Vickie and Jim

Jim sat in the dark smelly motel room, watching Vickie getting the fucking of
her life. What was even more exciting, was that the black guy who was fucking
her was not using a condom. Her legs were sticking up towards the ceiling, and
were quivering as the black guy was bottoming out on each stroke. The constant
groans coming from her mouth were testament to the pile driving strokes he was
giving her.

It had only been about an hour ago when they were driving on their way down to
New Orleans, and the traffic being so bad and with the gas gage saying it was
just about empty, that he had not paid attention to where they were exiting off
of Interstate 55. They had gotten a late start from Chicago, and it was already
starting to get dark when he noticed that this part of Memphis Tennessee seemed
to be quite run down.

He was more concerned about the gas gage than anything else, when he noticed the
station at the next light. Pulling in, he saw several black guys standing at
the corner, but gave it no thought, as he was glad to be able to get the gas.

"You going to be okay hon? Looks like a great place to get mugged."

"Naw, I can take care of myself, unless your nervous about those black guys over
there."

"Hah, just don't be too long, cause they might come over here and preposition
me."

He looked at her, and noticed that she must be really feeling the effects of the
joint she had been smoking for the last 5 minutes or so.

"Oh... so you wouldn't mind it if they came over?" he said jokingly, knowing
that Vickie had always gotten hot when they used to watch porn... make that
interracial porn.

"You never know lover, so don't take all night."

Jim was still smirking to himself as he was filling the gas tank, thinking about
some of the comments that she had made before when they were watching those porn
movies, about the size of some of those black monsters. He had remarked to her
once that she wouldn't be able to take those big cocks cause she was such a tiny
girl, to which she had just smiled and stroked his cock harder. Yes, she sure
had enjoyed that movie they had watched, and it left him wondering.

As he was putting the gas cap back on, he noticed one of the black guys coming
his way, and started to tense up a little. Figuring that trying to put up a
brave face would be the best idea, so when the guy asked him for a cigarette, he
just smile at him and offered him one.

"It's getting a little late, and we've been driving for a while and maybe a
drink would be nice. You know of any bars around here?"

"Yea man, another block south on this side of the street is a little place that
stays open quite late."

"Thanks man." he said as he was getting back into the car.

"What was all that about?" she asked.

"I was asking him if there were any places to grab a drink, before we go looking
for a motel for the night. Are you in any shape to go into a bar?"

"Look buster, two joints in two hours aren't going to waste me." she laughed, as
she took another deep drag on the joint.

After finding the bar, he wondered if maybe he should skip this one, as there
were more blacks standing outside of it, and it looked kind of run down.

"There is some black guys standing out front, so you okay to go in?"

She gave him a funny smile and started to get out of the car when he grabbed her
arm.

"You getting horny on me Vickie, cause we can go and find a motel first."

"Hmmm, you chickening out on me hubby?"

As she wobbled out of the car, Jim knew that the joints had gotten their effect
on her, so he quickly thought that maybe this might be the chance of him getting
to see if she really would think of having sex with another man.

He grinned as one of the black guys held the door open for her, and gave a soft
whistle as she passed him and entered the bar. He could see her grinning, and
swayed her ass a little more than usual as they looked for a place to sit at the
bar.

Several blacks saw them come into the bar, and they opened up a couple of seats
for them to sit down. Vickie didn't seem to hesitate at all as she took one of
the seats next to a big black guy, who looked like a body builder.

As Jim set down next to her, the big black guy was already striking up a
conversation with her, asking if he could buy her a drink.

"Why sure, how about a couple of 7 & 7's for my hubby and me?"

The bartender was already pouring the shots as Jim tried to gage his
surroundings incase they needed to make a quick exit.

"Thank you sweetie."

Jim thought she was talking to him, but she was looking at the black guy as she
said it.

"Anything for a purty little white woman like you."

She laid her hand on the black guys arm and laughed.

The drink and the joints she had been smoking were really starting to have their
effect on Vickie. She was leaning in towards the black guy and laughing at some
of the comments he was making to her. The guy sitting next to Jim kept trying
to start a conversation with him about this or that, while Jim tried to see what
Vickie and the guy were doing.

"Names Chester... all the way from Chicago ehy, that's gotta be a long drive
man."

"Yea, and the traffic has been murder for the last couple of hours, so I'm glad
we had to stop for gas and find a place to bed down for the night."

"Well your in luck, cause there is a motel a couple of blocks south of here."

Jim was just about to ask Chester if there were any good places to eat, when
Vickie started laughing.

"You naughty boy you!"

He looked at her and noticed that the black guy she had been talking to had his
arm up on her shoulder, and it looked like his other had was on her leg.

"You about ready to go Vickie?" he quickly asked her.

"I don't know hon, Brad here wanted to show me the sights around Memphis." she
laughed.

Jim noticed that she was not trying to push the guys hand off of her upper
thigh, and the way she was leaning in towards him told Jim she must have been
starting to feel frisky. Vickie got like that when she was ready to go to bed
and make some hot loving with her husband.

All of a sudden she got kind of quiet, and Jim noticed that Brad's fingers were
trying to get in between her crossed legs.

'What the fuck, was the guy trying to feel her up in the bar in front of her
husband?' he was thinking.

"Maybe it's time we go look for that motel and call it a night Vick."

She suddenly uncrossed her legs and let out a sigh.

"Oh... uhmm... Jim, we need... oh fuck..."

She stopped talking as she spread her legs further apart, and started to hump
the guys fingers.... right there in front of him.

"Honey, we... I... Oh God, lets find that place right now."

Brad looked over to Jim, and flashed him a big grin, as his fingers were trying
to poke holes into his wife's slacks.

"I think she be needing to unwind man..... Want to follow us over to the joint
down the street?"

Vickie's mouth hung open, and she was taking short gasps of air as Brad's
fingers had evidently found her pussy lips, and was trying to push his fingers
and her slacks into it.

'Two fucking joints and a mixed drink, and she was rutting up against this black
stranger like she wanted to climb right on top of him there in the bar.'

"Jim, we need to go now!"

As they got up and headed for the door, he figured that he would get her in the
car and take off before it was too late, but Brad had his arm around Vickie's
shoulders and was leading her off to what must have been Brad's car.

Jim stood there for a minute trying to figure out what he should do.... should
he go grab her and make for their van, or what? He knew that the black guy was
much bigger than him and the guy that Jim had been talking to, looked like he could
take care of himself too.

"That van yours?"

Jim nodded his head as he watched Vickie get into Brad's car.

"Don't worry man, Brad will treat her right."

'What the fuck did that mean?' he wondered.

He had quickly followed them the two blocks, and as Brad's car turned into the
motel lot, he noticed Vickie's head going down out of sight. Was she going to
suck him right there, he wondered....

But just as quickly her head popped back up as Brad parked his car, but what
shocked him the most was that he saw her eagerly wrap her arms around Brad and
was giving him a very passionate kiss.

"Yep, leave it up to Brad, the ladies just can't refuse him."

Brad went to the office, with Vickie practically d****d all over him, and after
what couldn't have been more than two minutes they came out and waved to Jim and
Chester to follow them.

By the time that Jim had parked the van, Chester was holding the door open for
him and he caught his first glimpse of Vickie and Brad. They were on the bed and
rolling around with Vickie acting like she was in heat. She was all over Brad,
kissing him and groaning, as Brad was trying to get her slacks off past her
knees.

"HEY VICK..."

"Cool it man, Chester won't hurt her, but if you try to stop him.... well I sure
as fuck wouldn't..."

"OH MY GOD!!!!"

Brad had already gotten her slacks off, while Vicky had been struggling with the
black guys pants. What she had found as his cock popped out, was bigger than
anything they had ever seen in any of the porn videos they had watched. It had
to be 10 inches or maybe even more, and was as big around as her wrist.

"NO... uhm no, that's too fucking big..."

But Brad was past the point of caring what Vickie was saying, as he took her
blouse off and guiding her head down to that black monster.

Vickie made some guttural sound as her lips started to wrap around the big flared
cock head. Brad was pushing down with both hands on her head, and her mouth
opened up and somehow a couple of inches made their way in.

The fucking door hadn't even closed yet, and his dainty little wife was already
sucking the nigger's cock.... WHAT THE FUCK???

"Oh this will be fun" he heard Chester say, as the other black guy was taking
his clothes off while they both watched Brad trying to fuck Vickie's mouth.

Jim noticed that Chester's cock was not as long as Brad's, but it was definitely
bigger around, and had a cock head that was damn near the size of a plum.

"Guys.... uhmmm."

Brad shot him a look that told him he had better shut it. He knew the nigger
was gonna take whatever he wanted, and if it meant beating the shit out of
Jim.... well he hoped that Brad wouldn't hurt her.

"OKAY... uhm... okay, give me a chance to compose myself.... I need to go to
the bathroom."

He let her up, and she wobbled to where the bathroom was, and turned on the light
in there.

"What a fucking dump!!! Someone didn't even flush the toilet... uhmm?"

"Get in here Vickie.... NOW!"

As she approached the bed, Brad was stroking his cock and grinning, when he saw
the lust appear back in her eyes.

"Uhhh Brad, I can't take..."

"Sure you can sugar... I'll take it easy at first... I promise."

Jim could see that promises were meant to be broken, cause when Brad spread her
legs and placed the enormous cock head against her tiny pussy lips, he leaned
forward and gave a push, as Vickie let out a groan and then a sigh when about 3
inches pushed in past her pussy lips.

"OH MOTHERFUCKER....." Vickie let out a sigh and put her hands on Brad's chest,
but Jim noticed that her knees jerked up towards her B cup breasts, and her legs
spread open more. Her stomach muscles were making her belly ripple, as another
inch or two went in.

Jim stood there with his mouth open, watching his little 90 pound wife being
impaled on that huge black cock. She must have been pretty excited, cause when
the cock pulled out so only the cock head was in her cunt, he noticed that the
black cock was wet and shiny from her..... no, that couldn't be.... had she
orgasmed already?

The hands that had been on his chest were now grabbing the muscular black man and
were pulling him down and into her. Vickie felt like her womanhood had been
brutally invaded, but she was now past the stage of caring. She had looked over
at her husband for all of what must have been two seconds, before she raised her
head to lock lips with the big black man.

Brad pushed further into her, and her legs started to quiver as she had her
second orgasm. She feared this black man, but she greedily pulled him in
deeper, further past than her husbands cock had ever been. She looked up into
the dark black mans eyes, and knew that this moment would forever be burned into
her brain.

"FU.... fuck me please.... HARDER!"

It was at that point that Jim saw her legs straighten out and point at the
ceiling, and he realized that his bride of two years was now being used and
owned by the muscular black guy, as he started to saw in and out of his wife,
like she belonged to him now.

"Uhmm Vick... he isn't wearing a rubber!"

Between grunts, she looked at her husband and gave him that 'I don't care' look.
Her fingers were pressing hard into Brad's back, as that 10 or 11 inch cock was
bottoming out in her on every stroke. The word rubber had briefly registered
into her brain, but was just as quickly forgotten. Vickie was getting the fucking
of her life at that point, and the only thing she wanted was for it to never
ever stop.

Brad's tongue was fucking her mouth almost as hard as his cock was. This tiny
white housewife, was a delicious morsel and he was going to get all he could out
of her little body. His middle finger had already found and entered her
ass hole, as each power stroke of his cock seemed to open her anal cavity more
and more.

Vickie was in that never never land at that moment.... she was being power
fucked by a black man she didn't even know, with a cock bigger than she had ever
imagined, and somehow she now had a finger in her ass, while she was exchanging
spit in the wild french kissing they were doing.

Suddenly Brad stiffened up, as his legs straightened out rearward, as his pubes
smashed hard against her swollen red mound.

Brad pulled away from her lips and she looked into his black eyes, as she felt
a tremendous shot of cum hit against her womb. She couldn't remember what day of
the month would be her time, but she knew that if it were anywhere close to her
fertile time, this nigger was going to find her egg.

Another hard blast of cum followed the first one, and another one after that one.
She looked up at him, and realized that this man was breeding her, and giving her
the c***d she had wanted so badly.

A black c***d? At this point she didn't care, she was only feeling bad cause she
knew that he would be pulling out soon and they would have to leave, but out of
the corner of her eye she noticed the other black man walking to her with lust in
his eyes, as he was stroking something almost as big around as a coke can.

As Brad pulled out, they all could see some of his cum ( and probably hers too ),
drip down past her ass cheeks, and down onto the dirty bed sheet.

"NEXT...."

She heard him say it and started giggling.

"NO, that's enough!" Jim blurted out.

"It's okay honey, I'm on a perpetual orgasm right now, and I could take the whole
city of Memphis, or where ever to hell we are right now."

Even with her pussy full of cum, Chester had a hard time getting more than an inch
or so into her cunt.

"OH fuck.... your so fucking big.... easy.... NO, don't stop, just take it easy." she
groaned, as what felt like a coke can slowly worming it's way in, pushing what was
left of Brad's cum back up towards her womb.

"Geez your fu... fucking big!"

"Lady I can't stop now... it's been a week or more since my last cum, and I gotta nut
real soon."

"No please, I need to be fucked... don't cum yet!"

"Hah, don't worry lady, once I've shot my first load, it will stay hard for a long
long time!"

Vickie relaxed when she heard that, and four or five inches of that fat cock slid
deeper into her love channel. She heard her husband groan, and she looked over just
in time to see him shoot his load onto the floor. She couldn't believe it... her
husband had been standing there jacking off when she was getting the fucking of her
life.

As she looked up into Chesters grinning face, she heard Jim shout "No, I can't"

She looked back and saw that Brad was forcing her husband to his knees. What was
Brad going to do, she wondered, but when that wet black cock that had been fucking
her not two minutes ago was being rubbed across his lips, she knew she was going to
be seeing her husband lick her black lover clean.

"No no hubby... your not gonna lick it, your gonna SUCK IT!" and with that, part of
Brads cock found it's way into her husbands mouth.

The shock of seeing her husband sucking a cock was so much for her, that her body
almost went limp, and the full seven inches of very fat black cock bottomed out in her
and she felt it.... what the fuck, was he peeing in her? No, she finally realized
that his cum shot was so strong that it was like a ongoing jet of liquid.

When Chester started to pull out and then drove his cock back home again repeatedly,
she knew that she was finally going to get her fourth or was it her fifth... oh fuck
it didn't matter, as she started having another prolonged orgasm.

She heard Jim cough and was trying to say something, as she saw Brad's cock pistoning
in and out of her husband's mouth.... no that couldn't be, his pubes were repeatedly
mashing into her husband nose. Was Brad fucking his throat?

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Fast forward two hours, and there was a loud knocking on the door, and a black man's
voice telling them that the their time was up. It was really a blessing that the
manager had interrupted them.

Vickie had lost count of how many times they had switched partners, but she knew they
were probably both done with her, cause even now as she was sucking first one and then
the other soft cocks, they were done using her.

Jim was curled up in the fetal position cause at one time they had left her alone,
and both of them had ganged up on Jim. She vaguely remembered seeing Chester fucking
her husbands mouth... as best as Jim could with a cock that large, while at the same
time it looked like Brad was fucking her husband. From the bed she couldn't see
Brad's cock, but the way he had his hands gripping Jim's hips and pushing in all the
way, she knew her husband was being fucked.

Vicky woke up as the loud pounding started again on the door.

She realized that her and Jim were the only ones in the room, and with Jim curled up
she waddled as best as she could to the door and opened it up partially.

"Look lady, you want more fucking tonight, your gonna have to pay more money"

"Okay... okay, give us a few minutes."

The manager muttered some more profanity as he was walking away, and she helped Jim
up and into the filthy bathroom.

"Come on hon, their kicking us out, so let me wash the cum off of your lips and chin."

They managed to get out of that bad area of town and found a Holiday Inn that looked
like it might be half assed clean. They had held each other as the warm water streamed
over both of them. It was now an hour later since they had been in that seedy hotel,
and Vickie swore that more cum was still flowing out of her swollen pussy lips.

Not a word was spoken between the two of them as the snuggled up in bed, as much for
comfort as to secure each other that they still loved each other. Not another word
was said about last night, till they had found their way back onto the interstate,
when Jim heard the chilling words that his little wife said as she was lighting up
her first joint of the day.

"You think we can find that exit again, when were going back up north?"