Froth

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Froth

By Mason Jarre'

"What a fucking birthday party," I thought to myself as staggered down the street as the snow floated down around me. Cold air chilled me to the bone. I was drunk, seriously drunk, but knew better than to attempt driving. Besides, my apartment was only a couple of blocks away.

"Shit! It's cold as fuck out here."

I was literally shaking from the cold, teeth chattering, staggering down the snow covered street. I had to get out of this wind, this abominable weather, just for a few moments to warm up.

The light above the bar's entrance hissed like a bug zapper as I stepped down into the doorway to a bar below street level. The warm air from the bar embraced me as I entered the club. The room itself was very dark, but I didn't care. I wanted to get warm, possibly sober up a little, and then head on home.

I didn't bother taking my coat off. I was so cold and my pale white hands were shivering. The bar itself was long with mahogany panels, green globes with brass fixtures, very stylish I thought to myself as I approached it. The bartender smiled a big toothy grin as I sat down. His thick 70's mustache was slightly blacker then his skin.

"What will you have?" he asked, his dark eyes flashing.

"Coffee, if you have it?"

"Sorry, closest thing I have is some Bailey's."

"I guess I'll have that."

As he left to pour me a drink, I reached for my wallet.

"You're new here, aren't you?" came a voice to my right. I turned to look at the patron beside me.

"Yeah, I just stepped in to get out of the cold for a few minutes."

"Cool, man, very cool."

My hands still shook from the cold as I pulled my wallet from my jeans.

"Cold is more like it. I'm freezing."

The bartender pushed the drink in front of me, it had a whip cream head on it, and I threw him a couple of bucks.

"I'm Jamal, by the way."

"Rory. Rory Ragland," I stuck a hand out to shake his. His soft ebony skin felt like silk to the touch, and warm, ".Nice to meet you Jamal."

".Nice to meet you, Rory." There was something strange about his handshake-he had a very firm, powerful handshake. I turned my attention back to the bartender.

"Excuse me, sir."

The bartender smiled again as I spoke.

".May I get a drink for my friend here?."

"Sure thang."

"Umm. Sir, may I have your name?"

"Charlie."

".Nice to meet you Charlie, and thank you!"

"You're welcome."

I took a sip of my drink, accidentally getting some of the cream, some of the froth on my upper lip. Jamal and I began to converse:

"So, what brings you out on a night like this."

"Just left my birthday party, it was a bust."

".Sad to hear it man."

"Yeah, well, another year older, another year wiser."

".Well, happy birthday, anyway."

"Thanks, thirty-one years old today: Happy fucking birthday to me."

The liquor began to warm me from the inside. Jamal slapped my back, rubbed it a little and then took a sip of his drink. I drank down some more, letting it chase the cold away. I then attempted to stand and remove my coat. The room spun a little. I steadied myself on the barstool.

"Looks like you've had a few already, dude," said Jamal.

"Yeah, well."

"Here, let me take that for you," said Charlie reaching for my coat.

"Thanks," I responded as I handed him my coat.

"Steady there tiger," said Jamal as he helped me back onto the stool.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. Just now starting to feel warm."

"So what brings you out tonight, Jamal?"

"Didn't want to stay home alone, thought I'd come out, see if I could get a little action."

"Good luck there."

Suddenly there was a light slap on my back.

"Hey, there, how's it going, dawg?"

I turned to look at the guy on my left, thinking it might be somebody I knew but I couldn't place him. I took another swig of my drink-damn it tasted good.

"Fine, thank you, and yourself?"

"It's all good bro. Hey Jamal, how's it hangin'?

"Hey, Ramone, brother, what's up?"

"Just chillin', killin' time," answered Jamal as the two greeted each other with slaps on their backs.

"Hey, Charlie, get us another round, put it on my tab-and for my homeboy, Rory here, get him some good stuff."

Jamal turned his attention back to Ramone and me.

"Ramone, this here's Rory, Rory, this is Ramone, my brother from another mother."

"Nice to meet you Ramone," I said putting out my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Rory."

Charlie came with our drinks.

"Excuse me, sir. I mean Charlie, can I smoke in here?"

"Sure thang, go ahead and light up."

"Thanks, Jamal, for the drink," I said as I glanced over at Jamal as I lit up a cigarette. Ramone was standing next to him with his arm around him. I began to get a little suspicious and started in on the fresh drink. I glanced to the back of the bar and saw some shadows moving around the pool table. That is also when I noticed I still had some cream on my lips as I pulled the glass away. I wasn't sure what Jamal had bought me, but it did taste good. Jamal lit my cigarette for me.

"So, what's your story man?" asked Ramone.

Jamal answered for me while I drank.

"It's his birthday; he's trying to make his way home."

"Cool, dawg, happy birthday."

As Ramone reached over and hugged me, I could feel something hard rubbing up against my leg.

"Thanks," I said as he moved away from me. I noticed that my speech was getting to be a little bit slurred. I looked around the bar, some of the guys had on leathers as if it was a biker bar.

"You feelin' okay there bud?" asked Jamal as he put a hand on my leg as I puffed on the cigarette.

"Yeah, I'm good."

His hand shifted slightly to my crotch, and my cock, having a mind of its own, jumped to life a little.

"Yeah, I'm really good, sir."

The booze was starting to hit me.

"Is it me, or is it getting warm in here?" I said, taking off my sports coat, "Charlie could you take care of this for me."

Charlie had appeared out of nowhere again with more drinks.

"Yeah man." Charlie took my coat.

"So, what happens here? Pool? Darts?" I noticed about ten guys in the back playing pool.

"Pool, cards, whatever the boys are in the mood for," answered Jamal.

"Cool. Cool." I was starting to feel a little nervous as I glanced around the room, seeing that it was full of men. I snuffed out my cigarette.

"Yeah, lots of guys like to come down here, get away from it all for a little while," said Ramone.

"Excuse me, but where's the head; need to take a leak."

"It's in the back, over there," Ramone was quick to answer. I nearly fell off the barstool as I stood up.

"Here, I'll go with you. I need to take a piss too."

I gratefully looked into Jamal's eyes. He helped steady me as we walked to the bathroom. After propping me up in front of a urinal, he took the one next to mine. I got my cock out and attempted to take a wiz.

Not sure why I did it, but I glanced over at Jamal's cock. It looked long, thick, and partially hard. I quickly averted my eyes. When I glanced over at Jamal's face his eyes danced and a big smile creased his face.

I staggered back from the urinal and zipped up. My cock had started to get hard from the experience. I attempted to tuck it back in, but it was difficult. As I washed my hands in the sink, I caught Jamal's image as he was walking up behind me. He brushed against me lightly as he went to wash his hands. I glanced again. His cock seemed stiff in his pants, and ran halfway down his leg.

On our way back to the bar, I could feel his dick brushing against me as we walked. My own cock started to creep down my leg. Before sitting down, I took off my sweater and tie, Ramone helped. Jamal assisted me getting back on the bar stool. His own seat seemed closer now. Fresh drinks were set before us and I thought I saw a wink pass between Jamal and Charlie.

"Damn, more drinks."

"Yeah, Charlie's the greatest bartender in the world," boasted Ramone.

Jamal was now behind me, rubbing my back-it felt good. The tension that I had been feeling drifted away as I drank more. I moved to better seat myself and that's when I felt something hard against my ass. At that point, my cock became completely erect, straining against my jeans.

There was something sensual about Jamal's touch.

"You cool man?" asked Ramone with his hand on my thigh. His touch felt awfully close to my cock.

"I'm good, feeling better all the time."

"Hey, boys, how's it goin'?" came another voice.

"Hey! Andre! My main man! How you doin'?"

Andre was taller, with thick lips, and muscular. His athletic frame seemed to tower over me as they greeted each other as if longtime friends.

"Hey, Rory, this here is Andre. Andre, this here is Rory."

"Nice to meet you," I said pushing my hand out.

"Same here man, dem's some pretty green eyes you have."

"Uhh. thank you," I said somewhat confused. Jamal's arm had found its way over my shoulder and into my shirt, and his warm hand had begun playing with my nipple. Ramone seemed encouraged by this; his hand began rubbing my thigh.

After shaking my hand, Andre smiled as he looked at me. It was a smile that held the devil in it. One of Jamal's hands was rubbing my shoulder while the other aroused my nipple.

"Nice chest you have there," said Andre as he unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my pinkish white flesh with a dusting of red fur.

"Thanks," I said as he reached inside my shirt and began playing with my other nipple. The room began to spin a little more.

As I let my arms fall by my side, my left arm brushed against Andre's crotch.

"Nice red hair you have too," said Andre.

"Uhh, thank you, sir."

"You know, I like dis boy," said Andre, and with one swift move, he unzipped his pants and let his hard cock fall on my thigh. I looked at it in amazement, staring in disbelief at his long black semi-hard dick.

"Damn, you must really like me."

Jamal, meanwhile, had unbuttoned my shirt completely and I could feel it being removed from me.

Unexpectedly, I watched myself reach over and touch Andre's cock. I gently grasped it.

"That's nice, very nice."

At that moment, I felt something warm, wet and slick against my lower back. It felt like a hard tube had been placed against the small of my back, right above my crack.

"Seems you like what you see too," said Andre. Ramone's hand moved to my belt.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

I glanced down to my right to watch Ramone's hands as my belt was removed. His thick black rod was out too. Nice! My white skin seemed to glow against his dark flesh.

"You like his cock," whispered Jamal in my ear, his breath warmed my ear.

"It's pretty, very pretty," I answered, shaking my head in agreement.

Jamal and Ramone stood me up off the barstool.

"You want to suck this cock, don't ya boy?" said Andre.

"Sir, yes, sir. But, it'd be a first for me."

"Go ahead, taste it," whispered Ramone.

I fell to my knees and stared for what seemed an eternity at Andre's enormous cock. It looked to be a good thirteen inches long and rock hard. Andre encouraged me by placing the head of his dick on the tip of my lips. My mouth parted, my eyes closed, and I began to suck.

My hand found its way to his shaft and I began stroking his rod as I sucked, licked my tongue around its head, and tried to force as much of it into my mouth as I could.

"Damn," said Ramone, "This boy is cock hungry."

A little dribble of pre-cum escaped Andre's cock, the taste was sweet. Time and space dissolved around me. I had always wanted to check out a black cock and now was my chance-I wasn't going to waste it. I was trying to get more and more of his cock in my mouth. I could feel it bouncing against the back of my throat. I did my best to suppress my gag reflexes.

Arms pulled me upwards and away from Andre's cock. Charlie's lips met mine and I could feel his cock poking into my thigh. My hands found their way to his chest as he pulled me close. The kinky fur on his chest felt so good, masculine.

Distracted by his kiss, the guys removed the rest of my clothing. I was naked in a bar surrounded by four very hot black men.

As I parted from kissing Charlie, my lips met Jamal's soft thick mouth. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth as he lifted me into his arms and carried me across the bar towards some pool tables. I could feel his upturned cock on my lower back and ass, and sticky pre-cum from his cock drooled knob nectar on me.

Jamal sat me down gently on the pool table. I looked over his shoulder as he kissed my neck, I could see the other guys removing their last remaining articles of clothing. They looked so hot, muscled, toned bodies in the dim light with their thick black cocks at full mast.

Jamal's cock was rubbing against my own.

"You're going to be our boy tonight, aren't ya'?"

I didn't know how to respond.

"Yeah, I'll be your boy tonight; I'll suck all of you off."

".Yeah, boy?"

"...Yes, sir."

Once more Jamal's lush, thick lips met mine. My hands quickly began stroking his shaft. Andre, Charlie, and Ramone were next to us now, each one sharing a kiss, stroking my cock as I moved my hands to stroke as many cocks as I could.

Ramone sat on the pool table to my left; Andre was gently playing with my right nipple as Charlie sucked on my left. Jamal was constantly, rhythmically, moving between my legs.

Their hands moved softly across my pale white skin. My own ten inch cock was aching; I could feel Jamal and Andre's pre-cum warm against my flesh. Jamal backed away as Charlie gave me a hard, lush kiss. Andre and Jamal moved me to Ramone's dick.

As Ramone leaned back on the pool table, light shone down on his cock-damn it was big, had to be a good eleven inches and as thick as a beer can. I bent over to suck on Ramone, hands moved around my body, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my back and ass, someone squeezing my balls.

"Damn, he has a fine ass."

I didn't recognize the voice. At that point, Ramone pushed my head down further on his cock. His pre-cum was smooth, watery, sweet. A strange smell began to fill the air. Someone had begun to pass around a joint.

Andre lifted me off Ramone's cock; he had started moaning loudly causing some of the other patrons to gather around us. The hit off the joint seemed to only make my dick ache more as it kicked in. I coughed a little. Charlie had sat down next to Ramone and I moved to his fat cock. It was only about eleven inches long, but stretched my mouth even more than Ramone's. His cock was massive, thick, and definitely larger than a beer can.

Someone's hands began rubbing my crack, roughly feeling my firm ass.

Not wanting to, I raised myself off Charlie's rod and found Jamal behind me.

"I. I don't get fucked," I whispered as he cradled me in his arms. I barely had time to say that when the joint found its way to my lips.

"You want our dicks right?"

"Damn, they are some nice pieces of meat."

"Well, we want your ass."

"I. I don't take it up the ass, sorry."

My head was quickly pulled back down to Charlie's cock. It was so soft, so silky, I gave in to giving him a good old- fashioned, sloppy blow job, loosing myself in the musky scent and taste of his sweet dick.

The sensation of cold liquid going down my back, dripping into my crack hit me, distracting me for a moment. But, it was quickly followed by a warm tongue.

I moaned in gratification. Unaware of whose thick black tongue it was, I didn't worry. It felt way too good as he licked and sucked up the liquor between my cheeks.

Andre was busy stroking my cock and rubbing my back, saying, "Good boy, take that dick. You want our dicks don't you?"

I nodded in agreement. Charlie was moaning loudly and I could feel cum rising up in his ebony cock as I shoved my mouth all the way down his dick. Both my hands were stroking huge black cocks-hard as steel. Andre pulled me off Charlie's cock and kissed me. Damn his thick lips felt good. So good I didn't hear the scuffling in the back ground. Andre's kiss was numbing-literally. I inhaled as we kissed and my nose became numb, my brain became on fire.

Seconds later, Charlie was kissing me, his thick black tongue probed deeply into my mouth. His mustache tickled my nose. With his kiss I could feel the inside of my throat growing numb. More hands seemed to be rubbing my body and the room was beginning to get fuzzy. The tongue on my hole was lapping away, flickering and poking inside me.

As I left Charlie's kiss, one of the other patrons who had been shooting pool, stood before me naked.

"Come, on boy, swallow this."

As I bent over, he backed away. Stooping, I pathetically chased after his cock.

"Yeah," came a foreign voice, "he really wants our dicks."

When I finally reached his cock, I found myself resting on what seemed to be some type of a sawhorse with padding. I lay across the top of it with my rock solid dick off to the right. A fresh tongue started in on my ass, my brain, my entire body was on fire. Within seconds, fur covered restraints were around my wrist and ankles. I was bound, shackled to the sawhorse. The new guy began to thrust and gag me with his cock as a warm sensation trickled down my back and into my crack. I struggled against the restraints. Strong black hands began to lube my hole, shoving in fingers, loosening me up. I tried to resist a little, but who was I kidding. I was in over-drive, I wanted black cock and I was getting it. The guy I was sucking on began to moan and I could feel his spunk swelling up in his cock.

Instinctively, my ass began to flex, almost trapping one of the fingers inside.

"This boy is primed, ready to go," I heard someone say through the haze.

A fresh cock was placed in my mouth as someone slapped my ass, then rubbed my cheeks momentarily, only to feel the sting of another couple of slaps and something that felt like a belt on my furry white butt.

"Look at this little white pussy boy, sucking dick."

My own dick was rubbing against the padding, dangling in the air. Every once in a while someone would touch it, stroke it for a few seconds, then move on.

"Ahhh." I tried to yell, but the cock in my mouth prevented it. I could feel a hard cock pressing into me, stretching my hole. It felt huge. Again I struggled against the shackles.

"Go Jamal, you go get you some of that white ass."

Jamal did his best to ease himself inside me, opening up my ass. Damn it hurts. I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth. Jamal's hands were on my hips as he guided his dick inside me. But all hopes of Jamal taking it slowly ended quickly.

Once he'd passed my ring, he shoved it in deep, roughly, as deep as he could get it. His thrusting scooted the sawhorse forward, pushing the cock in my mouth deeper into my throat, hitting the back of it.

Jamal knew how to fuck and fuck hard, wiggling his cock from side to side inside me with each thrust. He rammed his cock in hard and fast, stroking me from the inside out, hitting the sweet spot deep inside me.

A slap on my ass made me tighten up around his dick. He kept slapping my butt as he plowed my hole. I grasped hold of the legs of the sawhorse. Someone slapped at my balls and dick; the hard black rod in my mouth was leaking pre-cum.

"Oh, yeah man, knew his hole would be tight," I heard Jamal practically yell, "Oh, damn, gonna bust a nut. Oh, damn!!"

A slap burned across my ass just as warm cum flooded inside me, hitting my special spot-I quivered from the intense heat of his load in my chute. I was already close to the edge of cumming myself. My ass felt slick and warm as he pulsed inside me. He kept thrusting and jabbing his cock in me. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back as he bred my ass.

I must have tightened my lips from the concentration of feeling his seed on my prostate, filling my hole. The cock in my mouth began to shoot a big juicy load. I tried gobbling as much as I could. Some of it dribbled down my chin. It tasted different than other jism I'd eaten. and there was a lot of it. My mouth was pumped full of black spunk.

"My turn, gonna tear this bitch's ass up," I heard Ramone say with the tip of his thirteen inch cock starting to enter me. Fortunately, Jamal's cum acted as extra lube. I was grateful that Jamal had gone first as Ramone grabbed my shoulder while he slid inside. I felt my asshole stretch even farther.

I wanted to yell, but gasped from the pain. Another black dick entered my mouth as I breathed in. It was thick; I looked up to see Charlie's face smiling down at me.

"Hey, I want some of that mouth."

The words came from another patron. He was tall, muscled, and looked like he went to the gym every day. His cock wasn't as thick as Charlie's. The two began to share my mouth as the head of Ramone's cock was buried deep inside my ass. I could feel his pubes and thighs against my ass. I managed to get part of both cocks in my mouth with the help from Ramone's constant thrusting.

The sawhorse squeaked along the floor, inching me forward as Ramone attempted to penetrate me. Finally, he moved his other hand to my shoulder to brace me from moving away from his assault on my hole. His firm grip was sensual while Charlie and the guy next to him take turns fucking my mouth and smearing the cocks across my face.

"Dayum! Dayum! Oh, Dayum!" Ramone's voice was growing louder and I could feel his cock swelling.

"Shit! Fuck! Shit!" yelled the unknown guy fucking my face. He moved Charlie out of the way and rammed is swollen cock as far into my mouth as he could. He came first shooting a large wad into my mouth; Ramone was seconds behind him.

"Oh, fuck!" chimed both men.

The affect of my tight hole on Ramone's dick took hold as he grabbed me by the hips and scooted both me and the sawhorse backwards into his cock. Again warmth spread deep inside me as Ramone unloaded. His jism was hotter than Jamal's. As the one guy's cock exploded in my mouth, I could smell his muskiness, his man scent was intoxicating. He shot his load just seconds before I felt Ramone's seed breeding my hole. I tried to keep as much of it in my mouth as I could. It tasted so good.

"Let me at that ass," said Charlie as he moved to take Ramone's place. The guy who's cum I was now swallowing smeared that last couple of drops on my lips, under my nose. It was pungent, and by the size of his load, I could tell he hadn't gotten off for a couple of days.

"Oh, fuck," I managed to say as he pulled away, that is when Andre stepped to my mouth. His cock looked even bigger than before, the size of a tree trunk with veins rippling through it.

Charlie struggled as he tried to get his massive black cock inside me. Both Jamal and Ramone's cum began to get smeared around his shaft, greasing his rod. He poked at my hole with head of his cock which went in smooth enough, but my poor white ass, glowing in the darkened room, felt it couldn't stretch any further around Charlie's dick. I winced in pain as Charlie penetrated me. I tried to suck in air, but Andre seized the moment and forced his dick into my mouth.

"That's it, baby, suck my cock, show me how you like a black man's dick."

I had no choice; I began to attempt to bob my head up and down on his dick. Charlie slapped my ass, hoping it would open up my hole further to take his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, to my right, I saw Jamal and Ramone smoking a joint and drinking their cocktails with the guy who had just came in my mouth-they were laughing and their cocks didn't appear to be going down any time soon. I suddenly became concerned that they might want a second round of my ass. Was I bitch enough to handle it?

The pain of Charlie's penetration brought me back to the reality that he was plugging my butt with his fire hydrant of a dick. A sharp aching shot through me as he plowed deeper and deeper into me. I saw stars dancing on my eyelids. His soft hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock. The pain was almost unbearable. Charlie's dick was tapered with a fat part up close to the head of is cock. When that fat part of his dick hit my sweet spot, my dick jumped and twitched. I moaned.

"Come on bitch, take my cock," yelled Charlie.

Andre's own dick was longer than a paper towel role and just as thick as Jamal's. I could feel it scraping my tonsils, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes opened wider as Charlie began digging his heels in, riding my white pussy ass as if it was the last one on earth.

I closed my eyes to both the pleasure and the pain that Charlie was giving me. Andre pulled his cock out of my mouth, forcing me to look at it, at him.

"That's it white boy, I wanted to see the lust in your eyes."

As Andre rubbed the head of his cock on my lips, once more I tasted his pre-cum, he started pre-cumming a lot. It was watery, overpowering, tasty. Charlie's repetitive motion, the fat splayed part of his cock stroking me on the inside, was causing my own cum to bubble inside me.

"That's fuckin' the bomb, man."

That voice caused me to turn my head to my left. I saw three more black guys naked, stroking their cocks between puffs off a joint, licking their lips, aching to take their turn with me. Andre demanded my full attention on his dick, grabbing my head while thrusting into my mouth. Another thrust from Charlie and both my eyes and mouth widened. Andre's cock pushed into the back of my throat causing my eyes to water and testing my gag reflex.

My cock shifted against the padding.

"Fuck yeah!" escaped Charlie's lips. His cock swelled inside me as he was struggling when trying to pull out, but he had no problem shoving it in. Andre was turned on by watching Charlie fuck my lily white butt. He held my shoulder as both began thrusting harder. I began breathing even harder.

"Here it comes, bitch, here it comes. Gonna breed that ass."

I whimpered from the somewhat painful assault.

Charlie's load was huge and searing; it felt as if it was burning the inside of my hole. It was as if his entire dick was a red hot poker. Andre, not to be out done, began to buck with all his weight. As Charlie's dick stroked me, Andre exploded in my mouth. I too lost control as his spunk turned into foam. Charlie had literally fucked the cum out of me. Without touching my self, my eyes rolled back into my head and my dick agonizingly released its load spilling jism on the floor. Frothy cum drooled from my mouth and down both the inside and outside of my throat, and a mix of Charlie, Ramone, and Jamal's seed had become an airy lather in and on my ass, foam created by their constant piston action from assaulting my hole.

"Hell, we've got to get us some of that," said one of the three guys to my left.

"Yeah, that bitch is in heat."

They strutted over with there hard cocks swaying as they walked. The three guys unhitched me from the sawhorse. I was weak from all the fucking. One of the guys put a joint to my cum-stained mouth as the other two held me up. The two propping me up were built like line backers. My legs almost buckled underneath me. Soreness and pain from taking three loads in my ass filled me. I could feel some cum dripping from my hole as the third guy removed the joint and gave me a shot of vodka.

"Come on, Tyrese, let's get him into the backroom," said the tallest one, the one to my left, in a husky voice. Both his nips had been pierced. A glint of light caught my eye. I looked at the guy propping me up on the right and saw the Prince Albert piercing his massive black cock.

The backroom was slightly brighter than the bar, but the walls were painted black. Chains hung from the ceiling with shackles. My hands were quickly fastened to them. The one called `Tyrese' shoved a bench between my legs. I noticed my chute had an empty feeling, my buttocks was flexing, twitching, aching for more dick.

"Hey, Marcus, get on the bench."

The guy with the P.A. lay on the bench while Tyrese hoisted my arms above my head.

"Troy, get the bitch into position." The guy behind me slapped my ass and pushed me over the guy they were calling Marcus. I looked down to see a smile on Marcus' face. The metal of his P.A. grazed my asshole; it felt cool on my hot ass.

Marcus' dick was just as massive as Charlie's but looked longer and curved up toward his six-pack, toned abs, it rested on his belly. As Troy moved me, Marcus held up his cock up so that metal of the P.A. was centered on my bud. My body looked so pale against Marcus' coal black skin.

With strong, large hands, Marcus pushed me down on his dick. I gasped, breathed deeply, trying to adjust to his penetration and the metal ring in his cock. The P.A. was a sensation I had never felt before. The thickness, hardness, and sheer size of his cock had my own dick rock solid. But feeling the metal ring in my ass was ecstasy.

As I dangled from the chains, `Tyrese' straddled Marcus and put his cock in my mouth. It was delicious, silky, and I could tell it was in need a good suck. Marcus played with my chest as Tyrese pushed down on my shoulders. I began bouncing up and down on Marcus' meat, feeling the intensity of the P.A. stroking me on the inside. My ass had been primed and I was ready for more.

The one they had called Troy, who kissed my neck from behind me, placed his hands on my hips. His thick black dick was rubbing against my pale white flesh, pre-cumming on my back.

"Damn," said Troy, "such a sweet ass."

His right hand moved my hip to his cock. I could feel it sliding down my crack. I sucked harder on Tyrese. I gasped as Troy's cock slide in next to Marcus'. I felt my hole being stretched beyond belief. Both enormous black cocks were fighting it out inside my hole.

My dick was aching, my arms crisscrossed over my head-shackled, and my ass was feeling both pleasure and pain. Tyrese began pumping hard into my mouth, turned on by Marcus and Troy double-dicking me. As Troy pushed in, it caused the head of Marcus' cock to burrow deep inside, pushing the P.A. against my prostate sending shivers through my body. My own cum began to bubble up inside me as my dick bounced on Marcus' belly. Stars again began to fill my head. I breathed in the muskiness of Tyrese. Marcus, playing with my nipples, began twisting them harder.

I looked around Tyrese's massive dick at my own white cock; the head was rubbing against Marcus' rock solid abs. The little fur on his belly teased the head of my cock. Troy was pumping me hard and Marcus was in rhythm, as if both were timing their thrust together.

My cock and hole couldn't take it any more. The orgasm was intense and from deep within my balls. My cock looked very hot as the white rod with the pink helmet shot and pulsed onto Marcus' dark, furry, tummy.

In spite of my own satisfaction, the men kept pounding me, my asshole began to ache. These ebony gods demanded satisfaction and were determined to have it. My cock refused to go down. Tyrese, seeing my load on Marcus' belly slapped my face and began thrusting harder. As I tightened my lips and swirled my tongue around the head of Tyrese cock, pre- cum from both Marcus and Troy kept lathering up my ass, keeping it nice and slick, but it still ached from the constant assault.

I could feel the P.A. shifting inside me.

"Oh, fuck man," yelled Troy as he tightened his grip on my hips.

"Shit!" screamed Marcus. I attempted to plead with them to stop, but Tyrese just kept jabbing his cock in my mouth.

My ass was nearing numbness. I was on the verge of blacking out.

"Fuck!" echoed in my ears as a double dose of warm cum filled my hole.

"Damn, ya'll," said Tyrese, thrusting to keep up. He began to work my mouth really hard, ramming his cock in my mouth, bruising my throat. Tyrese's load was thick and salty. I could feel it coating the back of my throat as he shot his wad. Both Marcus and Troy pounded the last drops of cum in my hole.

Marcus shifted my nipples, letting Troy take over. With a couple of firm, hard strokes from his silky hands, my cock exploded again onto his furry tummy.

"Yo, dawgs, you finished?" came a voice from the door. I turned to see Andre with a wide grin on his face.

"Yeah, man, we need to recharge."

"'K," responded Andre as more black guys shuffled into the room, "I's got some more playa's for our bitch."

All for now.

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