Black Cock Stars Part I
The just wedded supermarket manager and his blonde, beautiful, 20 year old
wife, pulled up in front of the market at 11:O'clock on the night they were
married. He had received an emergency call only minutes after he and his new
bride had departed the reception hall.
"Do we really have to stop?" asked his bride. "It is our wedding day."
"It's on the way to the airport," said the 35-year-old store manager. "It
won't take long."
He gazed lovingly at his innocent young wife, admiring her full lips and high
cheekbones, her long golden blonde hair. The knowledge that they would soon
be sharing the same bed quickened his heart and he swallowed hard. They had
agreed not to have intercourse this week despite the fact that it was their
honeymoon. But his bride was ovulating and they didn't want to start off
their marriage with children. Somehow they had kept their relationship
chaste all through their long engagement, which was fine by him. They had
never even done much more than kiss, and he was glad - it thrilled him that
she was coming to him in marriage a complete virgin.
Inside the store, the four black Night Crew members gathered around the
security camera that Black Cock Stars was good. Even hugging a big
breasted babe like Donna, Stella could see Fred was still distracted
about something. She wanted to ask him about it, but then the blacks
came out of the locker room dressed and joking around with each other.
The Coach stood up from his desk. "Thanks for coming team. I'll see you
all in May, call me in a couple weeks for your schedules."
Booker stopped by Donna and Stella. "Me and the brothers are hitting
happy hour. You two want to come?"
"No thanks," said Stella. "We're gonna have a quiet dinner to catch up
then were both heading home tonight, back to the real world tomorrow."
"Well see ya next month," Booker winked at them and joined the gang.
Stella didn't care for black people too much, especially black men, but
there was something attractive about Booker. The black man's presence
was just incredibly masculine. Even, cocky, confident Fred standing
beside them looked a little uncomfortable.
The two women went to one of their favorite restaurants, a Mexican joint
for dinner and margarittas. There they caught up on the past year.
Neither brought up their new black coworkers.
***************
Coach had a surprise for them the first day of work. Donna and Stella
had their own shower. It was a single stall with one locker, but it sure
beat sharing with the guys. "I wanted to do something for you two," said
the Coach, "since you're both valuable employees.
"Thanks Coach," they said in unison. Both women knew the Coach was
probably more worried about being sued then for the kindness of his
heart, but they'd wanted seperate showers for years.
Everyone seemed so excited to start the new season, but after changing
into their red swimsuits, the men seemed subdued again, well the whites
anyway, the blacks still seemed pretty gung ho. Coach Morrison handed
out their roster for the day. Stella was assigned with Hans, a good
lookiing blonde Adonis, but also an arrogant jerk in her opinion. "Hey
Donna, who you got?" Stella wondered if Donna might switch, though it
was frowned upon.
"Devon."
"That's me, pretty lady," said a black with a thick island accent.
Stella recognized him as the black man that had been first on the beach
during tryouts. The man was an amazing swimmer and athlete, but she was
in no hurry to get stuck with any blacks. "See ya at quiting time," said
Stella. The other blacks had seemed to defer to Devon as if he were a
natural leader.
The day got off to a slow start, as did the season. In two weeks
Memorial day would be upon them and the crowds would hit. In June the
senior week teens would swarm the beach like locusts, "June Bugs" they
were called. July and August would be nonstop crowds. There would be
saves every day, rip currents sending all the lifguards in and out of
the water, and most of all stupid tourist questions.
"So ready to go out with me yet?" asked Hans.
"Maybe next year," Stella replied. Hans chuckled. That had been her
response every year for the last three. "I've been dating a guy at
school." Hans didn't really want her to go out with him. He just wanted
to get laid now before the hordes of women arrived to throw themselves a
him. The male lifeguards were almost all pigs. Few were faithful and
most dumped their girlfriends just before summer. They often traded
women around, she'd heard of a couple threesomes, and worst of all they
were known to have blow job parties where one girl serviced all the men.
Stella had made the mistake of dating a coworker her first year only to
catch him screwing a June bug. Luckily, he had only guarded that one
year. Hans turned his attention on a lone female sunbather. The woman
was slightly chubby, low quality for summer, not bad for this time of
year. Hans got a date and Stella knew he'd be getting laid tonight.
Later, Stella stood by the locker while Donna got her shower. She let
her gaze run down Donna's full chest and felt a little envious though
her breasts got Donna a lot of male attention and Stella was happy to be
left alone.
"Hans asked me out again," said Stella, "and got his standard answer."
Donna laughed and got out of the shower. She hesitated then said, "Devon
asked me out too."
"You turned him down right?" Stella was concerned for her friend
"Of course, but I almost said yes."
"Don't date a lifeguard Donna," warned Stella, "You know what they're
like." Stella dropped her towel and showered.
"And Devon's no different. He found someone to go out with tonight. I
tell you he's one sexy man though. Those muscles, that accent. I
couldn't stop thinking about him all day, especialy his..."
"His what?"
"Stella, I swear to you this is no lie. It looked like he had a snake in
his pants. His penis must be gigantic. I could see the outline of it's
tip and it looked as big as a golf ball.
"Surely, it was an illusion?"
"I don't think so. It swelled several times. Once when he asked me out
and again when the woman he asked out, came up to the stand. I wouldn't
believe me either, but I know what I saw. When she accepted, that big
head moved three inches and nearly came out of his shorts. Then the
whole thing swelled up and he got this obscene bulge under his shorts.
He adjusted it up and it stayed like that for over an hour."
"Wow!" said Stella though she was still Mandingo Mike Cumbang Thread reason with them.
"Please don't," she whimpered. "I'm a virgin, I just got married."
The Night Crew's reaction was exactly the opposite of what she had hoped.
They howled with joy, high-fiving each other and staring at her like she was
shark bait. The store manager struggled in vain. He knew his naïve bride
had said the worst possible thing.
"You all keep away from her!" he screamed.
"I'm tired of lissenin' to you," said the Leader. "We's gonna bust yo' new
brides cherry and you's gonna watch!"
"Bastards! You're all fired!" shouted the store manager.
The blacks laughed in his face. They ordered him to strip naked and when he
refused, one of the pulled out a box-cutter and held it to his throat.
Frightened, he quickly removed his clothes. When the night crew saw his
soft, out-of-shape body, they made fun of him. They pointed to his thin
penis, shriveled to the size of a pecan from his fear, and they joked about
how little it was.
The young bride stared at her grooms penis. It was the first time she had
seen a man's sex organ and she couldn't help wondering why she had been so
nervous about her first sexual experience. She had been afraid that it would
be painful, Black Cock Terror
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Black Cock Thumbs she sat with both seemed to have large penises."
"Stella, every one of them has a foot long dick give or take an inch.
They're freaks. I've seen black men in the showers back in high school
or the gym and I've never seen anything like this. They walk around like
the own the place, they don't bother wrapping towels around their
waists. Their dicks swing around like big bananas and they seem to get
hard if the wind changes directions. Sit on the bench to put your shoes
on and there will be a big black dick in your face in seconds. It's like
they're rubbing their big size in our faces. Some of us aren't even
sticking around to shower. We... they get away from the blacks as fast
as they can."
"I get the picture." Once Fred started getting this off his chest, he
didn't seem to want to shut up about it.
"Brockman came in after me and immediately took his swimsuit off. He had
a huge erection and he strutted around bragging about what he was going
to do with it tonight. It never shrank an inch, Stella and it was still
hard when he left."
"Don't worry, Donna said she'd behave herself tonight."
"I'm not worried." Fred gave a nervous chuckle. "No woman could handle a
penis that big. Those men might be big, but they got to be frustrated as
hell. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Stella watched him walk up the stairs. She could tell he
was bothered by the black thing. It made him feel inferior. Yet, when
they were dating Donna had confided that Fred was the best lover she'd
ever had. Fred sure was good looking, if he wasn't such a male slut,
Stella would even consider going out with him. Stella went to their
living room to wait up for Donna, but she still hadn't returned long
after last call so Stella went to bed.
Donna was in the shower when Stella got up. "You were out late," said
Stella when her turn for the shower came up.
"I had a little too much to drink and fell asleep on Brock's couch."
"Wasn't someone using it?"
"No, the brothers actually have a very nice apartment with plenty of
bedrooms. One of them has to have some money. Most of them didn't come
home anyway."
"You look like you didn't get any sleep." Stella didn't want to say that
Donna looked horrible. Donna's cheeks were swollen and she walked like
someone who had ridden a horse too long, like her joints were aching.
Stella hoped her friend wasn't coming down with the flu.
That day Donna got another black named Cassius and Stella got Brockman
who was every bit the obnoxious jerk she thought he was. He did have a
big bulge.
Brockman was a very sexy man and Stella to her disgust found herself
attracted to him. Rubbing up against his nearly nude muscular body was
very distracting and arrousing. He openly stared at her body. "How'd you
like to do something tonight baby? he asked.
"Ass hole, Donna's one of my best friends."
Brockman picked up her hand and pulled it towards his crotch. Stella
jerked her hand back. "That won't work with me."
"Donna didn't tell you what a good time she had with Brock the cock last
night?"
"Liar, I know she didn't sleep with you."
"You'll come around." Brockman turned away from her and waved a teen
girl over to him. Soon he had a date that night. Stella felt so bad for
her friend, but Donna had been warned not to date a lifeguard. The
blacks may be new this year, but they were learning fast.
Donna dropped a bombshell back at the locker room when Stella told her
about Brock. . "It's ok Stella, I'm going out with Cassius tonight. I'm
going to skip dinner and take a nap before our date."
Stella was stunned and even more stunned when Donna came out for her
date. "How do I look?" asked Donna spinning around.
"Like a slut."
"It's not that bad." Yesterday, Donna had been sexy and beautiful in the
sundress. Today, she was wearing a short skirt and a halter top. Her
stomach was bare and sexy, though a little pale as female lifeguards all
wore one piece suits. The top was little more then titty huggers.
Donna's large breasts bounced freely, unconfined by a bra and even worse
Donna's nipples were rock hard clearly visible through her top. "I think
I look nice. That's it I gotta get going."
"Isn't Cassius meeting you here?" Stella couldn't remember which one he
was.
"No, I'm meeting him at the beach bar. Don't wait up."
***************
The next day, Stella was partnered with Fred. He kept bugging her for
information on Donna's date. "She says nothing happened, but she got
drunk and crashed on the couch."
"Oh," said Fred quietly. "That's what she used to tell people when we
were dating. She never slept on my couch though."
"I don't think she slept with him. He made a date with a girl for the
next night and Donna didn't seem to care. She even made a date with
Cassius."
"What? Another black guy?"
"It doesn't seem to bother her. Don't worry about Donna, she's not a
slut."
Donna was a slut and Stella found that out when she got back to the
lifeguard station. Stella understood the stunned expressions on the
white guard's faces now. Donna was kneeling in the shower sucking on a
pair of black balls. The massive foot long penis was superimposed over
her face as big as she had said and the man's balls were more the size
of large fruits then the more typical nuts. Neither noticed her watching
them and Allison Wyte Blacks On Blondes Blacks On Blondes Elise but also deflowering her tight white pussy, drove the crew into
such a state of sexual hunger that in the nights proceeding they frequently
had to stop work and run to the backroom to jack off.
"So what's the problem?" the store manager asked the Leader, who met at the
front of the store. The white man used an officious tone of voice, trying to
impress his young bride.
"You'll see in a minute," said the hulking black man.
He led the store manager and the young blonde into the backroom where the
other three crew members were waiting for them. Their eyes burned with
desire when they saw the innocent bride in the flesh. They visually devoured
her, from her pretty high heel clogs, up her slender well toned calves and
creamy white thighs, to her narrow waist and firm up thrust tits. Her pretty
face featured the sweetest mouth, with a lower lips that were pouty and
bow-shaped, and her long blonde hair which was still done up in her wedding
day perm. They couldn't wait to defile every inch of this sweet white prize
that had been brought to them like a lamb.
"Well?" demanded the store manager. "I don't see anything wrong!"
Two of the three Night Crew suddenly grabbed him 
Cuckold Web Black Dick Shemale thin frame. Her belly was a little too white as she hadn't had
much free time to sunbath. Her stomach hardened and ridges appeared.
"Damn look at those abs," said Tiny. "Turn around let me see your back
muscles."
His gaze was so admiring that Stella felt very smug, but also
embarrassed. Her nipples were hardening, pushing the bikini top out. She
turned around realizing she was exposing her bare ass. Her ass was
neither big nor small, but it was very smooth and hard. Stella slowly
lowered herself and turned around, sitting down so that her chest was
covered by water. Her face turned red as she realized Tim was still
staring intently at her. "So Devon, who owns this place?" she asked as
Tim handed her a beer.
"Solomon KIng of King Enterprises."
"Isn't he one of the wealthiest African-Americans in New York?"
"Actually, THE wealthiest in the state and top ten in the country. He
just bought the pharmaceutical plant outside town."
The four joked and talked for awhile finishing their drinks. Donna
leaned against Devon and their hands were busy underwater. "Tiny, could
you hand me another beer?" asked Stella.
Stella saw there was nothing tiny about the black man when he stood. His
thick, plump shaft appeared as the big black man reached over towards
the cooler and got a beer.
"You're not wearing a bathingsuit!"
"Nope, didn't bring one."
"Sea serpent!" shouted Donna giggling. Devon's huge cock head broke the
surface of the water and reared up, moving left then right. Donna was
gripping it beneath the water and moving it around. Devon raised himself
out of the water and Donna turned around swallowing what looked like a
foot long shaft.
Tiny raised himself up and sat on the edge, his long cock dangling in
the water. He watched Donna giving Devon the bow job and his cock
suddenly extended an inch and began to rise out of the water. He glanced
longingly towards Stella.
"Oh go suck him off before I ask him to join me and Devon," said Donna
pausing in her blow job while Devon pulled her bikini top off.
"I-I'm not that kind of person," Stella said staring at Tiny's now hard
cock.
Is it cause I'm black?" asked Tiny.
"No, I've just met you. I don't sleep around."
"It's my cock isn't it? You don't like it."
"No Tim, it's fine. It's huge."
"Now I know you're lying."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a runt. Why do you think they call me Tiny? At least it's thinker
then most to make up for it's shortness."
Devon was busy guiding Donna's head up and down his cock, but chimed in,
"You forget Tiny, you're small for a black man. Stella probably never
had black cock before so you're probably huge to the little white pricks
she's seen."
Stella wouldn't have believed this a month ago. Tiny's cock was almost
eleven inches long and very thick. This was small! This was small enough
they gave him a derogatory nickname?
Tiny stood and waded towards her. "Is Devon right? Is this big to you?"
"Yes." Stella stared at it in awe hovering just inches above her head.
Tim was so tall, she was staring up at two huge, sperm filled nuts.
Stella was holding her beer. Tiny reached down and took it from her,
guiding her hand over to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it. "Does
it feel big to you?"
"Yes, it's huge." Stella carressed it awed by his size.
"Taste it Stella," said Donna.
Stella looked away from Tiny's black cock and at Donna. Both she and
Devon were staring intently at her wanting to see her taste her first
black cock.
"I can't do this," she said standing and climbing out of the tub.
"You don't know what you're missing," said Donna.
"Go suck on Tiny," whispered Devon in Donna's ear.
"Yeah," groaned Tiny as Donna took his cock in her mouth. "You're no
fuckin tease like your friend. You're a black cock suckin white slut."
"So is Stella, mon," said Devon. "She don't know it yet. Smell that
chlorine. Why don't you go see how Stella's doing?"
The chlorine in the tub! It was covering up his pheromones. Stella had
touched his cock and she wasn't Xcite horny nor were his pheromones
affecting her. Maybe she was a little drunk, but she was curious about
black cock. He pushed Donna back off his cock and left the tub.
Stella was sitting on a bench near the shower holding her head in her
hands out of sight of the hot tub. She heard a foot step and looked up.
Stella was staring right at Tiny's cock. "I wanted to check up on you,"
he said. The fat monster looked different now. It was wet and
glistening. It was also rampant like men get when extremely aroused. Her
nipples now grew painfully erect and her pussy got wet. He smelled of
sex, the same powerful odor she had detected watching Donna and Cassius
fuck in the shower. A sight and smell she'd never forget. She wanted it.
She had wanted it for awhile, but had been fighting it. Stella snapped.
She pushed her nose into his crotch and inhaled deeply. "Suck it," said
Tiny.
Stella breathed deeply through her nose again, then kissed her way up
his cock. She grabbed the base to steady it and ran her tongue around
the head. Soon she was taking the tip in her mouth and sucking on it.
Stella choked as it hit her throat, but relaxed her gag reflex and
forced more in. She breathed through her nose, the smell only making her
want it more. Soon she was sucking Black Cock Cum Shots at least seven or eight inches long!
The store manager stared speechlessly from inside the baler. Their cocks
were several inches bigger than his own when he was erect, and they were
still flaccid - although he could tell several were at half-mast already.
Unlike his naïve bride, he held little hope that they would abide by the
rules of the game. And even if they did, how could she possibly win? What
would it take for their nigger cocks to get fully erect? A glimpse of a soft
white tit? A fertile, flat belly? A creamy thigh? God, if she was wearing
a thong it would be a lost cause. He shook the cage with both hands,
screaming for them to stop, but everyone ignored him.
"Start stripping bitch!" ordered the leader.
The bride bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes tight and slowly peeled off
her pink top, revealing her lacy bra and creamy, well toned stomach. With
her eyes still closed, she undid her lacey bra and let it drop to the dirty
cement floor, immediately covering her breasts with her arms criss-crossing.
She was afraid to look, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened her
eyes slowly.
Every black cock in the room was erect.
(end of Pt. 1) 
Free Big Black Dick was good. Even hugging a big
breasted babe like Donna, Stella could see Fred was still distracted
about something. She wanted to ask him about it, but then the blacks
came out of the locker room dressed and joking around with each other.
The Coach stood up from his desk. "Thanks for coming team. I'll see you
all in May, call me in a couple weeks for your schedules."
Booker stopped by Donna and Stella. "Me and the brothers are hitting
happy hour. You two want to come?"
"No thanks," said Stella. "We're gonna have a quiet dinner to catch up
then were both heading home tonight, back to the real world tomorrow."
"Well see ya next month," Booker winked at them and joined the gang.
Stella didn't care for black people too much, especially black men, but
there was something attractive about Booker. The black man's presence
was just incredibly masculine. Even, cocky, confident Fred standing
beside them looked a little uncomfortable.
The two women went to one of their favorite restaurants, a Mexican joint
for dinner and margarittas. There they caught up on the past year.
Neither brought up their new black coworkers.
***************
Coach had a surprise for them the first day of work. Donna and Stella
had their own shower. It was a single stall with one locker, but it sure
beat sharing with the guys. "I wanted to do something for you two," said
the Coach, "since you're both valuable employees.
"Thanks Coach," they said in unison. Both women knew the Coach was
probably more worried about being sued then for the kindness of his
heart, but they'd wanted seperate showers for years.
Everyone seemed so excited to start the new season, but after changing
into their red swimsuits, the men seemed subdued again, well the whites
anyway, the blacks still seemed pretty gung ho. Coach Morrison handed
out their roster for the day. Stella was assigned with Hans, a good
lookiing blonde Adonis, but also an arrogant jerk in her opinion. "Hey
Donna, who you got?" Stella wondered if Donna might switch, though it
was frowned upon.
"Devon."
"That's me, pretty lady," said a black with a thick island accent.
Stella recognized him as the black man that had been first on the beach
during tryouts. The man was an amazing swimmer and athlete, but she was
in no hurry to get stuck with any blacks. "See ya at quiting time," said
Stella. The other blacks had seemed to defer to Devon as if he were a
natural leader.
The day got off to a slow start, as did the season. In two weeks
Memorial day would be upon them and the crowds would hit. In June the
senior week teens would swarm the beach like locusts, "June Bugs" they
were called. July and August would be nonstop crowds. There would be
saves every day, rip currents sending all the lifguards in and out of
the water, and most of all stupid tourist questions.
"So ready to go out with me yet?" asked Hans.
"Maybe next year," Stella replied. Hans chuckled. That had been her
response every year for the last three. "I've been dating a guy at
school." Hans didn't really want her to go out with him. He just wanted
to get laid now before the hordes of women arrived to throw themselves a
him. The male lifeguards were almost all pigs. Few were faithful and
most dumped their girlfriends just before summer. They often traded
women around, she'd heard of a couple threesomes, and worst of all they
were known to have blow job parties where one girl serviced all the men.
Stella had made the mistake of dating a coworker her first year only to
catch him screwing a June bug. Luckily, he had only guarded that one
year. Hans turned his attention on a lone female sunbather. The woman
was slightly chubby, low quality for summer, not bad for this time of
year. Hans got a date and Stella knew he'd be getting laid tonight.
Later, Stella stood by the locker while Donna got her shower. She let
her gaze run down Donna's full chest and felt a little envious though
her breasts got Donna a lot of male attention and Stella was happy to be
left alone.
"Hans asked me out again," said Stella, "and got his standard answer."
Donna laughed and got out of the shower. She hesitated then said, "Devon
asked me out too."
"You turned him down right?" Stella was concerned for her friend
"Of course, but I almost said yes."
"Don't date a lifeguard Donna," warned Stella, "You know what they're
like." Stella dropped her towel and showered.
"And Devon's no different. He found someone to go out with tonight. I
tell you he's one sexy man though. Those muscles, that accent. I
couldn't stop thinking about him all day, especialy his..."
"His what?"
"Stella, I swear to you this is no lie. It looked like he had a snake in
his pants. His penis must be gigantic. I could see the outline of it's
tip and it looked as big as a golf ball.
"Surely, it was an illusion?"
"I don't think so. It swelled several times. Once when he asked me out
and again when the woman he asked out, came up to the stand. I wouldn't
believe me either, but I know what I saw. When she accepted, that big
head moved three inches and nearly came out of his shorts. Then the
whole thing swelled up and he got this obscene bulge under his shorts.
He adjusted it up and it stayed like that for over an hour."
"Wow!" said Stella though she was still Black Cock Stars but now she felt a twinge of relief, her husband's penis looked
so harmless, barely an inch long. She guessed that the stories about virgins
feeling pain when they lost their hymens was just an old wives tale. Then he
mind returned the terrible reality of her position and she trembled at the
idea of having 4 black men even touch her body. She started sobbing
uncontrollably.
"Shut up, bitch!" snapped the leader. Pointing to the store manager, he
ordered him into the baler, which stood against the wall. The crew had
emptied it of trash earlier in the evening in preparation. The leader
believed that strict planning was the key to a successful gang rape. Now the
opened the heavy iron door and forced the struggling husband inside. They
closed it tight and lowered the cage, locking it from the outside. The store
manager was only a few yards away from his frightened bride, but he was
helpless to do anything.
The leader turned to the shaking bride with a wide grin. The crew loved it
when he toyed with their white victims, as he was about to do.
"Please don't rape me!" she begged.
"I'll consider it," said the leader. "But only if you strip!"
"What? Oh . . . God