Vickie and Jim 2

Mardi Gras had been great, with lots of partying, Jim pulling her top up
regularly so everyone could see her tiny breasts, and of course they scored lots
of stuff to smoke so they would have plenty of what she liked to call her "high"
times.

Vickie had been felt up countless times while they were partying through the
streets, getting plenty of beads with her showing her little titties, but the
early that morning as Jim was fucking her so he could get his nut, he noticed
Vickie had that far away look in her eyes.....

"What up hon, you not feeling up to it?"

"Sorry Jim, I was thinking of those black guys up in Memphis, and.... God, I
just can't get those big black cocks that had me that night, out of my mind."

Jim quickly nutted when he remembered how they had fucked Vickie that night, and
ended\ up making him suck their cocks afterwards. It had been great for both of
them, but Jim remembered feeling shame the next day as they were on their way to
New Orleans. She had talked about it in great detail, and when she mentioned
having a huge orgasm when she had seen Jim sucking a black cock, she had said
that it had turned her on so much, knowing that Jim was bi-sexual, and not
afraid to show it.

What he had not told her, was that the black guy had threatened to knock him
silly if he didn't suck the guys cock. One thing had led to another, and not
only had he sucked him, the guy had forced him to turn over, and he had fucked
him slowly as Jim had cried.

Now looking back at that time, and her mentioning Memphis again, he looked at
his wife trying to gage what was on her mind.

"Your wanting to go back there, aren't you?"

She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip.

"Are you mad at me for wanting that again?"

"Of course not! It's just that... well, I know you felt self conscious about me
seeing you sucking and getting fucked, and I figured you would steer far clear
of going back there again."

"Look Vick.... I know you had a great time, and I have to admit that I.... well
I enjoyed it too. I was just scared that you would think I'm a homo or
something because of what happened."

"Fuck Jim... I told you that I had been with that girl down the block from us,
what difference does it make that you made it with a guy. Were BISEXUAL hon,
and that is all it is. You've sucked cock, I've sucked pussy.... hell I've been
fucked by black guys. The only thing I haven't done is dogs, or something like
that, so throw the inhibitions away honey. I love you, and only you, but since
Memphis I have found that I need sex.... lots more sex, okay?"

Jim looked his little wife in the eyes and as he slowly lowered his lips to hers,
he whispered, "You wanna go back to that motel when we go home? I mean we fucking
do it, and neither of us gets mad about it?"

As her tongue shot out to meet his she quickly said, "YES!"

They had spent two more days in New Orleans, but they had admitted to each other
that they couldn't wait to get back on the road. When he had said that they must
have missed to exit going into Memphis, she shot him a look like maybe he was
gonna get killed.

"Geez, can't you take a fucking joke? Light up another one and get in the mood, I'm
gonna find that bar we went to. Crawl in the back and change into a skirt... uhmm.
that short little number with the zipper on the side, and while your at it, leave
the bra and thong off."

"Yes sir, any other orders?"

"Hurry it up... were almost there."

She felt the van turn and then stop, and as she pulled her tee over her stiffening
nipples, the door opened up and Jim was offering his hand to help her out.

A loud whistle came from the entrance of the bar.

"Hey the Mardi Gras couple!!!"

It was Chester, but Vickie didn't see Brad.

"Hi ya Ches, you been waiting all this time for us to come back?"

"Why of course purty lady, you going in for a drink or where you looking for some
fun?"

Vickie turned around looking at her husband.

"I'm not really thirsty hon, how about you?"

As Jim opened the door to the van again, Vickie looked over at Chester and stuttered,

"Where is Brad?"

Chester was all smiles as he saw the couple getting into the van, knowing that the fun
was about to begin."

"He be working or something, but... I've got a couple of buddies if you wanting it."

Vickie smile at the black man, already sensing that she would be getting another black
fucking soon.

"I'm game..." and as she looked over at her husband, "and I think he is too."

"Okay, you two get a room and park in front of the door, I be getting me some buddies."

Fifteen minutes later, the white couple were both hitting the joints hard, when they saw
a Caddy pull up and park next to them. Chester was the first to get out, and his big
smile was directed at Vickie, as three more black men got out of the car.

"I brung reinforcements." he smiled, as he opened up the door for her.

Anyone watching would have known what was going to happen, as he wrapped his arm around
her and grabbed her ass. Vickie was anxious but also nervous knowing that it was
going to be another gangbang. She looked over at Jim. but already his head was looking
down and his whole composure seemed to have made his body sag down. She knew she was
going to get her fucking, but she knew that Jim would too. It started he juices flowing
cause she knew her husband was already anticipating what would happen to him as soon
as they got into the room.

This room was like the other room they had... it smelled of cigarettes and some kind of
antiseptic cleaner, but then they were past caring about the cleanlyness, and now
anticipating how it was going to start.

As Chester was leading Vickie over to the bed, she suddenly remembered that she had
not taken her protection pill since they had arrived in New Orleans, and she fleetingly
thought that maybe now might be that time of the month.

Shit... yes... fuck, it was now her fertile time of the month, and with four guys
possibly jumping her body, she knew that rubbers would probably be forgotten. Fuck it
she thought, she was past caring now, as he back hit the bed and Chester was tugging
on her skirt.

"Easy big boy, were not going back to Chicago till we feel like it."

Jim's mouth had opened up for the black cock that was pressing against his lips, and
as the big black knob slipped in past his teeth, he felt his cock being played with.
He remembered the last time they did this, he had been forced to suck, and then against
his will he had been fucked. Now all of a sudden he felt lips circling his cock and
then a wet mouth engulfed him.

'Oh fuck, not only was he sucking a cock, but his own was being sucked.'

Vickie briefly caught sight of Jim as two of the black guys were working him over.

'OMG she thought, he is sucking one guy and another one is sucking him.'

She so badly wanted to watch it, but suddenly she was looking up at the ceiling,
as Chester grabbed her legs and spread and lifted them straight up.

The joints she had been smoking had kind of prepared her for this, but she had
forgotten how roughly Chester was when he fucked. No preliminaries.... just shoved
the whole fucking thing in until he bottomed out in her."

"YESSS... oh fuck, uhm Ches, are you wearing anything?"

"No, you didn't say you needed it. Want me to pull out?"

But he knew it was a silly question, as her fingernails were digging deeply into his
ass cheeks.

She heard Jim gagg, and as she turned to look at him, she saw him throw up while
that black cock was still in his mouth. The guy must be fucking his throat she
thought, as the black guy kept a solid hold on her husbands head so he couldn't
pull away. The vomit was dribbling down his chest and landing on the face of the
other black guy who now had Jim's cock swallowed down to his pubes.

Jim was making all sorts of gurgling sounds as he was being face fucked, but Vickie
noticed that her husband was not putting up a struggle. In face his arms kind of
hung by the side of his body, as his mouth was being used as a pussy.

"Hey gurl.... I'm over here!"

Vickie looked back up into the black eyes that were burrowing into her soul. She
was being black fucked, and was more interested in watching her husband being used.
She knew this nigger was gonna fuck her harder because she had not been paying
attention to him, and she was right, as Chester started slamming so hard into her
pussy lips, that they were turning red, and starting to puff up.

"This your furtule time bitch?"

Vickie just nodded, cause she knew that Chester's cum would soon be flooding her
cunt. Her legs shot straight up as she felt his cock stiffen. She looked up at
her black lover and uttered the words that all of them heard in the room.

"SEED ME.... of fuck Ches, do it.... seed me. Find me egg, and make me a mother!"

She couldn't believe she had shouted that out loud, but now everyone knew, including
her husband.

Jet after jet of cum pulsed it's way into her womb, as she released her own giant
orgasm. 'Fuck, if this doesn't do it, nothing will' she thought.

The fourth guy who had been standing by the bed waiting his turn showed her his
throbbing cock head and asked her if she was ready.

Vickie was breathing very hard, while Chester had been spreading the lips of her
cunt, looking for his cum, but yes she was ready and needed more fucking. She
nodded her head yes, and pushed Chester away. As the second black cock entered
her cunt, she8e let out a deep sigh of contentment and brought her knees back up
to her tiny breasts.

Off to the side, she heard one of the nigger let out a big "YEAHHH" as he shot his
load directly into Jims' throat.

"Oh fuck... eat it bitch... fuck yea!"

Jim was past caring what was being done to him. He had seen his wife catch a
glimpse of him sucking cock again, and now this nigger was shooting his cum into
his stomach.... yes it didn't matter anymore what they were doing to him, as he
felt himself being laid out and rolled over onto his stomach. He knew he was going
to get fucked, but it didn't matter. He was there to be used, and that's all that
mattered.

Vickie had kind of lapsed into semi consciousness after black cock after black cock
had been pushed into her mouth and also he filled up cunt. She had felt pressure on
her rosebud, as the first of many cocks that night would be wanting her asshole.
It had hurt just briefly, and then the warmth and tingling had begun, as her ass was
roughly being fucked.

She had heard someone talking on the phone, inviting them to come over to he motel,
and the next thing she knew, she was air tight. One holding her head as she was
being facefucked, another cock deeply in her cunt squishing with all the cum that
was already in there, and a third one fucking her ass about as hard as the one in
her cunt was doing. The feeling on the thin membrane separating her cunt and ass
was being constantly rubbed, causing Vickie to have orgasm after orgasm.

She felt the warmth of something and opened her eyes to see someone setting up
Klieg lights. 'Where they going to film this?' It didn't matter as she felt he
womb filling up with another load of black mans' cum.

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The next morning, Jim had struggled putting his clothes on, and had gone to the
office to extend their stay there for another day.

Vickie had from time to time been given rest periods, but always VERY short rest
periods. Her cunt had gone from sore, to no feeling at all. She had looked at it
one time, and her cunny lips were red and swollen, and did not seem to get closed
when there wasn't a cock in there. The bed sheets had been ripped off of the bed,
cause they were sopping wet with cum from her and all the niggers who had fucked
her.

It had been mid morning when Chester had come back with two big bag of McDonalds
burgers, and she got to eat and swallow something other than black cocks and
their cum. After eating she had gone and started showering, but some black guy
whom she did not recognize couldn't wait, and started fucking her right there in
the shower. To Vickie the water raining down on the two of them felt great, as
the black guy was trying to impress her with his cock, but she could hardly feel
him. The only sensation she was getting was that her mound was sore and it was
constantly being pounded.

When she looked over at the clock, it said 3 o'clock.... was that afternoon, or
was it morning? She couldn't tell, but she had a huge craving for a joint. She
had told Chester that, and he had gotten this weird smile on his face, as he was
searching for something in a jacket that was laying on the floor.

When she saw the needle and syringe she started to say no, but she felt the prick
of the needle in her arm, and then the warmness swarming over her.

She vaguely remembered Jim putting up some kind of protest, but then as the warmness
took over, she heard the door open and someone was leading a dog in on a leash...
What was all that supposed to be for, she wondered.