Black Dick Fucking Part I
The just wedded supermarket manager and his blonde, beautiful, 20 year old
wife, pulled up in front of the market at 11:O'clock on the night they were
married. He had received an emergency call only minutes after he and his new
bride had departed the reception hall.
"Do we really have to stop?" asked his bride. "It is our wedding day."
"It's on the way to the airport," said the 35-year-old store manager. "It
won't take long."
He gazed lovingly at his innocent young wife, admiring her full lips and high
cheekbones, her long golden blonde hair. The knowledge that they would soon
be sharing the same bed quickened his heart and he swallowed hard. They had
agreed not to have intercourse this week despite the fact that it was their
honeymoon. But his bride was ovulating and they didn't want to start off
their marriage with children. Somehow they had kept their relationship
chaste all through their long engagement, which was fine by him. They had
never even done much more than kiss, and he was glad - it thrilled him that
she was coming to him in marriage a complete virgin.
Inside the store, the four black Night Crew members gathered around the
security camera that Black Dick Fucking and
ultimately St Martin. The Captain came on over the speaker warning it
was going to be a little bumpy for awhile. The plane suddenly dropped as
it hit a pocket of turbulence and Ali gasped with fear. "Whew, said
Jack, "Maybe they should put Velcro on the roof of this thing in case my
seatbelt snaps, huh Mikey?"
Mike turned white. Jack couldn't have heard him tell that joke could he?
Mike and Mr Gilbert had been in the bathroom. Mike wasn't comfortable
going next to another man so he was waiting for the boss to finish. Mr
Gilbert had just finished saying he didn't have great expectations for
the new color they'd just hired. Looks more suited to field work if you
get my meaning. Mike agreed, then asked his boss, "You know how they
keep black kids from jumping on their beds?" His boss shook his head and
Mike finished, "Put Velcro on the ceiling." They laughed and turned to
see Jack standing in the doorway. The boss quickly zipped up and left
while Mike went up to the urinal to pee and of course couldn't because
Jack took the one next to him. Mike just focused on the wall hearing a
powerful stream of piss filling Jack's urinal. "How old are you Mike?"
asked Jack. Jack said he was 29, and Jack said. "Judging by the size of
your penis, I'd a thought you were a lot younger, just a little boy."
Mike looked down confused. His penis was five inches erect and about two
now. He'd never given it any thought, not being in the habit of
comparing men's dicks, but then he saw the hose attached to Jack's body.
It was eight inches soft and still shooting urine. From that day on,
Jack always called him Mikey and treated him like he was a little boy.
"Look both ways crossing the street, Mikey." "Can I buy you an ice cream
cone, Mikey?" "Guess who nailed the Cleaver account while you were at
recess, Mikey?
The turbulence calmed and Ali breathed a large sigh of relief. "Let me
buy us some drinks to calm down," said Jack as the flight attendant
started moving down the aisle with the beverage cart.
"It's a bit early for drinks," said Mike checking his watch. It wasn't
even noon.
"Lighten up man, this is vacation. Besides, I'm sure she won't check
your I.D."
Ali looked confused by Jack's comment. Mike had never told her about
Jack's constant belittling of him. "I'll have a bloody mary," she said.
"Beer, I guess," said Mike not wanting to be a party pooper.
Fours beers later, Mike was snoring softly with his head resting against
the window. Ali was on her second drink and got up to go to the
bathroom, awed by the fact her eyes only came up to Jack's broad chest
as he stood to let her out. No one saw Jack pull a small vial falsely
labled insulin out of his wallet and divide the contents between the
couple's drinks.
Mike dozed off again after another drink when they switched to a smaller
plane at San Juan airport. Jack was complaining again about being alone.
"Mikey's so lucky to have a beautiful woman like you to go away with,"
said the black man. Once again, Mike found it odd, Jack was stuck alone.
Jack was so popular with the women, but then maybe all those white
tramps had come to their senses about him? Mike fell asleep feeling a
bit better about himself. After all he had the hot wife and Jack would
be stuck roaming the island alone.
"Look Jack," said Ali feeling sorry for the black man. "Feel free to
hang out Mixed Marriages Cuckold Bondage reason with them.
"Please don't," she whimpered. "I'm a virgin, I just got married."
The Night Crew's reaction was exactly the opposite of what she had hoped.
They howled with joy, high-fiving each other and staring at her like she was
shark bait. The store manager struggled in vain. He knew his naïve bride
had said the worst possible thing.
"You all keep away from her!" he screamed.
"I'm tired of lissenin' to you," said the Leader. "We's gonna bust yo' new
brides cherry and you's gonna watch!"
"Bastards! You're all fired!" shouted the store manager.
The blacks laughed in his face. They ordered him to strip naked and when he
refused, one of the pulled out a box-cutter and held it to his throat.
Frightened, he quickly removed his clothes. When the night crew saw his
soft, out-of-shape body, they made fun of him. They pointed to his thin
penis, shriveled to the size of a pecan from his fear, and they joked about
how little it was.
The young bride stared at her grooms penis. It was the first time she had
seen a man's sex organ and she couldn't help wondering why she had been so
nervous about her first sexual experience. She had been afraid that it would
be painful, Blacks On Blondes Thread
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and right now he had absolutely no sexual desire at all. Ali and he had
been virgins when they met and Ali had been impressed when she saw his
dick hard for the first time. Mike enjoyed it when she called him Mr
Big. "Maybe in the morning, honey. I'm gonna take a shower, then call it
a night."
"I'm going to step out on the balcony for a moment." Ali unpacked her
robe and put it on. She opened the sliding glass door and walked out
into the cool night air. They were on the fifth floor of a resort on the
Dutch side of the island. The view showed the pool, some palm trees, the
pale white beach, and the moon reflecting on the clear blue Carribean
sea. "It's beautiful," she said.
"And it just got even more beautiful," said Jack.
Ali turned to look at the black man. He was sitting in a chair on his
balcony puffing on a Cuban cigar, he'd insisted on purchasing as soon as
they landed. Jack was wearing shorts and had thrown a white tank top
that hugged his muscular torso and left his arms bare. "What are you
doing out here, Jack?"
"Enjoying my smoke, before heading down there," he said pointing his
cigar down at the tiki bar around the pool. About a dozen people were
hanging out there laughing and having a good time. "Then I might hit the
casino. What are you doing out here? If I'd brought a sexy babe with me
on vacation I wouldn't be out on the balcony till the next morning,
maybe even the afternoon."
Ali smiled sadly. "Mike's in the shower. He's tired from the flight and
were gonna call it an early night. Join us on the beach tomorrow."
"I'll see you there. Hey, if you're not tired, sneak down and meet me at
the tiki bar. Mikey needn't miss his nap time."
"Sounds like fun, but I think I'll call it a night too."
Ali entered the room and slipped naked into the bed picking up the
paperback she'd brought with her. Mike soon came out of the shower and
joined her in bed. He kissed her, then rolled over and started snoring.
Ali couldn't concentrate on the book so she turned her light out. She
couldn't sleep either and turned to stare at the balcony where she could
just make out the steel drum music coming from the bar. Dammit! This was
no way to spend the first night of vacation. She should be downstairs
enjoying herself or better yet, making love to her husband. She was
still horny and her thighs were damp. Plus, her nipples had remained
hard since Puerto Rico. They were even starting to ache a little.
Ali snuck out of bed and pulled her sundress on. With out underwear, her
nipples were clearly visible through the material, but hell, she didn't
know anyone downstairs except Jack. She walked out on the balcony to see
if he was still at the bar. He was. The big black man was down at the
bar wearing a straw hat and holding a tropical drink with a pineapple
wedge stuck in it. He was also dancing between two older women. He would
dance facing one, then turn and face the other while their husband's sat
nearby at a table talking and drinking beer.
Jack hadn't even been there a half hour and already he'd made friends.
He flexed and the two women touched his biceps. Ali decided not to
disturb him and returned to join her husband.
**************
Mike woke up as his wife fondled his penis. It continued to remain as
limp as it had last night. "Sorry, honey. I don't know what's wrong with
me. Must be all Interacial Thumbs Unwanted Interracial Creampie but also deflowering her tight white pussy, drove the crew into
such a state of sexual hunger that in the nights proceeding they frequently
had to stop work and run to the backroom to jack off.
"So what's the problem?" the store manager asked the Leader, who met at the
front of the store. The white man used an officious tone of voice, trying to
impress his young bride.
"You'll see in a minute," said the hulking black man.
He led the store manager and the young blonde into the backroom where the
other three crew members were waiting for them. Their eyes burned with
desire when they saw the innocent bride in the flesh. They visually devoured
her, from her pretty high heel clogs, up her slender well toned calves and
creamy white thighs, to her narrow waist and firm up thrust tits. Her pretty
face featured the sweetest mouth, with a lower lips that were pouty and
bow-shaped, and her long blonde hair which was still done up in her wedding
day perm. They couldn't wait to defile every inch of this sweet white prize
that had been brought to them like a lamb.
"Well?" demanded the store manager. "I don't see anything wrong!"
Two of the three Night Crew suddenly grabbed him 
Nikki Anne Blacks On Blondes Black And White Marriage Jack. Oh, I guess I
should of asked you first. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. Just get the steamed shrimp up to his room and I'll keep
a seat at the bar open."
Ali got Mike to their door. "You gonna be ok down there with him?"
"Of course. Jack seems a perfect gentlemen. He's not like most of them."
"They're all the same, baby, all of them. Don't go anywhere there's no
people around."
Jack had a drink waiting for her when she got downstairs. They sat and
talked together for awhile before some couples started dancing. "Care to
dance?" he asked.
"Love to." Ali stood and the two started dancing with the crowd. Ali
always enjoyed dancing, but Mike hated it, so she never got many
opportunities to strut her stuff. Jack was a good dancer and they danced
several songs together. A slow song came on and Jack grabbed her before
she could head back to the bar. One big black hand wrapped around her
back and pulled her close. Ali gave in and laid her head against his
chest.
Something large was pushing hard into her belly and she assumed he had
something in his pocket. The thing expanded a little and shifted. She
pictured the large bulge she'd seen underwater through her mask. Ali
pulled back and Jack let her go. Ali returned to the tiki bar and
ordered them two more drinks as they sat.
"How come you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Mike says you're
quite the ladies man at work."
"That's cause I don't get many second dates," Jack said laughing.
"Why not? You seem perfectly nice, good looking, well built, fun to be
around." Everything Mike isn't popped into Ali's mind and she supressed
the evil thought.
"I'd rather not say, but it is a rather BIG problem I have"
The two stayed and had more drinks. Ali was leaning against Jack as they
walked back to their rooms. "I had a perfectly nice evening," he said
leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, but Ali drew back. "What's wrong,
don't want to be kissed by a black man?"
"No, that's not it, you just caught me off guard." Ali turned just as he
leaned down again, but the kiss fell on her lips. She pulled back,
giggling. Jack was grinning to, but his eyes stared into hers. They were
serious looking, predatory even. "Good night," she said.
"Good night. See you tomorrow?"
"Maybe for dinner, we're going shopping."
Ali entered the room and leaned against the closed door. She was
breathing heavily and as horny as she'd ever been all trip. She used the
bathroom, then slipped into bed beside her sleeping husband. Ali stared
at the ceiling unable to sleep. When Jack kissed her, she had realized
something she never would of believed three days ago, she was attracted
to a black man. If she hadn't been married and as horny as she'd was,
she could very well have been going back to his room tonight. Thank god
she was married.
When she did sleep, she dreamed she was snorkeling, swimming away from a
gigantic black eel which was closing in on her, always getting closer.
**************
The next day was cloudy with light rain which made Mike very happy he
wouldn't be getting any more sun. The Boyers spent the day shopping and
touring Philipsburg, the Dutch capital. Ali was very pleased that for
the first day this vacation, she actually had a good time with her
husband and for awhile she forgot about Jack.
When they got back to the hotel, Jack had left a message Hard Black Dick at least seven or eight inches long!
The store manager stared speechlessly from inside the baler. Their cocks
were several inches bigger than his own when he was erect, and they were
still flaccid - although he could tell several were at half-mast already.
Unlike his naïve bride, he held little hope that they would abide by the
rules of the game. And even if they did, how could she possibly win? What
would it take for their nigger cocks to get fully erect? A glimpse of a soft
white tit? A fertile, flat belly? A creamy thigh? God, if she was wearing
a thong it would be a lost cause. He shook the cage with both hands,
screaming for them to stop, but everyone ignored him.
"Start stripping bitch!" ordered the leader.
The bride bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes tight and slowly peeled off
her pink top, revealing her lacy bra and creamy, well toned stomach. With
her eyes still closed, she undid her lacey bra and let it drop to the dirty
cement floor, immediately covering her breasts with her arms criss-crossing.
She was afraid to look, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened her
eyes slowly.
Every black cock in the room was erect.
(end of Pt. 1) 
Black Cum Shots and
ultimately St Martin. The Captain came on over the speaker warning it
was going to be a little bumpy for awhile. The plane suddenly dropped as
it hit a pocket of turbulence and Ali gasped with fear. "Whew, said
Jack, "Maybe they should put Velcro on the roof of this thing in case my
seatbelt snaps, huh Mikey?"
Mike turned white. Jack couldn't have heard him tell that joke could he?
Mike and Mr Gilbert had been in the bathroom. Mike wasn't comfortable
going next to another man so he was waiting for the boss to finish. Mr
Gilbert had just finished saying he didn't have great expectations for
the new color they'd just hired. Looks more suited to field work if you
get my meaning. Mike agreed, then asked his boss, "You know how they
keep black kids from jumping on their beds?" His boss shook his head and
Mike finished, "Put Velcro on the ceiling." They laughed and turned to
see Jack standing in the doorway. The boss quickly zipped up and left
while Mike went up to the urinal to pee and of course couldn't because
Jack took the one next to him. Mike just focused on the wall hearing a
powerful stream of piss filling Jack's urinal. "How old are you Mike?"
asked Jack. Jack said he was 29, and Jack said. "Judging by the size of
your penis, I'd a thought you were a lot younger, just a little boy."
Mike looked down confused. His penis was five inches erect and about two
now. He'd never given it any thought, not being in the habit of
comparing men's dicks, but then he saw the hose attached to Jack's body.
It was eight inches soft and still shooting urine. From that day on,
Jack always called him Mikey and treated him like he was a little boy.
"Look both ways crossing the street, Mikey." "Can I buy you an ice cream
cone, Mikey?" "Guess who nailed the Cleaver account while you were at
recess, Mikey?
The turbulence calmed and Ali breathed a large sigh of relief. "Let me
buy us some drinks to calm down," said Jack as the flight attendant
started moving down the aisle with the beverage cart.
"It's a bit early for drinks," said Mike checking his watch. It wasn't
even noon.
"Lighten up man, this is vacation. Besides, I'm sure she won't check
your I.D."
Ali looked confused by Jack's comment. Mike had never told her about
Jack's constant belittling of him. "I'll have a bloody mary," she said.
"Beer, I guess," said Mike not wanting to be a party pooper.
Fours beers later, Mike was snoring softly with his head resting against
the window. Ali was on her second drink and got up to go to the
bathroom, awed by the fact her eyes only came up to Jack's broad chest
as he stood to let her out. No one saw Jack pull a small vial falsely
labled insulin out of his wallet and divide the contents between the
couple's drinks.
Mike dozed off again after another drink when they switched to a smaller
plane at San Juan airport. Jack was complaining again about being alone.
"Mikey's so lucky to have a beautiful woman like you to go away with,"
said the black man. Once again, Mike found it odd, Jack was stuck alone.
Jack was so popular with the women, but then maybe all those white
tramps had come to their senses about him? Mike fell asleep feeling a
bit better about himself. After all he had the hot wife and Jack would
be stuck roaming the island alone.
"Look Jack," said Ali feeling sorry for the black man. "Feel free to
hang out Black Dick Fucking but now she felt a twinge of relief, her husband's penis looked
so harmless, barely an inch long. She guessed that the stories about virgins
feeling pain when they lost their hymens was just an old wives tale. Then he
mind returned the terrible reality of her position and she trembled at the
idea of having 4 black men even touch her body. She started sobbing
uncontrollably.
"Shut up, bitch!" snapped the leader. Pointing to the store manager, he
ordered him into the baler, which stood against the wall. The crew had
emptied it of trash earlier in the evening in preparation. The leader
believed that strict planning was the key to a successful gang rape. Now the
opened the heavy iron door and forced the struggling husband inside. They
closed it tight and lowered the cage, locking it from the outside. The store
manager was only a few yards away from his frightened bride, but he was
helpless to do anything.
The leader turned to the shaking bride with a wide grin. The crew loved it
when he toyed with their white victims, as he was about to do.
"Please don't rape me!" she begged.
"I'll consider it," said the leader. "But only if you strip!"
"What? Oh . . . God