This story is fiction and contains roughs sex, group sex, pissing and rimming.
"Lena, I still can't believe we spent this past weekend with all those black guys. What the hell were we thinking?"
"Well, you didn't seem to have a problem swabbing out 30 black asses with that slutty tongue of yours, Kaylin."
Kaylin sat quietly for a few seconds and then, shaking her head, she said, "I know. Ever since I licked that first black ass hole more than 10 years ago, I've loved it. I don't know why because most people think it's disgusting. My husband would leave me in a second if he knew. But once I start, I just can't stop."
Lena laughed. "You're just destined to be a black ass-eater forever."
Kaylin smiled at her old friend. "I guess you're right. But I don't think we should do it again. There's too much at stake. Our kids and our marriages. Our lifestyle and dinners at the country club. And those were the ugliest, fattest and smelliest bunch of men I've ever seen."
Lena looked at her friend and then said, "Let's talk about it in a couple weeks, OK?"
"OK."
Kaylin was adamant about not going back to the cabin for another round of getting gang banged by a bunch of drunk smelly black men. She fell into her routine for the next week without thinking much about their weekend as whores for black men. But at the beginning of the second week, she thought about it often. Her stomach would tingle when she thought of the men sitting on her face or offering their asses to her while on their hands and knees. She wondered how many men had fucked her while she was licking other men's asses.
By Thursday morning of the second week, that's all she could think about. And when she thought of Big Mo and Slick, it gave her butterflies in her stomach. They were two of the most disgusting of the group. Slick was a greasy, smelly skinny little weasel-looking guy with slick-backed hair and long boney fingers. Big Mo is an ugly six foot tall 350-pound behemoth. "Yuck," she thought to herself. "Why am I even thinking of those two lowlifes?"
She snapped out of her daydream and realized that she was driving past the UPS Store and pulling in to the curb. "Oh shit," she thought. "I'm right where Lena ran in to Slick and Big Mo. I, uh . . . uh . . . "
She sat there and shook her head and knew why she was here. She got out of the car and began walking up and down the street. She grabbed a coffee from the nearby coffee shop and continued walking. After two hours, she gave up and went home. The next morning, she was back walking the neighborhood when she saw the odd-looking combination walking away from her. She hurried down the street and yelled, "Hey Mo. Hey Slick."
The two men turned and looked at the beautiful woman approaching them. They looked at her mid-thigh shorts and tank top being stretched by her breasts. Then they looked at her beautiful face and Slick tilted his head in recognition. "You look familiar," he said. "Where have I seen you?"