tight waitress uniform skirt,  her son Eric and his black friend Jordan Brookdale came running out of Eric's room wearing only their shorts. "Hey mom! Uh, did I forget to mention that Jordan was spending the night tonight?" said Eric shocked that his mother was in her underwear while his friend is over. Suzanne was so startled at the sight of Jordan standing there that she fell and tripped over her skirt that was pulled down around her knees. Jordan and Eric rushed over to help her stand up. "Geez Ms. H, are you alright?" said Jordan while helping Suzanne to her feet. "Oh, you guys just startled me. I thought only Eric was here. Our AC is broken so we kind of dress as light as possible. Tee hee." said Suzanne while blushing and reaching to put her blouse on. Just then the phone in Eric's room rang and he rushed to go answer it.

     

    While Suzanne was putting her shirt back on Jordan stopped her and said "Ms. H, why are you putting your shirt back on, it's hot as hell in here? Don't mind me. My mom walks around in her undies sometimes. Not when Eric's over, but it's whatever." Jordan then, nonchalantly stood behind Suzanne's big booty and helped her take off her blouse. Since Suzanne's ass is so big, naturally Jordan's crotch brushed up against it. Luckily he wasn't hard, but Suzanne did feel how thick and long Jordan's limp cock was as it brushed against her big fat booty. She began to blush. Suzanne then said "Thanks Jordan I got it, dear. Are you sure you're not uncomfortable with my half nakedness." Jordan laughed and said "Ain't nothin' I haven't seen before. Anyway, Eric is like my brother. You're like a second mother to me. Now if you were naked, uuhhh, I'm just sayin'." Jordan and Suzanne started laughing and it really lightened the mood. Jordan helped Suzanne pick up her clothes off of the floor and caught a glimpse of some redness on her booty cheeks. "Damn Ms. H. I think you bruised yourself when you fell." said Jordan. Suzanne didn't feel like she bruised herself in the fall. She just said "where at dear?" Jordan said "On both of your butt cheeks. A lot of redness. It doesn't really look like a bruise from falling. It kind of looks like from a spank...uh errr, not that you'd be gettin' spanked by anyone. I mean you're grown if you wanted to get spanked, it would be your business. Wow it's hot today? How was your day at work, Ms. H?" Suzanne felt embarrassed, but was happy to go along with Jordan's idea to change to subject.

     

    Suzanne sat in the living room in her bra and panties as Jordan sat there in his shorts and the two talked about his college situation and her job situation, minus the cock sucking and ass fucking part of her job. "I mean, I feel a little down. I thought it was the end of the world earlier. I really worked my ass off and to not get into Stallworth was a big blow." said Jordan. "I know what you mean, honey. I work my ass off everyday at that diner." said Suzanne. Jordan attempted a little humor by looking down Suzanne's back at her butt and saying "Well it looks like you still got a lot left. You didn't work that much of it off." Suzanne and Jordan laughed. Suzanne said "Hey now, some people like a little junk in the trunk. Your mom and dad have been married forever and everytime I see them he's rubbing on your momma's bodacious booty. Ha ha. See that's one guy that likes big booties." Jordan looked Suzanne right in the eye and said "I never said I didn't like big booties. I love looking at a woman with the hips and big butt." Out of nowhere Eric walks in the room and said "Dude, I like big booties, too. You know who's booty I'd like to grab, besides your mother's, Mrs. Schwartz from history class. Damn! Anyway, I just got off the phone with Theresa Camacho she's gonna let me take her to the prom. Mom she has a big butt, too." Suzanne laughed and said "You boys are crazy." Suzanne and Eric have gone through a lot together so they tend to talk like friends more than a mother and son. Jordan jumped in and said "Damn, Theresa barely speaks English, she's the exchange student from Mexico right?" Eric said "Yup and yup! She doesn't speak much English so she doesn't understand when the other girls call us geeks and I'm nice to her and never try to grab her big ass in the hallway at school so she thinks I'm sweet. But trust me, I'll be all over that big ass at prom." Suzanne just rolled her eyes and said "So Jordan, who's the lucky girl that gets to go to the prom with all of this." Suzanne was pointing at Jordan's well developed bare chest and torso. Jordan just shook his head and said "I got turned down three times. I think I'm done asking. I'm just waiting for college to get with girls. My day will come. I wonder how the girls will be at Pride."

     

    Eric jumped in and said "Hey man, it's a shame you're not going to be at Stallworth, but seriously Pride University is where it's at?" Jordan rolled his eyes and said "Really man, you got jokes?" Eric continued and said "Nah dude, Latoyah Baxter, Sharonda Hayes and Destiny Evans are going there. I heard them say it in gym class the other day." Jordan's eyes lit up as he said "Yo, Toyah and Sharonda got crazy ass and Destiny is fine as hell." Eric nodded his head and said "Yup, yup. Hell if I wasn't a white boy I'd rather go to Pride than Stallworth. I saw a band competition on BET over at Pride and they had the finest black girls ever. Booties and hips and lips and extensions flying around and all that stuff." Jordan smiled and licked his lips thinking about all the fine black booty. Suzanne looked to her left and right at each of the boys and said, "All you boys care about is booty and Eric I didn't know you were so in love with black girls. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with it, but this is the most passionate I think I've heard you be about anything outside of your video games. Ha ha ha." Eric smiled and said "Mom, I like 'em all shades. I like my vanilla, I like my peanut butter, I like my caramel, I like my chocolate, I like my butterscotch. I like my..." Eric went on and on and Suzanne and Jordan just laughed uncontrollably.

     

    Then out of the blue Suzanne put her head down and said "I envy you boys. Going off to college. I always wished I would have had what it took to do the same thing. Oh well, I'll live through you guys." Jordan and Eric rubbed Suzanne on the back to comfort her and Jordan said, "Why don't you go to college, then?" Eric said "Yeah mom, I mean, you have the college fund you've been saving for me and I don't need it now. Use it for your school." "But where would I go, I mean, haven't all of the college deadlines passed?" said Suzanne. Jordan said "Yeah, even community college. Damn." Suzanne said "It was a cool thought, but I'll be right back at the diner tomorrow and the day after and the day after." Eric jumped up and said "No way mom, Jord-I mean, I wrote a great essay about how strong you are as a person. You can do anything. You're going to college when me and Jordan go and that's that." Suzanne said "But where?" Jordan jokingly said "Maybe Uncle Elias can get you into Pride, too. Ha ha ha. Aww man that would be something." Eric just smiled and said "Bro that's fuckin' genius." Suzanne said, "Baby, but Pride is like three states away and it's uhhh, a Black school. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm not Black." Eric said, "Pride is more than just black folks, right Jordan. Our history teacher Mrs. Schwartz said she went to Pride University, remember she said she graduated with your mother." Jordan, with a confused look on his face said "Uh, yeah. Mom's always sayin' say hi to Francesca for me, but every time I see her in the hallways, these days, that kid Isaiah Brown is always hanging around her. Isaiah's going to Stallworth, too. People say I'm a geek, that kid's a fuckin' geek for real." Eric said "Yeah, but forget him I'm talking about Mrs. Schwartz. She's mad Jewish and she went to Pride. Mom we're poor white trash, that's more black then Jewish is." Suzanne chuckled and said "Jesus, do we have to be trash, can't we just be poor and white. Ha ha. I tell you,  I wouldn't mind going to Pride, but I'd have to apply and get accepted and..." Eric interrupted her and said "Jordan said his uncle will be in town in a few days. Mrs. Brookdale loves you and that's her brother. Maybe they could put in a good word." Suzanne said, "But what about the apartment? I'd have to move down there." Eric said "Mom I'll be on campus and you'd be on your campus. Fuck this shitty apartment. We'll visit each other. Don't be scared mom. I think Jordan can hook it up. Can't you J?" Jordan looked at Suzanne's eyes light up at the idea of going to college and he gave her a hug and said "Ms. H, I think we might just be able to pull this off.

     
      Posted on : Apr 5, 2016 | Comments (0)
     
    Erotic story - Reunion Revenge Goes Awry

    			Pamela Barnes let the robe drop to the floor and smiled when her
    			
    			husband whistled. "You like?" she asked, twirling around for him.
    			
    			Pamela was wearing a baby doll teddy. It was light green and
    			
    			looked good on her with her long red hair. The bra squeezed her
    			
    			large bosom together giving her very impressive cleavage and it
    			
    			was sheer enough her pink nipples were visible. The panty was a
    			
    			thong that left the lush globes of her white ass bare. Her
    			
    			stomach was covered by the sheer green fabric, but her toned, fit
    			
    			body was clearly visible through it.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Your doctor does good work," said her husband, Richard.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela smiled and climbed beside him on the bed. Her husband was
    			
    			her doctor. She was eighteen years younger then he was. They had
    			
    			met when she got hired as his receptionist nearly fifteen years
    			
    			ago. She laid on her side and looked at him sensually. She stared
    			
    			at him with her piercing green eyes. She knew she looked good and
    			
    			wondered why his face was buried in a medical journal instead of
    			
    			looking at her. She also wondered why she had to initiate sex all
    			
    			the time. Her hand moved over to rest on his stomach and slide
    			
    			under his pajamas. She cupped his genitalia in her hand and
    			
    			squeezed it. It was slow going, but she felt him harden. Richard
    			
    			took the hint. He rolled over, pulling his pajama bottoms down as
    			
    			Pamela quickly pulled the thong off.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Five minutes later, Richard rolled off her, breathing heavily,
    			
    			but grinning. Pamela raised her hips up to hold his sperm in,
    			
    			hoping they were finally making a baby. They had been trying for
    			
    			a year, but Richard had a low sperm count. The fertility doctor
    			
    			said, it was possible for him to impregnate her, but very
    			
    			unlikely. So far, he wasn't willing to seek alternative means of
    			
    			conceiving. She would have tried anything. A baby was what she
    			
    			wanted most in the world.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela had applied for the job with Doctor Barnes when she was
    			
    			five years out of high school and had just about given up a
    			
    			career in drama. He was a prominent plastic surgeon and offered
    			
    			discounts to his employees. The chubby Pamela Barnes had taken
    			
    			him up on the offer and had some liposuction done to her thighs,
    			
    			ass, and belly. The results had been amazing. Doctor Barnes asked
    			
    			her out for coffee one day and she joined him. They found they
    			
    			had little in common, but both were lonely and soon they started
    			
    			dating.
    			
    			 
    			
    			They dated only for a year before he asked her to marry him and
    			
    			she accepted. Richard didn't want his wife to work so Pamela used
    			
    			her free time to start working out. She hired a fitness
    			
    			instructor who quickly had excess weight dropping off her body
    			
    			and her muscles toning up.  She wanted to tan, but she had the
    			
    			pale white skin common among redheads and burned easily. Her skin
    			
    			was mostly pure white, but tanning brought out freckles, so she
    			
    			gave up the sunbathing idea.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela's one remaining physical problem were her enormous
    			
    			breasts. They were DD cups that looked big on her chubby body and
    			
    			positively enormous on her fit body. The problem wasn't so much
    			
    			their size, but that they sagged. Richard lifted them so that
    			
    			they thrust out proudly to the world, but he didn't reduce them
    			
    			in size. She almost wished he had as they made her back hurt, but
    			
    			she liked all the attention they got her, especially at acting
    			
    			gigs.
    			
    			 
    			
    			A local theater group quickly took on the buxom redhead where
    			
    			they had turned down the chubby Pamela. She had now starred in
    			
    			three plays. It was all she had ever wanted to do before deciding
    			
    			it was time to become a mother.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I think you should go," said Richard, finally catching his
    			
    			breath.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I hated high school, Richard. Plus, you can't go that weekend."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You're not the chubby geek girl you were twenty years ago, Pam.
    			
    			Go to your reunion. Show off that hot body of yours. Flirt a
    			
    			little. Let them see what they missed out on. Make them jealous."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I wouldn't mind rubbing it in a little.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Then go. I'm sure half the hot girls back then are chubby now."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela sat up, leaned over, and kissed her husband. "You know
    			
    			what? I think I will go."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Good, have fun." Richard sat back up and returned to his
    			
    			magazine.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela rolled over, but she couldn't sleep. Her three years of
    			
    			high school had been the worst years of her life. Pamela Porci
    			
    			was an overweight Wicca girl who dyed her luscious red hair,
    			
    			purple, wore black nail polish and eyeliner, and played dungeons
    			
    			and dragons. The nightmare began with the nickname, Porci Pig. 
    			
    			She still couldn't watch Looney Tunes without picturing her high
    			
    			school tormentors.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Tormentor number one was Scott Johnson. He mercilessly teased her
    			
    			throughout high school, but the worst was in the auditorium.
    			
    			Several classes had been assigned to do short Shakespeare acts
    			
    			before the school. Pamela, Greta, and Hazel had opted to do the
    			
    			scene with the three witches from Macbeth. Greta and Hazel were
    			
    			the closest things she had to female friends. They included her
    			
    			in their group, but they were overly close and she suspected they
    			
    			were lesbians. Pam often felt like a third wheel around them.
    			
    			After their skit, Scott Johnson yelled out, "Ba-de Ba-de Ba-de,
    			
    			That's all folks," in his best Porky Pig voice and everyone
    			
    			laughed including many teachers, though he did get detention.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Then there were the blacks, Harlan, Gage, and Keisha. Their
    			
    			torments were daily. Keisha was dating Harlan and Pamela thought
    			
    			they had married after graduating. Keisha would say things like,
    			
    			"Move that fat ass out of our way, white girl," when they passed
    			
    			in the hall. Pamela had a particularly bad day and actually
    			
    			turned on Keisha to slap her, but Harlan easily grabbed her
    			
    			wrist. "Don't touch my woman, bitch," he growled. Afterwards,
    			
    			Pamela had hidden in the auditorium to cry. Gage and Harlan were
    			
    			close and rarely separated. Gage was the one that came up with
    			
    			the Porci Pig nickname and everyday made some sort of pig comment
    			
    			when he saw her. "Yo Harlan, you smell bacon? Porci Pamela can
    			
    			sure ham it up. No, she's snout funny. Soooeeee, here piggy
    			
    			piggy." And so on. She knew it was transference, but she came to
    			
    			associate all blacks with her three tormentors behavior. It
    			
    			wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it and was now quite bigoted.
    			
    			 
    			
    			She hated them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Her last tormentor wasn't really a tormentor, but he ended up
    			
    			hurting her more then any of the others had. Preston Hunt was a
    			
    			friend since they were little and her secret crush. He was if
    			
    			anything, geekier then she was. He was her dungeon master and the
    			
    			two of them plus some others would play for hours in a bedroom
    			
    			lined with Star Wars Hasbro figures. Pam didn't even like role
    			
    			playing, but as long as Preston was there, she would follow just
    			
    			to hear his voice. He was short, skinny, and not much to look at,
    			
    			but he was the only guy who was ever consistently nice to her at
    			
    			least up until the day she kissed him. They were alone and both
    			
    			had decided to try drinking alcohol for the first time. She was
    			
    			thrilled when he didn't pull away as she leaned over to kiss him
    			
    			and his hand flew up to her enormous bosom, squeezing her tits.
    			
    			Soon his hand slipped under her black blouse, slid over several
    			
    			rolls of fat and then was playing with her nipples. Pam gasped
    			
    			and quickly felt her panties go wet. Her nipples had always been
    			
    			very sensitive. She decided to reward him and let her hand fall
    			
    			in his lap. She squeezed his bulge and heard him groan in
    			
    			pleasure. Preston went nuts and released her boob long enough to
    			
    			pull his pants down. Believing that from here on out, her life
    			
    			was taking a turn for the better, Pamela decided to do something
    			
    			guaranteed to keep Preston interested in her. She fell to her
    			
    			knees and sucked his dick. It was her first and last blow job. Oh
    			
    			he loved it alright. He guided her head with his hands and
    			
    			practically squealed like a girl when he came which was only
    			
    			after a few minutes. She even swallowed. The problem came
    			
    			afterwards. Preston wanted to do it again. He wanted to play with
    			
    			her breasts. He wanted to do all that and she was willing, but he
    			
    			didn't want to hold her hands in school or let her kiss him in
    			
    			front of anyone else. He quickly turned weird, not wanting to be
    			
    			seen with her at all, but always wanting her to come over when no
    			
    			one else was around. It didn't take Pamela long to realize, he
    			
    			was ashamed to be seen with her and when she did, it tore her
    			
    			heart on two. She couldn't stop crying for days and finally ended
    			
    			up emptying a bottle of sleeping pills down her throat. She was
    			
    			in the hospital for two days and missed school for a week while
    			
    			she underwent a psychological evaluation. She refused to talk to
    			
    			Preston after that or anyone else.  She spent the last few months
    			
    			of school acting like a zombie, going through the motions until
    			
    			she graduated, but she didn't show up for the ceremony.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela quickly wiped tears from her eyes so that her husband
    			
    			wouldn't notice. On graduation day, she moved far away from home.
    			
    			Her dream was to go to Hollywood, but she moved to New York City,
    			
    			took acting classes, tried to get a gig on Broadway, then off
    			
    			Broadway, then way off Broadway. Her money ran out, she moved to
    			
    			a cheaper apartment in the suburbs, and got hired as a
    			
    			receptionist by one of the kindest men she'd ever meant.
    			
    			 
    			
    			**********
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela boarded the plane to Atlanta wearing a black skirt with a
    			
    			slit up her thighs. She had on black heeled boots that went up
    			
    			just under her knees. She wore a green short sleeve pull over
    			
    			top, that hugged her bosom and showed off a lot of cleavage. She
    			
    			found her seat and waited for take off. She felt her body tremble
    			
    			slightly when she saw the blacks board the plane. She had know
    			
    			idea they lived anywhere near her. Pamela pulled herself together
    			
    			as they approached.
    			
    			 
    			
    			There were four of them. The first two were Harlan and Keisha.
    			
    			Unfortunately, in the twenty years since graduation, they hadn't
    			
    			lost their looks. Harlan was a black giant covered in muscles. It
    			
    			did look like he was losing his hair, but he's shaved it and it
    			
    			looked good on him. Keisha still had a  nice body, but now had a
    			
    			little belly fat suggesting she'd had a baby. Pam would have
    			
    			traded her flat tummy for some belly fat and a baby, but the way
    			
    			things were going with Richard, there would be no baby anytime
    			
    			soon. Keisha had a strange face. It was attractive, beautiful
    			
    			even, but her mouth was constantly turned up in a sneer. It was
    			
    			like she had a huge chip on her shoulder and went through life
    			
    			hating everything. Harlan met Pamela's eyes and quickly looked at
    			
    			her bosom. Pam feigned a smile as she stared at him and he smiled
    			
    			back. Keisha followed him. Her eyes fell on the white woman with
    			
    			the big tits and her sneer got bigger.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Gage and another black woman were next. Probably his wife, but it
    			
    			was no one from their school. Unlike Harlan, Gage had let himself
    			
    			go since high school. Gage had an enormous belly, big arms, and
    			
    			several chins. His eyes also fell on her bosom and he licked his
    			
    			lips. Who is the pig now asshole, she thought, looking at his
    			
    			porcine face. Pamela smiled at the thought. Gage grinned back at
    			
    			her, thinking she was flirting and he winked. His wife followed,
    			
    			also overweight and not very pretty.
    			
    			 
    			
    			None of them seemed to recognize her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The rest of the flight was without incident, but the two black
    			
    			men stared at her when she got up to use the bathroom. When they
    			
    			landed, Pam got off first and made her way to baggage claim. It
    			
    			always took awhile for the luggage to arrive, but Pam waited
    			
    			patiently. When the conveyor belt finally started up, she was
    			
    			surprised to see her large bag was first. She reached out for it,
    			
    			but a large black arm beat her to it. "I got that for you, Miss,"
    			
    			said Harlan. He pulled it off the conveyor and handed it to her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Why thank you," she said, smiling at him.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Harlan, get your black ass over here," yelled Keisha.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan winced. "You're welcome, Miss."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'll see you in a few hours," said Pamela. She winked at him,
    			
    			enjoying his look of confusion.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What did that white bitch say to you?" asked Keisha, as Pamela
    			
    			was walking away.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela smiled.
    			
    			 
    			
    			***************
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. Her
    			
    			suitcase was open on the bed. She pulled out her outfit for the
    			
    			evening. First she pulled out the tight green bra. It was sheer,
    			
    			but tight and squeezed her boobs together amplifying her cleavage
    			
    			even more. The matching thong was sheer and tight. It mashed her
    			
    			red pubic hair down and she'd even had to trim some of her hair.
    			
    			The top was a dark green halter top with spaghetti straps holding
    			
    			it over her shoulders. Her large bosom made it hang loose over
    			
    			her belly and it stopped an inch over her navel. She left her
    			
    			belly bare to show off her flat stomach and the large $500
    			
    			diamond on the pin through her navel. If she reached up, the top
    			
    			would show off her entire belly and maybe even the bottom of her
    			
    			bra. The second half of her outfit was a short green skirt, sort
    			
    			of like a cheerleading skirt that left most of her legs bare.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam twirled around in front of the mirror. She looked fantastic,
    			
    			but wasn't sure if it was sexy or borderline slutty. Her outfit
    			
    			was cool and June in Atlanta was hot, so she'd be comfortable in
    			
    			it. Plus, she knew other women who had kept their figures would
    			
    			be showing them off. She put on her green heels last, loving how
    			
    			they showed off her legs.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela sent off a text to Richard stating that she had arrived
    			
    			safely and was going down to the reunion.
    			
    			 
    			
    			****************
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam had to pass the front desk on her way to the banquet hall.
    			
    			The creepy looking black guy who had checked her in stared at her
    			
    			as she walked by. He hadn't taken his eyes off her breasts the
    			
    			whole time he'd checked her in. She held her head up as she
    			
    			passed.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela felt all eyes on her when she entered the large banquet
    			
    			hall. She was glad the reunion wasn't at her old school. She
    			
    			wasn't sure she could have handled walking back in there. She
    			
    			pushed her shoulders back and strolled up to the table holding
    			
    			the nametags. The two former cheerleaders sitting at the table
    			
    			just stared at her. "Pamela Porci Barnes," she said.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Porci Pig!" exclaimed the ex cheerleader, Melissa who had also
    			
    			been homecoming queen. She held her hand over her mouth for a
    			
    			moment before removing it. "Sorry Pamela."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela was shooting death rays out of her eyes, but relaxed.
    			
    			"That's alright, Melissa."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You've changed." Melissa slid the badge over to her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Thank you," said Pam, turning to pin the badge on her chest.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'll get that for you, Miss," said a man's voice.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No thank you," said Pam, looking up. She froze a moment when she
    			
    			saw the speaker was Scott Johnson. "I can handle this, Scott."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Scott had aged well and was quite good looking. He stared at her
    			
    			trying to look suave when she removed her hand from the nametag.
    			
    			"P-p-porci Pi... Pamela. Pamela Porci!"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Yes, Scott. Nice to see you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You look amazing."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Thanks. You're looking good to."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Can I get you a drink at the bar?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Maybe later." Pamela turned away from the stunned man. She
    			
    			entered the large room. There was a dance floor. A band was
    			
    			tuning up on it. A big hair eighties band no less. The bar area
    			
    			was crowded. Tables surrounded the dance floor and it looked like
    			
    			most of her class was already here.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam looked around and spied the two women near the bar. She
    			
    			strolled up to them, grinning. Both women's eyes ran over her
    			
    			body and focused on her breasts. My god, they are lesbians, she
    			
    			thought. "Hello Hazel. Greta," she said, approaching them. Greta
    			
    			was still a little Wicca. She was chubby, wore a black dress and
    			
    			had black nail polish. Her black rimmed glasses were new, she
    			
    			hadn`t worn any in school. Hazel was no longer Wicca, but had
    			
    			gone butch, Hair cut short and kind of tough looking.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Pamela!" they said in unison. Both women hugged her to the point
    			
    			Pamela got uncomfortable.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Nice to see you two," said Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Hazel here didn't want to come, but I made her," said Greta.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"This fucking state doesn't recognize our marriage," exclaimed
    			
    			Hazel.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Well I'm happy for you both."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Join us for dinner?" asked Greta.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Lets find a table near the food," grunted Hazel. "I'll go get us
    			
    			some beers," she added after the three found a table no one had
    			
    			claimed. She returned ten minutes later with three bottles of
    			
    			beer and three shots. "A toast?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela held her shot up. "To Macbeth."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"To Macbeth," responded Hazel.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"And the three witches," added Greta.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The three women caught up with the lesbian couple going first.
    			
    			Pamela told them of her life after school, quest for a baby, and
    			
    			how she got so fit. "My husband, the doctor, only had to lift
    			
    			them up a bit. They were tremendously saggy," she finished.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You're lying. Those things are fake," said Hazel. "Don't fuck
    			
    			with me, Porci."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"She always did have big boobs, honey," said Greta.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh I remember them too, Greta, but I know implants when I see
    			
    			them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela leaned forwards. "Go ahead and touch them. Both of you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Greta and Hazel didn't need to be asked twice. Each reached out a
    			
    			hand and grabbed one of Pam's boobs. "Fuck, they are real," said
    			
    			an awed Hazel, who didn't stop squeezing Pam's breast.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"My husband, the doctor,  just had to tighten the skin a bit to
    			
    			lift them up some," Pam explained again. "You can stop touching
    			
    			them now." Both women pulled back, but still stared at Pam's
    			
    			chest.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The class president came up on the stage and made some
    			
    			announcements. Then she told what tables could get up for the
    			
    			buffet. As soon as everyone was seated and eating, the band
    			
    			started up. Greta got them another round of beers and three more
    			
    			shots.  Pamela bought the third round after they had finished
    			
    			dessert. Her head was spinning a little after the third shot. The
    			
    			beer wasn't helping either. Pam was about to announce that she
    			
    			was going to go mingle when a male voice said, "Would you like to
    			
    			dance, Pam?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela turned to see Scott Johnson again. "Sure Scott, why not?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			The song was fast and the two danced and talked. Scott was
    			
    			divorced and seemed disappointed to find out that Pam was
    			
    			married. "I'll get us some refills," he said, when Pam drained
    			
    			her beer.
    			
    			 
    			
    			No sooner had he turned away when Pamela was spun around and into
    			
    			the arms of Harlan. She found her boobs smashed against a hard
    			
    			muscular chest. It was the closest contact she'd ever had to a
    			
    			black man. He twirled her around once. "Pamela Porci, I don't
    			
    			believe it," he said.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You had no idea who I was on the plane," she laughed. He
    			
    			laughter faded when he pulled her tight again and she felt an
    			
    			enormous bulge against her bare belly. He must be stuffing a sock
    			
    			in there, she thought, or maybe two socks, but then the thing
    			
    			moved slightly and she pulled back.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What do you do for a living, Pam?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Northing. My husband, the doctor, doesn't want me working and
    			
    			we're trying to have a baby."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What do you mean trying? Keisha had to get her tubes tied after
    			
    			the fourth kid practically walked out of her."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam didn't want to tell him about their troubles conceiving, so
    			
    			she lied. "We just decided to start trying recently."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What kind of Doctor?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Plastic surgeon."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Obviously," laughed Harlan. "He does good work."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Enough. They're real. My husband only had to firm them up some."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Real my ass... Wait a minute, Pamela Porci Barnes... Is your
    			
    			husband Dr. Richard Barnes?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Why yes," she said, surprised.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You live in Westwood, New Jersey then. I'm in charge of trash
    			
    			collection there."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Small world."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Maybe after tonight we should stay in touch." Harlan pulled her
    			
    			back into his body and pressed his crotch against her belly at
    			
    			the word, "touch". If felt even bigger against her belly this
    			
    			time.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela pulled back again. "Sure we could double date or
    			
    			something. I thought you were going be a pro football player.
    			
    			How'd you end up a garbage man?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan frowned, but his cockiness retuned. He knew the reunion
    			
    			game. Pam hadn't gone to their tenth reunion, but there everyone
    			
    			had been bragging about their jobs, big houses, spouses, etc.
    			
    			"I'm manager of the entire department, thank you. I have a
    			
    			healthy salary, benefits, and a pension."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm back," said Scott, standing behind her. He waited a few
    			
    			moments before adding. "I brought your beer, Pamela.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm not ready to let her go," said the giant black man, looking
    			
    			down into Pamela's green eyes.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Harlan!" screamed Keisha. "Get you black ass over here and dance
    			
    			with your wife."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Now I'm ready," said Harlan. "Maybe we can get together later,
    			
    			Pam." He winked at her and turned just as his wife ran up and
    			
    			grabbed his arm.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam turned and took the beer from Scott. She took a few gulps and
    			
    			then they started dancing again. Things were going well tonight.
    			
    			Harlan was making innuendos to her and Keisha was jealous. She
    			
    			clearly didn't want her husband anywhere near Pamela. Scott was
    			
    			practically drooling  like a little puppy just to keep her near
    			
    			him. She took a swig and wrapped an arm around Scott's neck as
    			
    			they started dancing again. For the next hour, Pamela Porci was
    			
    			very popular. She always had a dance partner and a drink in her
    			
    			hand.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Wanna get some air?" asked Scott after another dance, when the
    			
    			band took a break.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure," replied Pam. "Some fresh air might clear my head. Scott
    			
    			took her hand and pulled her towards the exit. She let him hold
    			
    			her hand. Maybe she'd tease him some more and then tell him to
    			
    			"Fuck off." As they neared the exit, her heart skipped a beat.
    			
    			Preston was standing there, looking alone and dejected. He was
    			
    			drinking and staring into the crowd. Then his eyes fell on her
    			
    			body and like everyone else stared at her belly and breasts. He
    			
    			was short, thin, ugly, and nearly bald. Other then the initial
    			
    			shock at seeing him, she felt nothing. She was over her first
    			
    			crush. Pamela smiled and he looked surprised as their eyes met.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam and Scott left the hotel. "Warm night," said Scott.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That's Hotlanta for you." Pam followed him to the parking lot.
    			
    			"Where are we going?" she asked.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"My SUV is right here. I'm not staying at the hotel. I only live
    			
    			an hour away."
    			
    			 
    			
    			They arrived at his large SUV still holding hands. Scott quickly
    			
    			tugged her hand and pulled her into his arms. Before Pamela knew
    			
    			what hit her, he was kissing her. She wanted to struggle, but
    			
    			instead found herself kissing him back. She still hated him, but
    			
    			he was younger then her husband, in better shape, and better
    			
    			looking. Her husband rarely, if ever, kissed her this lustfully
    			
    			or passionately.  Scott's hands found their way to her breasts
    			
    			and she moaned as their tongues teased each other.  "Lets get
    			
    			in," he whispered.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Ok," said Pam. She was breathing heavily. It was a little
    			
    			embarrassing to be so turned on. She'd found herself wanting sex
    			
    			more often then Richard was capable of giving as she entered her
    			
    			sexual peak. The fertility pills made her even hornier. Plus, the
    			
    			hormones were making her nipples ultra sensitive and just
    			
    			touching them made her pussy wet. Alcohol always loosened her
    			
    			inhibitions too. Pamela realized she was a walking sexual time
    			
    			bomb as she climbed in the car beside Scott. She'd need to
    			
    			control herself, but she wanted to tease this asshole some more.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Scott was kissing her again the moment she sat beside him. Then
    			
    			his hands were on the spaghetti straps holding her top on. "No!"
    			
    			she said, when he tried to pull them down.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Please," he begged. "I really want to see those big melons."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Alright. Since you're such a smooth talker, but let me do it."
    			
    			Pam pulled her top down, watching his eyes go big in
    			
    			anticipation. The bra's clasps was in the front. Pam unhooked it
    			
    			and her DD's sprang out, up thrust and firm thanks to her
    			
    			husband.  She pulled the bra off.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Dear god! They're magnificent!" Scott's hands sprang out to
    			
    			squeeze them again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam decided to let him play with her breasts for a minute and
    			
    			then she planned on telling him she was going back inside, but
    			
    			then he started gently teasing her nipples and she thought she'd
    			
    			let him go on a little longer. She was about to make him stop
    			
    			when he bent down and licked one nipple. Dear god, she thought,
    			
    			echoing his words. That feels good. His tongue would flicker over
    			
    			one of her hard pink nipples and then he'd suck the entire tip of
    			
    			her breast into his mouth. Her pussy was gushing. Scott kept
    			
    			sucking, though he was fumbling with something under him. Scott
    			
    			sighed and quit fumbling between his legs. He switched to her
    			
    			other breast, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling it
    			
    			forwards.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam was a little drunk and confused as her hand wrapped around a
    			
    			hard shaft. She squeezed it, quickly realizing what it was as
    			
    			Scott leaned back. She was holding Scott Johnson, asshole
    			
    			tormentors' penis and what a penis it was. "Wow!" she said,
    			
    			regretting feeding his ego.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Impressed. Bigger then hubby's is it?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"A lot bigger," she replied. Damn him, but it was bigger, by two
    			
    			or three inches she guessed. Richard's penis strained to reach
    			
    			six inches. Nor had Richard's penis been this hard in several
    			
    			years. Her husband's penis seemed to get floppier each year.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Good. Why don't you climb onboard then?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela smirked and gently ran her hand up the shaft, caressing
    			
    			it. "I'm a married woman, Scott."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Just imagine how good that thing would feel in your pussy," said
    			
    			Scott, reaching out to toy with her nipples again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela couldn't help herself and moaned. "Yes, it probably would
    			
    			feel good," she whispered.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Scott kissed her neck before saying, "My cock can reach places
    			
    			your husband can't. " He kissed her again. "I've never had a
    			
    			complaint." He kissed up under her chin. "Any woman I fuck cums
    			
    			at least once and most multiple times."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Hmm, I'm tempted," moaned Pamela. He was making a persuasive
    			
    			argument. Richard had never made her cum, but she had given
    			
    			herself orgasms, though she didn't masturbate much anymore. "But
    			
    			no." Pamela felt her hand slide down to the base of his cock,
    			
    			then back up. Lubrication was pouring from his pee slit, coating
    			
    			his cock.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Why don't you suck it then baby?" Scott kissed her on the lips.
    			
    			She kissed back, their tongues fighting, first in her mouth, then
    			
    			his.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela pushed him back. "No, this has gone far enough," she said,
    			
    			her hand jerking up and down his shaft. "I should go."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Let me play with your tits some more." Scott pushed her back
    			
    			slightly and took one nipple between his teeth again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela gasped. She had never been this horny. Richard had given
    			
    			her permission to tease, but this probably wasn't what he had in
    			
    			mind. She looked over at the cock in her hand. It would feel good
    			
    			in her pussy, she knew, but she was married, very fertile, and
    			
    			she hated this asshole. She suddenly knew how to pay him back for
    			
    			tormenting her. She would leave him high and dry.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Scott leaned back in the seat, moaning, but he kept playing with
    			
    			one of her nipples. "God, it's even bigger now," she whispered a
    			
    			little awed by his penis. She slowed her strokes to get a better
    			
    			glimpse of the swollen shaft.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Last chance," groaned Scott. "I'd sure like to fuck you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm never going to fuck you, asshole," she replied, sneering.
    			
    			Now Pamela, she thought to herself. He's getting close. Stop and
    			
    			leave him hanging. Her hand kept moving. His cock was hot and it
    			
    			throbbed with life. His balls were splayed out on the car seat.
    			
    			They were impressive. I want to see it squirt. No, leave him with
    			
    			blue balls, Pamela. She couldn't stop jerking his cock. He was
    			
    			close, going to blow at any moment. She had to stop now or it
    			
    			would blow... His cock jerked and an impressive wad of semen
    			
    			struck the back of the front passenger seat. It had shot out at
    			
    			least six inches and several more wads squirted out, but they
    			
    			didn't make it as far and fell on the floor. It was an amazing
    			
    			sight to see and Pamela was glad she hadn't stopped jerking him
    			
    			off, but she was a little pissed at herself for enjoying it so
    			
    			much. "Damn it," she said as she kept stroking it until every
    			
    			drop was drained. She even got some on her hand. Pamela released
    			
    			his cock and opened the car door. She stepped outside topless and
    			
    			began pulling her green top back up.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What's wrong, baby?" asked Scott. "I was hoping you'd change
    			
    			your mind and come home with me."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No way."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Then we could go up to your room."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You don't get it Scott Johnson. I hate you. You like this body.
    			
    			Well, I'd be fucking you all night if you had just been a little
    			
    			nicer to me back in high school."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sorry, I was a jerk. Let me make it up to you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You're never touching this body again, Scott" Pamela turned and
    			
    			walked away.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Scott slid up to his driver's seat. He started his SUV and pulled
    			
    			out, rolling down his window as he caught up to her. "Thanks for
    			
    			the hand job, Porci Pig," he yelled. "And for the souvenir."
    			
    			Scott held up her bra and sped off.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Fuck." Pamela stamped her foot down. If she had been holding
    			
    			anything, she would have thrown it at him. She did hold up her
    			
    			hand and give him the finger. Pamela looked at her hand. The flap
    			
    			of skin between her thumb and forefinger was covered in sperm.
    			
    			She had nothing to wipe it off. Pamela put her hand in her mouth
    			
    			and sucked it off. She tasted the cold fluid on her tongue before
    			
    			spitting it out. She hadn't hurt him at all. She'd even gotten
    			
    			him off and now she had tasted his sperm. She stamped her heeled
    			
    			foot down again. That hadn't gone as planned.
    			
    			 
    			
    			As Pamela neared the hotel. She saw some dark figures smoking
    			
    			behind a dumpster. One whistled at her. "Hey, Pamela come join
    			
    			us."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam turned and headed in that direction. It had sounded like
    			
    			Harlan. "Harlan?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Yeah. Come have a smoke with us." Harlan waited until she was
    			
    			close. "Take a hit."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela's hand automatically came up and accepted the cigarette,
    			
    			correction joint. She had smoked pot with Hazel and Greta a few
    			
    			times back in school, but hadn't touched the stuff in twenty
    			
    			years.  They were staring at her expectantly. She didn't want to
    			
    			suck something that had been in a black man's mouth, but she took
    			
    			a hit hoping it would calm her down and make her forget about
    			
    			Scott. She exhaled and passed it over to Gage. There were four
    			
    			black men in the alley, one she didn't recognize, but the other
    			
    			was dressed in a hotel uniform and had been the pervert who
    			
    			checked her into her room. They passed the joint around a bit,
    			
    			the four black men staring at her tits the whole time. She was
    			
    			used to it, but glanced down to see what they were looking at.
    			
    			Without her bra, the entire outline of her areola were visible
    			
    			under her top and her nipples were rock hard, pushing the
    			
    			material outwards. "I should get inside," she said, starting to
    			
    			feel uncomfortable.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Alright," said Harlan. "Hey, the reunion's starting to wind down
    			
    			in there. We're having an after party. Interested?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Maybe. Let me know what's going on. Thanks for the smoke."
    			
    			Pamela turned, heading for the hotel lobby. The weed hit her
    			
    			before she reached the door. "Damn!" she said, shaking her head
    			
    			to try and clear it. Everything suddenly seemed amplified. She
    			
    			felt drunker and she could feel the material of her top rubbing
    			
    			her nipples. Cool night air was blowing up under her top,
    			
    			caressing her bare breasts. The pot amplified her horniness too.
    			
    			Damn you Scott, she thought. If she'd had his number she would
    			
    			have been tempted to call him back. His seven or eight inch penis
    			
    			could take care of her problem and he probably didn't have a low
    			
    			sperm count either. Evil thoughts, Pamela, she thought. Evil
    			
    			thoughts. She was thankful she didn't have his number.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Pamela," said a voice as she stepped into the lobby.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam stopped and looked at the skinny bald man. "Preston. How are
    			
    			you?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Good. You look amazing."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Thanks."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Lets go back to the reunion and I'll buy you a drink," said
    			
    			Preston.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Not that she needed another drink, but Pamela accepted the beer
    			
    			from Preston after he got two from the bartender. "So how's
    			
    			life?" she asked. "Married? Kids?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Never married. No kids. You?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Married. He's a good guy, a doctor. As for kids, we're trying."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh." Preston looked sad and dejected suddenly. "Why'd you come
    			
    			back, Pamela? You were as miserable in high school as I was."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Same reason everyone does, see old friends, brag, show off how
    			
    			much you've changed. What about you?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I came here hoping to see you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Lets go up to my room. I've got something to show you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Alright, but only for a few minutes."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela followed Preston to the elevator and the two rode up a few
    			
    			floors silently until Preston said, "I can't believe how hot
    			
    			looking you are."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Thanks. My husband is a plastic surgeon. I got some liposuction
    			
    			to start me off, but most of my body is thanks to a personal
    			
    			trainer at my gym. My husband had to lift my boobs up a little.
    			
    			You remember how big my boobs were. They were pretty saggy."
    			
    			Pamela watched Preston turn bright red. Of course, he remembered
    			
    			how big they were, he'd played with them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Preston fumbled with his key card as she followed him to the
    			
    			door. She entered a room identical to her own. "So Preston, what
    			
    			did you want to show me? I'm eager to get back down to the
    			
    			party."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"It's on the table there. Let me get it." Preston picked up a
    			
    			piece of paper in a plastic sleeve. And handed it to Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam looked at it and smiled. It was a Shakespearean sonnet she
    			
    			had written for Preston the night she had given him the blow job.
    			
    			She had presented it to him the next day in school. "It's not
    			
    			that good really," she said. "Why'd you save it?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"It reminded me of you. Blowing it with you was the biggest
    			
    			mistake of my life. The only reason I came here was to see you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Fuck you Preston Hunt." Pam was suddenly very angry. "I tried to
    			
    			kill myself because of you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I know, I'm sorry. I just had this fantasy of coming here and
    			
    			apologizing to you and we'd pick up where we left off. I know it
    			
    			was stupid, but I had to try. Now I see you're married."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"And out of your league, geek. I bet you wouldn't be ashamed to
    			
    			be seen with me now?" She walked right up to him with the
    			
    			intention of slapping him. Instead, she grabbed his crotch. "Did
    			
    			you come here hoping I'd suck your dick again?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No... Yes. I haven't had one since. "
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela felt him hardening under her grasp. She was shocked to
    			
    			realize she was dealing with what was probably a 38 year old
    			
    			virgin. Her desire for revenge trumped the sorrow she felt for
    			
    			him. She quickly had an idea on how to get him back. Pamela fell
    			
    			to her knees and fumbled with the buttons on Preston's trousers.
    			
    			"I bet you'd love to have a woman as hot as I am sucking your
    			
    			dick." Pam reached in his underwear and pulled Preston's penis
    			
    			out. It was the first she'd ever seen and the only one she'd ever
    			
    			put in her mouth. Funny, but she hadn't remembered it being this
    			
    			large. It was an inch or so bigger than Richard's, not quite as
    			
    			big as Scott's nice cock and it was skinnier, matching Preston's
    			
    			body. Pam leaned forward and licked the head.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh god!"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You want a blow job or maybe you'd like to titty fuck me?"
    			
    			Pamela pulled her green top off over her head and revealed her
    			
    			breasts to her old classmate.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh god," he said again when she squeezed his dick between her
    			
    			big white breasts. The head of his penis was sticking out of her
    			
    			breasts. She flickered her tongue over the head again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam hadn't intended on actually tasting him, but she knew that
    			
    			teasing him with her tongue would drive him nuts and she could
    			
    			feel him trembling as she kneeled in front of him. Pamela had
    			
    			decided to get his hopes up and then tell him to fuck off. The
    			
    			only way a geek loser like Preston could have a woman like Pamela
    			
    			suck his dick was to pay her and Pam didn't need the money. Pam
    			
    			pulled back until his cock fell out of her breasts and hovered
    			
    			right in front of her mouth. "Well Preston, this hot redhead is
    			
    			about to give you the best blow job of your life... Not," and as
    			
    			the last word came out of her open mouth, Preston grabbed her
    			
    			head and pushed his dick in her mouth. "Hmmmph," choked Pamela in
    			
    			surprise.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam tried to push back against his hips, but he pushed it back in
    			
    			her mouth. She pushed back again, hesitated and then pulled him
    			
    			forwards, letting his penis slide down her throat. The moan in
    			
    			Pam's throat matched the one coming from Preston. Old feelings
    			
    			started to resurface. At one time she had loved this man. She
    			
    			attacked his cock with gusto, staring cross-eyed at the shaft
    			
    			disappearing in and out of her mouth. Pam pulled back and ran her
    			
    			tongue all over the sleek helmeted head of his shaft. She pushed
    			
    			down and took him all the way in her mouth, her lips burying in
    			
    			his pubic hair.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela's pussy was dripping and she made up her mind to fuck him.
    			
    			She couldn't ever remember being this horny. She would stay with
    			
    			him this one night and do anything he asked. Afterwards they
    			
    			would always have the memory of this magical night together to
    			
    			trump how much he had hurt her  20 years ago. Pamela pulled back
    			
    			to lick the head of his dick again, but this time she looked
    			
    			lovingly up at Preston. She still loved him even after all these
    			
    			years. His mouth was open and he was drooling a little. His eyes
    			
    			were rolled up in the back of his head. He was clearly enjoying
    			
    			it. Strangely, she felt nothing. She didn't love him.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam felt nothing. She had no feelings for this loser whatsoever.
    			
    			He had lost his chance 20 years ago. She wasn't going to spend
    			
    			the night with Preston Hunt and fuck him. She was really horny
    			
    			and wished Richard had come with her to take care of her needs,
    			
    			but she wasn't horny enough to cheat on him especially with
    			
    			Preston. Must be the booze and pot making me horny, she thought.
    			
    			 
    			
    			There was something else that was strange. She hadn't stopped
    			
    			worshipping his cock. She was still attacking his shaft with
    			
    			gusto. Moans of satisfaction were still coming from her throat.
    			
    			Being drunk and stoned may have loosened her inhibitions, but
    			
    			there was something else. She liked sucking dick. Why hadn't she
    			
    			done this again since 20 years ago? Her poor husband would have
    			
    			loved having his dick sucked once in awhile. Having a hard shaft
    			
    			sliding in and out of her throat made her feel powerful and she
    			
    			liked it. Richard was going to get a nice surprise when he got
    			
    			home.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Preston's dick hardened and jerked a few seconds later. The head
    			
    			was in her mouth when he blew. She felt the spray of cum strike
    			
    			the roof of her mouth and then it rolled off her tongue. It was
    			
    			so hot and the taste was hard to describe, but she liked it.
    			
    			Preston's balls weren't that impressive and he blew little more
    			
    			then a table spoon's worth, but Pamela just clamped her lips
    			
    			around his shaft and sucked every bit out of him that she could.
    			
    			Pamela felt his dick's pulse between her lips and with each
    			
    			pulse, his penis seemed to shrink a little. I should have taken
    			
    			Scott up on his offer, she thought, remembering the large load of
    			
    			sperm that had struck the car seat. That would have been tasty.
    			
    			No, she hated Scott and despised Preston, she remembered, letting
    			
    			Preston's dick plop out of her mouth. "I gotta go," she said,
    			
    			standing.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Preston stared at her boobs. "I can go again. Just give me two
    			
    			hours to recharge."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No. I'm going back to my room. Alone."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Please Alahandra, spend the night with me," he practically
    			
    			begged.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela rolled her eyes. Alahandra the Elven mage was her old D&D
    			
    			character. "Preston, I'm a married woman. I love my husband and
    			
    			we're trying to have a child together. It's not going to happen."
    			
    			She adjusted her top once again over her braless chest.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Preston looked crestfallen. "How about another blow job then.
    			
    			Maybe in the morning?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Maybe at our fiftieth reunion," said Pam, letting herself out of
    			
    			his room. "Good night."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela was horny as hell. She was drunk and stoned and overcome
    			
    			with strange feelings. She'd just realized she liked sucking men
    			
    			off even someone as unattractive as Preston. Her nipples were
    			
    			hard and sensitive rubbing against the material of her top. Her
    			
    			revenge wasn't going as planned. She'd actually performed sexual
    			
    			favors for two men she hated and she'd enjoyed it. Clearly I must
    			
    			have a slutty side I didn't know about, she thought.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam got back to her room, letting herself in. After going to the
    			
    			bathroom she stripped off her clothes and laid on top of the bed.
    			
    			She touched her nipples and moaned as she pinched them. They were
    			
    			extremely sensitive and so erect, they hurt a little. Pamela's
    			
    			hand left one breast and slid down her already undulating belly.
    			
    			She hadn't done this much, but it was the only way she'd ever cum
    			
    			and she wanted to cum now more then anything else. Her fingers
    			
    			slipped through her the red wisps of her pubic hair. Her index
    			
    			finger found her clit and gently circled it a little. Pamela
    			
    			moaned and slipped the finger inside her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The phone rang.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela's removed her finger as she jumped in fear. Her arm flew
    			
    			across her breasts and her hand came down to cover her crotch
    			
    			reacting as if someone were in the room. She'd only calmed down a
    			
    			little when the phone rang again. Pamela reached over and picked
    			
    			it up off the receiver. "Hello?" she asked, tentatively.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Pamela?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Yes."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"It's Harlan."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh hi."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I've been looking everywhere for you. Still want to go to the
    			
    			after party?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I don't know, Harlan. I`m in my room all relaxed now."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Aw come on. It's not even midnight yet."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Alright, I guess so." Pamela had never been invited to a party
    			
    			back in high school and being invited now, gave her a little
    			
    			thrill.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"We were hoping we could use your room seeing as how you're alone
    			
    			and all."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela paused. "I don't think that would be appropriate. Why
    			
    			can't we just hit the hotel bar?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"They're closing soon," said Harlan's voice in the phone. "Hey! I
    			
    			got an idea. Did you pack a bikini?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Actually I did," she replied, knowing the hotel had an indoor
    			
    			pool and swimming was big on her workout agenda.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"The pool here has a large Jacuzzi. I'll tell everyone to meet
    			
    			there. Give me twenty minutes."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela paused as she thought this through. Her bikini was
    			
    			scandalously small. The top didn't cover even half of her large
    			
    			breasts area and the bottom was a skimpy thong. The thought of
    			
    			her classmates seeing her in that outfit sent a shiver down her
    			
    			spine. The men would stare at her and their wives would stare
    			
    			jealously at their men. "I'll see you then."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela quickly dressed in her bikini. It was her favorite color,
    			
    			green. She looked super hot in it and Richard kept a photo of her
    			
    			wearing it on the beach in the Bahamas on his desk at work. Her
    			
    			nipples appeared uninterested in going down and she didn't like
    			
    			the way they poked out through the top. The material hugged each
    			
    			nipple and her areola were visible underneath the top. She kept
    			
    			her feet bare and wrapped her body up in a hotel robe.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela exited her room and walked barefoot to the elevator. She
    			
    			got off in the lobby and had a pretty good view of the hotel bar.
    			
    			It was crowded and looked like her entire graduating class was in
    			
    			there. She even saw Keisha, Gage's chubby wife, and some other
    			
    			black women talking. She didn't think there'd be anyone left in
    			
    			her class to hang out with in the Jacuzzi and she nearly turned
    			
    			around. The black desk clerk nodded at her when she passed. When
    			
    			she entered the pool area it was largely dark, but the lights in
    			
    			the Jacuzzi section were on. A sign read that the pool had closed
    			
    			two hours ago at ten o'clock. Two men were in the Jacuzzi, Harlan
    			
    			and Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Where's the rest of the class?" she asked, stepping up to the
    			
    			hot tub.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"They didn't seem interested," said Harlan. "Get in."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela stared at the two black men. Her daddy would have shit a
    			
    			brick if he ever knew she was even considering sitting in a hot
    			
    			tub with two black men. Richard was a little racist too. She'd
    			
    			didn't like the idea of sitting in the same water as two black
    			
    			men, but she'd swam in the gym's pool with blacks before, but
    			
    			they hadn't been this close to her. She hated these two and
    			
    			figured that teasing them a bit wouldn't be as risky as teasing
    			
    			Scott or Preston. Maybe Keisha and Gage's wife would come to
    			
    			retrieve their husband's and see them flirting with Pam. That
    			
    			would sure piss Keisha off.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela dropped the robe.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan smirked and let his eyes run up and down her body. Gage
    			
    			was staring pretty hard too, right at her erect nipples. Pam
    			
    			slowly stepped into the Jacuzzi as far from the black men as she
    			
    			could get. Luckily, it was designed for a lot of people. Pamela
    			
    			sighed as she sank into the hot water and powerful jets of water
    			
    			began spraying her body. The waterline cut her breasts in half
    			
    			right at the nipple area. She sighed again and sat back which had
    			
    			her nipples sticking out of the water.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Here, have a beer," said Gage. He had a couple six packs beside
    			
    			him. He and Harlan already had two in their hands.  She took the
    			
    			can Gage offered her and took a deep drink. The heat in the tub
    			
    			was making her thirsty.
    			
    			 
    			
    			She watched Harlan reach over to his shirt which was laying
    			
    			nearby and retrieve something. It was another joint. He picked up
    			
    			a lighter and lit the end of the joint, taking several puffs.
    			
    			Harlan stood enough that she could see his hard muscular chest
    			
    			and he held out the joint to her. She took it and inhaled a few
    			
    			puffs before reaching out to pass it to Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam stared at the two men. Gage and Harlan were both very black,
    			
    			not brown like lots of African Americans. Harlan was the darker
    			
    			of the two, almost Pam's opposite in that she was a pale white as
    			
    			he was dark black. Gage only looked lighter next to Harlan. Gage
    			
    			was big, really big. She put him at about three hundred pounds.
    			
    			Harlan was so fit and muscular, he probably worked out as much as
    			
    			she did.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Gage passed her the joint instead of giving it to Harlan. She
    			
    			took a puff and handed it to Harlan. He gave it back to her. Pam
    			
    			felt her head spinning as she took a long drag. She held it out
    			
    			to Gage, but he shook his head declining it. She took another
    			
    			drag and shared the rest of it with Harlan. Pam relaxed again and
    			
    			found herself just staring off into space.  She shook her head to
    			
    			clear it. "I'm no expert, but that appears to be good stuff.
    			
    			Where'd you get it?""
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan chuckled. "The guy at the front desk, names Bodie. He's an
    			
    			old bro of mine. He's also letting us use the hot tub past
    			
    			hours." Harlan laughed again and glanced at the security camera
    			
    			pointed at the Jacuzzi. "I still can't get over how great you
    			
    			look, Porci."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Why thank you, Harlan."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Gage, you know Doctor Barnes?" asked Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Nope," said Gage, a man of few words.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Plastic surgeon, office on Fennimore Street. That's Pam here's
    			
    			husband."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You don't say."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"He's the one that made her boobs look so good."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Lifted them only," injected Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Pam here swears they're real," laughed Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"They look fake to me," said Gage nodding, sagely.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"They are all mine," said Pam, getting frustrated.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"It's nothing to be ashamed of Pam," said Harlan. "I love fake
    			
    			breasts."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Ugghnnh!" she growled in frustration. Pam slid forwards toward
    			
    			Harlan. "Give me your hand," she ordered. When the large black
    			
    			man presented his hand, she placed his palm over the right breast
    			
    			of her bikini top. "Squeeze them."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Gladly." Harlan squeezed her breast.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Satisfied? You can stop now." Pam looked down at the muscular
    			
    			black arm and the hand gently squeezing her breast.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No, I'm not satisfied," replied Harlan, still squeezing. "Gage,
    			
    			grab the other one and tell me what you think."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela watched the fat black man move closer towards her in the
    			
    			Jacuzzi. His flabby black arm came up and squeezed her other
    			
    			breast.  "Well?" asked Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Feels real to me," replied Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Bull shit," said Harlan. "I can't be sure with the top on. Take
    			
    			your top off and let me try again."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That's enough," said Pam, finally pushing both men's hands of
    			
    			her tits. "I'm not taking my top off in front of you two."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I don't need to see them, just touch them. Turn around and I
    			
    			will squeeze them from behind."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam stood in the center of the hot tub and turned around. Harlan
    			
    			and Gage stared hungrily at her bare ass before Harlan stood up
    			
    			behind her. Pam reached behind her and lifted up her long red
    			
    			hair, the lower half was wet and darker. She moved it away from
    			
    			the nape of her neck.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I got that," said Harlan. He reached out to the knot just under
    			
    			her nape, tied around her neck and pulled the string loose.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Just a quick squeeze," said Pamela. "Nothing more."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure thing, babe," said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela looked down as two beefy black hands came up to cover her
    			
    			breasts. The contrast between his dark black hands and her pale
    			
    			breasts was amazing. He squeezed them tightly, then kneaded her
    			
    			fleshy globes. She watched as her hard nipples appeared between
    			
    			his fingers before he started pinching them. The contact with her
    			
    			pink nipples sent more spasms of arousal down to her pussy.
    			
    			"E-enough p-playing with the nipples, Harlan. What's the
    			
    			verdict?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Real," he sighed, still squeezing them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You can quit touching them now, please," said Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan released her breasts, but placed his hands on her hips.
    			
    			"How about this tight ass, is it real?" He pulled her back.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That's from yoga and some time at the gym... whoa!" Pamela
    			
    			quickly jumped forward as her ass came in contact with his
    			
    			crotch. She felt two little tugs on her hips as she pulled away.
    			
    			She turned in time to watch Harlan toss her bikini bottom well
    			
    			out of the Jacuzzi. Pamela quickly covered her red bush with her
    			
    			hand and sank down into the tub. Her bikini top was nowhere to be
    			
    			seen and her robe had somehow walked away. "What are you doing?"
    			
    			she asked, her eyes focusing on the enormous bulge right in front
    			
    			of them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan laughed. "Just messing with you.  I'll get your clothes
    			
    			when you're ready to go."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm ready now," said Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Nonsense. We still got beer left," injected Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Well I'm not sitting in here nude, while you have your clothes
    			
    			on," said Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Fair enough," said Harlan, sliding his bathing suit down.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That's not what I meant." Pam stared in awe as the giant black
    			
    			shaft revealed itself. "That's impossible," she muttered as
    			
    			Harlan's dark black cock sprang free. It was plump, nearly ten
    			
    			inches long and it wasn't completely hard.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What's impossible?" asked Harlan, grinning broadly. His white
    			
    			teeth shined brightly against his black skin.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Your... I mean... Just finding myself in this situation," she
    			
    			replied, confusedly.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Come on and join the party, Gage," said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Gage stood up. He was wearing white underwear and it appeared to
    			
    			contain a huge coiled black snake, partially visible through the
    			
    			wet fabric. He pulled it down and another giant black penis
    			
    			appeared to roll out of it. The tip looked funny. There was no
    			
    			helmeted head, just a bulging piece of skin. He wasn't as large
    			
    			as Harlan, but he wasn't as erect as Harlan either.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"So big," muttered a disbelieving Pam, eyes flickering between
    			
    			the two black cocks.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What's that?" asked Harlan. "I couldn't hear you." Harlan's cock
    			
    			suddenly extended another inch and rose a little until it was
    			
    			almost sticking straight out.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"It gets bigger!" said Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Gage, it looks like Pamela Porci's a little fascinated with our
    			
    			cocks," said Harlan. He took a step closer to Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I think you're right, Harl," grunted Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What's so fascinating about them, Pam?" asked Harlan, grinning.
    			
    			"They is just a pair of normal cocks."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"They're monsters!" said Pamela, loudly this time. She brought
    			
    			her voice back to normal. "Nothing normal about them. I've never
    			
    			seen a penis as big as yours, Harlan."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh," said Harlan wisely. "You've never seen a big black cock
    			
    			before. I meant they was normal for black men."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No wonder she thinks they is big, Harl," said Gage. "She's only
    			
    			seen little white pricks."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I don't believe it," said Pam, shaking her head. She half
    			
    			believed it was the marijuana making her hallucinate. She shook
    			
    			her head harder, but there was still a huge black cock pointed at
    			
    			her face when she stopped. She sank a little in the water and
    			
    			found herself staring at the underside which was crisscrossed by
    			
    			large blue-black veins. Her eyes focused, then widened on his
    			
    			testicles. They were as big as coconuts! Each black testicle was
    			
    			bigger then her husband's, Preston's, and even Scott's entire
    			
    			scrotum.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Touch it. It gets bigger," said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Can I?" Pam lifted one arm out of the water. She hesitated,
    			
    			holding it back. "I just want to see it at full size. I'm not
    			
    			gonna do anything but touch it. Understand?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure girl," said Harlan. "I didn't say you could do anything,
    			
    			but touch it. We're both married after all."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam reached out and gently touched the underside with just her
    			
    			fingertips. She yanked her hand back when the shaft swelled some
    			
    			more and then surged forward. It now stuck straight out and close
    			
    			to a foot long. "Jesus," she whispered.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"It's not gonna bite you, girl."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam nodded and put her hand back on it. This time she gripped the
    			
    			shaft. It was thicker then Scott's. Scott's filled her hand when
    			
    			she gripped it, but Harlan's left more then an inch gap between
    			
    			her thumb and fingers. She slid her hand up and down a little,
    			
    			gently stroking it. She kept her composure not wanting this to
    			
    			turn into another hand job. She did have a growing desire to see
    			
    			it shoot. One of Harlan's balls must produce more semen then
    			
    			Scott's entire load had. The big black cock had quit growing at
    			
    			around a foot and it now curved slightly upwards. The head was a
    			
    			big black plum and with each stroke of her hand, the urethra
    			
    			would open like it was breathing, but instead it was spitting out
    			
    			little spurts of fluid. She slowed her stroking aware that she
    			
    			had subconsciously picked up speed. Her wedding ring glistened on
    			
    			her finger as it moved up and down the shaft.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You know Gage," said Harlan. "Maybe Pam here can help us out
    			
    			with our little problem."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What problem's that?" asked Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Which one of us has the bigger cock, of course."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm pretty sure it's me," said Gage, coming closer.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Bull shit. It's always been me," said Harlan. "Pam, I'm making
    			
    			you the judge. Who's bigger me or fat boy?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam's free hand came up and grasped Gage's shaft while she
    			
    			continued stroking Harlan. Gage's cock was a fat, wrinkly black
    			
    			salami. It was still hanging down, but quickly stiffened at her
    			
    			touch. Soon it stuck straight out. It was hard to judge the
    			
    			length with his belly draped over the root and hiding his pubic
    			
    			hair. His balls were the same size as Harlan's. His urethra
    			
    			peeked out of the flab of skin. It too was spurting little drops
    			
    			of fluid. Pam moved her hand closer to the head and was surprised
    			
    			to see that she was now pulling the foreskin down each time her
    			
    			hand slid to the base revealing his huge cock head. "I think
    			
    			Harlan's bigger," she said.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Fuck yes," said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"But Gage's thicker and I think the head is bigger, though it
    			
    			could be his foreskin."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Naw," said Gage. "Mine gets bigger. Try licking the head. You
    			
    			don't have to give me a blow job or nothing."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam wasn't thinking straight as she moved her head towards Gage's
    			
    			cock head. She stuck her tongue out, pulled the foreskin back,
    			
    			and licked her tongue over the head. She immediately felt her
    			
    			pussy spasm and squirt. She started pushing her crotch down
    			
    			against the underwater seat in the tub.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"There it's bigger," said Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela slid her tongue right over the urethra, to lap up the
    			
    			leaking fluid. She paused and said, "Looks the same to me."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No fair," said Harlan. "Lick mine too and see if it gets any
    			
    			bigger.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela moved her head to Harlan's cock and ran her tongue all
    			
    			over the bulbous head. His cock head actually did seem to swell
    			
    			up a little. "No noticeable difference," she said. "I think
    			
    			they're maxed out."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I know I've seen mine bigger," said Harlan. "Try taking the head
    			
    			in your mouth and bob it a little like you is gonna give me a
    			
    			blow job."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela felt a shiver go down her spine. This was only pretend.
    			
    			Make him think he was about to get a blow job just to trick his
    			
    			cock into growing some more. Pam opened her mouth wide and let
    			
    			the head enter her mouth. The huge size of his cock head gave her
    			
    			some problems, but she tried her best, bobbing her head and
    			
    			running her tongue all over it. She found herself bobbing her
    			
    			head deeper as his cock reached her throat and she began to
    			
    			swallow it. Preston's prick had reached her uvula when she had
    			
    			sucked him, but Harlan's cock was crushing her uvula to the roof
    			
    			of her mouth as she sucked him deeper. Pam wanted to choke as his
    			
    			cock slid deeper and deeper. She was rushing this, afraid he
    			
    			would stop her. Harlan hadn't given her permission to suck more
    			
    			then the head, but now Pamela wanted to take it all or at least
    			
    			try. Luckily, he didn't seem in a hurry to stop her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela found herself sucking more then half his cock. It was well
    			
    			past her tonsils now. The head slid up and down her esophagus.
    			
    			Her eyes were squeezed shut and were tearing up as she fought not
    			
    			to choke. Slowly she got used to the large invader in her throat
    			
    			and mouth. She relaxed some and kept swallowing. Soon her nose
    			
    			pressed into his pubic hair and Pamela was filled with pride as
    			
    			having swallowed it all.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela began bobbing her head as rapidly as she could. She was
    			
    			filled with a sense of euphoria as she sucked the giant cock. Her
    			
    			throat drummed with each rhythmic beat of his pulse. She loved
    			
    			this man so much, she'd loved him for twenty years. I'm so happy
    			
    			sucking your cock for you, lover, she thought. Pamela opened her
    			
    			eyes and looked lovingly up at Harlan. Her eyes widened when she
    			
    			realized who it was she was sucking. She didn't love this man,
    			
    			she hated him. He was looking down at her a little contemptuously
    			
    			with a smirk on his face. Yech, she thought. I'm sucking off a
    			
    			black man and one of my tormentors at that. He does have a nice
    			
    			body though. She looked up his flat stomach and abdominals to his
    			
    			ripped chest. Her hand came up to knead his balls while she
    			
    			continued sucking and staring up his chest. Why are you doing
    			
    			this, Pam? Just the sight of his huge cock had you practically
    			
    			drooling to get it in your mouth. You should stop right now,
    			
    			return to your room, and call your husband. Pam shook her head
    			
    			with his cock down her throat. I'm not stopping. I love sucking
    			
    			cock. I want to taste him. I bet he has lots of hot cum for me.
    			
    			You slut, she thought to herself. First Preston and now Harlan.
    			
    			Why'd she like sucking cock so much?
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam had just noticed that Harlan's cock was getting bigger when
    			
    			he suddenly grabbed her head and buried her nose in his pubic
    			
    			hair. "Oh god," he grunted as his cock jerked in her throat.
    			
    			Pam's belly felt full after the first spasm. She didn't like
    			
    			this. She couldn't taste him. She pulled back when he relaxed,
    			
    			letting his cock slide up her esophagus. When his cock spasmed a
    			
    			second time, hot cum was striking her throat and flowing down
    			
    			into her belly. When it spasmed a third time, the head was in her
    			
    			mouth and his cum filled her up until her cheeks bulged out and
    			
    			she worried she might spit it out of her mouth. Pam swallowed his
    			
    			sperm while skillfully stroking his shaft, milking it for every
    			
    			drop. It was as good as she imagined, his sperm was hot and rich
    			
    			as it filled her mouth a second time. She swallowed in time for
    			
    			the next load, but it wasn't enough to fill her mouth. It kept
    			
    			squirting, five more times and even then it kept leaking after
    			
    			that. She held her tongue out under it to catch the dribbling
    			
    			sperm. The bastard dribbles as much as Richard's entire orgasm.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That was great," said Harlan, pulling back. "You know your way
    			
    			around a cock."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Thanks, I guess," replied Pamela, wiping the back of her hand
    			
    			across her face.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Now go take care of fatboy over there."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela glanced over at Gage. He was sitting on the edge of the
    			
    			hot tub slowly stroking his enormous dick. She'd forgotten about
    			
    			him. Pamela stood up and let the men openly stare at her nude
    			
    			body before taking a few steps to kneel before Gage. Pam grabbed
    			
    			the base of his cock and took him in her mouth. Yeah, he was
    			
    			thicker then Harlan, but she noticed no difference as she took
    			
    			his cock deep down her throat. Pam was soon filled with the same
    			
    			sense of pleasure and love she felt with Harlan and Preston. She
    			
    			looked up at Gage hoping his obesity and unattractive visage
    			
    			would make the feeling go away, but they didn't. She loved
    			
    			sucking his cock as much as Harlan's or Preston's. This was the
    			
    			man that had come up with the Porci Pig nickname that had dogged
    			
    			her throughout high school and all she could think about was
    			
    			getting him to cum in her mouth.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam found that she had to stand to suck him off while he sat on
    			
    			the edge of the Jacuzzi. She was bent over at the waist, her legs
    			
    			spread, and ass above the water. She felt hands on her hips just
    			
    			as she managed to deep throat Gage. She rapidly pulled back as a
    			
    			large round knob pushed against her wet labia. Gage's cock
    			
    			cleared her mouth just as the big knob pushed harder. "What the
    			
    			hell are you doing?" she asked, a little pissed she'd been
    			
    			interrupting.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan started running his cock head up and down her wet slit.
    			
    			His cock was fully rejuvenated. "Just thought I might put it in
    			
    			and fuck you a little."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam felt a tremendous shudder run through her body. That sounded
    			
    			like a great idea, just what her pussy needed. Her mind beat out
    			
    			her body's lust. "Harlan, you know we can't do that. We're both
    			
    			married and you know I'm trying to have a baby."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I gotta fuck that tight white pussy of yours, Pamela. Just let
    			
    			me put a little bit in? Just imagine how good this thing will
    			
    			feel inside you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela shuddered again. She knew full well that it would feel
    			
    			good, but she couldn't risk fucking Harlan of all people. Unless,
    			
    			maybe, just maybe, he had a condom. No! Pam what are you
    			
    			thinking. You can't fuck Harlan. He's black! What if he
    			
    			impregnates you? Stop it girl, you're not that big of a slut.
    			
    			Now's your chance to tease him. Tell the jerk off. Pamela was in
    			
    			the same position, but her thighs were clenched as Harlan tried
    			
    			to work his cock around her slit. She was slowly stroking Gage`s
    			
    			cock, wanting desperately to get back to sucking it. Tell him off
    			
    			Pam, she thought. Responses came to mind quickly. Never. In your
    			
    			dreams, asshole. When hell freezes over. When pigs fly. She liked
    			
    			the last one as it would remind them of the nickname they had
    			
    			bestowed upon her. "Alright Harlan," she said, trying to look
    			
    			over her shoulder. "You can fuck me, when pigs... Aaarh! What are
    			
    			you doing?" His cock head had thrust forwards inside her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You just told me to fuck you," growled Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No! I was... Oh my god! It's so big. Never felt like this. It's
    			
    			making me... CUM!" Pam found herself pushing back into his
    			
    			thrusting cock as she had her first orgasm from vaginal
    			
    			intercourse and it felt really good. She didn't even think a
    			
    			third of his big cock was inside her when she came. She'd taken
    			
    			about half his shaft when she quit cumming, but a second orgasm
    			
    			came quickly on the heels of the first. A third orgasm followed
    			
    			that one as the head forced it`s way even deeper. The last orgasm
    			
    			was so big, Pamela nearly passed out. When she recovered, her
    			
    			pussy felt completely stuffed with cock. Harlan was slowly
    			
    			withdrawing his shaft and pushing it back in. His balls were
    			
    			slapping her thighs and she knew she had taken the entire thing.
    			
    			Her torso was laying on Gage. At some point she had released his
    			
    			cock and it was now trapped between her large breasts. She
    			
    			dazedly looked down at his cock head sliding in and out of her
    			
    			breasts like a black moray eel emerging from a hole in coral. She
    			
    			looked up at Gage. "He's fucking me, Gage. He's fucking me with
    			
    			that big cock of his."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Gage stared back at her. "No, he's fucking you with that big
    			
    			BLACK cock of his."
    			
    			 
    			
    			It is black, thought Pam just as another orgasm had her pussy
    			
    			squeezing down around his cock. "He's fucking me with his big
    			
    			black cock," she said.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Gage nodded, sagely. "Now there's another black cock that needs
    			
    			to get sucked."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela nodded. She pushed back off Gage and bent her head down to
    			
    			take his cock in her mouth. The next moment a powerful thrust
    			
    			from Harlan pushed her forward so fast, half of Gage's cock went
    			
    			down her throat. Her lips quickly touched Gage's pubes as Harlan
    			
    			kept his powerful thrusts coming. Pamela had another orgasm that
    			
    			nearly made her choke on Gage's cock. The next chance she got,
    			
    			Pam pulled back far enough for Gage's cock to spring free just so
    			
    			she could catch her breath.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Slow down and let her suck me off, Harl," said Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Go ahead and finish my boy off, slut," ordered Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela's pussy clamped down over Harlan's shaft and she came
    			
    			again when he called her slut, though she didn't like being
    			
    			called that. Harlan kept his cock buried in her pussy and Pam
    			
    			swore the head must have passed through her cervix and right into
    			
    			her womb. He held it still, but every now and then he'd flex it,
    			
    			the movement sending a tremor through her body. Pam turned her
    			
    			attention to Gage and began sucking his cock. He was thicker then
    			
    			Harlan, but she found it was getting easier. Soon she was rapidly
    			
    			deep throating him. She found she loved sucking Gage off as much
    			
    			as she had Harlan, but she was hurrying to get back to fucking
    			
    			Harlan. No wonder Harlan thought she was a slut.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Soon Gage's cock swelled and Pam pulled back just in time to get
    			
    			a mouthful of hot semen on his first ejaculate. She kept her
    			
    			mouth clamped over the head and stroked his shaft with her hand
    			
    			as wad after wad filled her mouth. He was as tasty as Harlan. She
    			
    			pulled back the foreskin and licked the head clean before
    			
    			entirely releasing his cock. "Alright Harlan, it's time to fuck
    			
    			me hard with that big black cock," she said, bracing herself
    			
    			against Gage. Instead, Harlan withdrew his entire cock. "Oh no,
    			
    			what's wrong?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Come mount me." Harlan sat down on the submerged bench, but a
    			
    			good five inches of his cock stuck upwards out of the water.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela walked over to him, straddled his lap, and guided his cock
    			
    			back inside her pussy. Pam slowly lowered herself. There was a
    			
    			moments pain past a certain point and Pam realized, it really was
    			
    			past her cervix and in her womb. That jolted her back to reality.
    			
    			"Remember, you can't cum in me," she said. The black man had four
    			
    			kids and certainly didn't have a low sperm count.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I remember," said Harlan. "Now let me suck on these big white
    			
    			titties." Pamela arched her back so that her breasts thrust
    			
    			upwards. "Dayumn," said the black man, squeezing and feeling
    			
    			them. "These are perfect, milky white, pink swollen nipples,
    			
    			fucking lovely." He pinched her nipples and was rewarded by a
    			
    			moan from Pamela. "Time to ride me, bitch."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela began bouncing in his lap while Harlan played with her
    			
    			tits. He'd suck her entire nipple into her mouth or flick his
    			
    			tongue rapidly over her erect nipple. In the meantime, his hand
    			
    			was always working on her other nipple, pinching it, gently
    			
    			tugging on it, or twirling it. The contact was driving her wild.
    			
    			Pamela would pick up speed as she approached orgasm, then she'd
    			
    			push up until just the head was in her and cum as she slowly sank
    			
    			down his shaft. Once, the orgasm was so big, her legs gave out
    			
    			and she slammed down on his cock.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I love these tits," growled Harlan, still playing with them.
    			
    			"Fuck! I love your hot body, Porci, tight white pussy, and that
    			
    			fine ass." He softly spanked one cheek.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I love fucking your big black cock, Harlan," moaned Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Better then Dr. Barnes?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I shouldn't say it, but yes, I love your cock more then my
    			
    			husband's. It's so big and hard."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"This white pussy belongs to me from now on." Harlan spanked her
    			
    			ass again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him,
    			
    			but he pulled back with a look of distaste on his face. "I love
    			
    			fucking your big black cock," she said in his ear. "I love
    			
    			sucking you, swallowing your cum."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Getting close," grunted Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I love your black cock," yelled a gasping Pamela. "Gonna cum
    			
    			again," she said softer this time. "I love your black cock,
    			
    			fucking me so good.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Better slow down or you're gonna get a womb full of sperm."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm really close," she squealed. "Hold on lover, let me cum
    			
    			again."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Can't hold back," grunted Harlan. "Here it cums."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Not yet, lover. "I love your black cock. I love your cock."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Get off!" Harlan tried to lift her off his cock, but Pamela
    			
    			slammed down and screamed. "Shit! I'm cumming!" Biology took over
    			
    			and Harlan grabbed her hips and thrust up as he came.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I love your co... cumming!" Pamela started thrashing. "I love
    			
    			it. I love you. I love you," she cried, as jet after jet of hot
    			
    			seed shot into her contracting womb. She'd never felt anything
    			
    			remotely like this and her orgasm was huge.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan moved his hands from her hips and up to her back. He
    			
    			buried his face in her breasts and held her tightly as they both
    			
    			came down from their simultaneous orgasms. Pam sat frozen, still
    			
    			loving the twitching cock that was buried in her, but she was
    			
    			filled with self doubt. She'd just told this asshole, she loved
    			
    			him. Why was she having feelings for any guy she was with
    			
    			sexually in some way? Feelings of love had filled her sucking
    			
    			Preston's little cock. Maybe she really was a slut? Maybe she was
    			
    			just reacting to the best sex of her life? Her last orgasm sure
    			
    			had been gigantic when he came in... "You jerk!," she screamed
    			
    			jumping off him. "You came in me!" His cock plopped out and sperm
    			
    			began leaking out of her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You wouldn't get off me," said Harlan, holding up his hands in
    			
    			surrender.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I told you not to cum in me." Pamela stood in the center of the
    			
    			tub and tried to force more of his sperm out of her pussy by
    			
    			squeezing her vaginal muscles and pushing outwards like a woman
    			
    			giving birth. She was rewarded as large white globs of the stuff
    			
    			fell into the water, but most of it was trapped behind her now
    			
    			closed cervix. "You might have impregnated me, you asshole!"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I tried to get you off, but you fought me. Do you think I want
    			
    			another brat, you crazy bitch."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"He's right," said Gage, grabbing her shoulder and turning her
    			
    			around. "He tried to stop you, but you were goin all crazy gettin
    			
    			off on his cock."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela looked down at Gage's reinvigorated cock. He sat down on
    			
    			the bench as she followed straddling his legs. She stood there
    			
    			dazed, so Gage took over and pulled her down over his shaft.
    			
    			"Yes," she moaned as she sank down into his lap. "You're so big
    			
    			and thick, Gage."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"True," he said, "but what about my cock?" Gage chuckled.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I love it," she purred beginning to ride his shaft. Gage bent
    			
    			down and took one nipple in his mouth. "Ohmygod, I'm gonna cum
    			
    			again."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Work that pussy slut," said Gage while Pam thrashed around on
    			
    			his cock while she came. "Squeeze that big black cock with yo
    			
    			pussy. Now ride me fast, no faster."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Damn!" said Harlan watching the action. His cock was growing
    			
    			again. He watched as Gage grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them
    			
    			apart as he lifted her up and down his cock. Harlan spit in his
    			
    			hand and worked it around his fully hard cock, lubricating it. He
    			
    			walked over behind Pamela. He looked at her tight sphincter.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam felt something long and hard smack her back and then slide
    			
    			down her ass. When the end reached her anus, it started pressing
    			
    			hard against it. She reflexively pulled away from it, sliding up
    			
    			Gage's cock. "Hey!" she said. "What are you doing?" Pam looked
    			
    			over her shoulders.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I gotta fuck me that white ass," said Harlan, pushing harder.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Ow!," grunted Pam. "That thing will rip me in two. I've never
    			
    			been fucked back there before."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I can tell," he said, watching as her sphincter opened and
    			
    			stretched wide around his cock head.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Ow! Oh god! I don't think that's a good idea," said Pamela,
    			
    			scrunching her face to fight the pain.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Agh, there it is," said Harlan as the head of his cock slipped
    			
    			inside her ass. "You're right, Porci. It's not a good idea.
    			
    			Keisha's gonna be expecting a good fucking when she gets back to
    			
    			our room and this is about gonna tap me out. Your tight white ass
    			
    			just looked too inviting to pass up."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"He's fucking my ass, Gage," whispered Pamela, as Harlan's soft
    			
    			thrusts pushed her into the fat black man.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Gage looked a little disgusted. "Gawd dammit, Harlan, can't I
    			
    			have some fun with her just once without you joining in?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Fuck you, Gage. You didn't even want to do this sexy slut, Mr.
    			
    			Faithful-to-my-wife. This slut belongs to me now." Harlan was
    			
    			working about half his cock in and out of her ass now.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Too much," cried Pam. Both their big cocks were fighting for
    			
    			space inside her crotch. "I'm so stuffed." Pamela was ready to
    			
    			order Harlan to pull out when his cock slipped even deeper up her
    			
    			ass and the thrust pushed her pussy down hard on Gage's cock. Her
    			
    			orgasm caught her off guard and she nearly passed out. When she
    			
    			came to her senses, both men had developed a rhythm to fucking
    			
    			her, alternating thrusts and occasionally shoving them both in
    			
    			her together. "Oh god, fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy. I love your
    			
    			big black cocks. I love you both so much. Cumming again!"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Getting close too," growled Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela was groggy, but new she shouldn't risk another load of
    			
    			black sperm in her pussy.  "You gotta pull out," she grunted.
    			
    			Harlan had grabbed her hips and was fucking her ass for all he
    			
    			was worth.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Shit! Can't hold it," said Gage, "Harlan stop and let her get
    			
    			off me."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Not yet, about to fill that ass with cum." Harlan thrust
    			
    			forward, shoving nearly three quarters of his cock in her ass.
    			
    			His cock jerked and shot a load of sperm deep in her bowels.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam felt the cock in her pussy jerk. More hot black seed filled
    			
    			her womb. Having two giant black cocks pumping sperm in her ass
    			
    			and womb sent Pamela over the edge again. This orgasm went off
    			
    			like a series of firecrackers. Pop! Pop! Pop!. Pamela collapsed
    			
    			onto Gage exhausted.
    			
    			 
    			
    			When she came to, she was sitting naked in the hot tub, legs
    			
    			spread, arms thrown out, and her head resting back against the
    			
    			edge. Both black men were pulling their shots back on. Harlan had
    			
    			a white hotel robe and Gage had brought sweat pants and a tee
    			
    			shirt. "You assholes just gonna leave me here?" she asked.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I was gonna wake you up, Porci," said Harlan. "Gotta treat my
    			
    			pussy right if I'm gonna keep fucking it."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam shook her head and climbed out of the tub to find her bikini.
    			
    			"This was fun guys, but it's a one time thing. We're all
    			
    			married."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Agreed," said Gage.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"We'll see," laughed Harlan. "I ain't kidding when I say that
    			
    			pussy's mine now."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No Harlan, this pussy, this body, my heart and soul belong to my
    			
    			husband. Lets just hope neither of you knocked me up and we'll
    			
    			just say that whatever happens at reunion stays at reunion."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Both black men left and headed for the elevator. She didn't want
    			
    			to be seen with them, so she waited for the next one. Luckily,
    			
    			she rode up to her floor alone. The thin material of her bikini
    			
    			covering her crotch wasn't enough to hold both black men's sperm
    			
    			in. Liquefied semen was running down her thighs by the time the
    			
    			elevator dinged on her floor. Nor did she get it all out when she
    			
    			sat on the toilet for thirty minutes. Nor did she get it all out
    			
    			when she took a long hot shower.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela threw her nude body on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
    			
    			She felt so guilty cheating on Richard, that she felt she'd never
    			
    			fall asleep. Still, she had no regrets, the sex had been
    			
    			fantastic. She'd certainly discovered she had a slutty side that
    			
    			she hadn't known about. It worried her a little and she knew that
    			
    			sex with Richard would leave her unsatisfied from now on. If she
    			
    			was ever satisfied with him to begin with. She'd just have to
    			
    			fake it and as long as she wasn't pregnant things would be
    			
    			alright. She really did love him. The night's events had left her
    			
    			exhausted and Pamela fell asleep more quickly then she thought
    			
    			she would.
    			
    			 
    			
    			*****************
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela awoke to a pounding on her door. She assumed it was
    			
    			housekeeping and couldn't remember if she had put up the "do not
    			
    			disturb" sign. She threw the hotel robe on from last night and
    			
    			opened the door. Harlan burst in.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"We gotta hurry," said Harlan, pulling a tee shirt off over his
    			
    			head.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What do you mean?" asked Pamela stepping away from him, her eyes
    			
    			flickering down over his bare muscular chest.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan stooped and yanked his sweat pants down. His cock sprang
    			
    			up, already at half mast and rising. "Keisha's down at breakfast.
    			
    			We don't have long."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam felt a thrill of lust go through her body when she saw his
    			
    			beautiful black cock again. She didn't resist when he yanked her
    			
    			robe open or lifted her in his arms and threw her on the bed.
    			
    			Soon he was rubbing the tip of his cock up her already soaked
    			
    			slit and pushing his shaft in deep. He ended up cupping her legs
    			
    			under his arms and pounding her to multiple orgasms with the hard
    			
    			thrusts of his cock.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Getting close," growled Harlan, "Want me to pull out? I can cum
    			
    			on your tits or in your mouth?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No," she moaned. "One more time. Cum in my pussy." Pam lifted
    			
    			her crotch in to his thrusting cock and soon felt him filling her
    			
    			womb with another load of sperm. "It feels so good."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan quickly pulled his cock out of her filled pussy and still
    			
    			shot a strand of sperm across her red pubic hair. He squeezed a
    			
    			few more drops out. "Gotta go," he said. Harlan quickly got
    			
    			dressed. "Next time, we can spend the whole day fucking." He
    			
    			opened the door.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That sounds great," moaned Pamela, stretching. "Wait! There
    			
    			won't be a next time," she said, but he had already left.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela soon discovered that her morning wasn't quite over. She
    			
    			took a long morning shower, trying to get Harlan's sperm out of
    			
    			her. She dried herself off and walked out nude into her room. She
    			
    			froze in fear when she realized she wasn't alone. A nude black
    			
    			man was laying on her bed holding an incredibly big black cock in
    			
    			his hand. It was completely hard, as long as Harlan's and as
    			
    			thick as Gage's. Magnificent. He was circumcised and the shaft
    			
    			was capped by a long serpentine cock head. "Just what do you
    			
    			think you are doing?" she asked, staring at his cock.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Come to get me some of what my two brothers got last night,"
    			
    			said the man. "I watched you with Harlan and Gage for two hours
    			
    			on the monitors. Made me a little DVD of it to show some people,
    			
    			if you get my meaning."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela walked around the bed, making no attempt to cover her nude
    			
    			body. "Bodie right?" she asked and the man nodded. She'd smoked a
    			
    			joint with him in the alley and he'd provided Harlan with the
    			
    			pot. He was the pervert working the front desk last night which
    			
    			explained how he`d gotten in her room. "Harlan tell you this was
    			
    			alright?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No," said Bodie, "He doesn't know I'm here."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela climbed on the bed between his legs and wrapped her
    			
    			fingers around the massive black cock. "So I take it you're
    			
    			blackmailing me?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No," lied Bodie, fully intending to blackmail her if she refused
    			
    			to fuck him, but he saw the look of lust in her eyes while she
    			
    			slowly stroked his cock. "I saw what a slut you were on the
    			
    			monitors and thought you might be hungry for some more dark
    			
    			meat." He waited a few seconds while she hesitated. Then his cock
    			
    			head was in her mouth.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela paused sucking him long enough to say, "Just a blow job,
    			
    			understand? That's all." Bodie nodded and she went back to
    			
    			sucking him.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Bodie laid back on the bed with his hands under his head. Soon
    			
    			the hot red headed chick was sucking his cock so fast, he thought
    			
    			she might suck the black off of it. "Slut, you are one born cock
    			
    			sucker," he growled.
    			
    			 
    			
    			His words had Pamela's pussy dripping. She was loving this. Her
    			
    			slutty feelings were as strong with this complete stranger as
    			
    			they were with Harlan or Gage. She almost wished he was
    			
    			blackmailing her and would force her to fuck and suck him for
    			
    			days and then maybe he'd bring friends. She felt him lean up and
    			
    			tug on her arm. "What?" she asked. Bodie pulled her up his body
    			
    			and soon she was lowering herself over his cock, breaking her
    			
    			promise of just a few minutes early. Soon she was riding him and
    			
    			her cum was soaking his balls while he played her big breasts.
    			
    			Pamela wasn't completely gone. She knew she shouldn't risk
    			
    			another man cumming in her. "Tell me when you're about to cum"
    			
    			she grunted.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Bodie played with her tits while she rode him hard for another
    			
    			ten minutes. "I'm about to cum," he suddenly said, grabbing her
    			
    			waist and pulling her down into his thrusting cock as sperm
    			
    			filled her womb.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela had one final huge orgasm as he pumped her full of sperm
    			
    			and she forgave him for not pulling out. Bodie rolled her off him
    			
    			after he'd quit cumming. "Love to stay and get to know that pussy
    			
    			better, but it's been a long night," he said.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"And I've got a flight to catch." Pam sat up and went to take yet
    			
    			another shower.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam finished her shower and peeked out the door almost expecting
    			
    			to see another black man in her room. It was empty and she sighed
    			
    			with relief, but was also a little disappointed. "So ends my
    			
    			fun," she said, out loud. "No more fooling around for me." She
    			
    			giggled. "At least until my next reunion."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Four hours later just off the coast of North Carolina, Harlan was
    			
    			emptying his balls in her belly. He'd wanted to join the mile
    			
    			high club, but the airplane's bathroom was too narrow. Pamela was
    			
    			forced to sit on the toilet and suck Harlan off while he stood in
    			
    			front of her. Harlan was sitting many aisles in front of her.
    			
    			He'd told Keisha, he had the runs and would be in the rear
    			
    			bathroom for awhile. He'd grabbed Pam's arm as he passed her.
    			
    			Fifteen minutes later, Pam was milking his long cock towards her
    			
    			face as she tried to drain every drop from the long black shaft.
    			
    			"This is the last time, Harlan," she said, licking her lips.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela was wrong again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Thursday, four days after the plane landed, Pamela awoke to her
    			
    			doorbell ringing. Richard was long gone to work and having
    			
    			nothing to do, Pam usually slept in before reading a few hours.
    			
    			She looked out her bedroom window and saw a garbage truck parked
    			
    			at the end of her street. Richard must have forgotten to pay the
    			
    			bill, she thought.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam pulled a robe on over her nude body and ran down the stairs.
    			
    			She tied her belt tightly at the door and pulled it open.
    			
    			Harlan's hand came out and pulled her belt off. "But..," she
    			
    			stuttered.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Doing a route evaluation," said Harlan. He was wearing a suit.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela stepped backwards as Harlan entered her house. He pulled
    			
    			her robe open and pushed it off her shoulders. Her horny pussy
    			
    			started gushing. "We can't."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure we can," said Harlan. "Dr. Barnes is at work until 5:00."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh no," she said, watching two black men in garbage overalls
    			
    			enter her house behind Harlan. They shut the door behind them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The two garbage men reached out and toyed with her breasts while
    			
    			Harlan pulled his tie off and removed his hsuit.
    			
    			 
    			
    			For the next 90 minutes, Pamela experienced the joys of three
    			
    			large black cocks. She fucked all three, took two up her ass, and
    			
    			gave two blow jobs. At one time she was cumming like crazy with a
    			
    			cock in each hole. None pulled out of her fertile womb.
    			
    			 
    			
    			So began a pattern for Pamela Porci Barnes. Harlan stopped by
    			
    			twice a week for a long lunch of white pussy. Soon Pamela came to
    			
    			believe that her pussy really did belong to him. She refused him
    			
    			nothing. Every Thursday, her black garbage men took a break at
    			
    			her house to use her, now that they knew what a slut lived there.
    			
    			Pamela loved every second of it.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Six weeks after her reunion, Harlan was shoving his cock into her
    			
    			while she laid still on her marital bed. "Ow!" she grunted when
    			
    			he hit her cervix.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Can't get in in your womb," growled Harlan. He slammed his cock
    			
    			hard into her again.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Ow!" said Pam and then, "Ow!" again when he tried a last time.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Cervix is closed," he finally said.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh god," she groaned, "My period's late too."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Too bad. I hope it's hubby's. Turn over, I'm gonna fuck your
    			
    			ass."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Her belly swelled quickly over the next seven months. Richard was
    			
    			thrilled thinking his slow swimmers had finally done their job.
    			
    			Harlan kept fucking her. He liked her swollen tits, especially
    			
    			when they began lactating. One of her garbage men liked it to,
    			
    			the other, was turned off by her big belly.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Nine months after her reunion, the doctors induced labor. Three
    			
    			days later, she was at Harlan's house with a dark skinned baby
    			
    			boy in her arms. The baby was so black it was hard to tell that
    			
    			he had a white mother.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What the fuck you doing here?" yelled Harlan, answering his door
    			
    			and exiting his house.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Meet Harlan junior." Pam held the baby up for him to see.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Bitch, If Keisha and the kids were home, I'd be smacking your
    			
    			ass right now."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Harlan, Richard threw me out. I got nothing. No job. No money.
    			
    			No place to live. You want your son living on the street?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Who says that's my son? It might be Gage's or some other
    			
    			nigga's."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"He looks just like you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan looked at the baby and had to agree. "Get in my car," he
    			
    			told her. "I'll take care of this."
    			
    			 
    			
    			They drove in silence, heading South to Trenton. They entered a
    			
    			rather run down part of the city. Pamela crinkled her nose at the
    			
    			neighborhood and held her baby close to her breasts. Harlan
    			
    			stopped the car in front of a dirty brick apartment complex.
    			
    			"Come on and get your ass out of the car," he said, opening his
    			
    			door.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Where are we?" asked Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You'll see." Harlan used a key to open the front door. The
    			
    			elevator was out of order, so they climbed four flights of
    			
    			stairs. He stopped in front of a door and used another key to
    			
    			enter an apartment. "Welcome to your new home."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Yech."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Would you rather live on the street? I use this place as my man
    			
    			cave. Keisha doesn't know about it." He opened his wallet and
    			
    			pulled out some money. "Here's two hundred to get you on your
    			
    			feet. I'll bring you some more money tomorrow and some baby stuff
    			
    			from my garage."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Harlan, what am I going to do?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Don't worry about it. I'm gonna set you up good. Wanna fuck?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I just had a baby two days ago."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Then suck my cock. Hurry it up, I gotta get back home." Harlan
    			
    			watched her kneel while he pulled his pants down. "No, no, I want
    			
    			you naked."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Alright," said Pam. The only clothes she had to her name were
    			
    			her underwear and sweat clothes. She quickly removed them.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Tits look awesome, baby. I think your nipples have doubled in
    			
    			size. Got some belly fat and your ass looks a little flabby. How
    			
    			long until you can lose the flab?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam took his hardening shaft in her hands and kissed the tip. "I
    			
    			don't know. A few months maybe, if Richard didn't revoke my gym
    			
    			membership." She started sucking him.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Lose the fat and I can get you a job. We can work something out
    			
    			with the baby. I can get him into free daycare at city hall."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam was still wiping sperm off her lips when Harlan headed for
    			
    			the exit. "I'll be back tomorrow. I wouldn't leave the apartment
    			
    			after dark if I were you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela looked around her new home. The kitchen was dirty and the
    			
    			only thing in the fridge was a six pack of beer. She couldn't
    			
    			drink because she was breastfeeding. The living room had a small
    			
    			old couch and a chair. The baby was sleeping on the couch. Harlan
    			
    			had sat in the chair for his blow job. A small table held a 19"
    			
    			television. She turned it on, pleased to see that it was in
    			
    			color, though her reception was bad and it only got a few
    			
    			channels. There was no DVD player, but he did have a VCR and
    			
    			about twenty video cassettes of old porn movies. By the covers
    			
    			they were either all black or interracial.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The apartment had one bathroom, so dirty she nearly refused to
    			
    			use it and one bedroom. The bed was large and it was just a
    			
    			mattress with no sheets and the pillows were bare. The mattress
    			
    			was covered in stains. A bag-less trash can sat beside the bed,
    			
    			filled with nearly a dozen used condoms. "I guess that asshole
    			
    			does know how to use a condom," she said. She crinkled her nose
    			
    			and snorted when it hit her that he clearly brought women back to
    			
    			this aprtment to fuck. The weirdest piece of equipment was a
    			
    			camcorder on a tripod pointing at the bed.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam returned to the baby, grabbed the keys Harlan had left her,
    			
    			and went down to the corner market for diapers and some food.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Harlan was back the next day with $1000 dollars, a crib,
    			
    			stroller, and a baby bath tub. Keisha had trouble throwing away
    			
    			baby memorabilia even though she'd gotten her tubes tied and they
    			
    			wouldn't be raising any more children. Of course, Harlan wanted
    			
    			another blow job before he went back to work.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Two weeks later, he was fucking her doggy style on her clean new
    			
    			sheets. Pamela had gotten smart and was now on the pill. Things
    			
    			were a little better for her as Richard had released her clothes
    			
    			and car to her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Three months after having her baby, Pamela was almost back down
    			
    			to her pre-baby weight. Harlan was pleased and he loved her new
    			
    			larger E-cup breasts and nipples. Pam was a little worried he
    			
    			might suck all of his son's milk out of her breasts. He threw a
    			
    			bag down on the bed. "Put this on. We got a job interview to go
    			
    			to."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I don't think this is appropriate for a job interview." The
    			
    			green skirt barely covered her privates. A tight green halter top
    			
    			left her belly bare. She'd hocked her belly button ring at a pawn
    			
    			shop for some extra cash. He'd also bought her green shoes with
    			
    			three inch heels.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"That depends on the job you're interviewing for and you look
    			
    			great."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam was about to ask him about the job when he grabbed her hand
    			
    			and led her out the door. Harlan had already taken the baby to
    			
    			day care. They walked down the four flights of stairs and out the
    			
    			door to Harlan's car. The drive was short, only a few blocks and
    			
    			the neighborhood only improved slightly.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam got out of the car and looked up at the "LIVE NUDES" and the
    			
    			"DANCING GIRLS" signs on the building. Her cheeks flushed some
    			
    			when Harlan led her inside the dingy room.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Yo, my man Harlan," said a big black man sitting at a table.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Whasup homie," said Harlan. Pam watched as they engaged in some
    			
    			long black handshake she couldn't follow. "Deon, this is Pamela,"
    			
    			said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"She's hired," said Deon, looking up and down her body.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Pam never done this before," said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I don't even care if she can dance," said Deon. "Comere girl and
    			
    			turn around for me. She can just stand nude on a stage for all I
    			
    			care. Hot white bitch like her in this neighborhood. Fuck, she
    			
    			ain't even white. She's white-white. Girl, get up on that stage
    			
    			and dance for me."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm not sure I want to work here," said Pam. "Harlan didn't tell
    			
    			me this was a strip bar."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Quit being selfish, Pam," said Harlan. "I know you like showing
    			
    			off that hot body of yours and it ain't about you no more, it's
    			
    			about the baby. You gonna need to support him."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You're right Harlan." Pam stood straight up and nodded. She
    			
    			sobbed a little at the thought of how far she had fallen going
    			
    			from being a kept doctor's wife to applying for a job, nude
    			
    			dancing. "Thanks for correcting me. Mr. Deon, how much does this
    			
    			pay?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Nothing, honey. You work for free."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"No pay? How am I supposed to support..."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Shut up, Pamela," said Harlan. "You work for tips. You show up
    			
    			here, come out and dance for fifteen minutes every hour and men
    			
    			throw money at you. If they like you that is."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"They gonna like her," said Deon.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pam got up on stage and tried dancing to the music. She watched
    			
    			the two black men stare at her and discuss her. The bar was
    			
    			nearly empty, but she made twenty dollars from the only two male
    			
    			customers who were there. Pamela gathered her clothes and walked
    			
    			back nude to Deon and Harlan. Deon gave her another twenty to
    			
    			grind against his lap.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I bet you can make a couple hundred a night for a few hours
    			
    			work," said Deon.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"A girl like you could make thousands at a classy joint," said
    			
    			Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"This is a classy joint, mother fucker," growled Deon. "Come back
    			
    			tomorrow night and we'll see how you do. Work all weekend, eight
    			
    			to midnight. One fifteen minute dance per hour. The rest of the
    			
    			time you walk around nude getting the men to buy you drinks.
    			
    			That's how I make money. You can generate more revenue by doing
    			
    			lap dances like you just did for me. Got it."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I think I can handle that."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I can arrange a sitter," said Harlan.
    			
    			 
    			
    			On the way back to her apartment, Harlan stopped at a large
    			
    			bookstore chain and bought her a DVD on stripping to lose weight
    			
    			and please your man. He then drove to Wal-Mart and bought a DVD
    			
    			player. "About time I upgraded," he grumbled. Pamela watched the
    			
    			DVD and practiced the dances everyday until she started her new
    			
    			job.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Friday night at midnight, Pamela was bracing herself against
    			
    			Deon's desk as he pumped his large black cock in and out of her
    			
    			pussy. She was smiling and moaning as his cock felt great and
    			
    			she'd made $500. The mostly black clientele loved her.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You sure got one grade A pussy," growled Deon, as he fucked her.
    			
    			"I'm giving you all the best shifts. I'm gonna put you on posters
    			
    			around the building. Fuck it, I'm gonna buy ad space on a
    			
    			billboard on the turnpike and put you on it. You gonna be a star.
    			
    			Here it cums girl." Deon slammed his cock forwards and pumped her
    			
    			womb full of sperm.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Months later, Pamela had just decided she'd made enough money to
    			
    			make a down payment on her own apartment in a better part of town
    			
    			as she climbed the steps to her current apartment. She opened the
    			
    			door and wasn't surprised to see Harlan sitting on the couch
    			
    			watching a porn and bouncing the baby on his lap. He often picked
    			
    			Harlan Jr. up from daycare for her. "Still got my digital
    			
    			recorder?" he asked.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure, it's in the closet. Want a sandwich and a beer?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure," said Harlan, putting the baby down on the coach. He got
    			
    			up and entered her bedroom, going to the closet. Harlan returned
    			
    			checking the battery life on the camera.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What's up?" asked Pam.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Phase two of getting you back on your feet."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm doing pretty good now, Harlan."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"You think you're doing alright, but there's a lot more potential
    			
    			green out there for you. Now come suck my cock."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela put the sandwiches she had made down. She glanced at the
    			
    			baby who had fallen asleep. Pamela then kneeled between Harlan's
    			
    			legs and started fumbling with his pants.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Hold up," he said. "I wanna capture this." He held the camera up
    			
    			to his eye and looked down his body at Pamela. "Now start."
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela had long ago realized she was Harlan's sexual toy. He'd
    			
    			stop by at any hour, day or night and she'd submit her body to
    			
    			him. Not that she had ever desired to deny him, but his visits
    			
    			could be inconvenient and often he brought friends. So she found
    			
    			herself fishing his cock out and then sucking him off while
    			
    			staring up into the camera. She was swallowing his first load
    			
    			when he pushed her head back and shot cum all over her face.
    			
    			Pamela licked up what she could and said, "So what's up?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Go get my sandwich and I will show you." Harlan opened up a lap
    			
    			top case and started the computer. Pam brought him his sandwich
    			
    			and watched while he ate and fiddled with the laptop. He
    			
    			connected the recorder to his computer and finished off his
    			
    			dinner while it uploaded. "Alright done," he said, moving the
    			
    			computer so that Pam could see the screen.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"What's this?" she asked looking at the picture of her in a green
    			
    			bikini that now graced a billboard on the New Jersey turnpike
    			
    			advertising Deon's strip club.
    			
    			 
    			
    			"This is PamelaPorci.com, your new website. You'll be getting $5
    			
    			per member each month. You already got 10 members, fans from the
    			
    			club I guess. Just wait until we get some pics and content up."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"I'm not sure I want a website."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Sure you do. I've made them for the other strippers. You is
    			
    			gonna have a thousand members in a month or two. The only thing
    			
    			is they is gonna want content. That's the secret to a good
    			
    			website, content, content, content. Watch this."
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Oh god," she cried, watching the short video of her sucking
    			
    			Harlan off. She embarrassingly found herself getting horny.
    			
    			Embarrassed or not, she wanted some cock meat. Pam put her hand
    			
    			in Harlan's lap and squeezed his dick. It immediately stiffened.
    			
    			"Got time for a quick fuck?"
    			
    			 
    			
    			"Yeah, I think I can make time." Harlan stood and led her to the
    			
    			bedroom. "I'm sending my photographer over to take some sets.
    			
    			They start soft core, you in a bikini or lingerie, slowly
    			
    			removing them and maybe getting off with a black dildo. Then
    			
    			we'll graduate into you fucking and sucking some brothers and
    			
    			we'll make some more movies. You'll need to ask some of the
    			
    			clients you dance for, find out who's really hung and willing to
    			
    			appear on the net. Most will do it just for a chance to fuck
    			
    			you."
    			
    			 
    			
    			 Pamela had two thousand member after two months. New content
    			
    			appeared every other day, from pictures to hour long movies. She
    			
    			was even selling autographed pictures. Deon's club was full every
    			
    			weekend, mostly people coming to see her. She was now making
    			
    			$1000 a night. Just when she didn't think things could get any
    			
    			better, the call came from L.A. An adult video producer was
    			
    			offering her $5000 to make an actual adult movie.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela flew out West that Monday.
    			
    			 
    			
    			That year, Pamela left the East Coast entirely and moved to L.A.
    			
    			Harlan still managed her website and she emailed him content from
    			
    			time to time. He kept her schedule listed on the site. She
    			
    			headlined dancing at different clubs, signed autographs, made
    			
    			appearances in Vegas, and made 20 movies that year, winning an
    			
    			award for best newcomer. The next year, she had enough money to
    			
    			produce. Her movie, "Reunion Revenge" was the number one movie of
    			
    			the year. She insisted that this movie wasn't just about sex, but
    			
    			also about acting. They even hired extras to play classmates. It
    			
    			was semi-autobiographical and starred herself. It closely
    			
    			mirrored her experiences at her 20th reunion three years ago,
    			
    			except that she replaced Scott and Preston with black actors.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The next movie she wrote and produced was an interracial version
    			
    			of Romeo and Juliet. Romeo's family was mostly men and all black,
    			
    			Juliet's family mostly white women. Unfortunately, Pamela was too
    			
    			old to play Juliet, so she played Juliet's mother. It too was a
    			
    			huge success and Pam immediately started writing an interracial
    			
    			version of "The Taming of The Shrew" where the shrew was bitchy
    			
    			because her white husband didn't satisfy her sexually.
    			
    			 
    			
    			During the filming of "Romeo Black and Juliet Whyte", Pamela was
    			
    			riding Romeo's cock in one scene. He was a new actor hired,
    			
    			because his cock was the biggest Pam had ever scene and he was
    			
    			quite attractive. She was working on her third orgasm, when she
    			
    			happened to glance out the window of the apartment they were
    			
    			filming in. The view out the window was up a hill and she could
    			
    			see large white letters YW between to high buildings. She laughed
    			
    			with delight causing Romeo to frown.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela suddenly realized she had gotten everything she'd ever
    			
    			wanted in life. Her childhood dream was to be a Hollywood actress
    			
    			and the YW she could see from the window was from the middle of
    			
    			the famous Hollywood sign. After that, all she had ever wanted
    			
    			was a baby and Harlan Jr. was the love of her life. Hopefully,
    			
    			Romeo here was about to give Harlan a little sister, she'd gone
    			
    			off birth control months earlier. She had a dozen black lovers
    			
    			and didn't care which one impregnated her. She laughed again,
    			
    			causing the director to look at her funny. Yes, she had the two
    			
    			things she'd wanted most in the world. Maybeporn star and having
    			
    			an interracial baby out of wedlock wasn't what she'd had in mind,
    			
    			but there wasn't anything about her life she'd change at this
    			
    			point.
    			
    			 
    			
    			Pamela Porci was happy.
    			
    			 
    			
    			The End
    			
     
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    I accidently deleted my "real folder" today with alle the galleries that wasn't toons. Hope nobody is going to miss it. i also deleted (on purpose) my shiin galleries. Your can find it on his website www.shiinsart.net if you wanna see it. He has alot more than what I have uploaded. I upload stuff when I find something I like and want to share so I don't know when new stuff will be added. Have a good day :)
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