April lay on the bed awaiting the inevitable. It seemed to take forever. Her feature curled in yearning anticipation mixed with desire; the pain had not arrived yet but it was about to. She shut her eyes and swallowed a lungful of air as Shango's bulk loomed over her. A crease of a frown highlighted her brow as if something was wrong—why was he taking so fucking long? April opened her eyes and looked past her abdomen to where her pussy met Shango's pelvis; Holly held one of her legs apart for him. Shango rubbed his prick against her labia, teasing her towards madness. She opened her mouth thus letting go the pocket of air she had saved up.
"Give it to me," she demanded fiercely. "Give it to me, you hear!"
"You want it bad? Okay, here you go!"
He gave it to her and for an instant there was nothing. That instant lasted a millisecond before a reaction occurred. April's body tensed as if struck by lightning. She muttered a croak, consequentially choking on a mouthful of air that she had just inhaled. A sudden flare ignited like a matchstick inside her head which mushroomed into a giant nuclear cloud. The explosion sent shockwaves from her brain racing to her spine, coursing every nerve, every cell, in her body. A searing groan welled from her gut, through her windpipe and out of her mouth. Her back arched from the bed as she bucked and panted uncontrollably.
Holly maintained her grip on April's ankle even as she struggled. Her eyes expanded and her mouth opened in awe as she watched Olu Shango's muscle press deep into her friend's pussy. April screamed and kept bucking and groaning as his cock slid into her vagina. Holly herself was still reeling from the throb of Shango's size having stretched and fucked her minutes ago before letting April take her place. It amazed her that someone like Shango harboured such stamina to fuck two women without calling time-out. The sex she had enjoyed so far was unlike any she had experienced before. Better than their previous romp; this time he had discarded all niceties to fuck her even harder. Listening to April's rising screams only confirmed that she too was feeling his mighty cock the same way she had.
Shango lay on top of April and she caressed his backside and shoulders while groaning under him. Her hips and pelvis bucked against him when he pulled out only to slam back into her again. April murmured a rasping cry as she continued to take on his girth. Her pussy clung to his shaft like a glove. Each withdrawal he made came away smeared by her juice. Holly slid off the bed and come kneel behind Shango. Her position gave her meagre view of his cock slipping into her cunt. She rubbed her clit as she watched the underside of April's pussy taking successive pounding from Shango's girth.
April moaned ecstatically. She raked her nails upon his shoulders as he then slid his hands underneath her backside to grasp her buttocks. Her body kept taking her punishment; her breathing sounded more like a revving engine. Her pussy felt unbelievably stretched and still she wanted him, craved him like nothing before.
Her hips and thighs undulated against his pelvis. Shango propped himself on his toes, his palms pressed against the underside of her thighs as he thrust down into her vagina, grunting with effort. April clawed at his arms when she was not grabbing at her tits. Pools of sweat fell from Shango's brow as he dropped to his knees and lowered himself back on top of her, grinding his pelvis while ripping into her. April gasped harder. Shango slipped his tongue into her mouth and she willingly pulled on his tongue.
Just as his cock was taking April higher into the stratosphere, Shango pulled out to her sudden consternation. He reached for Holly and pulled her over, manoeuvring her to lie on top of April, her legs spread over hers. April caressed Holly's hair from her face to get a better view of what was coming. Holly gave a sharp cry when Shango rammed into her. April kissed her face as a means of soothing her cries. Holly lolled her face against April's shoulder. She gasped and whimpered into her ear while April pressed her crotch against hers.
Shango gave one more thrust before pulling out of her. Holly gasped with relief and collapsed on top her friend. Shango was not done as he held his shaft in his hand searching below for April's cunt. He missed his aim the first time before April reached down her crotch and slid his cock where it ought to go and from then on began groaning her own pleasurable moans. Shango repeated the same gesture as he went back and forth on both women till April caught hint of his impending climax. Shango groaned with lust and gestured at them to come to their feet.
Holly rolled off April, their bodies wet and slippery from each other's sweat. Olu Shango stood before them jerking his cock frantically as they knelt before him, both eager to catch his load. He threw his head back and roared as he shot a trace of cum across Holly's face. April leaned her mouth closer and caught other spurts that flew at them. Holly tasted his cum as it landed on her lips and she squeezed her face in disgust. April did her the favour of licking cum off her face. She grabbed Shango's cock and sucked him clean.
"I'm not done with you yet," Shango swiped his thumb across his brow dripping with sweat. "I've got some more black cock to give."
"You wore my pussy out," April said. "You have more power in you to go on?"
He grinned. "Find me a towel to wipe off this sweat and a glass of water and then we'll see."
* * *
Howard pictured himself as a lone spider suddenly caught in a Venus fly trap—how could he possibly have gotten this involved and not assume things would get any crazier, he thought to himself as he marvelled at the dominatrix goddess known as Ms. Jenn standing before him. Too late, the fantasy he had erstwhile enjoyed was now to his horror becoming his reality.
"I'm sorry but I can't have any of th—"
WHACK!
Ms. Jenn smacked his cheek with her riding crop, stunning him into silence.
"Who the fuck asked you to speak, slave?" she spat and then turned to Charmaine who was getting out of his tuxedo outfit. "Didn't you inform this pathetic fool who I am and what my rules are?"
"I did mention a bit of it beforehand, my Mistress. Do forgive him. He's new at this and needs some lessons from you."
Howard again attempted to speak. "Hold on now, I don't want any of this no—"
WHACK!
The crop landed on his head hard enough to make him yelp. He attempted rising to his feet but Ms. Jenn pushed him back to remain as he was.
"Don't you fucking play cute with me, you white pathetic slug of shit. Don't dare think I'm just some ordinary woman you're looking at either. I've got the muscle and skills to break your arms right here and now if I so want to. Do you want to test me, bitch-boy?"
Howard massaged the spot where she had hit him, too stunned and weary to put up a fight or counter her words. Charmaine discarded his last item of clothes and stood naked in his stockings. His feminine tits stood prominent but a little saggy; his penis was nothing but a lifeless stub.
Ms. Jenn turned away from Howard for a moment. When she returned, she was wielding a ten-inch black dildo in her hand. Howard's eyes lit with apparent fright as his mind conjured up eerie images of whatever she intended with that contraption. All instinct told him to race out of the room (already he recognised it as the same room he and Ted had suffered under the hands of the black men from last time), praying the woman would not exercise further wrath upon him.
"Let me clue you in on a little lesson in manners, bitch-boy," she stroked the dildo and licked its penis-shaped head before aiming the dildo at him. "Open your mouth, slave!"
Howard parted his lips upon her command. His eyes stared at the looming tip of the dildo as she drew closer towards him. Howard was unaware of Charmaine coming behind him and was appropriately caught by surprise when Charmaine wrapped his arm under his chin in a strong headlock. Howard yelped in surprise and struggled against him but Charmaine's hold was too powerful. He pressed his thumb against Howard's cheek, forcing his mouth to open wide.
"That's a good boy," the Mistress jammed the dildo into his mouth.
Howard choked and gurgled with hurt as she thrust the dildo further into his mouth. The dildo felt rough; he inhaled a distinct foul odour coming from it. Howard tried wrenching himself from Charmaine's grip but it was futile. The Mistress warned him not to stop. He did as instructed and worked his lips around the dildo, afraid of how far she might force it on him should he give any hint of disobedience.
"That's a good bitch boy. Has this slave ever sucked a black man's cock before?"
"He has, my Mistress," Charmaine said. "The last time he was here."
"Excellent. No wonder he's looking like he's enjoying my dildo. You are enjoying my dildo aren't you, slave?"
Howard grunted and nodded while still forcing the dildo down his throat.
"Are you going to be a good boy and show me how you worshipped that black cock? Nod your head, bitch-boy."
Howard responded accordingly.
Ms. Jenn retrieved the dildo. Charmaine let go of Howard who then fell forward grunting, coughing and sputtering phlegm on the carpet; his feature was all red. Howard, to his surprise, picked up the dildo and stuck it back into his mouth. Ms. Jenn and Charmaine stood back and watched him slobber over it like a dog would over bone.
"That's it," she cooed. "Keep sucking that dildo, bitch boy. Another lesson you should learn, all white boys are bitch boys who love nothing but to worship black cock."
Howard was unaware how long he continued doing that until the Mistress's voice cracked like a whip.
"Stop!"
Howard did stop, letting the dildo fall from his hand. He looked at her as she then came from behind.
She was wearing a dildo strap-on harness around her hips. Howard saw that aside from her riding crop in one hand, she carried a lube bottle in her other.
"Now's when we get to make a sissy out of you, bitch boy," her voice was loud as it was cold. "Get up your feet and STRIP NOW!"