Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

Eleven and three-fourths inches long and exactly two and a quarter diameter. Never had one like that? We’ll go easy. Best in the West, though and you’ll learn to love it. They all do.”

“O.K., I love lots of cock. But I never knew there was that much in any one package! Wheee-ew! Let me set the pace, huh, and before it’s over, you’ll be happy,” I promised my new owner.

“Sure… we’ve got all night. Hell, we’ve got all year if necessary. One of the advantages of being the boss,” he grinned. He lay back on the bed. “Help yourself, little one. But be gentle with me, I’m so delicate.” We both laughed.

As I sprawled beside the massive Negro and picked up the hard tree trunk he called his cock, I noticed the huge throbbing veins that stood a full quarter inch up from the shaft. The shaft itself was a shiny black, almost as if it had been polished, and as I lifted it up closer to study it — it felt as if it weighed ten pounds — I saw that the pinkish-red coronal rim was topped by a bluish-purple head that was so enormous that I knew I’d never be able to take even a fourth of his eleven-plus inches for the simple reason that the first inch wouldn’t be able to penetrate any one of my orifices. My jaws couldn’t possibly stretch to accommodate its width, and as for my cunt and even tighter asshole, no way! That much cock would split me in two, tear me apart! Shit! What was I gonna do?

“Best bet would be to work on it like a harmonica or eatin’ an ear of corn,” I heard Carl’s voice interrupt my reverie. “Grab it at each end with a tight fist and go back and forth end to end and nibble on it. Bite it gently with your teeth, and suck it hard with your lips, and bathe it all hot and wet with your tongue. It’ll answer, and sit right up for you. But you got such a small mouth, I’m afraid your teeth’ll scrape me raw if you try to French me regular. Oh, I do want you to eat me, though, darlin’. Suck ’em!”

I did as was told, and felt the pulsing of his mighty weapon as it responded to my caresses and mouthings, and in no time my hands were able to go only about halfway around his colossal cock, it had grown so. I didn’t question his measurement figures — I could see and feel they were true.

I had heard all kinds of rumors and tales about colored gentlemen, but now I was learning firsthand. And as I went merrily up and down the length of his huge tool, I found myself wondering if I could take him inside of me. I didn’t want to get hurt or have him tear me apart, but if only there were some way to have all that glistening black cock crammed up inside me, I’d be in heaven, because I loved cock more than anything in the universe, and here was more cock than I’d ever dreamed of.

My tongue braced hotly over each raised vein that responded poundingly to my wet lickings, and the rigid muscles of his massive prick stiffened even more as my lips suctioned and tugged at the shiny black surface. I let my teeth caress his meat with tender nibbles, and the stimulation of all of these gestures of mine soon had Carl moaning.

I moved up farther in the bed so that I could face his great weapon head on, and it looked from in front like a big cannon, the cock-eye staring at me avidly. The hole was as large as my little fingernail, and I could envision the torrent of jism wildly surging forth from it when I was bringing him to completion. I licked my lips at the thought of the taste of his tide of cum drowning me, and set to work on the glans with renewed enthusiasm.

At the first hot wet touch of my tongue upon the sensitive underside of his huge cockhead, his hips jerked, and the enormous cock leaped and bucked in my two-handed grip, and a happy whimper escaped his lips. His eager response to my Frenching was gratifying, and I set to work on him with the sole mind-searing idea of satisfying him like he had never before known. Somehow, some way, I was going to get all of his black club in me, if it killed me!

I yawned wide and slid my spit-slick lips over the head that reared before me. As I felt my teeth scrape just a bit on the purple skin of his glans, Carl’s hands seized the back of my head and tugged me further down onto it. It felt as if the skin would split at the corners of my mouth as he fiercely and savagely thrust his cock into my baby mouth. Then, with a little “plop”, the head was inside my mouth, and I could feel the rhythmic pound of his pulse against my cheek linings and the fiery heat of his contact as his cockhead filled my jaws to stretching.

He lay still then, and I rested a moment, trying to catch my breath and get used to having such a mouthful of wonderful big black cock. Actually, I was trapped, for the flare of his rim was so vast that I couldn’t have opened my jaws to get his meat out of my face if I’d have tried. But I wasn’t trying to get it out — I was trying to find some way to get my tongue free so I could fuck it and lave his delicious tool to orgasm. The thought of this much cock in me, even if only in my mouth so far, made me drool, and I forced my little red tongue sideways, back and forth, across the exquisitely slick underside of his glans that crammed me to the utmost. I could immediately feel his answering touch as he petted and stroked my head and crooned soft words of happiness as I laved his cock vigorously.

His hips thrust gently and slowly — not to get more cock into my mouth, but just to rub and sway what was already packed inside my head. “Oh God, that’s lovely, little Sheri,” I heard him whisper hoarsely. “There’s nothin’ in life better’n fuckin’ little white girls, and you’re the best, my darlin’, the best ever. Yeaaaah! Oooh, that tongue of yours is so hot, so naughty, so wild! Keep it up baby doll, keep it up. I’m gonna blow your tonsils out in about ten seconds, honey, so hang on yes tight there more and faster yeah, get it love GET IT NOOOOOW!” And then he came — rich and thick and hot and my head rocked under the impact of his balls unloading the mightiest stream of cum I had ever tasted. It shot forth and blasted the back of my mouth, rocketed down into my throat, and no matter how fast I gulped and swallowed, each wave was followed by another spurt bigger than the last, till I thought I’d either drown in his cum or my belly would overflow and it would back up on me. I chewed with my jaws and teeth, and the abrasion milked another jet from his loins, and then Carl was lying back, panting.

Between the momentary limpening of his cock, and the awesome mouthful of slick and slimy cum that paved my cheeks and lips, he was able, with a mighty tug, to withdraw his glans from my face. I rubbed under my ears where my jaws were aching from their enormous straining and stretching, and licked my lips to get every last molecule of his thick jism. It was different — sweetish, rather than the acid-salt taste that mast men have. I looked up at my big black lover and asked him about that.

“Do blacks have different cum? That tasted so good and sweet, instead of salty, Carl?”

“No, honey, niggers — and don’t be afraid to say that word — hell, you can call me anything, as long as you call me when you want sex. Naw, sperm is sperm, black, white, or plaid. But I’m sterile, y’see. I had a vasectomy, and if a guy’s sterile, the salty taste goes away. At least, that is what a lot of expert female cocksuckers tell me. I wouldn’t know — I’ve never sucked any cocks!” he laughed. “But as long as you liked it, who cares? Goddam, you are lovely Sheri. Hope you’re not too little. But I brought a little something along that might help, in case we have a lot of difficulty. But no hurry, honey — we’ve got all the time in the world, right?”

“Are all blacks built like you, Carl?” I asked naively.

“Hell, no, I’m the king of cocksmen. Leastwise, I’ve never known one to be better. Lots of your customers’ll be blacks from now on, although I’ve got rich clients in all colors and shapes and sizes. The main thing most of my customers want is a tight cunt. That you’ve got, I heard, and I’m sure it’s true. A tight cunt makes a man feel bigger and stronger, and king for a night, and that inflates the male ego. Me, I don’t need any ego-inflation, I know I’m the biggest and best.”

“Any gal that wants or needs more cock than yours,” I grinned, “would have to marry a horse.”

“Hell, I’ve got one gal that fucks a horse — a Shetland pony, really. She gets two hundred a trip. She lays back over a barrel, and we guide the meat up in her. She’s had her insides all out for years, and her cunt’s been stretched out since she was a teenybopper — an ordinary man couldn’t touch sides or bottom in it. She’d be outa business if it weren’t for those exhibitions she puts on. She says I’m the only guy she’s met who can do her any good, so naturally I never pay for it — just stop by every couple of weeks and do the bitch a favor. She says she masturbates with a two-quart thermos bottle, and I believe her. I can stick my fist up in her past my wristwatch, and that is too much. But she brings her money to me — my half, that is, and she keeps fairly busy, so I can’t gripe.”

“How many girls working for you, Carl?” I asked.

“I have seven now, including you. I was actually recruiting here in Phoenix when I came here. Combines business and pleasure in one trip. Four of my chicks are in L.A. and the others are here in Phoenix. Where would you rather work, Sheri? I figured keepin’ ya here in Phoenix, since you have a pretty steady clientele already built up. O.K.?”

“Sure. Hell, I’ll make you plenty in this town. Burns my ass to think how Harold and Doc cheated me for a whole year.”

“Forget it. You’ve been a loser all your life — I know your whole history.” He snorted and laughed. “Funny thing — most whores figger that when they’re fuckin’ niggers, they’re at the bottom of the line. With you, you’re just startin’ to get ahead and maize money. For the first time in your silly life you’re not a loser.” He had gotten up and poured us a couple of drinks. “Well, here’s to sex and prosperity.”

I gladly drank to that. Then I asked what was on the program for the rest of the night — what would he like to do?

“I’d love to fuck you right now, nonstop for hours, Sheri, but I got to thinkin’ — if I stretch you all out of shape and maybe tear you up inside, I’ve blown a two hundred thousand dollar investment. But I’ll be damned if I can leave you alone. I think we can combine both — the fuckin’ and the tightness of your baby cunt. C’mere.”

I obediently went over to him and he lay me on the bed with my heels hooked on the edge of the mattress and my head centered on the middle of the bed. With my ass on the lip of the bed and my knees hiked up and spread wide, he knelt before me.

“Kee-rist! That has got to be the tiniest and tightest little pink cunt I’ve ever seen on a gal that loves to fuck like you do, angel!” I felt the drops of juice trickle out of my hairline crack and down the crease of my ass as his soft gentle hands stroked slowly up and down the entrance of my pussy. He flicked my clitoris a couple of times and saw my hips buck and twitch as the exquisite electric thrills began to surge through me. He smiled.

“Just a second, darling. You’re gettin’ hot, and that’s good. I’m always hot. I was gonna eat you up, but I don’t think I dare right now. I’d get so Goddam carried away with it that I might bite your cunt right out of your body and chew it up and swallow it. I did that once, and the bitch like to bled to death. Ruined her for fuckin’, too.” I wondered if he was kidding me, and then he arose and went over to his coat that hung on the back of a chair. He came back immediately with a shiny chrome instrument in his hand, and when I asked what that was for, he said it was a dilator, an instrument used by physicians to enlarge an opening.

“Lotsa girls just use a dozen carrots, graduated in size, and keep ramming and punching away until they can keep takin’ bigger and bigger ones, but this is more scientific. Here, I’ve been holdin’ it in my hands, the metal parts are warm, and now I’ll just put this little rod inside your sweet pussy. There. See, no pain, you can hardly feel anything, right?” When I nodded agreement, he twisted the handle of the instrument, and I could feel the rod open up and fill my cunt more. He didn’t push it farther in, it just expanded in diameter, and it didn’t hurt at all. Felt kinda funny and different was all.