The Flyer Guys
by Buckaroo Bonzai

Brian Levine no longer considered himself to be an average 
American husband. Sure, he had the prerequisite wife, good 
job, home in the suburbs, two cars and a television for 
every room. But how many husbands let their wives meet with 
a black man to fuck every two weeks? Despite what the 
slutwife porn sites would have you believe, Brian guessed 
that the figure was incredibly low.

Just three months ago he'd returned home early one day to 
find his wife Debbi spreading her legs for a huge black man. 
She admitted later that she had always loved long, thick 
cocks, and that Brian's just didn't hold the same appeal. 
She'd selected a black man simply to add an exotic element 
to her adventure. Rather than have a conniption fit, or 
destroy their marriage, Brian had devised a very unusual 
deal. She could feed her addiction twice a month. In 
exchange, Brian could enjoy any sexual proclivity he wanted, 
with her or without her. So far, he'd stayed true to her, 
including her in his experiments with bondage, domination, 
exhibitionism and more. Debbi had been an apt and 
enthusiastic student, and their sex life had greatly 
improved. It had all seemed like a good idea at the time. 
But now Brian was having his doubts. Because it looked like 
Debbi was cheating on the deal. 

At the center of his suspicions stood the flyer guys. While 
crafting their deal, Brian had wondered how such a raw, 
ferocious-looking  black man could walk into his lily-white 
neighborhood, and then his home, without drawing the 
neighbor's interest. According to Debbi's explanation, he 
posed as a flyer guy, one of the down-and-out men who 
delivered advertising flyers throughout the subdivision. 
He'd deliver his route, slip inside the unlocked front door, 
give Debbi what she wanted, and then finish his route. 
Sometimes she'd tip him, but never pay him outright. Her 
body was his reward.

It sounded plausible enough. Then one day Brian had returned 
from work early to find that several flyer guys were working 
the neighborhood. And by following each trail of flyers to 
the end, he noticed many stopped in the middle of the block. 
Obviously there were other wives receiving flyer guy 
service! A knot growing in his stomach, he'd slowly wheeled 
into his driveway, knowing that Debbi had gotten "serviced" 
the week before. It was too early for the next visit! 
Fortunately, he saw flyers on both neighbors' porches. But 
did that mean the flyer guy had already been there and gone? 
He'd stomped inside, prepared to make a scene, only to 
discover that Debbi wasn't even home. Though she'd dodged a 
bullet on that one, his suspicions remained.

Which explained why Brian now sat slouched in his car, 
surreptitiously watching the sub's only entrance for the 
arrival of the flyer guys. His instincts had sounded a 
warning that morning. Debbi had rushed him out of the house 
faster than usual. She'd laid out a much sexier outfit than 
usual. And her explanation that she'd be attending a card 
party at the Winslow's that day rang a little hollow. Who 
would go to a card party dressed like that? She'd be a 
laughingstock. So he'd called in sick, taken up a post at 
the sub entrance, and hunkered down for a long stakeout.

The flyer guy vans were easy to spot: blue, battered and 
barely running. It made sense. Two nice vehicles filled with 
tough-looking black guys would draw more attention in his 
neighborhood than these vans would. It was what you would 
expect to see. Given the athletic build of the man he'd 
caught Debbi with, Brian had wondered if the man was a 
professional male prostitute. But prostitutes fucked for 
money. So he guessed that they were all just a bunch of 
black guys who liked putting it to white women. 

He followed the vans into the sub at a discreet distance. 
But to his surprise, they didn't stop at any of the usual 
corners. Instead, they continued straight to the back of the 
sub, pulling into the driveway of a home he knew fairly 
well. It belonged to Kate and Paul Winslow, two of the first 
residents in the sub. Actually, Paul was one of the first 
residents. Kate was his new trophy wife, a raven-haired 
beauty with big breasts and the kind of eyes that could eat 
you alive. They owned the biggest home in the sub, a long 
Colonial set far back from the street and surrounded by 
woods on three sides. Even the front had a full complement 
of trees, revealing  just enough of the house to set off the 
jealousy meters in the neighbors. 

Brian silently counted as the men, laughing and smiling, 
left the vans and trooped into the house. Eight blacks and 
three whites. Eleven in all. Brian doubted that Kate could 
handle all eleven by herself, even given her youth and 
rumored sexual stamina. That left a couple of obvious, but 
bizarre, conclusions. But he didn't want to follow that 
train of thought just yet.

Ten minutes later a white Explorer pulled up and a beautiful 
blond got out. Michele Corvath. And dressed for a night out 
dancing, with a short black leather skirt, white blouse, 
white stockings and high heel shoes. She wouldn't be any 
more obvious if you'd painted "Come Fuck Me" on her 
forehead. A few minutes later two more wives from the 
subdivision showed up, also dressed to party. It looked like 
the card party had much higher stakes than Deb had 
mentioned.

Just the thought of what might be happening inside set 
Brian's dick to throbbing. He had to see for himself. He had 
to at least get a look inside, and if possible, actually go 
inside. The latter would take some doing. But getting a peek 
inside would be easy. But how to get up to the house without 
being spotted? In the end he took the back way in, parking 
on the other side of the woods and crossing a few backyards 
to approach the house from the rear. To his dismay, no one 
was in any of the back rooms. All the action appeared to be 
centered in the living room, which lay at the front of the 
house. Aided by the heavy shrubbery, he worked his way 
forward, finally able to look into the front room while 
still being near the front porch. 

Several more women had arrived, and they all sat somewhat 
nervously at the near end of the living room. The men had 
gathered in the kitchen, sharing in the drinks and food Kate 
Winslow had set out. Brian hadn't spotted his wife yet, and 
still wasn't sure whether he wanted to or not. He didn't 
have much time to dwell on it, though, because just then he 
heard the familiar "chirp, cheep, chirp, chroo," of her car 
alarm setting. An unexpected thrill shot through him. She 
was his ticket into the house. He just had to play it right.

"Looks like it's going to be some party," he said roughly as 
he pulled Deb from the porch and into the bushes. "Is Lord 
Boa your date for the day again?"

The shocked expression on her face revealed that his guesses 
had hit the nail on the head. This was to be no card party; 
it was going to be a sex party! He pressed his advantage, 
"You slut. The only way I'm going to let you go in there is 
if I go with you. So you better think of a way to get me in 
the front door, and then give me free reign to wander 
wherever I want. And you better think fast, or I'll put an 
end to this whole flyer guy thing with a few well-placed 
phone calls!"

"But, but I can't!" she whined. "The other women...no one's 
allowed..."

"You will!" Brian said harshly. "The other women understand 
the stakes and what will happen to them if their husbands 
find out. I doubt there's not one other husband who'll be as 
liberal and understanding as I've been. Hell, Michele's 
husband is such a bigot he'd probably divorce her on the 
spot. So you better find a reason for me to 'observe.' And 
make it a good one. Or else..." He left the threat dangling, 
not ready to share how far he'd go. Besides, he hadn't 
thought that far ahead.

Giving his wife a slap on the ass, he sent her into the 
house, then moved onto the porch. Now he'd see how good she 
was at improvising to save her skin. He knew he'd taken a 
risk. He had enough leverage to convince the women to let 
him in. The men, however, could just come out and beat the 
shit out of him. At eleven to one, it wouldn't take them 
long.

Two minutes later the door opened and his wife let him in. 
He allowed her to push him into the adjoining library; she 
obviously had some warnings for him. "They say you can come 
in. They say you can watch. The men all agreed too. But they 
all say that everything you see and hear today stays in 
here. The women know they can't enforce that rule. But the 
men say that if you screw up their good thing, they'll find 
you and kill you." She pushed close to him and repeated it 
with worry in her voice, "They said it just like that. 
They'll kill you."

He laughed, though a small flutter of fear tightened his 
heart. He'd expected the threat, and actually hadn't 
expected to be allowed inside. The very thought of seeing so 
many white women being screwed by so many big cocks 
immediately stiffened his own. Feigning more confidence than 
he felt, he reached under Deb's skirt and squeezed her 
pussy. "I'll be sure to stop by and see you," he promised, 
not surprised at all to find her sopping wet. "Now get back 
to your party. I can take care of myself."

He was in! And most of all, he had the chance to make the 
best of a bad situation. He thought about the women he'd 
seen in the living room. Many were from their own social 
circle, and he'd often fantasized about what they looked 
like under their expensive designer clothes. Which had fake 
boobs? Which dyed their hair? Which were wild women in bed, 
and which were submissive? Now he'd find out all that and 
more. Too bad there hadn't been a reason to bring a camera. 
He'd just have to commit it all to memory.

After stepping into the nearby bathroom for a little relief 
and underwear adjustment, Brian set off to take a tour of 
the home. He wasn't surprised to find that everyone had 
cleared out of the living room. These women weren't quite 
the type to go in for the group orgy thing, and the house 
certainly had enough rooms to accommodate everyone. He 
started in the smallest of the four bedrooms, where a blond 
woman he didn't recognize was dancing seductively for the 
black man laying on the bed. The man already had his cock 
out, lightly stroking it as the woman slowly removed her 
clothes. Brian saw that underneath her conservative dress 
she'd worn a come-fuck-me bustier and stocking set, complete 
with little buttons along the crotch for easier access. 
Though both glanced in his direction, they promptly ignored 
him. Obviously they were pre-occupied with other matters. 

By the end of her dance the woman had pushed down the 
bustier straps to reveal a very shapely set of boobs, with 
puffy nipples already fully erect. Pulling the woman down to 
him, the man latched onto one tit and then the other, 
stretching her soft flesh as he pulled and sucked on her 
hard nubs. Lust burning in his eyes, he pushed her head down 
and forced his thick cock into her mouth. Nearly as thick as 
a beer bottle, his ebony rod stretched her mouth to the 
limit, stifling any sounds she might be making. Heedless of 
her distress, he pushed even more of his fuck stick past her 
lips, purposely bouncing his hips to make her head snap back 
and forth. Finally he released her enough that she could get 
his cock out of her mouth, before smashing her face into his 
balls, demanding that she lick him until he came. Lapping 
madly at his sack, shaft and head, soon her face glistened 
with spit, sweat and pre-cum. Shifting her body to put her 
tongue in a better position, she wound up twisted so that 
Brian could watch her pussy lips flexing as she bent to her 
task. He longed to see that fat black cock pierce her slit. 
Soon, though, it became obvious that the man wanted nothing 
more than a blowjob, and that without being able to properly 
suck his cock, the climax would be a long time coming.

Feigning patience, Brian stepped down to the next bedroom. 
This proved much more exciting as Steph Kinney lay on the 
bed taking it from behind from a thin black dude. Her face a 
rictus of pleasure and pain, Steph managed to cast a glare 
his way before shutting her eyes and tensing her body 
against the man banging away behind her. Stretched out in 
this position her already small breasts were barely 
recognizable as tits at all, save for the hard nubs of her 
nipples poking out. But Brian already knew she was small-
breasted, having clearly seen the outlines of her tits 
through her wet t-shirt at a raucous barbecue. What he 
really wanted to see was her ass. And he couldn't do that 
from the doorway. 

Watching the man carefully, Brian made his way into the 
room. 

"You the husband that done found out?" the man asked him, 
not breaking his rhythm in the least.

"Yeah," Brian answered, coming around the bed until he could 
watch the black stick sliding in and out of Steph's big red 
pussy.

"You remember what we tole you. Don't fuck this up for us, 
or you a dead man. Don't take much to do it. Ain't no big 
thing, either. I'd do it myself, if they want. So you can 
creep around lookin' and watchin'. Fuck, you can even join 
in. Sloppy seconds, you know? The homes don't care. But jes 
don't fuck this up. I like my white meat too much for that."

Brian nodded, then turned his attention to the thin, long 
cock ramming deep into her fuck socket. Suddenly the man 
pulled out, raising startled protestations. "Shut up, 
bitch," he snapped at her, "before I go find someone else. 
"Now I gotta whip your ass before I fuck your brains out." 
With that he raised his hand high and brought it down hard 
on the fat part of her ass, her cry echoing the sound of the 
slap. Below the wicked hand imprint on her ass Brian could 
see the folds of her cunt spasming wildly. She was having an 
orgasm! Brian smiled as he noted the fullness of her cunt 
mound and the length of her slit. He'd guessed that tiny tit 
Steph would have a big fat gash. Brian watched as she 
received several more bone rattling swats before flipping 
over and spreading her legs for her chocolate lover. He 
moved enough to see the man's thin cock penetrate her pussy 
lips before disappearing deep in her hot slot. He guessed 
the guy would be about eight inches long. Respectable. But 
not as impressive as Lord Boa.

Heading toward the third bedroom he glanced into the 
bathroom on his right, then did a double-take. Inside, his 
wife Debbi frantically sucked the blood-fattened cock of a 
stocky, red-haired white guy, while simultaneously fucking 
herself with a toilet brush handle. He could barely hear her 
slurps and gasps, so much did the man's thick cock fill her 
mouth. Again and again the angry red flesh disappeared 
between her lips, only to reappear slimy and wet, covered in 
small red scores made by her teeth. As she bobbed her head 
and crammed as much of him into her mouth as possible, she 
did the same with the brush handle, shoving it deep inside 
her and twisting it back and forth. Slick with her juices 
well up the shaft, it nonetheless looked like a painful tool 
to use on herself. But when Brian checked her eyes for some 
plea for help, he instead saw a mixture of shame and lust. 
Obviously he'd have to pick up a toilet brush on the way 
home. 

In the third bedroom he found two women teaming up on a 
well-muscled and scarred black stud. One he knew, Anne Marie 
Caswell, an auburn haired beauty with a petite build in 
everything except her tits. He'd often fantasized about what 
it'd be like to fuck those tits. Now he could watch it being 
done, as the black man, who he'd call Scar, pressed his huge 
cock between her sexy jugs. The other woman, a blond he 
didn't know, kept busy by licking his cock as it appeared 
from between her tits, keeping the whole endeavor as slick 
and slippery as possible. Unfortunately, the whole show 
lasted just a few strokes longer. That's when the man pushed 
the two women into position leaning side by side over the 
bed. First he fucked Anne Marie doggy-style for a while, and 
then moved over to the other woman. Back and forth he went, 
never staying in one cunt for longer than 10 strokes. Unlike 
the lesbian models found on the web, these two women 
studiously ignored each other, except to glance over when it 
was their turn to be fucked. So big and thick was he, and so 
tight were they, that Brian could actually hear a small pop 
each time the man pulled his poker out of their pussy. As 
with most of the other women, they appeared blissfully 
unaware that he was watching them. Or that his very stiff 
dick was threatening to burst out from his shorts at any 
time.

Turning into the family room he found Michele Corvath 
receiving the fucking of her life. Though bucking up and 
down and gasping desperately, she was pinned to the floor by 
a nine-inch, hose-thick python, wielded by an ebony body-
builder equally massive and strong. Fascinated, Brian could 
see her pussy stretch and flex as it fought to accommodate 
his cock. And when he took a particularly shallow stroke, he 
thought he could see the head traveling just below her toned 
skin, like a groundhog burrowing through the soil. Even as 
he fucked her savagely, he kept one hand free to paw her 
tits and twist her nipples. With every stroke her heel-clad 
feet beat a sharp tattoo against the floor, and she'd arch 
her back in total submission to the monster within her. Just 
as Brian turned to go, the man withdrew from her cunt and 
began jacking off, assisted by Michele's fumbling fingers. A 
stream of cum shot from the head with fire-hose intensity, 
splattering her face, neck, tits and stomach. Two more shots 
added to the creamy glop on her body, making it look like 
someone had poured a pitcher of milk all over her. As she 
eagerly scooped it onto her fingers and then into her mouth, 
the man stuck his cock back inside her, fucking her some 
more and causing her to squirm with delight. 

Desperately turned on, Brian staggered into the kitchen to 
find Jellese Stuart taking it doggy style on top of the 
kitchen table. Crouching on hands and knees, ass canted in 
the air, and a black python violently splitting her ass 
cheeks, she looked as wanton and cheap as a drunk sorority 
girl. Raven haired, big breasted and nicely rounded, Jellese 
had long been on Brian's fantasy list. Though he longer to 
pull his now hardened cock out and stick it between her 
moaning lips, he could only lean against the counters and 
watch someone else slam into her hot, wet pussy. With each 
stroke her big tits scraped along the table, her nipples 
bouncing against the hard surface. Her juices, sweat and cum 
splattered the table top, leaking from her cunt with every 
backstroke. Her moans grew louder and more frantic until she 
spasmed like she'd been branded by an iron. Weakened by the 
shattering orgasm, she could barely keep her balance on the 
table. Abruptly releasing his long, pulsing rod from her 
hole, the man took two steps and stuffed it in her face. 
Eagerly slurping and licking her cum from the slimy shaft, 
she gobbled at the head while squeezing and fondling his 
sack and balls. His orgasm filled her mouth so fast that she 
couldn't swallow it all, and Brian was again treated to the 
sight of a happy, cum-splashed face. As he left Jellese was 
already begging for more. 

Surrounded by so much sex Brian had to relieve a little of 
the pressure he felt between his legs. But where could he 
go? What room wasn't occupied by one of his wife's friends 
indulging in some big cock? He didn't want to attract the 
attention of the men, or interrupt the women, by rubbing 
himself in their sight. But he needed to do something now! 
Leaning against a wall, he looked back into the family room, 
where Michele was still getting an after sex fuck. What the 
hell! He'd go for it. Reaching down, he unzipped his pants 
and freed his completely erect cock. He could feel that some 
pre-cum had already wet his shorts. After just a few soft 
strokes another glob of it welled up from his dick slit. 
Using the palm of his hand he rubbed it up and down his 
shaft. The lubrication felt exquisite! Maybe he could jack 
off while watching Michele get pounded? The thought of 
spurting his cum all over the floor felt exciting.

"Careful you don't hurt someone with that," said a male 
voice.

It startled him so much that he let go of his dick, leaving 
it to bob and sway in plain sight. He turned to see the red-
headed guy who'd fucking Debbi, now wearing only a pair of 
boxers and a big grin. 

"I mean, you don't want to poke someone's eye out, do ya?" 
The man continued down the hall, leaving behind a smart-ass 
snicker and an embarrassed Brian. All kidding aside, Brian 
knew that he just had to get some relief, one way or the 
other. He didn't think any of these women would help. But 
maybe his wife would?

He found her still sitting in the small bathroom looking 
worn and haggard, the toilet brush discarded and her clothes 
strewn all over the floor.

"You look like you could use a break," he remarked, watching 
the gobs of cum congeal on her chin, chest and hair. "But I 
want you to take care of something before you rest," he 
added, looking meaningfully down at the tent in his pants.

"But, but I can't," Debbi pleaded. "There's no time. Someone 
new will be coming soon." She knew as soon as she said it 
that she'd left him an opening.

"Yes, someone will be cumming. Me. I have no idea what you 
can do to make up for cheating on our deal," he said 
angrily. "But I know you owe me this, at least. You owe me."

Pulling his dick from his pants, he pressed it against her 
face. As she sucked it into her mouth, Brian felt like his 
knees were about to give way. Her mouth, incredibly, felt 
cool on his skin, as if his cock was hotter and harder than 
humanly possible. Her tongue glided over his head and shaft 
like a velvet glove, every movement sending sparks deep into 
his balls. He ordered her to suck on him hands-free, telling 
her to occupy herself with a little self-stimulation. 
Looking down, he watched his cock disappear again and again 
into her wet, warm mouth, while below that her hands twisted 
and pulled on her tits and nipples. 

Knees shaking and balls quivering, Brian pulled his wife's 
head hard against his body, shoving all of his rigid cock 
into her mouth. The feeling of the crown scraping the back 
of her throat triggered him off, and he sent torrent after 
torrent of cum straight down her gullet. So explosive was 
his orgasm that he nearly collapsed to the floor, held 
upright only by his hands on her shoulders and her firm grip 
on his cock.

His urgent need had drained away. But his anger remained. 
Wiping his cum-covered cock on her face and hair he said, "I 
hope the next guy gives you a good fuck. Cuz when we get 
home, I'm gonna fuck you up good!"

Stalking from the room, he kept his back straight and his 
walk steady until he came to the empty living room, where he 
collapsed upon the couch. What should be the best day of his 
life certainly felt like the worst. While getting to watch 
so many couples fuck certainly qualified as a success, he 
could feel his marriage rapidly slipping away. Would it be 
better if he just left right now, and didn't mention a thing 
when Debbi got home? What if he grabbed her and took her 
home with him? Her eyes had already given him the answer. 
He'd seen that look when she'd been desperate for Lord Boa. 
He'd seen it again in the bathroom sucking on Red's big 
cock. It was the look of an addict. The look of someone who 
would do anything, sell out anyone, just to get a fix. But 
he hadn't seen it when she sucked him off. That said it all, 
right there. 

So should he leave? Just chuck it all and take off? It 
wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't help, either. But... But he had 
as much interest now in seeing these high-class women get 
screwed with big black pricks as he had before. Maybe more 
of an interest, now that he really felt no guilt. None at 
all.

Heading back to the kitchen he passed several guys along the 
way. Though none were particularly friendly, neither were 
they menacing. They just acted like guys who had something 
to do and were intent on getting it done. Brian could see 
where they'd have that attitude. 

He found out later how they worked the pairing system. Prior 
to the beginning each woman would be sent to a particular 
room. As punishment, his wife had been given the bathroom, 
the smallest available room. The men then selected the room 
names from a jar. On side one they had their first stop. On 
side two they had their second stop. What woman you got was 
the luck of the draw. And since there were more women than 
men, some lucky guys got two women. After both visits were 
over, it became a free for all, with any willing and capable 
men pairing up with any willing women. But everything had to 
cut off at 3:00, so the mothers in the group could be home 
in time to greet their children after school. A real equal-
opportunity, family values sort of party.

In the kitchen Jellese knelt welcoming her new lover, 
happily slobbering over his sack and knob. The thickly built 
cock matched its thickly built owner, and Brian could see 
Jellese already anticipating taking it into her dripping 
pussy. But for now the man seemed content to let her suck 
him off, so Brian continued through the kitchen, feeling 
somewhat robbed of the chance to see her gaping cunt again.

He forgot his disappointment in the adjacent laundry room. 
His next door neighbor, Claudia Tomas, lay stripped and 
spread eagle on the floor as a short, heavy black man ate 
her out. Brian had to smile at the look she gave him when 
she noticed him. Aware of her attention, he let his gaze 
linger on her body, taking in every intimate curve, crevice 
and contour. He'd briefly spied her tits before as she 
changed in her bedroom. But now he could fully appreciate 
their voluptuous beauty. The heavy mounds. The pink caps. 
The coral nips. The way her skin blushed from face to 
cleavage as he soaked up the sight of her. Her stomach he 
knew from various summer events, as she always wore bare 
midriff outfits. Letting his gaze wander lower, he was 
surprised to find that she'd shaved off all her pubic hair, 
save for a small strip just above her slit. The whole area 
was wet and glistening from the man's saliva and her juices, 
and from the way she unconsciously thrust her hips up, she 
was enjoying every lick. 

"Want a closer look?" the man unexpectedly asked him. Did 
he! You can look but can't touch, the man warned as Brian 
changed positions with him, kneeling between her swaying 
knees. Her pussy looked small and virginal, though the lips 
were full and engorged. The man gently parted the folds so 
Brian could see her pink walls, and another touch revealed 
her clit peeking out from its protective hood. 

"How does she taste?" Brian asked, both to make conversation 
and to further embarrass his mortified neighbor. The man 
said she tasted not as bad as some, having a bit of a fishy 
taste but with a pleasant sweetness to it. Brian continued 
to banter with the guy, asking about her responsiveness, her 
fucking abilities, and whether she sucked as well as she 
looked. All the while the man continued to finger and probe 
her, giving Brian a good look at all her most intimate 
spots, and causing Claudia to redden like a tomato. Finally 
they switched places again, and the man bent back to his 
task, the red of his tongue matching the red of her tunnel, 
in direct contrast to the black of his skin against the 
white of her folds. Brian paused again to gaze down at her 
tits and enjoy the distraught look on her face, even as she 
writhed against the tongue probing her inner canal. He knew, 
and knew that she knew, that he'd be remembering this scene 
for years to come. That's what she got for being such a 
tease.

Heading for the back of the house, he heard a scream come 
from behind the door that led downstairs. At the bottom of 
the stairs he found not one but three couples scattered 
about the room. He didn't know the woman closest to him, but 
he doubted she was in her right mind anyway. It'd been she 
who screamed, probably due to the introduction of a thick 
black cock right in the entrance of her ass. She whimpered 
continuously as the man pressed his eight-incher into her 
asshole, stretching her skin and muscles so far it seemed 
like she might split open. 

Bent over another couch Jill Marisco was taking it doggy 
style, a thin nine inches pistoning in and out of her pussy 
while she cradled her head in her arms, moaning softly. 
Looking closely, Brian saw faint scars under her tits. He'd 
suspected that she'd had a boob job and now had his proof. 
Watching the two of them proved to be boring, though. He man 
never varied his rhythm, and Jill never lifted her face from 
her arms. She appeared to be content to take it from behind 
for the rest of the day. 

The sound of mewing and slurping from the back of the 
basement caught Brian's attention. It came from behind a 
sheet that'd been rigged on a clothesline. Approaching 
stealthily, Brian pushed one edge to the side and peeked in. 
There, enthusiastically sucking a hard black dick, knelt 
Heather Winslow, Kate's 18-year-old stepdaughter! She'd 
gotten her daughter involved in this black orgy? Shocked, 
though not enough to leave, Brian watched as the girl did 
her best to cram the thick cock into her small mouth. Though 
obviously not too inexperienced, her bumbling efforts soon 
annoyed the man, who pushed her to the floor and then 
crouched between her legs. As he got ready to split her 
slit, she brazenly gazed up at Brian, pulling on her tiny 
tits and bouncing her tight ass off the ground. Her cocky 
smile disappeared momentarily when the man slashed into her, 
grinding his cock in to the hilt. Gasping at the brutal 
intrusion, she had no more time to flirt with Brian and 
occupied herself with enjoying the thick monster currently 
rubbing her cunt raw. Staked to the floor by a huge black 
pole, she could only squirm around, squealing with delight 
every time he pulled it out and shoved it back in. As petite 
as she was, Brian wondered how much more she could take. 
Just then she twisted her body to bring her legs up between 
them, exposing all of her cunt to the pile-driver above her. 
Now the man could reach her innermost depths, and she panted 
with the pleasure and effort. As he turned to leave, she 
pursed her lips and blew him a kiss, before turning back to 
concentrate on the next violet thrust.

Heather Winslow? Brian shook his head as he climbed the 
stairs. He'd watched the girl grow into a little 
heartbreaker, shedding her baby fat to reveal smooth hips, a 
nice ass and small though succulent tits. Obviously she took 
after her mother, with the attitude that men would do 
anything to get between her legs. Brian decided to head for 
the master bedroom in search of the stacked but flighty 
step-mom Winslow.

He found Mrs. Winslow not in the bedroom but in the master 
bath, partaking of some black meat with the man who owned 
Lord Boa. Though he'd never actually met the man, this was 
the guy he'd caught fucking his wife so many months ago. He 
still didn't know the man's name, but he knew the name of 
the ten-inch, wrist-thick black appendage between his legs: 
Lord Boa. Named after the snake and just as powerful, Lord 
Boa was the one cock that all these women  dreamed about, 
and that all were willing to lie, cheat and steal to get 
their hands on. Kate Winslow, as hostess, evidently got Lord 
Boa all to herself for the day. Not that it meant anything. 
The man behind the snake held all the cards. And all her 
attention.

Standing in a suds-filled bathtub, Kate was bent at the 
waist, her mouth stretched over the massive crown while the 
man held her upright. They'd evidently just finished a long 
and taxing blowjob, as both were covered in sweat, and 
Kate's entire body trembled from the effort. Sparing no more 
than a glance his way, the man led Kate past Brian and into 
the bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, he pulled his big-titted 
prize to the mattress, kissing her wetly while he fondled 
her boobs and pussy. Putting one hand around his wicked 
shaft, she pumped and stroked it, her fingers covering no 
more than a third of his length. Panting and gasping, she 
begged him to put it inside her. When he finally did, it 
took many long seconds for his snake to disappear all the 
way into her hole. Her animal cry lasted the entire time. 

As with the other women, Brian tried to commit to memory the 
many details of the hot sex playing out before him. Her 
hooded, lust-filled eyes. The way she sounded as she begged 
to be fucked. The shudders and tremors coursing through her 
double-d tits. The tempting color of her hard nipples. The 
shivers of her stomach as small orgasms pelted her. The 
harsh contrast between his ebony skin and her pale skin. The 
size, shape and color of her cunt. And the sight of such a 
fat, black snake sliding in and out of her, sucking out her 
juices with each noisy stroke, until both were covered in a 
sparkling sheen of cunt nectar. 

He took it all in, not embarrassed to be staring, not caring 
about looking cool or detached. He stared fascinated, 
understanding for the first time the addiction he was up 
against. Kate Winslow had everything a big-titted, slow-
witted bimbo could want. A big house, expensive cars, long 
vacations, social status, and a husband who probably rarely 
called on her to spread her legs for him. And probably never 
asked her to engage in anything really kinky. When he died, 
she'd inherit millions. But if he caught her at this, and 
divorced her, the pre-nup limited her to less than 200 
grand. This he knew as a fact, straight from Paul's lips at 
a New Years Eve party. If she was risking all that just for 
some big, black cock, what could he offer to keep Debbi in 
line? 

He turned away in dismay. He needed someplace to sit and 
collect his thoughts. Heading into the hallway he staggered 
against the wall and almost fell. He felt dizzy, light-
headed. His cock ached, so stiff it was painful. Was the 
stress, and the blood loss, actually affecting his mind? He 
needed to find a couch to sit down and gather his wits. He 
turned left into the library. There a woman he didn't know 
lay spread eagle, taking it in her slit from a blond, white 
guy with an enormously thick dick. Her eyes looked vacant, 
as if in a trance. Only the way she squeezed her fingernails 
into her palms revealed the pleasure, or pain, she was 
experiencing. He spun out, turning next into another 
bathroom, where he encountered Margo Brown dripping in cum, 
courtesy of a massive ejaculation from the black cock she 
was now licking clean. She looked dirty, disgusting, tawdry. 

He staggered away. In room after room he saw white women - 
his friends' wives, PTA mothers, Girl Scout leaders - 
cavorting, pandering and begging for a thick black cock to 
fulfill their needs, to push the pleasure buttons buried 
deep inside their cunts. They were slut wives of the 
cheapest and filthiest sort. Where the slut wives he'd read 
about might share their obsession with their husbands, who 
were in on their plans, these women snuck around, deceiving 
their families and themselves. They had no self-control. 
They'd given up their dignity and respect in search of a 
simple physical pleasure. He stuck his head in room after 
room, nearly running now, searching for Debbi. He needed to 
get her out of this place, away from this madness.

The ordered civility of the earlier couplings had broken 
down. In one room he found two black men banging away at a 
petite woman, one pinning her from above and one thrusting 
into her mouth. In another room two women licked and sucked 
a single black snake, fighting over and then sharing the cum 
oozing from its tip. In the master bedroom Kate Winslow lay 
spread-eagle on the bed while another woman sucked on her 
clit, who in turn was receiving a good fucking from another 
long black stick. It was the first real sign of lesbianism, 
though probably not the only one. Women were now staggering 
from room to room; unabashedly naked, cum-covered and 
exhausted. They gazed at him with eyes both wild and dull. 
Two women groped his crotch as he passed. He twisted away 
and strode on. 

He took the basement stairs two at a time. He expected to 
find an orgy in full swing, multiple cocks in multiple holes 
with cum splattering everywhere. He expected to find Debbi 
in the middle of it. To his relief and consternation only 
empty couches greeted him. Where had they gone? Where was 
Debbi? Heart pounding, he collapsed onto the couch where 
just an hour before a woman had gotten ass-fucked by a 
gigantic black cock. His own cock throbbed so hard he could 
feel it vibrating. Glancing around self-consciously, he 
pulled it free and stared at it. The rigid shaft, the purple 
crown, a thick stem pulsing to his heartbeat. He'd never 
really believed that size didn't matter. Not really. And now 
he knew for sure. And his wife was rejecting him because of 
it. Because of something he couldn't change. 

"Weird, isn't it?" Brian nearly jumped out of his skin at 
the woman's voice in his ear. No, not a woman, but a girl. 
Heather. Kate's daughter. He started to color until he 
noticed she wasn't looking at his crotch but at his face. 

"What's going on upstairs, I mean. It's weird," she said 
conversationally, joining him on the couch as naturally as 
could be, as if his hard hot cock wasn't sticking straight 
out of his pants. And as if her young, unblemished body 
wasn't completely open and naked to him. He could see the 
soft, fresh folds of her pussy, for God's sake. "The first 
two parties I was up there with them, fucking and sucking 
like a madwoman. I'd be so sore I could barely walk through 
the halls at school!" She laughed at the thought. "But now I 
know that there's always next time. So I just sit down here 
and listen to the sounds of them moving from room to room, 
trying to guess who's doing what to who."

He didn't know what to say to that. Should he commiserate? 
Laugh with her? Lecture her? He stared down at his dick, 
past it, imagining it bigger, longer, thicker, harder, more 
powerful. Even in the cool basement air, even in the stress 
of the moment, it stayed hard. That was worth something, 
wasn't it? He melted back into the couch when her lips first 
touched the crown, not surprised at all. As her lips dipped 
up and down on him, her tongue swathing him in warmth and 
wetness, he studied the bare curve of her back, the smooth, 
unblemished softness of her skin. He had enough of his 
common sense left to wonder and then remember that she was 
eighteen, and had been for months. He'd never let her 
proceed otherwise. 

She shifted round to face him, kneeling on the floor between 
his legs. Her fingers cradled his drawn up sack even as she 
sucked his shaft with greater passion. Though her teeth 
occasionally raked his sensitive skin, she had a natural 
skill at finding and stimulating his hot buttons with her 
tongue and lips. He barely felt the stud in her tongue, 
though he sometimes caught a flash of gold when she 
repositioned her mouth around his dick. She pulled herself 
up his body, placing fevered kisses on his groin, his 
stomach, his chest. Teasing his nipples with her tongue and 
teeth. Nibbling his earlobe. Finding his lips. 

He pulled her against him crushingly, cramming his tongue 
inside her mouth, raping it, sucking her tongue, licking the 
stud. His hands found her ass, his fingers sliding along the 
crack, stopping only when they encountered the bottom folds 
of her slit. He fingered it, strummed it, wanting to invade, 
not with this digit, but with another. 

"Follow me," she breathed into his ear, disengaging and 
leading him behind the curtain, to the mattress. She 
stripped him quickly, efficiently, her lips leaving his cock 
only when necessary. As he lay face up, she stood above him 
like a new, adventurous goddess. Smooth, muscled thighs led 
up to her bare slit, the folds just becoming engorged, 
waiting for something. Waiting for him. Above that, her 
stomach flowed inexorably up to firm, cone-shaped teen tits, 
her puffy nipples distended and hard. Tearing his gaze away, 
Brian saw her looking down at him with bemusement, 
compassion and greed. Grasping her calves, he pulled her 
down on him, his breath catching as her tight twat encased 
his cock in a steamy heat, like walking into a hot sauna. 
"We're not supposed to deal with you," she murmured, smiling 
like a child disobeying her parents. 

She rode him for several minutes, leaning forward often to 
rub her clit against his rigid cock. He watched her 
intently, reaching up to fondle her tits, or back to caress 
her ass, or down to flick her clit. She seemed delighted by 
that; perhaps no one had thought to pleasure her that way. 
She came, spasming hard, little high-pitched screams 
tumbling from her mouth. Brian wondered if she'd give up 
now, if she was as selfish as the women upstairs. Barely 
calming from her ride, she pulled him over and up, so he now 
pinned her to the mattress with his cock. Grateful, and 
horny as hell, he began to pound into her. As she had with 
her black lover, she stretched her legs up and under his 
chest, giving him full access to her hot, slick cunt. He 
smashed himself in, burying his cock deep in her folds, 
until even his balls landed deep in her valley. As he felt 
the pressure beginning to build, he discovered he had no 
need to dominate this girl. His cum would enter her just 
where it left him...deep in her cunt. When he came the 
ferocity surprised even him. He wanted to scream, to weep, 
to pound the air in triumph. Instead he eased her legs back 
and collapsed on her, his dick still in her slit. "Thank 
you," he whispered.

Back in the car, Brian took a moment to calm his shaking 
nerves. He'd finally found Debbi in a walk-in closet, 
smiling triumphantly as cum rolled down a massive black cock 
and over her fingers. She'd given no sign that she even 
recognized him. He knew he could take her from the house, 
force her to get dressed and drive home with him. But he 
could tell that he'd never save her from her addiction. She 
didn't want saving. Which left only one question. Was their 
marriage worth saving?