Thanks for all the positive feedback on this series. I'm open to suggestions on where to go next but I think it's near time for a finale.
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Later that night, after a very quiet dinner, my daughter, my husband and I sat around the house doing nothing. I don't know if my husband suspected anything, but he was trying to make conversation to break the silence. "So Jenny, the big performance is coming up, right?"
I looked at my daughter, who despite herself had a little smirk. I knew she was thinking what I was, that we just had a "big" performance. "Yes, dear," I said, " It's nothing special. "
"Really? I thought you were using some extras this year. How are they fitting in?"
"Oh," I said as casually as possible, trying to ignore my still sore pussy, "they had some trouble in the beginning, but eventually fit in just fine. They really are good performers. " Again my daughter smirked.
"Well, will they be joining us for the annual party?"
The party! Oh shit I'd forgotten all about it. Every year before our big performance I host a pool party at our house for the club. We have a nice yard with a modest above ground pool and everyone usually has a good time. My daughter looked at me in half panic and half amusement at my situation. " No dear, I don't think so. Maybe we'll skip the party this year. "
"Don't be silly Jenny! It's the only chance I get to meet the people you two spend so much time with. I wouldn't miss it. Plus, it would be bad luck after having it for all these years. You don't worry about it, I'll make all the arrangements. How many extras have you taken on?"
"Just one," I replied too quickly, my guilty mind running in circles, "I mean four. We have four extras. "
Till that point my daughter was just listening, enjoying my squirming. But she chimed in as she sauntered to her father, leaned over his chair and put her arms around his neck, the two of them now looking at me. "But they're big, dad. Very big. Aren't they, mom. "
My eyes burned at my daughter. "Y.. yes, they are very big. " Dreamy images of Willy and his mighty cock torturing me with its pleasure flooded my mind.
"You'll have to make special arrangements for them dad. You know, fried chicken and stuff. Soul food. "
"Why is that kitten? Do they like that stuff?"
"Of course, dad, they're black. Very big and very black. Right mom?"
My daughter's words were sending me farther and farther into the wonderful memories of the feelings I had so recently experienced. "Y.. yes. They are black. "
"Very black. "
"Yes... yes, they are very black. " Did she know what she was doing to me?
"And big. "
"Yes. Big. "
"Very big. "
"Yes. Yes. Yes they are very big. Very big and very black. Yes. I need a drink. " I practically stumbled from the room. Even though I was sore I was ready to fuck Willy or any of the other devils on the spot. What was happening to me? I heard my husband say "Gee, I wonder what's wrong with your mother?"
"She's just uncomfortable with her feelings about black men, that's all. I suspect she'll get over it though. "
"Nonsense, kitten. You're mother has always been very open minded about minorities. I'm sure there's nothing she wouldn't do for those boys. "
"Dad," my daughter said, patting her father on the head, "I think you may be right. "
Two weeks later was the night of the party at my house. My husband insisted I invite all the club members including the devils. Each of the white boys flat out refused to go. The white girls each initially accepted enthusiastically, but one by one they backed out, each saying the her boyfriend insisted they not go. So it was going to be me, my daughter, my husband and the four black devils. My husband (who would make a great housewife) did all the preparing including the food, which included the fried chicken my daughter suggested.
When the doorbell rang, I ran to the answer it. I was nervous, excited, and terrified. My husband was in the kitchen and my daughter was still getting dressed. I took a deep breath and opened the door. All four black giants stood outside together. They were casually dressed to show their muscles and I took a minute to give them a once over. "Is that they boys, dear?" my husband called from the kitchen. Boys! Each of them stood a foot taller and untold pounds of muscles more than my diminutive husband. "Yes, dear, it's the boys. "
"Well, let them in, I was just about to... " my husband came out from the kitchen and stood dead in his tracks. Here I was at the front door in my little sun dress, framed by four handsome black men, and at the other end of the room stood my husband, wearing an apron. "to put out the fried chicken. Hello boys. " He spoke but didn't move. I guess it was a lot to take in.
"Hello sir," said one of they boys. He passed by me, momentarily putting his strong hands on my shoulders, and approached my husband, his huge hand extended. He shook my husband's hand and it disappeared in the grasp of this black devil. "I'm Chez, this is Don and Storm and that little guy by your wife is Willy. Did I hear chicken? We's jess luuuvs chicken. "
Little guy, not! I knew he was mocking my husband, just as Willy had done when I called his cock a penis. His cock which was now slowly grinding against my butt as my husband was introduced. Don was standing in front of me so I couldn't move. Oh god, were they going to torment me here?
