Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 17:05:26 EST
From: HMorningwood66@aol.com
Subject: Froth

Standard disclaimer.

                            Froth
                       By Mason Jarre'

     "What a fucking birthday party," I thought to myself as
staggered down the street as the snow floated down around
me. Cold air chilled me to the bone. I was drunk, seriously
drunk, but knew better than to attempt driving. Besides, my
apartment was only a couple of blocks away.
     "Shit! It's cold as fuck out here."
     I was literally shaking from the cold, teeth
chattering, staggering down the snow covered street. I had
to get out of this wind, this abominable weather, just for a
few moments to warm up.
     The light above the bar's entrance hissed like a bug
zapper as I stepped down into the doorway to a bar below
street level. The warm air from the bar embraced me as I
entered the club. The room itself was very dark, but I
didn't care. I wanted to get warm, possibly sober up a
little, and then head on home.
     I didn't bother taking my coat off. I was so cold and
my pale white hands were shivering. The bar itself was long
with mahogany panels, green globes with brass fixtures, very
stylish I thought to myself as I approached it. The
bartender smiled a big toothy grin as I sat down. His thick
70's mustache was slightly blacker then his skin.
     "What will you have?" he asked, his dark eyes flashing.
     "Coffee, if you have it?"
     "Sorry, closest thing I have is some Bailey's."
     "I guess I'll have that."
     As he left to pour me a drink, I reached for my wallet.
     "You're new here, aren't you?" came a voice to my
right. I turned to look at the patron beside me.
     "Yeah, I just stepped in to get out of the cold for a
few minutes."
     "Cool, man, very cool."
     My hands still shook from the cold as I pulled my
wallet from my jeans.
     "Cold is more like it. I'm freezing."
     The bartender pushed the drink in front of me, it had a
whip cream head on it, and I threw him a couple of bucks.
     "I'm Jamal, by the way."
     "Rory. Rory Ragland," I stuck a hand out to shake his.
His soft ebony skin felt like silk to the touch, and warm,
".Nice to meet you Jamal."
     ".Nice to meet you, Rory." There was something strange
about his handshake-he had a very firm, powerful handshake.
I turned my attention back to the bartender.
     "Excuse me, sir."
     The bartender smiled again as I spoke.
     ".May I get a drink for my friend here?."
     "Sure thang."
     "Umm. Sir, may I have your name?"
     "Charlie."
     ".Nice to meet you Charlie, and thank you!"
     "You're welcome."

     I took a sip of my drink, accidentally getting some of
the cream, some of the froth on my upper lip. Jamal and I
began to converse:
     "So, what brings you out on a night like this."
     "Just left my birthday party, it was a bust."
     ".Sad to hear it man."
     "Yeah, well, another year older, another year wiser."
     ".Well, happy birthday, anyway."
     "Thanks, thirty-one years old today: Happy fucking
birthday to me."
     The liquor began to warm me from the inside. Jamal
slapped my back, rubbed it a little and then took a sip of
his drink. I drank down some more, letting it chase the cold
away. I then attempted to stand and remove my coat. The room
spun a little. I steadied myself on the barstool.
     "Looks like you've had a few already, dude," said
Jamal.
     "Yeah, well."
     "Here, let me take that for you," said Charlie reaching
for my coat.
     "Thanks," I responded as I handed him my coat.
     "Steady there tiger," said Jamal as he helped me back
onto the stool.
     "Thanks, but I'll be fine. Just now starting to feel
warm."
     "So what brings you out tonight, Jamal?"
     "Didn't want to stay home alone, thought I'd come out,
see if I could get a little action."
     "Good luck there."
     Suddenly there was a light slap on my back.
     "Hey, there, how's it going, dawg?"
     I turned to look at the guy on my left, thinking it
might be somebody I knew but I couldn't place him. I took
another swig of my drink-damn it tasted good.
     "Fine, thank you, and yourself?"
     "It's all good bro. Hey Jamal, how's it hangin'?
     "Hey, Ramone, brother, what's up?"
     "Just chillin', killin' time," answered Jamal as the
two greeted each other with slaps on their backs.
     "Hey, Charlie, get us another round, put it on my
tab-and for my homeboy, Rory here, get him some good stuff."
     Jamal turned his attention back to Ramone and me.
     "Ramone, this here's Rory, Rory, this is Ramone, my
brother from another mother."
     "Nice to meet you Ramone," I said putting out my hand.
     "Nice to meet you too, Rory."
     Charlie came with our drinks.
     "Excuse me, sir. I mean Charlie, can I smoke in here?"
     "Sure thang, go ahead and light up."
     "Thanks, Jamal, for the drink," I said as I glanced
over at Jamal as I lit up a cigarette. Ramone was standing
next to him with his arm around him. I began to get a little
suspicious and started in on the fresh drink. I glanced to
the back of the bar and saw some shadows moving around the
pool table. That is also when I noticed I still had some
cream on my lips as I pulled the glass away. I wasn't sure
what Jamal had bought me, but it did taste good. Jamal lit
my cigarette for me.
     "So, what's your story man?" asked Ramone.
     Jamal answered for me while I drank.
     "It's his birthday; he's trying to make his way home."
     "Cool, dawg, happy birthday."
     As Ramone reached over and hugged me, I could feel
something hard rubbing up against my leg.
     "Thanks," I said as he moved away from me. I noticed
that my speech was getting to be a little bit slurred. I
looked around the bar, some of the guys had on leathers as
if it was a biker bar.
     "You feelin' okay there bud?" asked Jamal as he put a
hand on my leg as I puffed on the cigarette.
     "Yeah, I'm good."
     His hand shifted slightly to my crotch, and my cock,
having a mind of its own, jumped to life a little.
     "Yeah, I'm really good, sir."
     The booze was starting to hit me.
     "Is it me, or is it getting warm in here?" I said,
taking off my sports coat, "Charlie could you take care of
this for me."
     Charlie had appeared out of nowhere again with more
drinks.
     "Yeah man." Charlie took my coat.
     "So, what happens here? Pool? Darts?" I noticed about
ten guys in the back playing pool.
     "Pool, cards, whatever the boys are in the mood for,"
answered Jamal.
     "Cool. Cool." I was starting to feel a little nervous
as I glanced around the room, seeing that it was full of
men. I snuffed out my cigarette.
     "Yeah, lots of guys like to come down here, get away
from it all for a little while," said Ramone.
     "Excuse me, but where's the head; need to take a leak."
     "It's in the back, over there," Ramone was quick to
answer. I nearly fell off the barstool as I stood up.
     "Here, I'll go with you. I need to take a piss too."
     I gratefully looked into Jamal's eyes. He helped steady
me as we walked to the bathroom. After propping me up in
front of a urinal, he took the one next to mine. I got my
cock out and attempted to take a wiz.
     Not sure why I did it, but I glanced over at Jamal's
cock. It looked long, thick, and partially hard. I quickly
averted my eyes. When I glanced over at Jamal's face his
eyes danced and a big smile creased his face.
     I staggered back from the urinal and zipped up. My cock
had started to get hard from the experience. I attempted to
tuck it back in, but it was difficult. As I washed my hands
in the sink, I caught Jamal's image as he was walking up
behind me. He brushed against me lightly as he went to wash
his hands. I glanced again. His cock seemed stiff in his
pants, and ran halfway down his leg.
     On our way back to the bar, I could feel his dick
brushing against me as we walked. My own cock started to
creep down my leg. Before sitting down, I took off my
sweater and tie, Ramone helped. Jamal assisted me getting
back on the bar stool. His own seat seemed closer now. Fresh
drinks were set before us and I thought I saw a wink pass
between Jamal and Charlie.
     "Damn, more drinks."
     "Yeah, Charlie's the greatest bartender in the world,"
boasted Ramone.
     Jamal was now behind me, rubbing my back-it felt good.
The tension that I had been feeling drifted away as I drank
more. I moved to better seat myself and that's when I felt
something hard against my ass. At that point, my cock became
completely erect, straining against my jeans.
     There was something sensual about Jamal's touch.
     "You cool man?" asked Ramone with his hand on my thigh.
His touch felt awfully close to my cock.
     "I'm good, feeling better all the time."
     "Hey, boys, how's it goin'?" came another voice.
     "Hey! Andre! My main man! How you doin'?"
     Andre was taller, with thick lips, and muscular. His
athletic frame seemed to tower over me as they greeted each
other as if longtime friends.
     "Hey, Rory, this here is Andre. Andre, this here is
Rory."
     "Nice to meet you," I said pushing my hand out.
     "Same here man, dem's some pretty green eyes you have."
     "Uhh. thank you," I said somewhat confused. Jamal's arm
had found its way over my shoulder and into my shirt, and
his warm hand had begun playing with my nipple. Ramone
seemed encouraged by this; his hand began rubbing my thigh.
     After shaking my hand, Andre smiled as he looked at me.
It was a smile that held the devil in it. One of Jamal's
hands was rubbing my shoulder while the other aroused my
nipple.
     "Nice chest you have there," said Andre as he
unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my pinkish white flesh with a
dusting of red fur.
     "Thanks," I said as he reached inside my shirt and
began playing with my other nipple. The room began to spin a
little more.
     As I let my arms fall by my side, my left arm brushed
against Andre's crotch.
     "Nice red hair you have too," said Andre.
     "Uhh, thank you, sir."
     "You know, I like dis boy," said Andre, and with one
swift move, he unzipped his pants and let his hard cock fall
on my thigh. I looked at it in amazement, staring in
disbelief at his long black semi-hard dick.
     "Damn, you must really like me."
     Jamal, meanwhile, had unbuttoned my shirt completely
and I could feel it being removed from me.
     Unexpectedly, I watched myself reach over and touch
Andre's cock. I gently grasped it.
     "That's nice, very nice."
     At that moment, I felt something warm, wet and slick
against my lower back. It felt like a hard tube had been
placed against the small of my back, right above my crack.
     "Seems you like what you see too," said Andre. Ramone's
hand moved to my belt.
     "Yeah, I guess I do."
     I glanced down to my right to watch Ramone's hands as
my belt was removed. His thick black rod was out too. Nice!
My white skin seemed to glow against his dark flesh.
     "You like his cock," whispered Jamal in my ear, his
breath warmed my ear.
     "It's pretty, very pretty," I answered, shaking my head
in agreement.
     Jamal and Ramone stood me up off the barstool.
     "You want to suck this cock, don't ya boy?" said Andre.
     "Sir, yes, sir. But, it'd be a first for me."
     "Go ahead, taste it," whispered Ramone.
     I fell to my knees and stared for what seemed an
eternity at Andre's enormous cock. It looked to be a good
thirteen inches long and rock hard. Andre encouraged me by
placing the head of his dick on the tip of my lips. My mouth
parted, my eyes closed, and I began to suck.
     My hand found its way to his shaft and I began stroking
his rod as I sucked, licked my tongue around its head, and
tried to force as much of it into my mouth as I could.
     "Damn," said Ramone, "This boy is cock hungry."
     A little dribble of pre-cum escaped Andre's cock, the
taste was sweet. Time and space dissolved around me. I had
always wanted to check out a black cock and now was my
chance-I wasn't going to waste it. I was trying to get more
and more of his cock in my mouth. I could feel it bouncing
against the back of my throat. I did my best to suppress my
gag reflexes.
     Arms pulled me upwards and away from Andre's cock.
Charlie's lips met mine and I could feel his cock poking
into my thigh. My hands found their way to his chest as he
pulled me close. The kinky fur on his chest felt so good,
masculine.
     Distracted by his kiss, the guys removed the rest of my
clothing. I was naked in a bar surrounded by four very hot
black men.
     As I parted from kissing Charlie, my lips met Jamal's
soft thick mouth. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth
as he lifted me into his arms and carried me across the bar
towards some pool tables. I could feel his upturned cock on
my lower back and ass, and sticky pre-cum from his cock
drooled knob nectar on me.
     Jamal sat me down gently on the pool table. I looked
over his shoulder as he kissed my neck, I could see the
other guys removing their last remaining articles of
clothing. They looked so hot, muscled, toned bodies in the
dim light with their thick black cocks at full mast.
     Jamal's cock was rubbing against my own.
     "You're going to be our boy tonight, aren't ya'?"
     I didn't know how to respond.
     "Yeah, I'll be your boy tonight; I'll suck all of you
off."
     ".Yeah, boy?"
     "...Yes, sir."
     Once more Jamal's lush, thick lips met mine. My hands
quickly began stroking his shaft. Andre, Charlie, and Ramone
were next to us now, each one sharing a kiss, stroking my
cock as I moved my hands to stroke as many cocks as I could.
     Ramone sat on the pool table to my left; Andre was
gently playing with my right nipple as Charlie sucked on my
left. Jamal was constantly, rhythmically, moving between my
legs.
     Their hands moved softly across my pale white skin. My
own ten inch cock was aching; I could feel Jamal and Andre's
pre-cum warm against my flesh. Jamal backed away as Charlie
gave me a hard, lush kiss. Andre and Jamal moved me to
Ramone's dick.
     As Ramone leaned back on the pool table, light shone
down on his cock-damn it was big, had to be a good eleven
inches and as thick as a beer can. I bent over to suck on
Ramone, hands moved around my body, tweaking my nipples,
rubbing my back and ass, someone squeezing my balls.
     "Damn, he has a fine ass."
     I didn't recognize the voice. At that point, Ramone
pushed my head down further on his cock. His pre-cum was
smooth, watery, sweet. A strange smell began to fill the
air. Someone had begun to pass around a joint.
     Andre lifted me off Ramone's cock; he had started
moaning loudly causing some of the other patrons to gather
around us. The hit off the joint seemed to only make my dick
ache more as it kicked in. I coughed a little. Charlie had
sat down next to Ramone and I moved to his fat cock. It was
only about eleven inches long, but stretched my mouth even
more than Ramone's. His cock was massive, thick, and
definitely larger than a beer can.
     Someone's hands began rubbing my crack, roughly feeling
my firm ass.
     Not wanting to, I raised myself off Charlie's rod and
found Jamal behind me.
     "I. I don't get fucked," I whispered as he cradled me
in his arms. I barely had time to say that when the joint
found its way to my lips.
     "You want our dicks right?"
     "Damn, they are some nice pieces of meat."
     "Well, we want your ass."
     "I. I don't take it up the ass, sorry."
     My head was quickly pulled back down to Charlie's cock.
It was so soft, so silky, I gave in to giving him a good old-
fashioned, sloppy blow job, loosing myself in the musky
scent and taste of his sweet dick.
     The sensation of cold liquid going down my back,
dripping into my crack hit me, distracting me for a moment.
But, it was quickly followed by a warm tongue.
     I moaned in gratification. Unaware of whose thick black
tongue it was, I didn't worry. It felt way too good as he
licked and sucked up the liquor between my cheeks.
     Andre was busy stroking my cock and rubbing my back,
saying, "Good boy, take that dick. You want our dicks don't
you?"
     I nodded in agreement. Charlie was moaning loudly and I
could feel cum rising up in his ebony cock as I shoved my
mouth all the way down his dick. Both my hands were stroking
huge black cocks-hard as steel. Andre pulled me off
Charlie's cock and kissed me. Damn his thick lips felt good.
So good I didn't hear the scuffling in the back ground.
Andre's kiss was numbing-literally. I inhaled as we kissed
and my nose became numb, my brain became on fire.
     Seconds later, Charlie was kissing me, his thick black
tongue probed deeply into my mouth. His mustache tickled my
nose. With his kiss I could feel the inside of my throat
growing numb. More hands seemed to be rubbing my body and
the room was beginning to get fuzzy. The tongue on my hole
was lapping away, flickering and poking inside me.
     As I left Charlie's kiss, one of the other patrons who
had been shooting pool, stood before me naked.
     "Come, on boy, swallow this."
     As I bent over, he backed away. Stooping, I
pathetically chased after his cock.
     "Yeah," came a foreign voice, "he really wants our
dicks."
     When I finally reached his cock, I found myself resting
on what seemed to be some type of a sawhorse with padding. I
lay across the top of it with my rock solid dick off to the
right. A fresh tongue started in on my ass, my brain, my
entire body was on fire. Within seconds, fur covered
restraints were around my wrist and ankles. I was bound,
shackled to the sawhorse. The new guy began to thrust and
gag me with his cock as a warm sensation trickled down my
back and into my crack. I struggled against the restraints.
Strong black hands began to lube my hole, shoving in
fingers, loosening me up.  I tried to resist a little, but
who was I kidding. I was in over-drive, I wanted black cock
and I was getting it. The guy I was sucking on began to moan
and I could feel his spunk swelling up in his cock.
     Instinctively, my ass began to flex, almost trapping
one of the fingers inside.
     "This boy is primed, ready to go," I heard someone say
through the haze.
     A fresh cock was placed in my mouth as someone slapped
my ass, then rubbed my cheeks momentarily, only to feel the
sting of another couple of slaps and something that felt
like a belt on my furry white butt.
     "Look at this little white pussy boy, sucking dick."
     My own dick was rubbing against the padding, dangling
in the air. Every once in a while someone would touch it,
stroke it for a few seconds, then move on.
     "Ahhh." I tried to yell, but the cock in my mouth
prevented it. I could feel a hard cock pressing into me,
stretching my hole. It felt huge. Again I struggled against
the shackles.
     "Go Jamal, you go get you some of that white ass."
     Jamal did his best to ease himself inside me, opening
up my ass. Damn it hurts. I sucked harder on the cock in my
mouth. Jamal's hands were on my hips as he guided his dick
inside me. But all hopes of Jamal taking it slowly ended
quickly.
     Once he'd passed my ring, he shoved it in deep,
roughly, as deep as he could get it. His thrusting scooted
the sawhorse forward, pushing the cock in my mouth deeper
into my throat, hitting the back of it.
     Jamal knew how to fuck and fuck hard, wiggling his cock
from side to side inside me with each thrust. He rammed his
cock in hard and fast, stroking me from the inside out,
hitting the sweet spot deep inside me.
     A slap on my ass made me tighten up around his dick. He
kept slapping my butt as he plowed my hole. I grasped hold
of the legs of the sawhorse. Someone slapped at my balls and
dick; the hard black rod in my mouth was leaking pre-cum.
     "Oh, yeah man, knew his hole would be tight," I heard
Jamal practically yell, "Oh, damn, gonna bust a nut. Oh,
damn!!"
     A slap burned across my ass just as warm cum flooded
inside me, hitting my special spot-I quivered from the
intense heat of his load in my chute. I was already close to
the edge of cumming myself. My ass felt slick and warm as he
pulsed inside me. He kept thrusting and jabbing his cock in
me. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back as he bred my
ass.
     I must have tightened my lips from the concentration of
feeling his seed on my prostate, filling my hole. The cock
in my mouth began to shoot a big juicy load. I tried
gobbling as much as I could. Some of it dribbled down my
chin. It tasted different than other jism I'd eaten. and
there was a lot of it. My mouth was pumped full of black
spunk.
     "My turn, gonna tear this bitch's ass up," I heard
Ramone say with the tip of his thirteen inch cock starting
to enter me.  Fortunately, Jamal's cum acted as extra lube.
I was grateful that Jamal had gone first as Ramone grabbed
my shoulder while he slid inside. I felt my asshole stretch
even farther.
     I wanted to yell, but gasped from the pain. Another
black dick entered my mouth as I breathed in. It was thick;
I looked up to see Charlie's face smiling down at me.
     "Hey, I want some of that mouth."
     The words came from another patron. He was tall,
muscled, and looked like he went to the gym every day. His
cock wasn't as thick as Charlie's. The two began to share my
mouth as the head of Ramone's cock was buried deep inside my
ass. I could feel his pubes and thighs against my ass. I
managed to get part of both cocks in my mouth with the help
from Ramone's constant thrusting.
     The sawhorse squeaked along the floor, inching me
forward as Ramone attempted to penetrate me. Finally, he
moved his other hand to my shoulder to brace me from moving
away from his assault on my hole. His firm grip was sensual
while Charlie and the guy next to him take turns fucking my
mouth and smearing the cocks across my face.
     "Dayum! Dayum! Oh, Dayum!" Ramone's voice was growing
louder and I could feel his cock swelling.
     "Shit! Fuck! Shit!" yelled the unknown guy fucking my
face. He moved Charlie out of the way and rammed is swollen
cock as far into my mouth as he could. He came first
shooting a large wad into my mouth; Ramone was seconds
behind him.
     "Oh, fuck!" chimed both men.
     The affect of my tight hole on Ramone's dick took hold
as he grabbed me by the hips and scooted both me and the
sawhorse backwards into his cock. Again warmth spread deep
inside me as Ramone unloaded. His jism was hotter than
Jamal's. As the one guy's cock exploded in my mouth, I could
smell his muskiness, his man scent was intoxicating. He shot
his load just seconds before I felt Ramone's seed breeding
my hole. I tried to keep as much of it in my mouth as I
could. It tasted so good.
     "Let me at that ass," said Charlie as he moved to take
Ramone's place. The guy who's cum I was now swallowing
smeared that last couple of drops on my lips, under my nose.
It was pungent, and by the size of his load, I could tell he
hadn't gotten off for a couple of days.
     "Oh, fuck," I managed to say as he pulled away, that is
when Andre stepped to my mouth. His cock looked even bigger
than before, the size of a tree trunk with veins rippling
through it.
     Charlie struggled as he tried to get his massive black
cock inside me. Both Jamal and Ramone's cum began to get
smeared around his shaft, greasing his rod. He poked at my
hole with head of his cock which went in smooth enough, but
my poor white ass, glowing in the darkened room, felt it
couldn't stretch any further around Charlie's dick. I winced
in pain as Charlie penetrated me. I tried to suck in air,
but Andre seized the moment and forced his dick into my
mouth.
     "That's it, baby, suck my cock, show me how you like a
black man's dick."
     I had no choice; I began to attempt to bob my head up
and down on his dick. Charlie slapped my ass, hoping it
would open up my hole further to take his cock. Out of the
corner of my eye, to my right, I saw Jamal and Ramone
smoking a joint and drinking their cocktails with the guy
who had just came in my mouth-they were laughing and their
cocks didn't appear to be going down any time soon. I
suddenly became concerned that they might want a second
round of my ass. Was I bitch enough to handle it?
     The pain of Charlie's penetration brought me back to
the reality that he was plugging my butt with his fire
hydrant of a dick. A sharp aching shot through me as he
plowed deeper and deeper into me. I saw stars dancing on my
eyelids. His soft hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back
onto his cock. The pain was almost unbearable. Charlie's
dick was tapered with a fat part up close to the head of is
cock. When that fat part of his dick hit my sweet spot, my
dick jumped and twitched. I moaned.
     "Come on bitch, take my cock," yelled Charlie.
     Andre's own dick was longer than a paper towel role and
just as thick as Jamal's. I could feel it scraping my
tonsils, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes opened wider
as Charlie began digging his heels in, riding my white pussy
ass as if it was the last one on earth.
     I closed my eyes to both the pleasure and the pain that
Charlie was giving me. Andre pulled his cock out of my
mouth, forcing me to look at it, at him.
     "That's it white boy, I wanted to see the lust in your
eyes."
     As Andre rubbed the head of his cock on my lips, once
more I tasted his pre-cum, he started pre-cumming a lot. It
was watery, overpowering, tasty. Charlie's repetitive
motion, the fat splayed part of his cock stroking me on the
inside, was causing my own cum to bubble inside me.
     "That's fuckin' the bomb, man."
     That voice caused me to turn my head to my left. I saw
three more black guys naked, stroking their cocks between
puffs off a joint, licking their lips, aching to take their
turn with me. Andre demanded my full attention on his dick,
grabbing my head while thrusting into my mouth. Another
thrust from Charlie and both my eyes and mouth widened.
Andre's cock pushed into the back of my throat causing my
eyes to water and testing my gag reflex.
     My cock shifted against the padding.
     "Fuck yeah!" escaped Charlie's lips. His cock swelled
inside me as he was struggling when trying to pull out, but
he had no problem shoving it in. Andre was turned on by
watching Charlie fuck my lily white butt. He held my
shoulder as both began thrusting harder. I began breathing
even harder.
     "Here it comes, bitch, here it comes. Gonna breed that
ass."
     I whimpered from the somewhat painful assault.
     Charlie's load was huge and searing; it felt as if it
was burning the inside of my hole. It was as if his entire
dick was a red hot poker. Andre, not to be out done, began
to buck with all his weight. As Charlie's dick stroked me,
Andre exploded in my mouth. I too lost control as his spunk
turned into foam. Charlie had literally fucked the cum out
of me. Without touching my self, my eyes rolled back into my
head and my dick agonizingly released its load spilling jism
on the floor. Frothy cum drooled from my mouth and down both
the inside and outside of my throat, and a mix of Charlie,
Ramone, and Jamal's seed had become an airy lather in and on
my ass, foam created by their constant piston action from
assaulting my hole.
     "Hell, we've got to get us some of that," said one of
the three guys to my left.
     "Yeah, that bitch is in heat."
     They strutted over with there hard cocks swaying as
they walked. The three guys unhitched me from the sawhorse.
I was weak from all the fucking. One of the guys put a joint
to my cum-stained mouth as the other two held me up. The two
propping me up were built like line backers. My legs almost
buckled underneath me. Soreness and pain from taking three
loads in my ass filled me. I could feel some cum dripping
from my hole as the third guy removed the joint and gave me
a shot of vodka.
     "Come on, Tyrese, let's get him into the backroom,"
said the tallest one, the one to my left, in a husky voice.
Both his nips had been pierced. A glint of light caught my
eye. I looked at the guy propping me up on the right and saw
the Prince Albert piercing his massive black cock.
     The backroom was slightly brighter than the bar, but
the walls were painted black. Chains hung from the ceiling
with shackles. My hands were quickly fastened to them. The
one called `Tyrese' shoved a bench between my legs. I
noticed my chute had an empty feeling, my buttocks was
flexing, twitching, aching for more dick.
     "Hey, Marcus, get on the bench."
     The guy with the P.A. lay on the bench while Tyrese
hoisted my arms above my head.
     "Troy, get the bitch into position." The guy behind me
slapped my ass and pushed me over the guy they were calling
Marcus. I looked down to see a smile on Marcus' face. The
metal of his P.A. grazed my asshole; it felt cool on my hot
ass.
     Marcus' dick was just as massive as Charlie's but
looked longer and curved up toward his six-pack, toned abs,
it rested on his belly. As Troy moved me, Marcus held up his
cock up so that metal of the P.A. was centered on my bud. My
body looked so pale against Marcus' coal black skin.
     With strong, large hands, Marcus pushed me down on his
dick. I gasped, breathed deeply, trying to adjust to his
penetration and the metal ring in his cock. The P.A. was a
sensation I had never felt before. The thickness, hardness,
and sheer size of his cock had my own dick rock solid. But
feeling the metal ring in my ass was ecstasy.
     As I dangled from the chains, `Tyrese' straddled Marcus
and put his cock in my mouth. It was delicious, silky, and I
could tell it was in need a good suck. Marcus played with my
chest as Tyrese pushed down on my shoulders. I began
bouncing up and down on Marcus' meat, feeling the intensity
of the P.A. stroking me on the inside. My ass had been
primed and I was ready for more.
     The one they had called Troy, who kissed my neck from
behind me, placed his hands on my hips. His thick black dick
was rubbing against my pale white flesh, pre-cumming on my
back.
     "Damn," said Troy, "such a sweet ass."
     His right hand moved my hip to his cock. I could feel
it sliding down my crack. I sucked harder on Tyrese. I
gasped as Troy's cock slide in next to Marcus'. I felt my
hole being stretched beyond belief. Both enormous black
cocks were fighting it out inside my hole.
     My dick was aching, my arms crisscrossed over my
head-shackled, and my ass was feeling both pleasure and
pain. Tyrese began pumping hard into my mouth, turned on by
Marcus and Troy double-dicking me. As Troy pushed in, it
caused the head of Marcus' cock to burrow deep inside,
pushing the P.A. against my prostate sending shivers through
my body. My own cum began to bubble up inside me as my dick
bounced on Marcus' belly. Stars again began to fill my head.
I breathed in the muskiness of Tyrese. Marcus, playing with
my nipples, began twisting them harder.
     I looked around Tyrese's massive dick at my own white
cock; the head was rubbing against Marcus' rock solid abs.
The little fur on his belly teased the head of my cock. Troy
was pumping me hard and Marcus was in rhythm, as if both
were timing their thrust together.
     My cock and hole couldn't take it any more. The orgasm
was intense and from deep within my balls. My cock looked
very hot as the white rod with the pink helmet shot and
pulsed onto Marcus' dark, furry, tummy.
     In spite of my own satisfaction, the men kept pounding
me, my asshole began to ache. These ebony gods demanded
satisfaction and were determined to have it. My cock refused
to go down. Tyrese, seeing my load on Marcus' belly slapped
my face and began thrusting harder. As I tightened my lips
and swirled my tongue around the head of Tyrese cock, pre-
cum from both Marcus and Troy kept lathering up my ass,
keeping it nice and slick, but it still ached from the
constant assault.
     I could feel the P.A. shifting inside me.
     "Oh, fuck man," yelled Troy as he tightened his grip on
my hips.
     "Shit!" screamed Marcus. I attempted to plead with them
to stop, but Tyrese just kept jabbing his cock in my mouth.
     My ass was nearing numbness. I was on the verge of
blacking out.
     "Fuck!" echoed in my ears as a double dose of warm cum
filled my hole.
     "Damn, ya'll," said Tyrese, thrusting to keep up. He
began to work my mouth really hard, ramming his cock in my
mouth, bruising my throat. Tyrese's load was thick and
salty. I could feel it coating the back of my throat as he
shot his wad. Both Marcus and Troy pounded the last drops of
cum in my hole.
     Marcus shifted my nipples, letting Troy take over. With
a couple of firm, hard strokes from his silky hands, my cock
exploded again onto his furry tummy.
     "Yo, dawgs, you finished?" came a voice from the door.
I turned to see Andre with a wide grin on his face.
     "Yeah, man, we need to recharge."
     "'K," responded Andre as more black guys shuffled into
the room, "I's got some more playa's for our bitch."

                         All for now.




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Two cocks in ass before story is over. More ass slapping.