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It's about me, Duke, Lance, and Jane, my wife, and how we all handled the events of those exciting post-prison days. This is their story... * I lived in an old white house perched snugly between old and majestic Oak trees on a gentle and sloping hill. I had been back in my upscale suburban New York City home for about six months. I was home after my two event filled years at Lions Mountain prison. The two years were still very fresh in my memory. Jane, my wife, had not pestered me with questions as to my personal experiences whilst I was behind the wall in upstate New York. I was grateful for her reticence. Both Jane and I were working assiduously at reacquainting ourselves with one another. I slowly resumed some if not all of my pre prison activities. Jane busied herself with women's clubs, gardening, and shopping for haute couture fashions in the city. Brian, my fourteen year old son had gone off to live with a cousin. We thought his mom and I could have more quality time unfettered by the distractions an adolescent boy could offer. I was falling in love all over again with my lovely wife of fifteen years. With re-acquired objectivity I was growing to appreciate just how attractive Jane was. At five six and one hundred and thirty pounds topped off with a 36B set of tits plus a beautifully coifed head of chemically enhanced 'blonde' hair and a pair of piercing green eyes she was undeniably stunning. Think Faye Dunaway as to her countenance. Now in her mid thirties she was blossoming into a certified MILF. Jane was both cultured and well educated. She received an M.A. in art history from Vassar. We were thoroughly enjoying our quality time. Jane was learning to cook due to my somewhat reduced financial circumstances. Her new expertise with pots and pans was startling. I especially enjoyed her cooking ensemble: High heels, panties, bra, covered with a large frilly cotton apron. I made a habit of sneaking up behind her when she was preparing a meal. I would nuzzle her perfumed neck whilst rubbing her ample panty covered buttocks with my aroused penis. She would giggle in sweet innocence at my lewd entreaties. Little did I suspect a deep dark truth about Jane and I would soon be made chillingly clear to both of us. This particular evening found Jane off to visit her mother in the city. I had planned on a night of relaxing and watching football on television. I went to the window and parted the white lace curtains. I looked into a dark cold winter night. Thunder clapped and lightning streaked across a cold black sky. I felt snug and safe within the walls of my upscale suburban home. The doorbell's shrill tone announced a visitor. I abruptly awoke from my brief reverie. "Yo my nigger." Lance chortled. Yes, it was Lance my former cellmate from Lions Mountain. The past is always present I silently thought. "What the fuck?" I responded hesitatingly. After the shock of seeing my quondam nigger master from prison wore off we were chatting in my tastefully appointed livingroom. I couldn't help but notice Lance had maintained his impressive 6' 2" 230 pound frame magnificently. He had evidently not missed a day lifting weights in the yard. Under his heavy winter coat he wore a tight black cotton shirt and a pair of baggy work jeans. His spectacularly muscled torso threatened to burst the seams of his fraying shirt. "Well it looks like you and that foxy wife of yours are doing real fine." Lance commented as his gaze took in my comparatively lavish home. "We're doing well Lance, hows by you." I sheepishly responded. "I'm gonna need a place to stay for a while." Lance said matter-of-factly. Lance pulled his head back and openly laughed at my look of confusion and fear. "Don't worry Dukie baby." Lance said behind a broad toothy grin. "I'll be a well behaved bunky." He was sitting splay legged on my light blue suede couch. He casually but deliberately brushed his crotch as he drank down the cognac I had poured for him. He loudly smacked his lips as he told me it had been quite a spell since he had a good drink. I attempted to explain to him how awkward it would be to have him live with me and my wife. How would I explain him? Would Jane find out about my perverted exploits at Lions Mountain? I grew concerned. I patiently told Lance of my reservations. He assured me he would be the very embodiment of discretion on 'sensitive' subjects. He allowed it wouldn't be in his best interest to let that perverted cat out of the bag. "Besides Dukie baby we could have some good nigger fun when wifey ain't around." Lance laughed loudly. I swallowed noticeably. Lance stopped laughing and smiled threateningly at me. I got his unstated message. Go along and he'd be discreet, don't and he'd find a way to muck up my smooth life with Jane. I quickly thought through all my apparent options. Not one option didn't include a part where no matter what I did my life would get very complicated. We discussed at length our respective lives since prison. Lance lugged in a large suitcase from my front porch. No formal stated assent from me was needed. Lance had come to stay. Between us we had consumed one liter of cognac. My now uninhibited imagination danced around what Lance had termed "nigger fun." My heart raced a bit and my penis hardened. Shit! I thought. I hadn't left behind my penchant for strong black men and big hard black cock. My stay at Lions Mountain had affected a sea-change in my sexuality. My lower lip quivered. Lance looked at me, winked and smiled evilly. He spread his legs wide and suggestively. His memorable cock was aroused and jutting straight up through his baggy pants. I was breathing heavily. Lance pulled at his zipper. Oh fuck I thought. Just when I had figured all that crazy white slave boy nigger worshipping stuff was behind me. I was now being pulled back into a dark area of my life I presumed I'd never visit again. I closed my eyes as tears welled up in them. "Where's your bathroom?" Lance asked. "Through there on the right." I said pointing to the right. I was directing his attention to the master bedroom. Lance arose and headed for the master bath. I saw his absurdly large erection tent his otherwise loose fitting pants. Old feelings as well as new ones sparked through my alcohol soaked imagination. Having this nigger Adonis in my house, the one I shared with my wife was giving rise to sick perverted fantasies. "C'mere Dukie baby." I heard Lance yell. I took a deep breath as I obeyed Lance's directive. The bathroom door was ajar. I saw Lance as he shook off a few drops of piss from his python penis. Just the sight of it brought 5th tier memories cascading through my mind. He saw me staring unabashedly at his cock. Lance laughed once again. I opened my dry mouth to say something. Lance raised his huge right hand quickly. I spasmodically put up my left hand in a defensive gesture. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I was conditioned to expect a smack when Lance made this move. He grabbed me by the left ear. With one harsh yank he had me bending and screeching. "Owwww." I winced in pain. "Where do you and Jane sleep?" Lance inquired brusquely. I tentatively pointed towards my bedroom. With two large strides Lance was through my bedroom threshold. I was firmly attached to him by my ear. He flung me hard. I landed on my bed. I slowly rubbed my sore red ear. "Did I hurt Dukie baby?" Lance asked without a note of sincerity. Before I had a chance to answer he slapped me hard across the face. He had undone his belt. He was pulling his fly open. His pants fell to his ankles. His bright red bikini briefs did little to restrain his burgeoning cock. Lance had my full attention now. The slap had knocked the cognac from my thought processes. His beautiful black cock was at full mast. It was every bit as large as I remembered it. His ten inch meat missile stood erect and proudly past his navel. In reflex I licked my dry lips. "You remember the black snake dontya Dukie?" Lance growled as he grabbed at his cock and pulled the foreskin back. A silly grin was my only response. "Sure ya do." Lance said smugly. I had dreamed of the black snake many nights as my wife slept quietly next to me. As I looked intently into Lance's crotch my heart sank and my dick grew aroused. "Take care of my pants white boy. Lance commanded I scampered to the floor. I rapidly untied his shoes and removed his socks. I pulled his warm aromatic briefs away. He kicked his clothes under my bed. I stood up and pulled at the hem of his frayed shirt. His powerful manly chest was in my face. I inhaled his masculine essence. Lance's self assurance was so complete he didn't have to raise his voice to dominate all those around him. My gaze was one of frighteningly pitiless admiration and joy. Lance had a chiseled stateliness to his physique both males and females could appreciate. The wretched truth I felt was about to be revealed. Our moments together on the 5th tier were now recalled with proustean clarity. It was a shimmering transcendent ideal not easily ignored. Lance stood firm in my bedroom. He was completely naked. The only light illuminating his breathtaking body was the odd diffuse ambient moonlight now drifting in through the silk curtains that hung in my bedroom. Lance was a caricature of a manly physique. I gasped loud enough for him to hear. My god he was one superb male specimen I mused to myself. This dark and dangerous animal was quite simply, irresistible. I was literally, visibly shaking all over. Lance's powerful and obvious muscles flexed. His shoulders were exceedingly broad as his waist was narrow. Like the tongue returns to where the tooth has been: I - unbeckoned - began to remove my clothing. I knew Lance liked his white boy bitches to be totally naked as they served him. I was now ready to be his bitch and start serving him once again. I pulled my white briefs over a wet and angry five inch pecker. I knelt subserviently in front of Lance's monstrous ten inch black cock. I was overcome with the rush of needing to be denigrated by this forceful and domineering nigger boss. As if on cue Lance spoke. "You're a fucken pig Duke and so is your cunt wife and fag son." I glanced downward and nodded in the affirmative. His large callused hands clutched my head forcefully. In a much practiced motion my mouth opened widely. Lance swayed his hips forward. His bone hard cock entered my drooling accepting mouth. I suddenly felt my throat full of hard black cock. I kept my hands at my sides. Lance rammed his turgid lovestick in and out of my receptive mouth. I had to breathe entirely through my nose. I heard my telephone ring. It went unanswered as the machine picked the call up. I heard my wife's sweet voice tell the caller to leave a message and we'd get right back. "Suck that black cock you white piece of shit." Lance bellowed. I slowly picked up my hands. I placed them gently on Lance's ripped powerful thighs. Lance smiled broadly as he looked down at me. I lifted my face. I made and held eye contact with Lance. He placed his hand under my chin and pulled my face further up. "Look at me cocksucker." Lance ordered. I knew Lance needed to see the full face of any white boy who was servicing him. I kept my head at the angle Lance had moved it to. Under Lance's close scrutiny, I now sucked his immense cock ever more fervently. "We don't wanna let wifey find out you're a fag cocksucker do we Dukie?" Lance questioned. I didn't remove his stone hard cock from my pliant soft mouth. I just shook my head in the negative. My small pinkish penis stood erect. I only interrupted my oral ministrations to occasionally lick and lap at his swollen balls or his tree trunk thighs. "You given that bitch wife all she needs Duke?" Lance questioned. I didn't know how to answer so I just grunted. I had always assumed Jane and I had a satisfactory sex life. You know as the saying goes I didn't get any complaints. Now in the bedroom I shared with Jane I grew doubtful about my assumption. How could she be satisfied with my meager boy cock when a bull like Lance could give her so much more? "You look so good down there on your knees with a nigger's cock in your mouth Dukie." Lance said. In response I scrunched down and lapped and licked his nut sack and perineum. "No doubt she loves that pinky dick of yours." Lance laughed. His laugh was heartfelt and earnest. I continued the blowjob undeterred. I knew from my 5th tier experiences my penis was not the smallest of white dicks around. I had seen even smaller there. None of course were as large as our nigger bosses. Row after row of white boys on their backs or knees as we all serviced our black masters. That was the 5th tier. Back then I felt kind of sorry for the fairly well endowed white boys. For they had an ostensible masculinity to surrender and lose. I and most white boys there had very little and we gave it up in a flash anyway. So the concept of white inferiority was brought home to me and reinforced on the testosterone driven 5th tier nights. I wondered silently how Jane would respond to our nigger house-guest. The mere entrance of Jane into my thoughts as I serviced the giant black cock before me naked on my knees only served to make my dick harder. My cocksucking grew even more ardent and pronounced. Lance's remarkable cock was topped off by a condignly large knob of a crown. It pulled my lips outward as he pulled his hips away from me. Lance bent lower. His cock remained in my mouth as I bent with him. Suddenly Lance was lighting a small cylindrical piece of glass. I caught a whiff of the crack cocaine moments later. I looked pleadingly in his eyes. His hand made hard contact with my soft features. < THWACK! WAMP! > Lance struck me. A warm rivulet of blood joined my already wet mouth. It came to me. Lance and I were both bound together inside a twisted dream. We were destined to ride a strange train all the way to the end of the line. Maybe together? It sounds crazy, but at that moment I couldn't hear my own heartbeat. His massive man meat plopped square on my face. Balls jiggling around my chin. The crown flopped past my forehead. I could hear my own silly mussitations. "Please please. Don't make me sir." We both knew damn well this last statement was pure fiction. Lance loved to hear sissy white boys squeal and beg for the last vestiges of their self respect and pride. After he heard the begging he would strip away whatever manly pride remained. Lance was indeed a cruel black master. Lance let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he inhaled the smoke. I was alarmed. I was fearful the distinctive odor would remain and Jane would discover crack was smoked in her immaculate home. Lance caressed the back of my head. His grip tightened. I submissively yielded my entire mouth onto his blood engorged cock. I took in deep breaths through my nostrils. The pulsing throbbing outsized symbol of nigger sexual potency seemed to be a self sufficient being unto itself. It was that amazingly large. He slapped his whole cock on my face. Pre cum stuck to my soft light brown hair. "Lap dem black balls white boy." Lance instructed. I immediately complied. I was always so eager to please him. My tongue swirled over both of his large testicles. I heard him inhale the crack. I was somewhat unprepared for his gentleness. Then another slap landed. It landed hard on the left side of my upturned face. < THWACK THWACK > My soft white features were being battered by a series of harshly delivered 'bitch slaps'. I lost contact with Lance's amazingly hard cock. I looked downward. I was now softly crying. Lance snickered. He was obviously pleased with my overt display of pride-less submission to his towering black superiority. "P-please, sir don't hurt me." I begged tearfully. Lance let out a particularly loud laugh at this. White boy sissies always begged for mercy and got none from Lance. Lance took great pleasure in stripping away any and all pride from genuflecting cocksucking white boys that came his way. I had learned that lesson back on the 5th tier. I felt a slow warm trickle of blood drip from my nose. I wiped it away with a trembling left hand. The bright fresh red blood and my pale white skin made a dramatic study in contrast. I took care none found its way down upon Jane's new beige carpet. Lance brusquely yanked my head upward. He Jammed his extremely hard cock deep into my open and waiting mouth. He was bringing it home now I saw. His hips pistoned into my receptive wet mouth. Lance was all fury and speed now. He rammed about seven inches of steel hard ebony cock into my throat. The remaining three inches or so I gripped with my bloody left hand. My gold wedding band was now covered in my drying blood. I alternately took in deep draughts of fresh air and gagged. I softly massaged Lance's balls with my free right hand. I was naked, on my knees, in my bedroom fully occupied sucking and worshipping this big nigger's cock. My relatively modest white boy wee wee grew ever stiffer. I made sure to delve my tongue into Lance's pee-hole. He had always demanded this back on the 5th tier. I hadn't forgotten. "Yeah work that tongue white boy... right into my piss slit like a good fag." Lance encouraged. My breath came haltingly. More bitch slaps to my face were smartly delivered. I continued to sob. I cried from residual fear, sexual excitement, and reasons I cannot fathom. Lance always grew harder still at the sight of white boy tears. Lance gently pulled both my hands up. He held both in his one hand above my head. He crouched slightly. He took a deep drag on his crack pipe. Then with unprecedented ferocity Lance fucked my face. It can't be described any differently. My mouth was being pierced and stabbed. My throat was being assaulted by a black steel pipe. My two soft white hands felt for Lance's hard black chest. I looked up and into Lance's eyes. He was quite high I noticed. Lance spit hard into my face several times. I didn't look away. He let go of my two hands. They fell limply onto his strong manly legs. He was now pulling my mouth onto his terribly hard cock by placing both of his giant black hands on the back of my head and sharply shoving me forward. He was doing all the work now. I remained motionless. My mouth was being speared and raped. "Aghhhh." Lance yelled out. "Ride that python, bitch." he spat derisively. His suddenly incontinent cock let out an explosive forceful rope stream of highly viscous semen deep into my throat. My mouth was quickly flooded with his custardy male discharge. My penis jerked and started. I emitted my own smallish squirt upon my smooth abdomen and thighs. I have always come without benefit of manipulation whilst sucking Lance's enormous cock. I jerked off the few remaining droplets from my rapidly softening penis. My orgasm was very intense, toe curling and deeply felt. It represented my sense of self satisfaction at a job done well. Lance grabbed his still hard cock and slapped me across the face with it. He squeezed out the last few gobs of semen onto my eyes and nose. He took another deep drag on his pipe. I remained on my knees. I closed my eyes and opened my semen filled mouth wide; Not allowing any of its content down my gullet. I looked like a baby bird just fed by its mama. I was showing Lance I had taken his full load. Lance looked down at me and smiling said. "Swallow it Dukie baby, swallow my nigger cum." I gulped the cock custard down in one exhibitionistic swallow. Lance laughed one of his magnificent laughs. Some sticky residue dripped from the corners of my mouth. Lance scooped it up with his big black index finger. I opened my eyes to see the stuff dripping from his extended finger. I hungrily licked and lapped it once again showing Lance how far I had fallen from being a prideful man. I desperately needed to demonstrate to this black god I was a thoroughly cowed and obedient white boy. I was spent. Lance turned and walked towards the bathroom. I couldn't help but admire his tight ebony buns as he strutted authoritatively naked across my bedroom. Lance was now pissing and smoking simultaneously. Quite clever actually. I arose slowly. Lance threw me a wet washcloth. "That was an outstanding and proper performance Dukie." Lance said sincerely. "Thanks." is all I could muster. We briefly discussed how we would both prepare for Jane's arrival. How we would tidy up and get rid of the tell tale evidence of our interlude of debauchery. I sprayed the house with Fabreze and opened all the windows allowing frigid winter air in. Tupac blared in the background. Lance had insisted we listen to his favorite rap songs on my stereo. I smiled as I walked past the bedroom wall mirror. I saw how my tiny pecker had shrunk even further in response to the now cold air. I couldn't help an A B comparison with Lance's now detumescent cock. His was no less than five inches and extravagantly veined. Mine was less than two inches and still shrinking. It was the incredibly shrinking winky. Was this the reason Lance was a black MAN and I was a white BOY? I joined Lance in the bathroom. We both were pissing in the sink. Here under bright illumination our two male generative organs were in an obvious comparative tableau. "Wonder why God was so good to us niggers and so friggin cheap to you white boys." Lance laughed. "I don't know but he sure short changed this boy." I replied. "I know of one white girl who was short changed too Dukie." Lance chortled ominously. Lance showered first. As I alighted from my shower I saw Lance sitting and smoking on the toilet bowl. American Standard by the way. I went to grab a dry towel. Lance pulled me towards him. I stumbled and giggling fell into his lap. "You sure be one sick muthafucka." Lance declared. I could only blush and stutter in agreement. "Just how freaky are you willin to get son?" Lance inquired. Lance gave my buttcheeks a playful smack as he waited my response. My weenie grew rigid. I arched an eyebrow as I said "I guess we'll see, we'll see." Lance nibbled my ear as he prepared his pipe for another hit. I got on all fours. I placed a reverential kiss between all ten of Lance's toes. I girlishly slapped at Lance's massive muscular chest. Lance smiled appreciatively at my display of effete submission. My effeminate limp wristed mock slaps caused my penis to grow to its full five inch length. Lance wrapped his preposterously huge black forearms around my smooth white shoulders. He slipped a mammoth arm up and around my skinny neck. I placed both of my hands on his one left forearm. I instantly knew if I had any idea of breaking free it would end in stinging failure. I was impotent at protecting myself physically from this magnificent brute of a man. He could snap my neck like one would a chicken's. His forearm muscles rippled like snakes in a sack. I thrilled at the sight. The boa constrictor was slowly asserting its control and mastery over my slight white naked body. Lance casually held me in a vice like grip. He busied himself with the rituals of the crack pipe with his free hand. I was experiencing a contact high. Lance almost imperceptibly increased the pressure on my neck. in my full length bathroom mirror I could see both of our naked bodies. Lance with one hand was imposing his will on his white victim. My pale frail white frame went utterly limp as I succumbed to nigger superiority. My penis remained up and erect. I looked much like prey in a great beast's death grip. I closed my eyes and allowed my arms to slowly fall to my sides. A heartfelt moan escaped my opened mouth. "Okay okay." I cried in a muffled tone. My dick grew to its absolute hardest. I saw the plastic toilet brush out of the corner of my right eye. Lance chuckled deeply. I felt Lance's thick black rubbery flaccid cock brush against my smooth white ass cheeks. "What are ya gonna do with that." I gently inquired. "Guess." Lance replied. I felt the smooth plastic handle enter my anus. I grimaced and let out a breath. Lance disengaged his arm from my neck. I slowly leaned over and grabbed my ankles. Lance slowly worked the eighteen inch brush handle into my asshole. I squirmed and wiggled submissively. Lance continued to laugh. I was being sodomized and wasn't objecting even in a perfunctory manner. I quite deliberately pulled my asscheeks apart. Surprisingly the pain was modest and bearable. Back on the 5th Tier Lance had introduced me to being sodomized with inanimate objects. I knew he loved to see white boys looking ridiculous. I got a wicked thrill from submitting to Lance's delightfully nasty wishes. "Now walk around for me baby." Lance laughed. I sashayed out of the bathroom. I saw my ludicrous reflection in the mirror. The brush sticking out of my posterior looked like an absurd tail on an even more absurd animal. I knew what Lance wanted to see. I shimmied and shook. I wiggled my ass. I paraded up and down and up again my hallway and bathroom floors. We both laughed at my predicament. I was pleased my lewd behavior made Lance laugh. "Over here baby." Lance intoned seriously. He was sprawled naked on my marital bed. Motioning me downward he continued his deep inhalations. I sank to my knees. I jutted my ass up and out. I didn't want to sit for fear of lacerating my already pain ridden colon. Lance looked at my new tail in the mirror and smiled. Without fanfare or hesitation I began to slather the hard black cock before me. "You missed daddy's big nigger meat didntya?" Lance asked. "Mmm mmm." I managed through a full mouth. Lance moved up further on my marriage bed. He pulled his tumescent cock upwards. He exposed his smooth black asshole. "Toss the salad." Lance explained I closed my eyes and sighed. I darted my tongue directly into the acrid crevice. I was salivating profusely. Lance pulled his knees up. He separated them. "That's a good little white boy." Lance said encouragingly. I made small kisses all along Lance's tight firm asscheeks. I ended my small kisses with the flourish of placing my warm wet tongue firm and deep into his bunghole. I shook my ass now and again. Lance muttered in amused satisfaction. I stayed within this process for no less than an hour. The smoke prevented a full and meaningful erection for Lance. I relieved my sexual tension manually. I spurted my small ejaculation on my hand. I knew Lance loved to see white boys lap up their own cum. I did. I bent over deeply as Lance stood. I kissed both of his feet. I kissed all ten toes on and between. Lance kicked at my face. He slowly walked into my guestroom. I spent some time in tidying up. I pulled the dirty bathroom brush from my very sore ass. My high was wearing off. I went back to my bedroom. I watched the room brighten with dawn's light. I watched a breeze stir the lace curtains into a ghostly dance. I felt my stomach tighten. My breath came hard and shallow. I watched the curtains move slowly. 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