Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. He
cursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if she
kept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him a
quick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out of
sight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standing
nearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"
Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digital
camera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife and
looked upset that he'd been interrupted. "No, my wife has nothing
against blacks. She's a minority too after all."
"Oh yeah, what minority?"
"She's Arabic. Her f****y were Lebanese Christians and fled the
Middle East to escape persecution. She's an all-American girl,
but she still has a hesitation when it comes to showing off her
body to anyone, but me. Not that I mind having that body all to
myself. You're not exactly the standard black minority either
with that accent. What are you, Australian?
"New Zealand. I'm half South African, half Maori."
"Interesting background. Well, I'll leave you alone to finish the
lawn." Norman lifted up the tripod and carried it inside.
Xavier led the team of blacks taking over Stony Harbor, Long
Island. His employees consisted of Rashidi and Mustafa, among
others. Xavier had spotted Ameena one day getting out of her car
and decided he'd take this yard and thus her, but it was late in
the season. The summer was over, enhanced blacks now had plenty
of places to live while the pharmaceutical plant outside town was
being converted over to an Xcite and Xserum production plant.
Xavier didn't have too many days of lawn work left and he was
guessing E&I would find another use for him.
Xavier fondly recalled the other times he'd caught a husband
photographing his wife. One husband had asked to take pictures of
Xavier. Xavier had tricked the couple into letting the wife pose
with the black man in swimsuits, then naked, then the husband had
taken rolls of film of Xavier fucking his wife. She was now a
popular E&I porn star and the husband was actually such a great
photographer, he now shot interracial spreads for E&I magazines.
Xavier retrieved his hedge clippers and had almost started on the
bushes when he heard voices. The voices were coming from an open
basement window. Norman was pleading with Ameena to do something
for him. Xavier kneeled down in the grass and peered through the
crack in the window.
Ameena was magnificent. Her ass was small and tight. Her waist
and hips were very thin, but her breasts were huge. They were so
big, they'd probably sag a little if her skimpy bikini wasn't
keeping them firm and she was only in her early twenties. Her
belly button was pierced by a diamond pin. Xavier loved pierced
belly buttons, but thought the practice was idiotic on other
parts of the body. She also had a small gem stone in her nose,
which normally he would of hated, but on her it enhanced her
beauty. Her skin and features were Semitic, not too dark, not too
light. Long, kinky, dark hair fell down her back. She'd make a
great porn star for E&I Enterprises. Her ethnicity would be
perfect for playing harem girls, belly dancers, or maybe a genie
and she certainly had the body of a porn star. Or maybe, she'd
become a stripper at the zebra club. Anyway, Xavier planned to be
the one to give her a new lifestyle.
"I don't think so," said Ameena, posing as Norman took her
"Honey, the tourists are gone. I want to take some shots of you
in your bikini on the beach in a natural setting. Listen, we can
go to the state park next Wednesday, it shouldn't be crowded."
"Ok, but if there's anyone around, I'm not going to do it. Now
come fuck me. I'm all hot and wet for you."
"I don't know what's gotten into you this summer, but I love it."
Xavier watched Ameena remove her top while Norman stripped down.
Soon the couple were fucking on a couch. Norman obviously wasn't
drinking the Xcite laced water around town, but Ameena sure was.
Xavier climbed to his feet and got back to work. He knew where he
was going next Wednesday.
Norman bent down close to the LCD display on his camera. It was a
bright sunny day and the glare made it hard for him to see. The
image of Ameena shown on the display was gorgeous. If his wife
had training with her facial expressions, she'd easily have been
a professional swimsuit model. Ameena was leaning against a
piling, her face turned up to the sun. He pressed down on the
shudder to focus, then harder to take the picture.
Norman lifted, then moved his tripod to capture his wife from a
different angle. He'd just aimed the camera at his wife when he
saw the black man. The man was walking down the beach in shorts
and a white tee-shirt. He was out of focus, but clearly in the
picture. Dammit! That man was going to ruin everything. It had
taken Norman years to get Ameena to go this far. The man was very
muscular and reminded Norman of his gardener and some of the
other black men he'd seen around Stony Harbor this year.
"Excuse me, buddy," called Norman, but you're ruining my picture.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Ameena, noticing the black man. Her arms
u*********sly covered her breasts.
Xavier looked from Norman to Ameena. He'd spoken to Norman just
last week, but the dumbass didn't seem to recognize him. Typical
of snobby white people not to recognize someone black that worked
for them. Xavier decided to give them what they expected. "Is dat
one of dem digital cameras?" he said in a fake American accent
and mimicking Mustafa's street lingo.
"Sure is," replied Norman always eager to show off one of his
fancy toys. "Come take a look at it." The giant black man looked
vaguely familiar to Norman. He walked over to the camera and bent
down to look at it. "See, you can see the pictures I've taken in
this display. This button cycles through them."
"Wow! What da fuck will they think of next," said Xavier shaking
his head. Of course, he already owned a digital camera. Many
enhanced kept them handy for quick blackmail material or for
posting on amateur interracial forums. "Yo wife sho is hot,
"Norman?" said Ameena, pleading with her husband with her eyes
and a fake grin. She continued to keep her arms folded over her
"Hey, Mister, you wants me to take some pics of you with your
"Umm." Norman looked at his wife. He envisioned himself standing
beside his hot wife with a "look what I got" expression and the
picture sitting on his desk for all his coworkers to see. He
might even "accidentally" leave some laying around when his
buddies dropped by the house. "Sure, a few pictures would be
nice. Just frame the image within the display there. Push this
button part way down to lock in the focus and then press it all
the way to take the picture."
"I gots it."
Norman trotted through the sand over to his wife who looked quite
pissed. "What are you doing? I don't like him staring at me. Get
rid of him."
"Relax, honey. Just let him take some pictures of us." Norman
reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head. The black
man must have been hot too, because he was also removing his
shirt. Norman wasn't cut, but he was reasonably fit. The black
guy on the other hand, had the most perfect musculature Norman
had ever seen. Norman leaned into his wife and she finally
lowered her arms as they hugged and looked at the camera.
Xavier leaned down to observe the couple in the viewfinder, then
took some pictures. Norman posed his wife in some more frames and
Xavier noticed her smile was clearly f***ed. She wasn't pleased
with the situation. Norman finally got her to stand before him.
He rested his head on her shoulder and put his hands on her
waist. This pose showed off her body to it's fullest extent.
"Take several in this pose," he yelled.
"Gots it," said Xavier.
"Thanks buddy," said Norman, running up to the black man. "I sure
"S'cool. I'm not the best photo guy in the world." Xavier placed
his hands behind his head and flexed his muscles as he pretended
to stretch. "No, you look more like a bodybuilder." Norman
checked the pictures and was quite pleased. Then Norman turned to
regard the black man's physique. "You know, buddy. You got an
excellent physique. Could I take some shots of you?"
"Me? Sure, I guess so"
"Cool. Go stand over there by that piling. Hey, pretend you're
trying to push it over. Flex all your muscles."
"Norman, what are you doing?" Ameena had her arms crossed over
her breasts and she was tapping her foot in the sand rather
"Just let me get some shots of this guy. I've never met a man as
well-developed. He's the perfect subject." Norman yelled for
Xavier to try some different poses and snapped a few more
"I thought I was the perfect subject," huffed Ameena. She liked
being the center of attention.
"Of course, you are honey. You're the perfect female subject and
I'll never pick some black guy over you, but he's here now and
we'll never see him again."
"I don't know. He kind of looks familiar."
"Just a couple more pictures." Norman turned and looked at the
LCD display. The black man had just removed his shorts. He was
wearing white briefs that really stood out against his black
skin. Norman shielded the display from the sun with his palm.
Something was wrong with the black man's crotch. He zoomed in on
it. "My God!"
"Norman, what's wrong?" asked Ameena, watching her husband. He
had just pulled back his head in apparent shock, before bending
back down to look into the display again.
"Ah, nothing honey," said Norman, staring at the zoomed in bulge.
The black man's penis was a monstrosity. It appeared to have just
been shoved into the man's briefs. The material of his underwear
looked overmatched for such a bundle and Norman feared the man's
massive penis might rip free at any moment. Norman suddenly found
himself wishing the man would go away. "Alright, I got some
shots," yelled Norman. "Thanks."
"Can I check them out?" The black man jogged towards them and
Ameena saw his crotch. She gasped and stared right a it as he
"Sure," said Norman, cycling through the pictures as Xavier bent
down to look at the display. "Ameena, honey, why don't you head
back over to piling and we'll start up again just as soon as our
Ameena nodded, seeming eager to get away from the black man.
"Dem pictures of yours sho is good. How about taking a few of me
and your wife? The contrast sho would look good."
"Hmm, I could even take some black and white pics. That would be
artsy. Hell, what am I thinking, she'll never go for it?"
"Just take the fucking pictures," growled Xavier. Norman suddenly
felt sweat break out on his forehead and the color drained from
his face. The giant black man turned and jogged towards Ameena
standing by the jetty pylons.
Ameena stood up straight when she saw the black man approaching.
Her arms came up to cover her chest again. "Honey?" she yelled,
looking at her husband behind the black man.
"Our friend wants me to get some shots of the two of you
together." Norman was still recovering from a wave of fear that
engulfed him when the black man growled at him. He’d never felt
anything quite like it and his hands were shaking.
"I don't know about this," called Ameena.
"Just a few shots, then we'll leave," said Norman. "J-just stand
in front of..."
"Xavier," yelled the black man before walking behind Ameena.
Norman zoomed in on the couple. He noticed his wife seemed to be
pleading with him. Xavier, on the other hand was staring down
Ameena's back. ogling her ass. Ameena had a very high, tight ass.
Norman didn't blame the black man for admiring it. "Run through
some poses, flex your muscles, put your hands on your hips, that
kind of thing." Xavier posed while Ameena faked a smile and just
stood with her arms folded across her chest. "Honey, put your
arms down." Reluctantly, she relaxed a little and dropped her
Norman snapped some pictures and was actually pretty pleased with
them. The contrasts between their skins worked well together and
both were near physical perfection. Then suddenly, with dread,
Norman observed Xavier reach out to touch Ameena. The black man's
hands thrust out to rest on the flare of her hips covering her
waist. Ameena jumped. Xavier squatted leaning in close and
smiling at the camera. Norman took a picture, then checked it.
The pose was great, but Ameena's eyes were wide open as if in
shock. Even now her eyes were still wide with disbelief. Xavier
was pressed very close against her. Ameena's expression quickly
turned worried as she was lifted into the air. Xavier gently
brought her down on his shoulder and balanced her for the camera.
Norman took the picture. It was a good pose. "Ameena, smile and
look like you're laughing." His wife listened to him and Norman
took what looked like a magazine quality photograph. He was
pleased till he noticed the lump in Xavier's briefs. He zoomed
the camera in for a closer look. 'My god, that things a monster,'
he thought. The black man's penis had to be bigger then a foot
long. His underwear bulged out as far a Norman's would have with
a full erection and Xavier's was still soft. Norman zoomed the
camera back out as Xavier lifted Ameena back up. This time, he
laid Ameena perpendicular to his body over his head, like he was
lifting weights. It was a great pose and Norman quickly took some
pictures. Ameena looked flustered, but relaxed and actually
smiled as Xavier lifted her up and down at one point forming a
cross with her across his chest.
Norman watched the image on his camera as Xavier lowered Ameena
to the ground. Xavier removed his hands from her waist only to
put them on her shoulders. He must have been applying pressure
because Ameena slowly fell to her knees. She was now eye level
with Xavier's massive crotch and she was openly staring right at
it. "Ameena," yelled Norman. "Face me, arch your back and put
your hands in your hair." Norman was relieved when she finally
took her eyes off Xavier's bulge. However, the black man moved
behind Ameena and began posing again. His crotch was positioned
so that it appeared beside Ameena's head in every frame. Norman
finally had enough of staring at a penis much bigger then his own
and shouted, "That's enough. I'm done here Xavier. Thanks for the
shots, but I'd like to just take some of my wife now."
"I gots a lot mo ideas," yelled Xavier, still faking American
"No thanks, I don't have much memory left on my card," lied
Norman. He'd invested in the most powerful SD card and it would
hold over 500 pictures. So far, he'd only shot 50. Norman lifted
his tripod and brought it in closer to his wife.
Xavier stepped out of the frame, but stood nearby with his arms
crossed before his massive muscular chest. "Would she ever
consider posing topless?" he asked loud enough for both to hear.
Ameena's eyes went wide and she shook her head. Norman said, "No,
she won't do nudes, even in our own home."
"How about suggestive nudes?” asked Xavier.
"No way," said Ameena.
"What do you mean?” asked Norman, looking interested.
"Like a wet tee shirt. That way you're clothed, but the tee shirt
would cling to your figure."
Norman‘s brows furrowed. "I don't think..."
"No," interrupted Ameena. "I'd consider that, since I wouldn't
actually be naked."
"Really?" asked Norman, a little too excited. "But we don't have
a tee shirt."
"Use mine," said Xavier walking over to where he had thrown his
shirt on the sand. Xavier waded out into the water and pushed his
shirt under until it was soaked. He then carried it up the beach
to where Ameena was still kneeling in the sand. Ameena took the
black man's shirt from him and pulled it over her head, shivering
a little as the wet material touched her skin. On Ameena, the tee
shirt was the size of a dress, nearly reaching her knees. "Now
take your top off," ordered Xavier.
Norman was quite surprised as he watched his wife remove her top.
She didn't even shyly turn her back to them, she looked right up
at Xavier as she reached up under the shirt and untied her bikini
top. She pulled her top out and handed it to Xavier, continuing
to stare up at the large black man. Not wanting to lose the
opportunity, Norman shouted, "Honey, turn to face me. Xavier, get
out of the frame." The shirt was too bulky on Ameena, but still
the material clung to certain parts of Ameena's body that made
Norman's penis hard as he took his wife's picture.
"Hold on Norman, the shirt needs adjusting," said Xavier. The
black man stepped back into the frame. He kneeled, grabbed the
hem of the tee shirt and pulled it tightly down. Big black hands
then patted the shirt down all over Ameena's body, even her
Norman was briefly distracted by the bulge in Xavier's briefs. It
looked like the black man's dick was struggling to get into the
same excited state, his own was. The briefs looked as though they
might burst at any moment. Then Norman turned his attention on
Ameena and started pressing the shutter button as quickly as his
camera would take pictures. Ameena was looking down her body in
shock and her arms were rising to cover her breasts. She was
obviously showing more skin then she had intended. The shirt
tightly hugged her entire body and was completely see-thru. The
dark outline of her bikini bottom was visible as well as her dark
nipples which Norman's camera easily detected as being extremely
hard. "Come on honey you were doing great," said Norman.
"Yeah, dey was some of da sexiest pictures I ever seen," said
Xavier. "You shouldn't cover a body like yours."
Norman was surprised, but delighted when Ameena seemed to listen
to the black man. She closed her eyes and f***ed her arms down to
her sides showing off her breasts. When she reopened her eyes she
smiled at the camera and started posing. Norman had never seen
his wife look sexier. "Would you take off the bottoms?" he asked
after taking a few pictures.
Ameena looked up at Xavier then back at her husband. "No, I
couldn't do that," she replied.
"I'd like some of the shirt clinging to your ass cheeks."
"I gots me an idea," said Xavier. "Turn yo backside to the camera
woman," he said, walking over to Ameena. The black man reached
down and pulled up the tee shirt until Ameena's ass was exposed.
She had a tight, small ass, perfectly formed and it was one of
her best features. She squealed as Xavier grabbed the material
and yanked it up. Her bikini bottoms slid up between her ass
cheeks, nearly disappearing.
Norman took a quick shot of Ameena's bare ass with Xavier's hand
giving her a wedgie before Xavier pulled the tee shirt back down.
His big black hands cupped both her ass cheeks until the shirt
clung to them as much as it clung to the rest of her body. Norman
snapped some more fantastic shots when Xavier stepped out of the
"Good," said Xavier, "now lets try some with the shirt off."
"No way," said Ameena. She looked around the empty beach as if
worried someone might see her. Norman noticed she didn't seem to
be bothered by the black man's presence anymore.
"I gots me an idea." Xavier walked behind Ameena and rapidly
began tugging her shirt up. Ameena brought her arms across her
breasts to stop him from stripping her. "Relax babe, I'm just
gonna tie your shirt up." Ameena removed her arms and looked into
Xavier's eyes as he tied her shirt in a knot over her belly. His
hands briefly moved between her breasts as he grabbed the shirt
Norman gulped with awe. His sexy, but publicly shy wife was
standing on the beach with just a wisp of fabric covering her
pubic region, her ass exposed, her curvy olive colored belly with
it's pierced navel on display, and the bottoms of her breasts
hanging out of a tight wet tee shirt that revealed her hard
swollen nipples. Norman's hands were shaking as he took pictures
of his hot Arab-American wife. Standing on the sand, she looked
the prize of some desert sheikh, a harem girl stripped down for
her master. The only problem was the giant black man kept getting
into the picture.
"How about you take that top off now?" asked Xavier. "Let your
husband get some nudes."
Ameena was kneeling, legs parted, arms behind her back, holding
her hair up. She turned to look up at Xavier. There was a long
pause and Norman almost thought she might do it. "No, I'm not
ready yet." Her eyes traveled down Xavier's body and locked on to
his crotch. Norman didn't blame her. He could easily imagine the
monster those briefs contained ripping through the material at
any moment. He zoomed in on the man's crotch and took a quick
picture. Kneeling, Ameena couldn't see it, but Xavier's briefs
were so stretched, it was as if he'd gained six inches on his
waist. The camera easily made out the man's pubic hair through
the opening. Norman zoomed back out until Ameena's face was
Several things suddenly happened almost simultaneously. Xavier's
thumbs hooked into his briefs as he said, "Well I'll pose nude,
if you won't." The thumbs pulled downwards. In shock, Norman's
hands pressed on the shutter locking the focus. Ameena's mouth
fell open as the massive black cock burst out from it's
confinement. Norman took the picture just as the cock pressed
against Ameena's lips.
"Jesus!" muttered Norman, more in awe of the sight of Xavier's
cock then appalled by the fact Xavier was brushing the tip of his
dick across Ameena's lips. The huge dark brown cock was more then
twice the size of Norman's 6" penis and more then twice as thick.
Norman figured it must be around 14" long. Norman's whole body
seemed frozen in shock except for his index finger which kept
tapping the shutter button taking pictures.
Norman finally realized that it was his wife's mouth, Xavier was
poking his cock against. Norman could even see the black man's
precum coating her lips. "Ameena!" he said, to get her attention.
She jumped as if startled, like she'd forgotten he was even
there. Ameena pulled back, but Xavier's beefy hand wrapped around
the back of her head and pulled forwards. Ameena didn't resist at
first. Her lips parted and nearly the entire plum-sized head of
Xavier's cock pushed into her mouth. Ameena pulled back and
Xavier let her go. When his cock head reappeared it was shiny and
glistening as if she had licked it.
"I think we've had enough for the day," said Norman. He was
sweating though the day was chilly.
"No, lets get some more pictures," said Xavier. "We'll stay
tasteful. Just some R rated contrasts. Ameena, put your hand on
"How is that tasteful?" asked Norman, watching his wife reach up
to grab the black man's cock.
"Just some size comparisons. Now start taking some pictures.
Ameena, you know what I mean by size comparisons, don't you?"
Xavier smirked as Ameena nodded and quickly glanced at Norman's
Norman snapped pictures and something strange began happening. He
got an erection. It was impossible not to find the scene before
him overly erotic. The black man's cock was so perfectly superior
to any penis Norman had ever seen and it suited Ameena's perfect
body well. Ameena appeared completely entranced by it. Her small
hand was gripping the base, the fingers not touching. Soon her
hand moved up to squeeze the huge knobby head. Her hand slid back
down to the base, then back up. His wife was actually stroking
the black man's cock!
"Whoa there, I think that's enough." Norman didn't like the way
the black man glared at him.
"Get some shots of this," said Xavier.
Norman took more pictures as Xavier moved to superimpose his cock
across Ameena's face. His f******n inch cock was longer then her
face was wide and he held his cock right under her nose. She
seemed to be smelling it.
"Norm, gets your ass over here. I gots some more ideas. Stand
behind me and take some looking down my chest."
Norman walked over towards Xavier as the black man positioned
himself in front of Ameena. Xavier's giant black hand rested on
her forehead, pushing her head back and up. His cock was now
superimposed over Ameena's face, vertically, splitting her face
in two. Conscious of his erection, Norman stood behind Xavier and
reached around the giant man to take a picture of Ameena looking
up at Xavier's face. She still seemed to be smelling it and
liking what she smelled.
Ameena was right. It did smell and standing so close to Xavier,
Norman could smell it too. The odor was pure masculine sexuality.
He liked it too, but his penis suddenly went from being as hard
as it had ever been to completely limp. Worse, Norman's penis
started to shrink like he had just jumped in freezing water. Even
his balls began to contract. Norman stepped away from the black
man and he felt like a complete wimp.
"Lets step these pics up a notch," said Xavier. "We'll take some
suggestive shots. Why don't you take your top off?""
Norman felt a surge of pride in his wife for resisting the
persuasive man. The look on her face suggested she was struggling
with the idea, however.
Norman had a folded up blanket near his tripod and Xavier walked
over to get it. The black man's huge banana cock bobbed before
him as he opened the blanket up and spread it on the sand. "Come
get down on all fours on the blanket," said Xavier to Ameena. "We
can still get some good pictures for your collection." He
positioned himself on his knees behind Ameena. "Norm, get some
close-ups of her face and back."
Norman moved in front of Ameena. Xavier rose up a little and
rested his cock against her ass cheeks, the head rising well up
past the small of her back. "Zoom in on my cock to remind you of
what a real man's prick looks like," said Xavier. "Now I'm going
to push it down like we're fucking. Ameena, look like I've just
buried this big boy in your twat."
"Ooh," moaned Ameena softly as Xavier slid the long length of his
cock down her ass cheeks. "OH!" she moaned louder. "What are you
Norman jumped up and looked at Xavier. The black man had pushed
his cock head against Ameena's slit. Just a thin strip of bikini
protected her pussy from getting penetrated by that monster.
Xavier pushed hard and nearly half an inch of his fat cock head
pushed the material into Ameena's pussy. Norman moved around to
get a picture and noticed how wet the material of her bikini was.
Worse, it's color was darkening as more and more lubrication
began soaking it. The black man's precum was also leaving it's
mark on this side of her bikini. The sticky stuff was pouring out
of the black man's pee-slit in copious amounts and Norman could
see trails of it on Ameena's thighs. "Let's try a different
position," said Norman after Ameena let out a loud frustrated
moan of yearning."
"Turn over." Xavier leaned back so that Ameena could roll over on
her back. The shirt had ridden up high and it still clung to her
bare breasts. She looked incredibly sexy in that pose. Xavier
moved up between her legs and pushed his cock down against the
entrance to her pussy again. Norman noticed the black man rub and
press his cock head along her slit. Ameena squirmed as he did it.
Xavier then raised his cock up and inched his way forward,
pressing his cock down on her crotch. The shaft covered her pubic
hair, the slight swell under her navel, and pushed just past her
belly button. "Big ain't it?" Both Ameena and Norman nodded in
Xavier backed up and Norman hoped the black man was done.
Instead, Xavier rose up and straddled her crotch, sitting down on
Ameena's belly. He pressed his cock down between Ameena's breasts
and pounded her chin with the head of his cock. "Stick your
tongue out and pretend to lick it," he ordered.
Ameena arched her neck and did as she was told. There was little
pretending though, Xavier often directed his cock to slide
against her tongue and it left more precum behind on her lips.
Several times Norman noticed her tongue moved to follow his cock.
Norman had seen enough when Xavier pushed his cock down between
Ameena's breasts. His big black hands grabbed the sides of her
breasts, pushing them up and together until they held his cock
between them. The wet shirt still clung to her nipples and Norman
could see how excited they were, until the black man's thumbs
reached up to touch them. The index fingers soon joined the
thumbs, his digits twirling Ameena's nipples between them. Ameena
was moaning and trying to thrust her hips up, but Xavier's weight
held her down.
Norman took a few steps closer to put an end to this, but as he
got within a foot of Xavier, his legs suddenly felt weak. He
couldn't move them. Even his hands were shaky and sweat was
pouring down his forehead. Norman was ashamed by his behaviour.
He opened his mouth to demand Xavier to stop, but the words
choked in his throat. Xavier was slowly working his hands under
Ameena's shirt and soon became the second man to ever touch
Norman's wife's bare breasts. Xavier then pulled back and pushed
his cock too under her shirt. The head thrust out through the
blouse to poke Ameena in the chin which she was holding down on
her chest still trying to lick his cock. As Norman fought to stop
this, Xavier raised his hands up by the wrists and Ameena's shirt
slipped up his hands until her breasts were freed.
"Look mate, get some fucking pictures will ya?"
Norman snapped out of it and took a step back not even noticing
Xavier had slipped into his accent. The black man glared at him
until Norman brought the camera up and started snapping pictures.
The black man pulled his cock back until it freed itself of her
bunched up blouse. When he thrust it back, it reared up and found
Ameena's mouth. The black man was now titty fucking Norman's wife
and she was willingly catching the head of his cock in her mouth.
Norman obediently continued taking pictures.
The focus on Norman's camera was having trouble locking. He
looked up from the display and saw that Xavier was now bucking
his hips so fast, his thrusting cock was a blur. Ameena's breasts
were smashed together around his cock and the black man's fingers
were tugging and twirling her nipples. "Get ready for the money
shot," growled the black man.
"Better close your mouth, honey," said Norman. Ameena looked over
at him, her expression confused. It was almost like she didn't
recognize her own husband. She was also looking at him like he
was crazy. "Ameena, he's about to cum." She always refused not
only to swallow, but to even let Norman cum in her mouth.
"You don't want to close your mouth, do you?" asked Xavier.
Ameena's eyes quickly returned to looking up Xavier's muscular
body glistening with sweat. Her answer was to open her mouth
wider and the black man's cock head began disappearing inside her
mouth with each thrust. "Get ready Norman. Now!"
Norman pressed the shudder and held it so that the camera began
taking progressive shots. The first caught Xavier's cock head
emerging from Ameena's mouth a fan of white semen spraying
between her lips. The still spraying head entered her mouth
again. When it emerged it leaped upwards out of control and shot
an amazingly large wad of cum completely covering Ameena's face
and hair. Norman caught a quick sight of Ameena's open mouth
completely filled with sperm. Her mouth disappeared as his cock
thrust over it and shot another strand of cum over her face. When
her mouth reappeared, it was empty. Norman could have jacked off
into a glass every day for a year and the amount wouldn't have
equaled one strand of Xavier's multiple orgasms, but then the
black man's balls were five times the size of Norman's.
Ameena was actually arching her neck to catch his cock head in
her mouth again. She succeeded a couple times and Norman caught
sight of her gulping. Xavier was still cumming when he quickly
slid back and stood. He shot the last few strands of sperm on
Ameena's breasts, each wad skillfully striking her nipples.
Norman turned away from the sight of the big black man standing
over Norman's sperm covered wife. He held the camera down with
one hand and rubbed his temples with the next. He brought the
camera back up and checked the last few pictures. They were
perfect, but there was no real reason for him to keep a memento
of this horrible day. Norman's finger was poised on the delete
button as he turned around.
"Get the camera ready," ordered Xavier. Norman looked up with a
start. Ameena was down on all fours facing the camera while
Xavier was kneeling behind her in the doggy position. "Get some
pictures for your collection that look like we're fucking."
Norman did take some shots from in front of Ameena. Her large
breasts were swinging under her as Xavier moved her hips back and
forth. Norman noticed her blouse was now completely off and
laying on the sand. Even Norman had to admit their perfect bodies
did look good together.
"Come get some close-ups of my cock."
Norman walked around and was startled yet again. Xavier's cock
was completely hard again. It was so hard, it looked as if he
hadn't cum in months let alone minutes ago. The black man raised
himself up enough to push his cock down so that the head was
pointed at Ameena's asshole. He had her ass cheeks spread and her
cute little puckered hole was on display with Xavier's f******n
inch cock poised to penetrate it.
"Now some of me getting ready to fuck her."
Norman watched the fat knobby cock head move down. "Hey!" said
Norman. "She's not wearing her panties." Indeed, her bikini
bottoms were laying in the sand beside her blouse.
"No shit, dumbass. Get some close-ups."
Norman zoomed in on the black man's cock and subsequently
Ameena's pussy. Norman's wife's pussy was so aroused and engorged
it looked like it was throbbing. It was also soaked with her
arousal and dripping lubrication. "Don't put it in her," said
Norman watching Xavier's cock head rub along Ameena's slit until
it too glistened with her juices. "Hey watch it!" Norman looked
up from the viewfinder as Ameena's labia began spreading open
around Xavier's cock head.
"Oh god, yes," moaned Ameena.
Norman looked down at the viewfinder. Xavier's cock head had
disappeared entirely. "Stop, pull it out. Pull it out."
"You want me to pull it out?" Xavier asked Ameena.
"Yes." The look on Ameena's face wasn't convincing and when
Xavier worked his cock around a bit, slowly starting to withdraw
she changed her mind. "No! No, it feels too good." Ameena looked
conflicted, but also more aroused then she'd ever been. "Just let
him keep a little of it in me, Norman."
"Damn it," said Norman. He was too scared of the black man to
make him pull it out. "Don't push any more in and don't you dare
cum in her pussy. She's not on birth control." As soon as Norman
said it, Xaver's cock thrust another inch deeper as if the black
man had momentarily lost control.
"Ameena, I'll just get some shots of it in you, then we'll call
it a day, ok?"
"Oh-kay." Ameena drew out the word so that it was more of a moan.
"Don't let him push any more in."
"Don't worry Norm, I wouldn't want to turn your wife into a black
cock loving slut. Would I?"
"Wait a minute, your accent, you're our gardener."
"Right mate. I heard you talking about coming here to take
pictures. Your wife is such a sexy number, I just had to see her
posing in her bikini. I had no idea you wanted to see her pose
like this with another man."
"I didn't," said Norman. "Whoa there, pull out a little, it looks
like another inch has slipped in."
Xavier moved his hands up to Ameena's ribs and pushed. Norman was
pleased to see the black man was obeying him and slowly removing
the three or four inches of cock he'd pushed inside Ameena's
pussy. Unfortunately, he was pushing down too hard on Ameena's
upper back. Disaster struck. Ameena's arms collapsed. She fell
forwards, her face hitting the sand, her ass still up thrust.
Xavier also fell forward. The tip of his cock had been partially
inside her pussy and it now shot forwards, pushing deeper then
Norman had ever been.
"No, pull out, pull out," screamed Norman.
Xavier pushed up, but fell again, and his cock thrust even deeper
this time. "Sorry," said the black man. Xavier sat back on his
knees, but stupidly held on to Ameena's waist as he did so, in
effect pulling her into his cock. Norman was horrified to see
that Ameena had just taken nearly a foot of thick black cock.
Xavier let her go so that she ended up on all fours again. He
tried to pull out, but for some reason pushed forwards again.
Ameena's head fell back to the blanket. Xavier apparently gave up
trying to pull it out. He held still with close to thirteen
inches of cock buried in Ameena's pussy.
Ameena whimpered. Her knuckles were grabbing handfuls of sand
through the blanket. "Yes," she hissed. Norman could barely hear
her. Her whole body jerked a little.
Xavier remained still, apparently not moving, but in reality he
was making his cock jerk inside her pussy. "Come around and get
some close-ups, fool."
Ameena raised her head. Her brow was sweating and she was sucking
her lower lip inside her mouth. She shook her head, not wanting
Norman to go look. "Aah," she cried, suddenly her lip coming out
of her mouth to quiver a little.
Norman moved around until he could see Xavier's thick black
sausage crammed inside his wife's pussy. Norman was no longer the
only man to put his dick inside Ameena. Her labia and thighs were
soaked. He held the camera up and zoomed in on their crotches.
The viewfinder clearly caught fluid running out of Ameena's
pussy, flowing down the visible part of the black man's shaft
until it dripped off his balls. Ameena had orgasmed! The camera
close-up also showed the black man's cock jerking. Norman took
"Why didn't you want your husband to look at your pussy?" asked
"I didn't want him to know that I came."
"Show her what it looks like, Norman."
Norman switched to view mode and brought the picture up on the
camera. He held it up before Ameena's eyes. Ameena stared at it.
"Oh god! That's what's in me? Yes, so big, fuck yes. I'm cumming
"You like that big cock, dontcha?"
"Yes. I love it. I've never cum like that. Your big black cock is
the best ever. Fuck me. Please fuck me."
Norman felt heartbroken. He'd never been able to give Ameena
orgasms until this summer. Her unusual state of arousal had her
cumming each time they fucked, but Norman had to put a lot more
effort into it. Still, it had been the best sex of their marriage
until now. Xavier had started slowly withdrawing it and pushing
it in. He wasn't waiting for Norman's permission, but Norman gave
in anyway. "Go ahead and fuck the slut."
"Don't mind if I do." Xavier then proceeded to give Ameena the
fucking of her life. His cock became a blur as the black man
began slamming it in and out with enough f***e, Norman could hear
his balls slapping on her thighs.
Norman waited for Xavier to pull out. No man can go that fast or
last that long, he thought. However, Xavier didn't slow down and
Ameena continued to have orgasms. In fact, she seemed to be
having one long continuous orgasm or series of orgasms. Her body
was quivering and she was moaning loudly, also grunting each time
his balls slapped her thighs.
Norman took pictures, lots of pictures. Ameena's moans turned to
a loud scream. Norman looked up to see that Xavier had pushed his
thumb into her ass. Her scream wasn't from pain. It was from her
orgasms increasing in intensity.
"Next time, I'm gonna fuck that ass, slut."
"Anything you want," cried Ameena between orgasms. Norman didn't
plan on there being a next time, but was smart enough to realize,
he might not have a choice. Xavier suddenly stopped thrusting. He
held his cock buried as deep as it would go. Ameena's eyes rolled
up in the back of her head. Her body went limp as the biggest
orgasm yet took control of her body.
Norman felt relieved as he watched Xavier pull his cock out just
in time. Sperm was spraying out of the tip as his hard, rampant
cock appeared over her ass. Norman couldn't help being awed by
it. His finger pressed the shudder capturing a long strand of
semen shooting up, over Ameena's back. Xavier continued to cum,
sperm pooling in the small of Ameena's back. It was an incredible
amount, but less then he had the first time.
Xavier finally stood, his f******n inch cock slowly deflating.
Norman went over to his wife as the black man retrieved his
clothes. "You alright, honey?" asked Norman shaking his wife. She
barely stirred, but she did moan contentedly. Xavier was dressed
now. He walked over and picked the camera off the blanket. He
started looking at the pictures. Norman had a sudden fear that
Ameena's pussy would never return to normal after fucking
Xavier's monster cock. He bent around to look at it and gasped in
horror. Ameena's pussy lips were spread open around a large hole
the width of Xavier's dick. Worse, sperm was pouring out of the
hole, soaking the blanket. "Asshole, I told you not to cum in her
"That's no way to talk to your wife's boss, wimp." Xavier turned
away and started jogging off.
Norman had no idea what he was talking about and gave the black
man the finger, but only when he was sure Xavier wouldn't catch
him. Ameena didn't budge for close to half an hour until Norman
informed her there were people heading their way. She dressed in
her bikini and Norman helped his weak wife get back to their car.
At home, he helped put Ameena to bed. Provided she wasn't
pregnant, he hoped they could forget about this incident.
Determined to erase the pictures, he retrieved his camera and
turned it on.
The words “No memory card“, flashed on the screen.