Jeanne woke up between the two black men who had kept her awake most of the night.
She marveled at how much her life had changed in a couple of days. At the start of the week, she'd never seriously considered being with a black guy. Nothing against them, she'd have said at the time, I'm just more attracted to white guys.
Then Jamison came into the sperm bank where she worked as a nurse and, before she knew it, she was ignoring all the ethics of her job and jerking his big black cock before finishing him off with a blowjob. That moment seemed to break something in her, because since then, she felt like she'd become addicted. Black cock was all she thought of and all she wanted, and she wanted it in every way imaginable. Before she knew it, she had fucked Jamison and allowed him to take her ass. Then there was his roommate Marcus, who she'd also been with before sharing the two of them in what had been a wild night that left her stretched out, worn out and exhausted.
And yet, as she lay between them in bed, she found her hand slowly moving down Jamison's body until it encircled his cock, already swelling even as he continued to sleep. She reached wither her other hand and found Marcus' cock, also hardening. She began to stroke both men at once, moving her fists up and down.
"I must be in the forest," she giggled, "because look at all the morning wood I found."
"Mmm," purred Jamison.
"That's right, baby," said Marcus. "Just like that."
She stroked faster and faster, pumping her fists. Jamison turned to face her. On her other side, Marcus turned to face her as well.
Jeanne was surprised. She was expecting to start the day by jerking them both off simultaneously, but they seemed to each have other ideas. So now, she had a decision to make.
She turned to face Marcus. Within seconds, the tip of his cock was between her legs, searching for home. Meanwhile, Jamison spooned her from behind, the length of his own rock hard cock pressing against her ass.
Both men found their respective holes and once again, Jeanne found herself DPed by a pair of giant black cocks. As it had time and again the previous night, it sent her into nearly immediate orgasm. She thrashed between them as they pumped away at her, cocks pistoning in and out from both sides. She went until they both came, then rolled over and let them have her from the other side.
Again, she continued trying to keep up with the eager men until they both came again, filling her with hot liquid. She felt each cock pulsing and gushing, which sent her into yet another orgasm.
Finally, she collapsed in a heap between the two spent me.
"God," she moaned. "I love black cock."
Both men laughed.
"Seriously," she said. "I can't get enough. Whatever you guys want to do to me..."
"We got ourselves a freaky white girl," said Marcus. "This is gonna be fun."
Jeanne couldn't believe how different the two guys were. Their cocks were different, of course. Marcus was a little bigger than Jamison and was a bit rougher with her, thrusting harder when he was inside her. He was also more likely to spank her and put his hands around her throat. That made sense. Jamison was the shy, awkward one who first came to her work and tricked her into helping him with his sperm donation, begging her to give him a hand--literally. Marcus was the bad boy who tried to steal her from his roommate and showed up at her work demanding that she service him--taking what he wanted.
Jamison seemed to want to date her, planning outings to get dinner with her, while Marcus seemed to just be in it for the physical pleasure of having a white girl in every possible way he could. Once, when she was at a restaurant with Jamison, she'd texted Marcus with their location. She then lured Jamison into the restaurant bathroom for a mid-meal tryst, where Marcus was waiting for them. They'd DPed her while standing against the sink, wither her orgasming wildly while hoping the lock held if someone else came to use the restroom.
On Saturday, Jamison asked Jeanne if she wanted to meet his friends.
"We always get together at one of their places to watch the fights," he said. "They're all bringing girlfriends, so I thought maybe you'd want to come too."
Jeanne agreed, and they showed up with a six-pack of beer to watch the mixed martial art pay-per-view. As Jeanne walked into the friend's apartment, she noticed a large number of frowning faces staring at her. She was surprised. She'd expected that his friends were black, of course, but it hadn't occurred to me that their girlfriends would be too. And they didn't seem too happy to be joined by a white girl infiltrating the group.
Jeanne tried to make conversation, but each attempt was met by grunts or one syllable answers from the other girlfriends. Meanwhile, the guys all crowded around the TV to watch the pre-fight show.
One of Jamison's friends noticed that Jeanne was standing off by herself and spoke to his girlfriend. "Honey, Jeanne also studied nursing. Just like you."
The girlfriend gave her man a fierce look.
"Mmm," she said, then turned back to the girlfriend she'd been talking to and continued her conversation.
Then it was time for the first fight. Jeanne was grateful, because it meant conversation would stop as everyone watched the action on the screen.
A small but well-built black guy entered the cage and began jumping in place to warm up. Jamison's friends discussed what they knew about the fighter.
Then, an Eminem song began playing on the arena PA system and the screen showed a wiry white guy walking to the cage.
Jamison's friends groaned.
"White boy," said one. "We don't want to see no white boy."
He then looked nervously at Jamison and then over at Jeanne. "I'm sorry," he said.
"No worries," she said, just grateful that someone was actually acknowledging her presence. She turned to Jamison. "Maybe we can bet on this fight," she suggested.
"What do we win?" he asked.
"You tell me," she said flirtatiously, ignoring the eye rolling and frowns from the other ladies.
