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She came instantly.

Cum was running down her thighs like hot, melted butter.
Her body was clammy with sweat. She was definitely making up
for all those lost years.

Eyes slited, face contorted, she tried to call Hubert.
Her mouth gaped as she tried to talk, to scream, but nothing
came out.

"I'm right here, my dear." her Guardian Angel said, his
face inches away from hers. "Is something wrong?"

" . . . need . . . need . . . cock . . . mouth . . .
please! Give me . . . yours . . ."

"Oh, my, you are getting into it. I'm so happy! Of
course, I can't help you myself, but - " he snapped his
fingers - "I'm sure he can."

She felt a hard prick slap her face and push at her
lips. Her eyes opened wide. Another adonis, almost a clone
of the first, but with dark hair and olive complexion was
waving his big cock in front of her face. Her mind smiled
and her tongue snaked out, laving the thick, purple cockhead.

Time and space began to lose reality. Her body soared,
floated, ebbed, then soared again. She sucked cock, swallowed
cum, gallons of it, she thought. Her cunt was rubbed
ragged by first one huge dick, then the other. She sucked
both pricks simultaneous, washing her face, hair and body
with their secretions. She fucked on her back, on her knees,
on her side, upside down. Every piece of furniture was used
to support her body as she was speared time and again. And
still she craved more.

She lay on her back, gently licking Adonis' cock shaft,
running her nimble tongue over the hard ridges. Adonis II
was between her legs laving her burning pussy, trying to
quench a fire that couldn't be put out completely. He held
her hips up with his strong hands, exposing her cum-drenched
asshole, and blew softly on it. The pink wrinkled hole
involuntarily contracted.

"Oooooo," she sighed, as his tongue began gentle
exploration. It swabbed the hole, lubricating it with
spittle, then slowly entered it, twisting as it went. His
tongue was long and slender and went in a long way. A new
sensation rippled through her and her body shivered with
delight.

"Agh!" she cried, as his drooling tongue began to twist
and turn in her ass. "Ooowwwwwww . . . oooohhhhh!" She
gasped when the invading tongue withdrew, somehow
disappointed that it was gone. The small part of her mind,
still rooted in reality was horrified by the unnatural act;
the other part, the larger portion of her mind; the one
steeped in primal pleasure, longed for the slippery eel-like
tongue of her gorgeous lover.

His steaming hot breath, and a slick wet finger poked
at her asshole again. A small rebellion in her mind erupted.
It was quickly extinguished, and she surrendered to the
invasion, relaxing the muscles there and sucking his twisting
finger into her ass. Her body arched as the thrills
intensified. The thought of his driving finger reaching
straight up from her asshole to her brain drove her to the
brink of a breathtaking orgasms. She felt his finger wiggle
and squirm up into the red-hot walls of her tight asshole.

"Yeah . . . yeah . . .YESSSSSS!" she cried out,
suddenly addicted to the sensation of his finger. She yelped
in pain - the first she had felt - as he popped his finger
out, then drove it back in along with another in her heated
pussy. Both fingers churned in her orifices. Showers of
electric sparks burst in her brain, like a hundred Roman
candles, and another flood of juice was released from her
ever-full well. Her hips churned lewdly, pushing Adonis II's
fingers deeper into her demanding body. Her mouth gobbled
Adonis' semi-erect prick and she sucked on it greedily.

Hubert, sitting quietly on her hope chest, smiled in
satisfaction. He watched with detached fascination as the
two men plunged fingers and cock in her twitching body. She
was climaxing again; her body flailing away as the spasms
racked her; her voice choked by the thickness of the huge
cock in her mouth.

The men wasted no time. Even before the tremors ceased
they had repositioned her. One man lay on his back, his
rampart cock stiff and erect. It nuzzled the opening of her
pleasure-raw cunt and sank out of sight as she was lowered
on to it by the other man.

Hubert made a mental note to give these people names,
the next time he had to use them.

She was panting heavily, her mind still foggy and far
away in some Eden. She felt her hot cunt fill up with cock
and she sighed. A stray breeze chilled her sweaty body,
sending a delightful shiver through her and giving her
gooseflesh. She sucked the fresh air into her lungs. Then
felt a hot mouth on her sensitive nipples, sucking them hard;
making her tremble with desire, again. The first Adonis, the
one with his cock in her, pulled her forward and grabbed the
firm globes of her asscheeks; kneading them. He smiled at
his partner.

She was shaking; her body on the verge of another
explosion. Hot pussyjuice ran down the insides of her thigh.
The dark haired one slid his cock between her thighs,
greasing it with her slick cream. He rubbed his cock up and
down between her asscheeks, greasing her cleft and bunhole.
She tried to tear the mist and fog from her mind, but wasn't
successful. The thick knob of his cock stretched her virgin
asshole and started to slide in. He stopped as she screamed.

"Don't! Shit . . . it's too fuckin' big! You'll kill
me!" she wailed in real terror. Hubert was next to her in an
instant.

"Relax, my dear, relax. I'm here. You can do it! Open
your ass to this new pleasure; this new sensation. Let
yourself be debased, and you will enter an entirely new
dimension of lust and pleasure. That's a good girl," he
cooed, as he saw her sphincter muscle opened allowing the
huge cock to enter her ass easily. He patted her head and
went back to his seat.

It took several seconds to sort out everything in her
fuzzy mind. She had done it! He was all the way in! She
felt the same pride well up in her as she had when she had
taken his cock - or was it the other one - all the way down
her throat. "Ahhhh . . ." she sighed in pleasure, releasing
her ass muscles, feeling his hips flat against her ass, his
cock fully seated. The feeling was fantastic. The cock in
her pussy began to slide in and out of her hot cunt. It
grated against the thin membrane separating the two lusty
pricks. In a moment, the cock in her ass started to move in
unison with the cock in her cunt. Her toes curled and her
fingers dug into hard flesh. Her mind exploded in a panorama
of brilliant colors and flashing lights, bringing her to the
edge of sanity. She blacked out as the intense wave of pure
pleasure crashed over her, like a huge tidal wave.

She floated in a soft, warm sea; her body aglow, alive
for the very first time in her life. Her mind was almost
blank; beautifully, wonderfully blank. Nothing could touch
her. She wanted to enjoy this feeling forever but a faraway
voice intruded; soft but insistent. She tried to ignore it
but she couldn't. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Hubert was
sitting on the bed, smiling at her.

"Well, hello, there," he said. "I was beginning to
worry about you."

She was groggy and disorientated. "Wha . . . what
happened? Where's everybody?"

"Your playmates? I sent them back. They served their
purpose."

"Was I dreaming? Did . . . did all that really happen?"

"Oh, yes, my dear, all that was absolutely real. Now,
I've drawn you a very nice, hot bath. Go soak for a while
and then we'll talk. By the way, let me be the first to
congratulate you. You were magnificent!"

She nodded, then zombie-like, she got up and followed
his directions. The bath was hot and steamy, and wonderfully
relaxing. She immersed her body up to her chin, letting the
soothing water gently revive her. Her skin tingled and
glowed. She was very aware of its sensitivity. Her eyes
wandered over the hills and valleys of her new body; the
full, upright, big-nippled tits; the flat stomach - she could
actually see the defined muscles - the long, taut, shapely
legs. Absentmindedly, she played with a strand of her raven-
black hair.

If this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up. She
closed her eyes and images of Adonis and friend flashed
through her mind. Like a newsreel, she saw their large,
beautiful cocks entering every opening in her body. She saw
the look of lust and passion on her face - Did I really do
those things? - her body surging with unbounded pleasure. A
warm glow began to spread upward from her cunt.

"Well, my dear, how do you feel now?" Hubert sat on
the commode, still dressed in his long overcoat, apparently
oblivious to the steamy humidity.

She shrugged. "I'm still not sure if this is real or
not. It's like something happening to another person."

"Actually, that's one way of putting it. You are
another person; or really, the person you're suppose to be."

"Those men . . . I really did let them . . ."

"Fuck you," he finished for her. "And you sucked their
dicks and did all sorts of wonderfully sexy and debasing
things. You had a lot to catch up on."

She gestured with her arms, them movement causing her
tits to break the surface of the water, like twin periscopes.
She made no movement to cover herself. "I still don't
understand, Hubert."

Her Guardian Angel looked pensively at her, "Well, let
me review things for you." He paused a moment. "Good help
is very hard to find these days, I'm afraid, and a rather
inept clerk forgot to make the proper notations on your
career path. So, in the absence of that information, you
sort of drifted off in the wrong direction. Instead of
becoming a highly sensual woman; free and uninhibited, you
became almost the opposite.

"When we realized the mistake, my superiors gave me the
assignment of rectifying things. The first thing to do was
get rid of all those middle-class inhibitions - you humans
do saddle yourselves with a great deal of them, my dear -
then, you had to be shown just what you've been missing. So
that's what I did. If I do say so myself, you are a very apt
pupil."

"All that . . . pleasure; it was just for me? To see
what I've missed?"

"Exactly! How can you share the wealth if you don't
know what the Treasure Trove holds? Now that you do, you
can go spread the word; or rather, share the pussy." He
smiled at his own humor.

She stood up in the tub and reached for a towel, water
cascaded down her firm body. A smile lit her face. "I owe
you a great deal, don't I?"

He shrugged as if it was of no consequence. Her hips
rotated, sensually, and she thrust her cherry-tipped tits at
him. "Are you sure you don't want a little? After all, you
created me."

Hubert smiled and wiggled a finger at her. "That's the
spirit, my dear. Everyone is fair game. You'll do fine,"
he said, his voice emotional with pride.

"Am I going to do anything bad, Hubert? I mean . . .
you come from . . . down there," she said, pointing toward
the floor. "How is pleasure giving going to help you? I
mean, it's so good, you'd think it would come - she pointed
upward - from up there."

"Quite the contrary, my dear. We're the ones in the
Pleasure business, not them. They're in the denial business.
It's like the difference between Burbank and Los Angles. The
latter is alive, the former is boring. If you spread our
pleasure doctrine - and you will - the world won't have time
to destroy itself by beating its breast; trying to gain
something it doesn't want to begin with."

"I don't understand. If you come from down there,
you're suppose to be evil. Everything you've done for me so
far as just felt good. Don't you want me to sell my soul or
something; sign in blood."

"Oh, my, you do have an active imagination. Who says
we're evil? And who says Hell is a fiery inferno? Not us!
Our competitors and us are in a fight to capture men's minds;
that's true, but it's a conceptual fight. They say what's
good is bad. We say what's good is pleasing and should be
enjoyed."

"I'm still confused, Hubert."

"Don't worry, my dear. It will all be clear in its own
time and in its own way."

* * *

She lay propped up on her big, king-size bed, gazing out
the sliding glass doors to the bedroom terrace. It was
twilight and the drapes were open. Her hand held a large
black dildo and she gently rubbed it over her body. The
flesh tingled everywhere she touched herself. Her cunt was
dewy with new juice. A small private smile curled her lips.

She was always wet, now; always ready. She could make
herself cream just by thinking of cock - or pussy - yes,
pussy. Hubert had told her, before leaving, that everything
and everybody would now become sexual to her. Female pussy
was the first thing that had entered her mind. Warm, wet,
succulent pink meat; thick tangle of pubic hair; the tart
aroma of cunt-scent.

The wonderfully obscene dildo slowly traced ziz-zag
patterns over her body, lingering over the slit of her cunt.
Her eyes focused. She was looking across the street at
another building; another apartment. Her neighbor - Nancy
was standing in her bedroom, the drapes parted, dressing; no,
undressing. She watched as Nancy slid her skirt over her
shapely hips and let it drop to the floor. The half-slip
followed. She saw that Nancy favored garter belts and hose
instead of pantyhose. She liked that. It was more feminine.

Nancy, dressed in high heels, bra and panties, began
brushing her thick brown hair. The movement of her arms
caused her tits to bounce provocatively.

She slid a trembling finger over her extended clitoris
and shivered as the electric current zipped through her
heated body. Her tongue licked the tip of the phony penis
but her eyes never left the window. Nancy put the brush down
and unclasped her bra. It was one of the old, behind the
back ones. Nancy's tits were large, well rounded. She
massaged the heavy globes.

Her breathing became ragged as she watched; a voyeur
caught up in the sexual pleasure of peeping. The dildo
parted her cunt-lips, but she didn't put it all the way in.
She was teasing herself, waiting for the next scene; a better
scene. Nancy was still rubbing her tits when a man - her
husband - what was his name? - came up behind her and cupped
her breasts with his hands. His pants bulged with his
erection. He kneaded her tits, rolling the nipples around
in his fingers, kissed her neck. One hand moved to cover
his wife's mound. He ground his hard-on into her ass. She
saw the look on Nancy's face as she began to surrender to her
husband's hands and mouth; the look of sexual excitement.


Her own juices began to flow freely. The sheet beneath her
ass was already very wet. The man turned his wife to him and
kissed her passionately. Her arms went around his neck and
hips began to grind together wantonly. The man's hands went
to her ass and squeeze them. He pulled her to the bed, out
of her line of vision. She squeezed her tit painfully and
shoved the big, black dildo all the way up her pussy. Her
strong cunt muscles clamped, viselike, on it. Her cum was
immediate and powerful. Her body thrashed around the bed,
almost out of control. She sucked on her fingers; humping
her hips against the captured dildo. Her mind pictured Nancy
and her husband; licking, sucking, fucking. She had to have
them! Both of them!

Slowly, the tremors began to pass. Her breathing was
almost normal. Across the courtyard the drapes blocked her
view. Enjoy yourselves, my loves, she thought. You'll enjoy
it even more after I through with you two. She curled in a
ball, the dildo still stuck in her pussy, and she slept.

* * *

The next morning, after she had showered, she was
surprised at the contents of her closet. All her own clothes
were gone. In their place was a whole different wardrobe:
chic, expensive, and very sexy. Leather mini-skirts, silk,
see-through blouses, low cut dresses. Even her lingerie was
new and provocative: wispy panties, almost nothing bras,
garter-belts and stockings. And everything fit! She ran
from drawer to drawer, like a child at Christmas, finding new
and exciting treasures. "Oh, Hubert!" she cried aloud, "You
thought of everything."

She whirled in front of the full mirror, a slinky black
cocktail dress held up in front of her naked body. The
doorbell rang. She dropped the dress on the bed, saw the
long silk robe hanging in the closet; shrugged it on and
belted it loosely. The doorbell rang again. She opened it
without hesitation, without her usual caution. The man was
huge - six foot four, and probably 250 pounds - and flat
black. A thick, square mustache covered the upper lip of a
face that showed the influence of Arab or White blood. He
wore the uniform of a Postman. She felt her cunt contract.

"Yes?" she smiled, sweetly, not trying to close the
robe that gapped open, displaying a large amount of cleavage.
She saw the intake of his breath; where his eyes were drawn.

"Yes?" she asked again.

"Wha . . . oh, I have a COD package for you, lady," he
said, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from her almost
exposed tits; thrusting the package at her. It was heavy and
she almost dropped it. The movement caused the robe to open
more, giving the black giant an even better look at her tits.
She knew, from his wide-eyed expression, that he could see
all the way down to her hardened nipples.

He moved quickly, catching the package before it fell
from her arms. He was close and she could smell his aroma;
the tangy smell of sexual excitement!

"You had better put it on the table," she said, finally
closing her robe, and pointing inside.

"Yeah," he croaked.

She looked him up and down as he put the large package
on the coffee table in the living room. His shirt stretched
across his muscular back. She thought she could see the
muscles ripple. He turned, holding his clipboard in front
of himself, trying to hide his growing erection. He has a
huge cock, she thought wickedly. I wonder . . .

"Er . . . the bill comes to $52.95," he said, shifting
his weight nervously, trying to keep his prick from tenting
his tight pants. Crazy bitch, he thought; open the door
with hardly nothing on, give a guy a hard-on that won't quit,
but he knew that she'd scream bloody murder if he made one
false move. Why did White chicks like to fuck up the heads
of Black men?

"$52.95?" she said, suddenly wondering who sent the
package and what was in it. She didn't remember ordering
anything. "I'll have to get my bag. Have a seat," she said
climbing the stairs, giving him quick, exciting glimpses of
her long, naked legs.

He shoved his rampart cock down and to the side, wishing
he had worn jockey shorts - anything - to hold his cock in
place. Shit! What a woman! Like to throw a hump to that
one, he thought.

"Can you bring that package up here for me, please."
Her voice floated down from upstairs.

Shit! Now I'm a fuckin' servant, he thought, but he
really didn't mind. He hoped to see those tits again. He
knew she was naked beneath that robe; the way it clung to
her, nothing could be hidden. Shit! His girl was going to
get a reaming tonight.

She was standing with her back to the streaming
sunlight. If he had any doubts about what she had on, they
were dispelled by the translucent material of her robe. Her
body was completely silhouetted - naked, for all practical
purposes - against the back light. He swallowed hard.

"Put it on the dresser," she said, rummaging through
her bag. "Does it say who it's from?"

"Er . . . a Mr. Hubert Angel."

"Do you accept credit cards?"

He shook his head, trying not to stare at her body;
willing his cock to stay down, and losing on both counts.

"Is something the matter?" she asked innocently.

Bitch! Cock-teasing, bitch! He shook his head. "No!
. . . and no, we can't accept credit cards. Checks or cash
only."

She smiled at him, frankly this time. Slowly, almost
deliberately, she began to write out a check. Leaning
forward, the robe fell away, giving him a spectacular view
of her naked tits. She heard him wince.

"Something is the matter," she said, tearing the check
out of the book. "Do I unsettle you?" She was very close
to him now, only inches away. He was breathing heavily.

She put a hand on his chest. Her touch felt like fire.
Twenty years in Levenworth, he thought, restraining the
impulse to grab her and fuck her ragged. Her hand moved
sensually over his chest and arm. "I don't like to see
another human being in misery," she said softly. "Please
tell me what's wrong. I want to help."

"Look, lady." He was gasping. "Just give me the check
and let me get out of here."

"Not until you tell me what's troubling you. Is it
because you have a hard-on and think you can't use it? It
really looks like a lovely one. Is it as big as it looks?"

He knew it! A cock-teasing honky bitch! She sat on the
bed, arms back, tits thrust forward, the nipples clearly
visible. Her legs crossed and the gown fell open. He could
see all the way up to her black haired pussy. His cock
bulged and threatened to explode from its captivity.

"Just give me the fuckin' check." His voice was a rasp.

She opened her legs, baring her naked pussy to him.
Quickly, she stuck the check between her legs and closed them
again. It took only a split second.

"Come and get it!" Her voice was thick with suppressed
passion.

The giant Black groaned in misery. The dam broke. He
dropped to his knees, pulled her legs apart roughly and
jammed his face in the thick turf of her wet pussy.

"Agggggg!" she wailed, as his hot tongue pierced her
cuntlips and entered her juicy hole. "Oh, yessss! Suck my
white cunt! Oh, you beautiful black bastard, suck it!"

Hands entangled in his kinky hair, legs straight up and
wide apart, she shoved her throbbing cunt at him, smearing
his face with her love juices.

"Sweet cunt . . . sweet cunt," he murmured, his tongue
flicking furiously over the lips of her pussy; his thumbs
pulling them back and apart, exposing her distended clit.
He clamped his mouth on it.

"Oh, yes, yes, yessss! Eat me!" she panted, her hips
bouncing, thrusting lewdly at him. She was on fire! She
tugged at his shirt, helping him, as he tried to undress
without taking his mouth from her watering cunt. It was the
sweetest pussy he had ever eaten and he wasn't about to let
it loose. He sighed in her cunt as his cock leaped free from
the restraining pants.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Don't stop eating me!
Suck harder." Her body jerked and churned as his snake-like
tongue probed her heated pussy, twisting up and around.
Electric shivers rippled from her toes to her brain as each
swish, over her super-aroused clit, sent waves of pleasure
crashing over her. Cuntjuice leaked like hop sap in between
her asscheeks. She was flowing like a river. Having her
pussy sucked by a black man - a complete stranger - was
making her pop like a machine gun. Bam! Bam! Bam! Cum!
Cum! Cum! She saw his black arms around her legs, holding
her cunt wide, the contrast startling; exciting. She humped
her cunt harder against his mouth.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Com'on, you gotta fuck me!
Stick that black cock in me! Fill me up with black cum!"

"You honky bitch!" he yelled. "I'll fill you, all
right. It's gonna come out your mouth! I'm gonna fuck you
ragged!"

"Yeah! Fuck me ragged! Make me cum!"

He pushed away from her. Her eyes opened in amazement.
It was the biggest, blackest, thickest cock she had ever
seen. Bigger than either of her two Golden boys. She licked
her lips hungrily; her body trembling in anticipation. He
waved the huge fuckpole at her. "Well, sweetness, what do
you say now?" his voice taunting.

She pulled her legs up and back to her tits in reply.
The Black giant smiled. "You're somethin' else, baby.
A real fuckin' machine. Gonna give it to you slow and easy
like, an inch at a time; make you beg for it."

"It's you who's going to beg, my big black buck. My
pussy's going to gobble you up and squeeze you dry. You're
going to cum like never before. Stick it to me, big man.
You're in for the ride of your life!"

Angrily, he rammed his cock forward!

In the end, he cried and begged for mercy; his cock
sore and swollen. He had lost count of the times he came;
his mind boggled with the pleasure, the pain, her squirming,
ever juicy, cunt gave him.

She wouldn't let him go soft. He'd pop and she'd be right
there to suck him hard again; or massage him with her powerful
cunt muscles - she had actually jerked him off, just using them and
nothing else. Her throat seem to go on forever, taking every
inch of his huge prick in; a fiery vacuum that sucked him dry,
wringing the very life force from his body. His cum coated her
throat, her face, her tits; everywhere she could smear it.
She gloried in it. She had jerked his cock up and down with
a strength that he found unbelievable. Her grip was actually
painful.

And her ass! Her perfect ass! Twin globes of flesh
hiding a secret valley; the pink, puckered asshole beckoning
to him; grasping, clutching, pulling him deep inside her;
all the way in to her hot bowels. He had almost passed out
when he came.

He lay quietly beside her; the images of them floating
softly in his mind, her body nestled against his, an arm
draped over his chest. Her color was vivid against his. A
startling thought occurred to him. He wasn't angry anymore.
Not at himself, not at all the White people, not at the
world. He was at peace. He marveled at the strange feeling
of serenity. When had it occurred? How?

"Feeling better?" she asked, her face framed by the
wild tangle of her raven hair; serene and beautiful. He
nodded his head, suddenly afraid to speak.

"You had a lot of anger in you! Is it all gone now?"

"How did you know?"

She shrugged, her tits moving delightfully as she did.
He had made her cum in a gush just by sucking on those
beauties. Like a Mother's love.

"Does it matter? The only thing that counts is that
you're no longer angry at the world. You're at peace."

"Yeah," he said in astonishment. "I am. I really am."

"It's the doctrine of pleasure. The hope for all
mankind."

He didn't know what she was talking about, and didn't
care. He only knew how good he felt. He wished the world
felt this good.

"Hey, I don't even know your name. What is it?"

She smiled a strange smile. "Let's leave that a
mystery." she said. "You know where I live. Feel free to
drop over anytime. Maybe, you'll bring a friend. Male or
female." She winked at the huge, Black, naked man.

"Yeah," he said, a glint in his eye. "Maybe I will."

She spent the rest of the day glorying in herself;
feeling the wonder of her new insight. When had Hubert
given it to her? She didn't know and didn't care. She just
knew she had it, and it was hers to share. In the tub, rich
with bubbles, she touched herself all over acutely aware of
her sensitive body. She tingled, she hummed; she was alive!
Her clit took just two swift strokes of her finger to explode
in another stomach-clinching cum.

Afterwards, she busied herself with her new wardrobe,
admiring her ripe, taut body as she did; her mind drifting over
her sudden wantonness, her passion, her conversion. She felt
wonderfully excited. She had to share.

Nancy! Her neighbor! She would start with Nancy and her
husband and then she would ... take on the world. She smiled at
the wonder of it all. And she had her Guardian Angel to thank.


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