Ride that mutha fucker," the impatient Buster commanded. I put my hands on his knees and slowly started my accent before sitting back down and impalin... myself with every inch. I repeated until the sloshing sound from the lubricated friction got louder and faster. After increasing my pace, I was fucking his cock with a steady rhythm.I turned and grunted, "You like that? Does it feel good? Is it tight enough for ya?" Ohhhhh yea! Oh yea. Do it, baby. Bounce up and down on that pipe. You like. I promise you won't regret it." How was it?" Mita enquired hesitatingly."Oh didi, it was lovely. The sensation can't be described it has to be experienced," Choti said cleverly."What about the pain?" Mita retorted sarcastically"Yes, it hurts a little," Choti said, "Jab choot phati thi tab bhi tau dard hua tha ya nahin? (When you lost your cherry then it also hurt, didn't it?)" I am not quite sure," Mita said unsure of herself."Didi, try it. You won't regret it," Choti replied."If it is about. Having a black guy treat me like a little white bitch, fuck me raw then fill me with his seed was an addiction. It still is.This is about my first VERY big black cock; not so much the length of him but the girth of that cock. There are a lot of details that I can’t remember and, while it was going on, I was consumed with a mix of pain, pleasure and sheer pride. I can’t even remember how many times he did me over those few days; I do remember that I was left with my white bitch ‘cunt’ gaping and. For Bob. When they finally showered, dressed and returned to the den, it was just in time for the men to join them. Joe and Bob were right on time and let themselves in together. They walked toward the den calling. They found Carol in the red lingerie outfit Bob had given her and Janette was in an identical white outfit of her own. Both of the ladies were posing displaying all of their tempting assets soooo nicely.The guys just stood and stared at them for several moments. They looked at each.