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Degradation of Peg
by Blueberry (rb0548@aol.com)

***

Will a fantasy destroy Paul's life? Will it destroy his 
wife's? Be careful what you wish for. (MMF, bi, voy, 
mc, intr, cuck)

***

Ron was working at his brother's adult video store. It 
didn't pay much, but, he figured the fringe benefits 
would more than make up for the money. He had been 
watching the white wimps reading the interracial books 
and renting the same kind of movies. It must really 
make them jealous to see all those big, black cocks, 
stretching those little white pussies. He was thinking 
they probably go to sleep dreaming they have the 10 
inch cock, instead of the black dude.

Ron was 28, never been married, and liked it that way. 
He was only 5' 7", and weighed 170. There wasn't an 
ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He was good looking, 
but not someone to die for. His big assets were his 
ready smile, easy going manner, and a cock that could 
stretch any white pussy in the city.

This one guy had been coming in once or twice a week, 
for about a month. He was hooked on black dudes fucking 
a white wife in front of their husband. There was 
nothing special about him. He wasn't the athletic type. 
Nor, was he especially handsome. Just a white wimp with 
his fantasies. He was about the same age as Ron, and he 
wore a wedding band. Ron was getting impatient, and 
decided to feel this dude out.

"Hey man, you find what you like? Can I help you with 
anything? I know where every movie of any subject is 
located."

The guy turned beet red before answering. "No, thanks. 
These will be alright."

"Okay, but remember, I'm here to help keep our 
customers satisfied."

"Thanks again."

"My name is Ron. My brother owns this place and I'm 
helping him out until something better comes along." 
Ron gave him that prize winning smile, that could put 
Whistler's mother at ease. Ron picked up the two movies 
and looked at the titles. "I see you are interested in 
our interracial selection. You would be surprised how 
many are curious about black and white sex."

The guy turned red again, before stammering, "You mean 
a lot of guys rent this kind of movie? I thought 
something was wrong with me. Everyone I know would 
think I was a sick pervert. I thought black guys rented 
them."

"No, no, black guys make them. White guys rent them. 
There's nothing unusual about how you feel. Thousands 
of husbands have this fantasy of watching their wife 
being fucked by a big-dicked black man. A few of the 
lucky ones actually get to live out their fantasy. It 
takes a strong, loving marriage to survive the 
experience."

"Why? She wouldn't love him, just have sex."

" Haven't you seen the size of those black cocks? How 
many white men have a cock that size? Haven't you heard 
the expression, once you go black, you never go back? 
That's because many women are never satisfied with 
their small dicked husband, after experiencing a long, 
black cock, all the way up in their stomach."

"It's just a fantasy, and will never happen anyway. My 
wife would kill or divorce me, if I even brought the 
subject up."

"Does she know you are watching these movies?"

"God, no. She goes to community college three nights a 
week. I watch them while she's at school."

"Well, it's time I was closing up. You're the only 
customer I've had in the last hour. You want to stop 
around the corner and have a cup of coffee?" Ron wanted 
to see a picture of this guy's wife. If she wasn't a 
complete dog, he was going to fuck her and make her a 
slut for black cock.

Relaxing over a coffee and feeling more at ease sitting 
in a booth, Paul exclaimed, "I didn't even tell you my 
name. It's Paul."

Grinning again, Ron said, "Pleased to meet you Paul. If 
I'm not being too personal, could I see a picture of 
your wife?"

"Sure," Paul said, while reaching for his wallet. "Her 
name is Peggy, but, everyone calls her Peg."

Ron was amazed that the beautiful brunette in the 
picture was married to a nothing like Paul. What the 
Hell! She must see something I don't. Maybe he does 
have a donkey dick. One thing for certain, it would be 
pure pleasure to fuck her pretty head off. "You have a 
very beautiful wife. You are a lucky man. With this 
kind of wife, why would you have a fantasy of another 
man fucking her? Why would you take the chance of 
losing her?"

"I don't know. Even in high school, and later in 
college, whenever I had a girl friend, I had the same 
fantasy. I wanted to watch them be fucked by someone 
else. It never happened, but, I was always thinking it. 
We have been married two years. She was twenty-two when 
we married and had never been with a man before. The 
first year, I suppressed my feelings, but now, they are 
stronger than ever. I watch the movies and masturbate 
so often, I can't get it up to satisfy her.

"Just out of curiosity, how big is your dick?"

Paul got red, and quietly said, "almost six inches."

"Almost?"

"Well, actually five."

"Five inches satisfied her?"

"I told you, she had never been with another man. I 
guess she was satisfied. She never said she wasn't. 
Maybe, when you are in love, any kind of sex is 
satisfying. We love and respect each other very much. 
She is going to night school, so she will have a better 
chance in the work market. We want to start a family in 
another three or four years."

"I'll tell you now, Paul, if you don't get this fantasy 
out of your head, you won't be married in another three 
or four years. If you've had it since high school, you 
are not going to get rid of it, unless you get to live 
it. What you need is a black man that understands your 
problem, and is willing to help you out. You need a 
stranger, and one that is clean and free of disease. 
Also, you need a man that has the equipment to 
completely satisfy your fantasy forever. You want 
someone that will exit after the fulfillment of your 
fantasy, never to be seen again."

"How in God's name could I ever find someone like that? 
Even if, by some miracle, I did find someone, how could 
I ever get Peg to go along with it?"

"What if I told you that I am willing to be the one to 
help you? You seem to be a nice guy and you have a 
problem. You have my word that after you watch me fuck 
her, I will leave her life forever."

"You? But, we don't even know each other. You sound as 
if there is no problem getting between her legs. I told 
you she has never been with another man, and I don't 
believe she would let another man fuck her. Especially, 
a black man. This is my fantasy, not hers."

"I'll tell you what. If I can't fuck her within a week, 
you can have all the movies you want for the next year. 
Do you have more than one bedroom in your home?"

"Yes, we have three. In a few years, we planned on 
needing them. What does that have to do with anything?"

"What if your best friend from college just happened to 
be in town and needed a place to stay for a week? You 
did have friends in college, didn't you? You said 
'especially, a black man,' is she prejudiced?"

"Yes, I had good friends, but I have never talked about 
them. It's a sore spot about me going to college and 
her not. No, I don't think she is prejudiced. We have 
never discussed it. When am I supposed to break the 
news to her about your visit? What if she says, No?"

"Thanksgiving is coming up. Does she get off extra time 
for the holiday?"

"Yes, there's no school that week."

"Okay. That's a week away. That gives you time to 
sweeten her up and get her to agree to having an old 
college chum come calling. That will give us time to 
become better friends and get to know a little about 
each other's past. To be on the safe side, don't 
mention my race. Let it be a surprise when she opens 
the door. Oh, something else. Have you and her ever 
smoked pot?"

"Pot? We tried it a couple of times. All it did was 
make us giggle and get the munchies. It was kind of 
fun, but too expensive to become a habit." Why? You 
going to get her high on pot?"


"Why not? A good joint and a bottle of wine will make 
her so high, she'll be out of her mind. We will work 
out the details during the next week. Another thing, if 
I fuck her the first or second day, you have to let me 
stay the whole week and fuck her as often as I like. 
Agree?"

"Since I don't believe you will be able to fuck her the 
first time, I agree."

"Come by the store tomorrow, and we can go over more 
details. Here's my cell number. What's yours? I have to 
call and get invited to visit. Remember? Does your 
phone take and send photos?"

"No."

"I'll give you one tomorrow. I want you to take half a 
dozen photos of Peg without her knowledge. I need side 
views, not full frontal. Preferably, close ups, but if 
not, I can edit them. Think you can do that?"

"I guess so. This is getting complicated. Are you sure 
this is going to work? I have this obsessive fantasy, 
but, I'm still happily married and I want to stay that 
way."

"Leave everything to me. It'll work like a charm. Once 
I'm in your home, I'll handle everything." Ron was 
thinking, you naive fool. You have no idea how well it 
will work. Your stupid white boy fantasy is going to 
destroy this happy marriage. Better yet, it's going to 
put a black baby in her innocent belly. Then, you can 
look at the results of your fantasy for the rest of 
your life.

After that evening, everything worked like a good Swiss 
watch. Paul got Ron the photos he needed. Peg, 
surprisingly, agreed to having an old friend of her 
husband's spend a week in their home. Paul explained 
about Ron being a party animal, and since they had no 
social life, she believed this might be the chance to 
get their marriage back on track. Paul had seemed to be 
distant and inattentive lately. 

If Ron was a party animal, maybe, they could all go to 
a nightclub and dancing. It had been ages since she had 
been dancing. If she danced with Ron, would Paul get 
jealous? What a wicked thought! But, Paul had never 
seen her in another man's arms. Maybe, she would make 
him jealous on purpose. It would serve him right for 
all the nights he turned his back and went to sleep. 
This mood set the stage for the Saturday morning Ron 
knocks on the door!

Before Ron had to go to work for his brother, he had 
worked for an escort service and as a part time male 
model. He had been fired for going too far with a 
client, and she reported him. Modeling jobs were few 
and far between right now. He did have a thirty minute 
DVD of his prowess with white bitches. This film was 
his resume, so to speak. Now, he was going to use it to 
break down the barriers in the mind of Peg. He had 
taken the six photos of Peg and duplicated each one 
twenty times on his computer. He downloaded the DVD and 
with his software pushed the edit button. 

Now, he could drag and paste the one hundred and twenty 
images onto the DVD, anywhere he wished. The short film 
had him getting a blow job, eating pussy, and feeding 
his cock into white pussy. It took him all afternoon to 
drag all the images throughout the film. Some people 
doubt that subliminal suggestion works, but Ron knew it 
did. 

Watching the film, her picture couldn't be seen, but, 
it would register on her mind. He had her face next to 
his dick. Her face was there when he was shooting his 
cum into the other woman's mouth. Same thing when he 
was devouring her pussy, and fucking her out of her 
mind. All he had to do was make sure she got to see the 
movie.

"See who's at the door, will you hon?" Paul said, since 
he was still shaving. 

Peg answered the door, wearing shorts and a halter top. 
Weekends were lazy days. She saw a neatly dressed black 
man, about three inches taller than herself. He had a 
winning smile on his face and was holding a suitcase. 
She thought he was some kind of salesman. Nobody smiled 
like that, unless he wanted something.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Hi. You must be Peg. I'm Ron. I hope Paul told you I 
was coming."

"Ron? But, you're not supposed to be here until 
tomorrow."

"I caught an earlier flight. I'm sorry if I have caused 
a problem."

"No. No problem, but, we're not dressed for company." 
Especially, black company, Peg was thinking. I'm going 
to kill Paul as soon as I get him alone, she fumed. 
"Well, come on in, such as it is. Paul will be down in 
a minute. He's still shaving. Just set your suitcase 
down and come into the kitchen. Coffee is hot and I was 
ready to have a cup."

"That sounds great, and again I am sorry for surprising 
you like this. I'll take you and Paul out to dinner to 
help make up for it." Ron said, smiling again.

When Paul came in, he was more surprised than Peg. But 
Ron, being a good conversationalist, had everyone at 
ease. You couldn't be in the escort business without 
knowing a little about everything. Peg and Paul were 
laughing and enjoying themselves. Peg had noticed that 
every time she looked at Ron, he seemed to be 
memorizing every inch of her body that he could see.

After awhile, Paul said, "Let's get you settled into 
your room, and then how about you and I going to the 
driving range and hitting a bucket of balls. We can 
catch up on old times."

"Good." said Peg, "That will give me a chance to 
straighten up this house."

"The bedroom downstairs is being used for a computer 
room, so you'll have to sleep upstairs, across the 
hallway from our room." Paul apologized. "Don't worry, 
we won't disturb your sleep."

Ron unpacked haphazardly, but made sure he left a large 
manila envelope laying in plain sight on the dresser. 
He had written, 'My Photos" on the front. 

Peg had pretty much cleaned the downstairs and decided 
to check the upstairs. She made their bed and walked 
across the hall, to see if Ron's room needed anything. 
The first thing she saw, was the envelope. Curiosity 
may have killed the cat, but it was not going to kill 
her to see what kind of photos were in that envelope. 
Pulling out the pictures and seeing the first one, 
almost did kill her. 

There was a naked Ron, with a huge, half turgid cock, 
hanging between his legs. She was so shocked, she 
dropped the pictures. Picking them up, she couldn't 
help seeing the others. His dick was erect, and 
sticking straight out like a baseball bat. Another, had 
a blonde on her knees, kissing the head. Each, was more 
explicit that the last. Masturbating, crammed inside a 
white pussy, dripping cum into a woman's mouth. There 
must have been a dozen photos of the most disgusting 
acts imaginable. What kind of animal had they let into 
their house? Why did he carry such pictures? What kind 
of person would leave them laying around for anyone to 
see?

After Peg had calmed down, she had to admit she had no 
business looking at them. If he carried those, what 
kind of work did he do? The more she thought about it, 
the less disgusting it was. She was actually excited 
and became wet between her legs. What would it be like 
to touch or kiss a dick that big? Would a woman really 
enjoy having her pussy stretched by such a monster? 
Could she take all of it inside her small pussy? What 
was she thinking? No way was she going to have that 
inside her! She had to get her thoughts in order and 
calm down!

When Paul and Ron returned, Ron knew from her attitude 
that she had seen the photos. She was still polite and 
joined the conversation, but now, he caught her looking 
at him.

Finally, Peg could keep it back no longer, so she 
asked, "Ron, Paul has never said what kind of work you 
do."

"Oh, I thought you knew. I'm a male model, and when I 
can find it, an actor in adult films. I've never been 
very ambitious, but I believe in doing something I 
enjoy. I have some pictures and a film that I carry to 
show prospective employers. My resume, if you wish to 
call it that. I earn pretty good money, but I'm not 
rich. I have clients all over the country, who call and 
want my private services. I could never find a more 
enjoyable and exciting line of employment."

Paul's mouth had dropped open, but he never said a 
word. Peg was now the curious one, and she had to know 
what he did. "Are you saying women pay you for your 
private services?"

"Yes, of course, and very well, I might add." Ron said. 
"Let's drop the subject about my life, and go have a 
good dinner. You pick the place and I'll pick up the 
tab."

After a very good dinner, they were finishing a bottle 
of chilled wine. The band was playing soft music and a 
few couples were dancing. Paul and Peg were not 
drinkers, and both were slightly dizzy. Ron asked, 
"Paul, do you mind, if I ask your beautiful wife for a 
dance?"

"Go ahead and ask. I'm going to sit here and relax."

When Ron asked, Peg was undecided whether to say yes or 
no. But, she thought, why not? It's just a dance and 
it's been so long since I've been on a dance floor. She 
said, "Sure, but I'm a little rusty. You may have to 
guide me."

Moving onto the floor, Ron held her in a close embrace. 
Immediately, she could feel his bulge pressing just 
above her pubic mound. She could swear she felt it 
moving. She halfheartedly tried pulling away, but he 
just held her more tightly. He wasn't doing anything 
inappropriately, so she couldn't walk off the floor. 
She relaxed and went with the flow of the music. 

When the song ended and before they could leave the 
floor, another began. They continued dancing, but now, 
he was lifting her to her tiptoes. In this position, 
his semi-hard cock was rubbing against her clitoris. 
Everything looked normal to other people, but she was 
getting excited and very wet between her legs. The song 
ended and he led her back to the table. She was kind of 
wobbly, but he had a firm grip on her arm.

"Thank you very much for the dance. You are a wonderful 
dancer and light on your feet." Said Ron.

Peg calmed down, and thought of how foolish she must 
be. Why should she get excited dancing with another man 
than her husband? Was it because Paul hadn't been 
paying attention to her lately? Was it the atmosphere 
and wine she had drunk? Was it because Ron was so good-
looking and so sure of himself? Was it because he was 
black and hung like a horse? Whatever the reason, she 
was a happily married woman and would always be true to 
her husband. Suddenly, she wanted to go home, where it 
was safe and secure. "What say we go home. I'm feeling 
tired." Peg said.

On the way home, they stopped and Ron picked up a 
bottle of brandy. Sitting in the living room, drinking 
coffee with a dash of brandy added, everyone was very 
relaxed. Paul was feeling the alcohol, or he would 
never have said, "Why don't we watch your resume film?"

Peg almost agreed to watch it with them, but better 
sense prevailed. What kind of woman would she be to 
watch a sex film in mixed company? She decided to 
retire to the kitchen and straighten up, then take a 
shower while the film was showing. Paul loaded and 
started the movie. The very first scene was of a naked 
Ron laying on his back, while a beautiful brunette was 
kissing and licking his cock. Paul let out with a loud, 
"WOW." 

Peg heard Paul and couldn't help herself. She had to 
see what they were watching. She tiptoed to the kitchen 
door and peeked around the corner. She was caught! She 
couldn't have stopped herself watching for all the 
money in the world. Ron had positioned himself, so he 
could see the kitchen door without turning his head. He 
saw Peg immediately, and set back satisfied. Now, she 
was his. She could say no, protest, or deny, but she 
was his! 

Paul watched the film without saying another word. He 
had seen a horse's cock one time. Long and black like 
this one. Except, this one had a smaller head before 
the massive shaft. He supposed the smaller head made 
entry easier. He was speechless! In his mind's eye, he 
kept seeing Peg, sucking and fucking Ron. It was Peg he 
saw screaming out her climax, again and again. 

He had never heard of subliminal suggestion. He thought 
his fantasy was a hundred times more vivid. Now, he 
understood why very few marriages survived after the 
wife was truly blacked. What could his paltry white 
dick do for her? All the books and movies had been 
strangers, but now, there was a black man sitting next 
to him that was going to fuck his wife. He now had no 
doubt that Ron could fuck her. Even though, he knew he 
might lose her, he was still excited and had a raging 
hard on. Paul cum in his pants, without ever touching 
himself.

Peg, on the other hand, couldn't understand what had 
happened to her. She kept seeing herself with Ron, 
licking and kissing the biggest cock she could imagine. 
She knew it was just imagination, but it was her being 
fucked over and over, until she was screaming for him 
to stop. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get 
the thought out of her mind. 

Deep down in her soul, she knew he was going to fuck 
her with that monster. She must stop watching! She 
forced herself away from the door and upstairs to the 
shower. Running water over her body, her fingers crept 
to her wet pussy. All it took was a touch, and she had 
an orgasm. She needed another drink!

When she came downstairs, Ron and Paul were sipping 
brandy, minus the coffee. She poured herself one and 
they made idle chatter for a while. Ron carried the 
conversation, without ever mentioning the movie. He 
knew they each had their own thoughts, and were trying 
to sort them out. They were, also, drinking more than 
they ever had. Paul wasn't too drunk, but tipsy. 

Peg was out of it, and needed help getting up the 
stairs to bed. Ron figured now was a good time to begin 
breaking Peg in to black sex. Tonight, he wouldn't fuck 
her in the normal sense of the word. He was going to 
tongue fuck her. Even drunk, his long tongue would 
drive her crazy.

Helping Paul get her onto the bed, she lay there half 
conscious. Paul thought Ron was going to leave the 
room, but the fun had just started. Ron said, "Let me 
help you undress her. She's drunk and will never know 
what happened. After she's naked, you suck her breasts 
and kiss her. In the meantime, I will be eating her 
sweet pussy."

Paul was stunned. Everything was happening too fast. 
This wasn't part of his fantasy. "But, she's drunk. I 
don't want to take advantage of her when she is 
helpless."

"She may be helpless, but that won't lessen the feeling 
she will receive from my tongue." Ron whispered. Paul 
was useless, trying to unbutton Peg's blouse. Ron took 
over and had the blouse and bra removed in a flash. He 
had to stop and taste those delicious tits. Peg 
groaned, as he sucked one, then the other. He couldn't 
wait any longer to taste her pussy. He unzipped her 
skirt, and pulled undergarments and skirt down her legs 
and off together. The hood of her clitoris could be 
seen through her neatly trimmed bush. The lips of her 
pussy were a healthy pink, and just begging to be 
kissed.

"Okay, when I begin tongue fucking her, you cover her 
mouth with kisses. She's going to groan and thrash 
around. We don't want her to come completely out of it. 
As long as you are holding and kissing her, she will 
think she is dreaming." Saying this, Ron swooped on her 
pussy like a hawk diving onto a chicken. He gave her 
lips a couple of licks, then opened them with his 
fingers. He gently probed with his tongue as far as he 
could reach. 

Ron had a tongue that could lick the tip of his nose. 
He tongue fucked her a few minutes and then licked her 
erect clit. After that, he would change off, thrust, 
lick, thrust, lick. Her juices were beginning to flow 
and she was groaning into Paul's mouth. Ron had his 
mouth tightly over her pussy, and his upper lip and 
nose were rubbing her clit. His tongue was as long as 
Paul's measly dick. Peg was going wild! 

She was bucking against his tongue, trying to get more. 
She was practically sucking Paul's tongue down her 
throat. All of a sudden, she stiffened, and then began 
shuddering. She screamed into Paul's mouth and went 
limp. Immediately, Ron was out of his pants, and had 
his giant black cock in his hand. He moved up between 
her legs on his knees, and placed his dick at the 
entrance to her pussy.

"Wait a minute, you can't fuck her now!" Paul hissed.

"I'm not going to fuck her, but I'm going to get my 
rocks off. You just watch and learn." Ron placed the 
head of his cock just inside the lips of her open 
pussy, and began masturbating. It only took about five 
minutes before he was ready to shoot a gallon of cum. 
He shot three big gobs into her open hole and squeezed 
it off. "Now, let's change places. You lick her pussy 
while I finish cumming in her mouth. Now, Do It Now!" 
Ron growled.

In the meantime, Peg had come around and was making 
small purring sounds in her throat. Paul reluctantly 
put his mouth on her pussy and began licking. His mouth 
was filled with thick, slimy, cum. He had no choice, 
but to swallow. After a few licks, he decided it wasn't 
so bad and began licking with a vengeance.

Ron was still squeezing his cock, as he rubbed it over 
her lips. He took her chin and parted her lips enough 
to get the head of his cock between them. He released 
his dick and jet after jet of cum shot into the back of 
her mouth and down her throat. Like Paul, she had no 
choice, but to swallow. Peg was swallowing by reflex, 
whereas, Paul knew what he did. Ron wiped is cock on 
her lips, stood up, and said, "Goodnight. Tomorrow, I 
fuck her and I fuck her every day for the rest of the 
week. I'll tell you how tomorrow."

When Ron had closed the door, Paul was so horny, he was 
ready to cum in his pants. Getting undressed, he 
crawled on top of Peg and stuck in his dick up to the 
hilt. She was loose from Ron's tongue. What would it be 
like after his giant cock stretched her? A few strokes 
and he was ready to cum again. As he was cumming, he 
looked into her eyes, and they were open! She had a 
dreamy look in her eyes, and a smile on her wet lips.

"Were you eating my pussy before?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

 "I had the strangest dream. I dreamed you were kissing 
me and eating me at the same time. Do you have a tongue 
on each end?" She jokingly said. "Whatever you did, I 
have never felt so satisfied in my life. Goodnight, my 
loving husband...."

 Peg was up before Paul and Ron. She had showered and 
brushed her teeth. She seemed to have a funny taste in 
her mouth and throat, kind of bitter. Memories of her 
dream wouldn't seem to come to the front of her mind. 
She seemed to remember sucking and swallowing sperm 
from a dick. A dream didn't come with taste, did it? No 
more alcohol for her! A drunk can't even remember their 
dreams!

Ron woke up and heard Peg rattling around downstairs. 
He walked across the hall and shook Paul awake. 
"Listen." He said. "In a couple of hours, I'll go to 
the bathroom and dial your cell. You pretend it's your 
boss, wanting you to come in for a couple of hours. 
I'll see to it that Peg is in the front of the house. 
You park around the block and sneak back upstairs. 
Before you come downstairs, make sure you have an area 
in the closet cleaned for you to stand. Maybe, put in a 
chair, so you can sit. When you sneak back in, leave 
the door open, so you have a clear line of sight to the 
bed. Whatever you do, don't make any noise, or your 
marriage is over. 

"You've only been here twenty-four hours, and already 
you think you can fuck her. What has happened? A week 
ago, it was nothing but a fantasy, and now, my wife is 
going to fuck another man. She has never been 
unfaithful to me. Everything has happened so fast, too 
fast! Maybe, we should call the whole thing off. Maybe, 
my fantasy is going to cost me too much."

"You're not going to back out now. Mention it again, 
and I will go tell Peg right now about the complete 
plan. What do you think she will do when she finds out 
her husband is a pervert, watching sex movies every 
time she goes to school?" Worst of all, planning to 
watch another man fuck her, and don't forget, you 
already let me eat her pussy. Think she will forgive 
you?"

"Okay, okay. I'll do what you say. It just seems as if 
I have no control over anything. I didn't think it 
would be this way, that's all."

"I'm going to shower, then go downstairs and join Peg. 
Get the closet ready and come on down when you've got 
your feelings under control. Relax, for God's sake. 
This is what you have always dreamed about."

Peg was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee. She 
was looking at the calendar on the wall, thinking of 
Paul not using a condom last night, and when she would 
be ovulating. He shouldn't have cum in her at this time 
of the month. Her period was like clockwork, and she 
would be unsafe in the next day or two. Only thing is, 
a male's sperm was alive and potent for twenty-four to 
forty-eight hours. 

He knew he was supposed to always use a condom. They 
couldn't afford to start a family right now. Her 
musings were interrupted by Ron walking into the room. 
He was shirtless, and wearing a pair of loose pajamas. 
His muscular chest was covered in tiny swirls of kinky, 
black hair. Now, there's a sexy looking sight, she was 
thinking. Paul never had any hair on his chest, and it 
was certainly not muscular. She almost smiled at the 
thought. 

"Pour yourself a cup of coffee. Is Paul awake and 
stirring yet? I'm afraid I'm not used to drinking so 
much. My head is pounding and my stomach is upset."

"Paul's awake and was attempting to get out of bed. I 
think he has a hangover to go with yours. Here, let me 
massage your temples. That works wonders with a 
headache." Putting action to words, he moved behind her 
and began gently massaging her temples, and the sides 
of her head.

Peg relaxed and enjoyed the feel of his strong fingers. 
Her head did feel much better. She could almost go to 
sleep. She came wide awake, and moved her head away 
when she heard Paul coming downstairs. When Ron sat in 
his chair, she could swear there was a bulge in is 
pajamas. Fleetingly, she wondered what it would feel 
like to hold in her tiny hands. 

After seeing pictures and the movie, she knew one hand 
would not go around it! What was she thinking? Was she 
going crazy? Once the thought had entered her mind, she 
could see herself kissing it. God forbid, she could see 
him cramming his cock up her tight pussy! Just then, 
Paul walked into the room. She gave him a peck on the 
cheek, and excused herself, saying, "It's my turn to 
shower, and I'm going back to bed. I got up too blasted 
early."

Ron told Paul. "Hurry up and finish your coffee. This 
is a perfect opportunity, and we're going to take 
advantage of it. When I hear her go into the bedroom, 
I'll go up and explain about you having to leave. You 
just be in that closet and stay quiet. Your fantasy is 
finally coming true."

Peg left the shower with only a towel wrapped around 
her hot body. She had no more than covered herself with 
a sheet, when there was a peck on the door. Before she 
could say anything, the door opened and Ron walked in. 
Without saying a word, he strolled over and sat on the 
edge of the bed. She had to scoot over to make room for 
him.

"What are you doing coming into my room? Where's Paul? 

"That's what I came to tell you. Paul got a call from 
his boss and had to go to the office. Something about a 
mistake on a presentation his boss is making in the 
morning. His boss couldn't make heads or tails out of 
his records, and needed Paul to come straighten it out. 
Paul said to tell you he was sorry, but, he would be 
back in a couple of hours."

"That's all well and good, but what are you doing on my 
bed? Couldn't you have told me that from the doorway?"

"I thought you might need your temples massaged again, 
or even, a full body massage. I'm very good, you know."

"I'm sorry for being suspicious, but this is all 
strange to me. Paul is the only one that has ever been 
in my bedroom. My head does still hurt and you did 
wonders with your fingers. I'll just close my eyes and 
relax. If I dose off, let yourself out. Quietly! I want 
to sleep until Paul returns."

Ron's fingers felt so good, gently rubbing each side of 
her head. She was beginning to drift off, when she felt 
his lips brushing first one eye, then the other. It 
felt so good, she decided not to say anything. Then, 
his tongue was tracing the outline of her lips. Her 
mouth wasn't completely closed, and the tip of his 
tongue would gently enter her mouth, then withdraw 
after a few seconds. She found herself waiting for his 
tongue to reenter, and began kissing him back. She was 
so relaxed, and his tongue was very gentle. It still 
hadn't entered her mind that she was kissing a man 
other than her husband. 

He kissed her chin, then her throat. It felt so loving 
and romantic, but she was going to have to stop him. 
Soon, but, not yet. It felt too good! While her mind 
was wandering, he had removed the cover, and was 
licking first one breast and then sucking on the other. 
What had happened? This wasn't right! He can't be 
sucking my breasts! I'm a married woman!

"Stop! Stop this instant! Get out of my room! This 
isn't right. This has gone far enough. I would never be 
unfaithful to my husband."

"We're not doing anything wrong. I'm only relaxing you 
and giving you a tongue massage. How could receiving a 
massage be unfaithful? I'm your friend. I would never 
do anything to hurt you or Paul." Your headache is 
gone, and soon your body will be free of tension or 
pain.

"Well, I guess it's okay. I know you're our friend and 
wouldn't hurt me, or Paul."

Ron began kissing her again, and his hand was kneading 
her breasts. This time when he moved his mouth to her 
breasts, she never said anything. 

It did feel so good and relaxing, but, she was getting 
wet between her legs. Was it natural to get wet during 
a massage? He was taking his time, sucking each of her 
firm breasts. His hand was rubbing circles on her 
stomach. The hand kept going lower and lower, until it 
was on the inside of her thighs. She slightly spread 
her legs, and his fingers would gently rub her pussy 
lips as they were moving from one side of her thighs to 
the other. 

Peg's eyes were tightly closed and she was seeing the 
film running over and over in her mind. She was getting 
hotter and hotter. Her juices were flowing freely now. 
His mouth had moved from her breasts to her stomach. 
One hand was pinching her nipples, and the other was 
now covering her pussy mound. Ron turned his body, so 
he could get between her legs and gain full access to 
her pussy. It seemed to be so natural to spread her 
legs and let Ron wedge his body between them. She 
moaned when she felt his tongue flick her clitoris.

Ron knew he had her! She was his to do with as he 
pleased. Licking her pussy, he looked toward the 
closet. He could see Paul pounding his pitiful dick. 
Ron eased his pajamas down and kicked them off. He had 
tongue fucked her last night. This morning, he was 
following the script of the movie. 

He was teasing and driving her out of her mind. He 
would lick and nibble on her clit a few more minutes, 
then move back up where she could feel his raging cock. 
This was exactly what he had done with the brunette in 
the film. He knew Peg was reliving each moment, and 
couldn't separate fact from fiction.

Paul watching, was horror stricken with remorse and 
guilt. At the same time, he had never seen or 
experienced anything so sexually arousing in his life. 
Feeling guilty didn't prevent him from masturbating 
like crazy. His dick was limp and lifeless, and she 
hadn't been fucked yet! The fantasy he had desired all 
his life, was about to become fact. 

He had seen the movie too, and he knew what was coming 
next. This would be the climax of all his dreams and 
desires. Could he handle it, or would it change him 
forever? He was already a creampie eater. What was the 
next step into perversion? He knew his guilt would 
disappear when Peg was screaming out her climax. He 
would take whatever followed, as it came.

Peg was squirming and humping her pussy onto his mouth. 
He stopped licking and moved up her body. He began 
kissing her, and she was sucking her juices off his 
tongue. He took her hand and placed it on his rock hard 
cock.

Peg was going crazy with lust! She had to be satisfied! 
She had never been this hot in her young life. When Ron 
put her hand on his giant cock, she instinctively knew 
what she was touching. It was big enough to have been 
his wrist, but she knew better. His cock was so hard, 
yet soft. A moment of lucidity came to her. This wasn't 
getting fucked in a film. This was real! This was 
happening to her, and happening right now!

"NO! You Can't Do This! I'm Married! I can never be 
unfaithful to my husband. We have to stop and stop 
now!" Strangely, she never moved her hand, or, tried to 
get away.

"Shhhhh. It's okay. Everything is going to be all 
right. Think of the film. Remember what we do next? I 
fucked you in the movie. Remember? Think of what you 
saw, and how many times you climaxed. Remember the 
pleasure. Let your mind relax. Let yourself go. Give 
yourself to me, just like you did in the film." He was 
whispering in her ear. At the same time, his fingers 
were tracing circles on her sensitive clit.

Peg relaxed again, feeling the pleasure from her pussy, 
and thinking of the next scene. Her mind and body were 
in a turmoil of mixed feelings, and what was real or 
unreal. In the meantime, she was squeezing and 
releasing his dick. It throbbed, as if, it had a life 
of it's own. She held on, while Ron moved over and 
between her legs. Spreading her legs, seemed the 
natural thing to do.

His cock was at the entrance to her tiny pussy. "Take 
both your hands and spread your pussy lips."

Without a word, Peg complied. At the moment, she would 
have done anything, if it meant putting out the raging 
fire that was consuming her body. 

With that, he lined up the head of his dick against the 
fleecy exterior of Peg's beautiful cunt. Thanks to the 
overflowing liquids in her vagina, he was able to get 
the head in. Then, with slow, easy strokes, he 
gradually went in an inch at a time.

At first, Peg panicked, as she felt herself being 
stretched beyond imagination. But her cunt quickly 
accustomed itself to a stimulation she had never known. 
But what she was experiencing now was bringing her into 
a new world. Pleasure nerves she never knew existed 
were being stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the 
first time. Only a couple of strokes after Ron inserted 
the head of his cock, when only about four inches were 
in, Peg experienced an orgasm far more intense than 
anything she had ever known. But Ron was going deeper.

With each thrust, more of Ron's enormous shaft 
disappeared beneath the dark curls that marked the 
portal to Peg's love channel. Then Ron would pull out 
almost to the limit, and then slowly plunge back in, 
descending another inch. Seven inches! Eight inches! 
Nine! 

She had never dreamed of being penetrated this deeply, 
she had no idea of the pleasure centers inside her that 
had never before been plumbed. Now these pleasure 
nerves were all going off, and Peg thought she was 
losing her sanity. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, each 
one bigger than before.

Finally, one more plunge, and Ron's hot iron dick was 
fully lodged inside Peg's stretched vagina. At ten 
inches, Ron had felt his tip touch her cervix. The next 
several strokes had stretched it back. Finally, he had 
penetrated the last barrier. His shaft filled her love 
canal to its stretched out capacity. The head of his 
cock was in her womb itself. 

Now he began fucking Peg in earnest. Her orgasms 
continued to build, each one coming on the heels of the 
one before with greater and greater intensity. This 
went on for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes

And by now, her orgasms were so intense and coming so 
close together that they had run into each other. She 
was in a continuous state of orgasm, electricity 
running at unimaginable voltage through her frame. She 
thought she would die, she had no control of herself. 
Perhaps without realizing it, she was moaning, "Oh God, 
fuck me! Fuck me! Take me! Fill me with your cum! I 
can't stand it, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop! Fuck me! 
Fuck me!"

Peg may not have known she was saying these words, non-
stop. But Ron heard, and relished every word. Ron felt 
his climax coming on. He thrust faster and harder, and 
brought Peg to an even higher pitch. She was screaming 
now.

Then the moment came. Ron's mammoth engine began 
bucking with incredible force. Peg's pelvis was whipped 
violently around by the first bursts. Then she felt the 
red-hot sperm, fired directly into her womb. Ron and 
Peg held each other closely, lips locked and tongues 
entwined in a passionate kiss, each overcome by the 
force of what they were feeling. As they descended, Peg 
was in a new state. After the fierceness of her 
innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and 
contentment that she had never known. She held tightly 
to Ron.

He had stolen her dignity, trampled on her most deeply 
felt moral beliefs. And it didn't matter. She would do 
absolutely anything for him. No love for her husband, 
no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self meant a 
thing compared to his black cock. She would do anything 
for it, and for what it could do to her.

When Ron finally pulled out, his penis was "shrunken" 
to its soft state and Peg held the slimy shaft in her 
small hand. Her fingers could reach around it now.

"That was the most incredible fuck I have ever had, and 
I can hardly wait for an encore." Ron said.

"Anytime you want me, I am yours. But, right now, could 
I please sleep for a couple of hours? I feel like I 
could sleep for a week!" Peg replied.

Ron slowly set up and reached for his pjs. "I'm going 
to shower and go downstairs till Paul gets home. I 
think we have some serious issues to discuss."

"No. Please don't say anything. Let me tell him what 
happened, later. He, also,  needs to know what is going 
to happen in the future. For now, he's my husband, and 
it should come from me." Peg scooted over to the other 
side of the bed, trying to get out of the puddle of cum 
under her ass. Even as she moved, more was wetting the 
bed. "Before you shower, bring me a towel, will you?"

Bringing the towel, Peg was already asleep. Ron went to 
the closet and motioned for Paul to follow him out of 
the room.

Paul didn't know how he felt. He had just witnessed the 
most erotic sight of his life. Why was the reality so 
unlike his fantasy? He had wanted this for as long as 
he could remember, but now it had happened, and he felt 
let down. He knew his dick wasn't up to par with other 
men. But, his fantasy didn't have her having multiple 
orgasms and loving it. 

Did she have to enjoy it so much? Was she now a slut 
for black cock? After this, could he ever make love to 
her? Would she even want him to? So many questions, and 
no answers. Maybe, Ron could tell him what to do. A 
small voice in the back of his mind, seemed to say, 
'Ron is the one that got you into this mess'. The voice 
faded away before he could catch the thought.

"Tell me. What happens now? What do I do? How do I face 
her, knowing what I do? How can I keep the knowledge 
out of my voice and off my face?"

"You've been at work. Remember? You know nothing, nor, 
suspect anything. This is Sunday, and we are going out 
for dinner. Relax. Be yourself for a few hours. If she 
finds out you set this up, you've lost her."

"I've lost her anyway!"

"Not yet, you haven't. Peg is not the kind of person to 
be unfaithful and not tell you about it. Wait and see. 
She will tell you everything this evening. When she 
does, be unbelieving, then hurt and outraged. That's 
when I offer a solution to your problems. Since we all 
know she is going to let me fuck her again, I will 
suggest you join us. With a little persuasion, she will 
agree."

"Join you? She doesn't want me, when she has your huge 
cock stuck up her pussy!"

"You could watch, without hiding in the closet. You 
could suck me, while I'm eating her pussy. You could 
lick my cum from her pussy, after she has been well and 
truly fucked. You could clean my cock after I have 
planted my seed in her belly. See? There are many 
things you can do. She might even give you a blow job 
while we are fucking."

"You're crazy! You're making me a cuckold!"

"I'm not making you anything. You're already a cuckold, 
and if you want to stay married, you'll learn to love 
and accept it. I'm going to fuck her again this 
evening. If you want to be part of it, agree to my 
suggestion. If not, you can sit down here and watch 
television. No more peeking from the closet."

Peg came bouncing into the room. She seemed to exude 
sex. Paul had never seen such a glow of satisfaction 
and contentment on her face. She was absolutely 
radiant!

Getting a cup of coffee and sitting down at the table, 
Peg blurted out, "Paul, I fucked Ron this morning while 
you were at the office and I have never felt better in 
my life. In all my dreams, I never imagined what I was 
missing. I am going to continue fucking him, with, or 
without your permission. I hope you will understand 
what his big, black dick made me feel. 

"I still love and respect you, but this is something I 
must have. It's raw, animal sex, and nothing else. He 
is three times bigger than you and can satisfy me like 
you never will. If you want me to leave, I will. If you 
want me to stay and let me get this out of my system, I 
will. It's up to you, but know now, I am going to fuck 
him anytime he will have me." Saying this, Peg 
collapsed in her chair and lay her head on her arms. 
She had brought up enough courage to tell her feelings, 
and now was mentally exhausted.

Paul was speechless! He was stunned beyond words! What 
could he say? What could he do? What did he want to do? 
He set this up, so, how could he blame Peg? Was it too 
easy? Would she have been unfaithful sooner or later, 
regardless? NO! No, it was all his fault! How could he 
have been so stupid, so naive? Put in her situation, 
how could he blame her? Even with all the turmoil 
swirling around in his mind, there was still a tingling 
sensation in his groin. He wanted it to happen again! 
Like her, he needed to get it out of his system.

Ron was stroking Peg's shoulders, while looking at 
Paul. He could see the change in Paul's face and knew 
he had won. Peg was his for a week. He really was 
leaving next week. Not because of any promise, but 
because there was a convention in Las Vegas he was 
definitely going to attend. There was too much money to 
be made, to let feelings for a white pussy get in his 
way. She would be pregnant before the week was up and 
that had been his goal. 

One thing, she didn't know. He was going to bring his 
brother around in a few days and introduce him to some 
tight, white pussy. By then, Peg would do whatever he 
asked. His brother was called Big Jim, and that wasn't 
because of his stature. Ron was big, but, few women 
could take all of Jim's giant pole. He would get her 
broken in with his, and let Jim stretch her to the 
maximum. 

Paul's fucking days with his wife were over. Within a 
week, Paul might like taking a black cock himself. He 
would already clean one and that was only a step from 
sucking. Maybe, he would break in Paul's virgin ass and 
get it ready for Jim, also. Might as well keep it in 
the family. 

"Ron, finally said, "I don't think anyone feels like 
going out to eat. Why don't we order pizza and stay 
inside today. Don't say anything, or make any decisions 
you may regret later. After eating something, why don't 
we all retire to the bedroom and sort this out. It 
might look different if we were laying on each side of 
Peg and letting our feelings make the decision for us. 

"Paul, you never know, you could possibly like watching 
and hearing Peg take another man's cock inside her. 
Peg, maybe you would enjoy having the attentions of two 
men at the same time. Maybe you could suck Paul, while 
I am fucking you. That way, he wouldn't feel left out. 
Why not wait and see what happens?"

Peg raised her head and looked at Paul. He was staring 
back at her. Paul slowly nodded his head, as did Peg. 
Ron took over the conversation, leading it away from 
sex. Soon, each was more comfortable with the other and 
everything seemed almost normal.

Late that afternoon, Ron put his arm around Peg's 
shoulders and took Paul by the arm. He steered them 
upstairs and to the bedroom. Paul and Peg were too 
embarrassed to get undressed. Ron threw his clothes on 
the floor and began undressing Peg. Paul slowly removed 
his own clothes. Ron and Peg were already on the bed, 
with Ron in front and Peg in the middle. 

Paul climbed over them to the backside. He brushed 
against Ron's already hard cock and felt another tingle 
in his stomach. Was it fear or desire? Ron began 
fingering her pussy and she was stroking his monster 
baby maker. Paul watched for a few minutes and figured, 
"what the hell." He raised up and began sucking her 
breasts, as if he had never seen them before. 

Soon, she was moaning from the combination of the 
finger in her pussy and her breasts being sucked. Ron 
didn't want to waste any time. He wanted to get the 
show on the road and see how far Paul would go. Ron 
removed his fingers and replaced them with his long 
tongue. Ron reached out and grabbed hold of Paul's 
pitiful hard on and pulled him toward the foot of the 
bed. Without admitting it to himself, Paul knew what he 
was expected to do. By now, Ron had his shoulder and 
was still pushing his head toward his cock. 

Ron had turned on his side, and the black pole was 
staring Paul in the face. Ron put his hand behind 
Paul's head and steered his mouth toward his final 
degradation. At first Paul just let it touch his lips, 
but slowly opened his mouth and tongued the head. Ron 
was forcing his black tool into Paul's mouth, and Paul 
stopped resisting. He opened wide and accepted his 
fate. He was now sucking the black cock that would fuck 
his wife. 

Thinking of this got him excited, and he began sucking 
and licking with more enthusiasm. He couldn't take all 
the monster, but he was using his hand on the remaining 
shaft. Peg was groaning and thrashing around. Ron kept 
pushing more and more into Paul's throat. By changing 
position, he was able to let the cock slowly force it's 
way down his throat. He still couldn't take all of it, 
but he had a sizable portion in his throat. 

For some reason, this was extremely satisfying. Ron 
began fucking his mouth and throat. It seemed as if 
more and more was going in. Paul wondered if Ron would 
cum. Just as he thought this, Ron pulled out and 
climbed up Peg's body. Paul's mouth strangely felt 
empty and he was somehow disappointed.

Ron told Paul, "Take my dick and put it against her 
pussy lips. Okay, now spread her pussy and watch my 
cock as it fucks a baby in her belly. Can you see how 
it is stretching her pussy? Do you see how slick and 
ready she is for some real cock?"

Peg had been going out of her mind with pleasure. She 
knew when Paul stopped sucking her breasts, but did not 
realize he was sucking Ron. She heard Ron tell Paul to 
get her pussy ready for his cock and for a moment was 
embarrassed to death. As she felt the massive head 
enter her, all embarrassment faded. She was still 
stretched from this morning, so there was little pain 
as he forced himself into her tiny hole. He would 
withdraw, and on the downstroke, force another inch or 
two inside. She had her first orgasm.

I looked down and saw my pussy swallowing that huge 
black python, coal black and glistening from my juices. 
The contrast alone sent me off into another orgasm! He 
was pushing it in ever so slowly, and then puling out, 
going just a little bit deeper that the last thrust. I 
began to thrust my hips back up to him, trying to get 
more and more of him into my tight wet hole. I don’t 
know how many times I came just in this time, but it 
was almost like I was in constant orgasm... 

Finally I felt him bottom out on my cervix. I looked 
down and saw he wasn’t all the way in me. Some of that 
thick shaft was still outside of me and he began to 
thrust in and out in ever faster pumps... I hadn't been 
filled like this before today. God it was wonderful! My 
pussy was beginning to stretch deeper and wider to 
allow more of him in, and I was juicing like I’ve never 
been wet before. With each of his powerful thrusts he 
was getting deeper and deeper in my cervix until 
finally I was stretched to the maximum and his huge cum 
filled balls were slapping home. 

I wrapped my long legs around his waist and pulled him 
closer to me. He started to whisper really dirty to me, 
asking me if I loved his black dick... Did I want his 
thick, potent seed in my womb? Again, I didn’t believe 
what was coming out on my mouth! "Oh god yes! Give me 
all of your baby making cum! Fill me up with it!" 

"Peg, do you want me to plant my black baby seed in 
your belly?" 

For a moment I began to think rationally, but never 
answered. Before I could get my thoughts in order, he 
began to pump me even harder and I could almost feel 
that huge, hard fat head piercing my cervix, going all 
the way into my uterus. It was just enough to send me 
off the edge of reality, "Oh god Ron! Give it to me! 
Give me all that black cum! Knock me up! Give me a 
black baby!" 

He gave one final loud grunt and thrust his weapon deep 
and I felt that huge horse-cock head swell to bursting. 
Flood after flood of hot thick cum filled me and I 
could almost feel it drowning the egg that I was sure 
was there in all of those millions of baby-makers! As I 
slowly came down off the greatest high in the world, I 
noticed Paul sitting there with his mouth hanging open. 
I said the first thing that came to my mind. "If you 
don't want me pregnant, get down there and suck his cum 
out of me."

Without a word, Paul was between my legs and sucking 
for all he was worth. After he must have drank a pint 
of cum, his mouth left my pussy. I looked down, and he 
was sucking Ron! I almost fainted from shock and 
surprise. My Ron, a cocksucker! Maybe, everything was 
going to be okay, after all. It was nice to be cleaned 
up without having to leave the bed. His sucking was 
getting Ron hard again. I do believe Paul was a first 
class cocksucker, and he seemed to be enjoying it so 
much!

This time, Ron told me to get on my knees. He got 
behind me, and began working his half hard cock into my 
slick pussy. He kept getting harder and harder, until 
it was like an oak log. Ron wasted no time ramming his 
cock all the way to the hilt! He was fucking me with 
jackhammer strokes and I began cumming over and over. I 
was in ecstasy! Heaven on earth must be like this! 
Without missing a stroke, he rolled me on my side, and 
was fucking me from behind. 

Paul immediately slid down and was trying to lick my 
swollen clit! I could look down and see his tongue. 
Whenever he licked me, he was also licking the shaft of 
Ron's cock. I could feel Ron's cock swelling and knew I 
was going to receive another load of cum. This caused 
another orgasm! His dick suddenly disappeared from my 
pussy! I was watching Paul's head, when Ron's black 
cock rammed down his throat. 

Ron was cumming in his mouth! God! How erotic! I 
couldn't believe what I was seeing! Paul was swallowing 
as fast as he could, but still couldn't keep it all 
inside. He kept his mouth over that monster until every 
drop was gone. Then, he was licking his lips as if he 
didn't want to lose a drop of the sweetest nectar he 
had ever tasted. My God, there will never be another 
day like this one, even if I live to be a hundred!

Each day was pretty much a repeat of the same, until 
Wednesday. That's the night Paul was on his knees, 
sucking the juice from Peg's cum filled pussy. Paul 
felt something pressing against his virgin sphincter. 
The pressure went away, and he heard Ron spit. Then the 
pressure was back and with much more force, his muscle 
gave way when the head of Ron's cock slipped into his 
ass. 

He tried to raise his head and scream, but Ron pushed 
his face back into her pussy. Paul could feel the snake 
inching itself farther and farther up his shit hole. 
When he thought the pain was going to kill him, he felt 
Ron's balls slapping against his buttocks. Ron allowed 
him to adjust to the invasion for a minute or two 
before beginning a slow fucking motion.

Paul thought he was going to die! He couldn't stand so 
much pain! Peg knew something was wrong and raised her 
head to see what was happening. She scooted away from 
Paul and stared in open-mouthed amazement. Paul was 
beginning to squirm and move his ass. Was he trying to 
get off the giant rod, or get more? Paul didn't know, 
either. It was feeling better and better. 

The pain was subsiding and being replaced by pleasure. 
He saw Peg looking at his plight, and closed his eyes 
from her accusing stare. She seemed to be jealous! Ron 
was pulling all the way out and slamming back to the 
hilt. Paul was groaning with a mixture of pain and 
pleasure. Fuck her! He was being fucked and he was 
enjoying it! Why should she have all the fun and him be 
the clean-up man? Ron reached around him and touched 
his little hard prick. Paul came instantly, while Peg 
watched each movement. Then, Ron speeded up and Paul 
could feel the already giant cock get larger, as Ron 
dumped squirt after squirt of cum into his ass.

Ron looked at Peg and told her, "You're next. I fucked 
his ass, so you would know you can take it. It never 
killed him and it won't kill you. You saw the enjoyment 
he got. He's nothing but a fuck slut now. He'll let you 
fuck anybody or anything, as long as you share a 
little." 

Paul had collapsed with embarrassment and shame when he 
heard these words. Life as he knew it had been 
destroyed and would never be the same again. He and Peg 
were nothing but fuck sluts for black cock. She was 
pregnant and would have many black babies before this 
was over. He was accepting the truth, and looking at 
Peg, realized she had come to the same conclusion.

Anyone wishing to write chapter two, feel free to do 
so.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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