Katie Goes Black Ch 04

CHAPTER 4: IS FOUR A GANG BANG?

It was nearly a month before Jay could set it up to meet with the other three guys of their company. Toby joined us in the meantime as Jay felt it good to stoke my new feeling about myself. He said nothing about my ass so it wasn't touched. But, alone he touched it a lot. A couple times a week I was fucked in the ass with his big cock. By the time the meeting was set up, I was taking his cock with much more ease.

On the drive across town, he said there were a few surprises and I would just have to be patient. I was told we were going to the location of the company which was a surprise because it had been managed from their apartments and garages before. He said they had purchased an old farm that was in default when the old couple died and there were no heirs. There were 25 acres still part of the property, a two-story farmhouse, barn, and sheds. For the past months they have all been working as they could on the house and all four of them are now living there upstairs with one room downstairs converted into the company office. There was more than enough room for storage of vehicles, equipment, and supplies.

That explained why we had trouble getting together, he was spending as much time as possible there and that was especially necessary for him since he was the carpenter of the group and the finish work would largely fall to him. It also made me proud of him... the other guys, too, but I knew Jay far better.

Jay had assured me the other two guys, Jerome Hansen the painter, and Gary Stevens the plumber and boss, would be very respectful and considerate and all were looking forward to meeting me. I bet they were, especially if they hadn't had girlfriends for a while. It was still strange when I thought about what was happening, what I was about to do. I mean I only knew Jay for some months and Toby just a few times and now I was on my way to being with all four guys and we all knew what the real purpose was: fucking. Jay asked me early on when we were discussing doing this. New experiences were the way Jay always introduced things. I had fucked him on impulse and became infatuated with his big black cock. Then we added Toby a few times and my desire for black cock continued to grow. By the time I had gone to Jay with the toys and asked him to open up my ass so a cock could fuck it, I had already convinced myself my desire for black cock was beyond merely having a partner to fuck. I really had changed. I really had become a slut and when I knew I wanted to fuck with my asshole, too, I knew, hell I wanted, to be a true black cock slut and whatever that implied. The reality was I still didn't fully consider everything that might imply but I knew I wanted to fuck black cock and lots of black cock and becoming a three-hole slut was part of that. That much I knew.

So, when we discussed including his whole group, I was already ready, willing, eager, and hungry to do it. The real discussion was how Jay should bring it up to the guys. He suggested we could simply pretend to meet for a BBQ or something and see what developed. I argued that if I was going to trust him and them with my safety, they deserved more than playing games. If I wanted them to be trustworthy and upfront with me, shouldn't I be the same for them?

Jay was rehashing that now in the car as we got closer to the farm which was just outside the city limits but within easy access to where most of their projects had been. "As you wish, Katie, there are no secrets about what's going to be happening. I told Jerome and Gary, and Toby affirmed, that you think of yourself as a black cock slut, you love to fuck, and you especially love black cock. They also know you are a three-hole slut, which, by the way, surprised Toby."

I smiled and shivered. I was clutching my hands in my lap for fear Jay would notice them shaking. I was about to meet two new black men who only knew one thing about me: I was a friend of Jay's; and, I was described as a black cock slut. Four black cocks... and me. It will all be real after this.

Jay turned off the main road onto a narrow gravel road for a couple miles before slowing near a clump of huge cottonwood trees where I saw an old two-track trail that stopped at a locked gate. Jay got out of his truck, opened the gate, drove through far enough to clear the gate, got out again, and relocked it.

When he returned, "We all decided and agreed to keep the gate locked. This is where we store all our equipment and supplies and a company like ours has zero 'walk-in' business."

I looked around through the side windows. This really was the country but surprisingly not that far from the city, though it was from the downtown area. The two-track didn't improve as it entered the property and continued up a rise. I could see where farming had happened on the land by where it was cleared and I could later see where cows had been fenced into a pasture. Over the rise, the farm buildings came into view and were about a half mile from the gravel road. Very private. Very quiet.

The house was, as Jay had said, a two-story with a huge porch stretching across the front with chairs scattered on it. It had none of the signs of being abandoned so the guys had apparently done a good job fixing it up on the outside, too. Jay diverted to the area of sheds where one stood open with another truck in it and a space next to it empty. That was where Jay parked.

We got out and I stood at the back of the truck and looked around, took a deep breath, and sighed. This was clean, fresh air. Maybe it hadn't smelled quite so fresh back when it was actively farmed but that was years ago. Jay met me at the back of the truck and didn't move further. I heard the sound of a wooden screen door slam against a wood frame and looked over to find three black men, all about the same size as Jay, standing on the porch, brought out by the sound of the truck and its tires crunching on the gravel.

It was mid-afternoon Saturday and we really were having a BBQ but it wasn't the main event, so to speak. Jay said, "I don't mind turning around and going back, Katie. I can explain it, if you think this is too much, too soon."

I turned to him with my arms going around his neck and kiss him with real passion and lust. I pressed my hips into his and moved them over his cock pressing back at me. There was one more thing he confided with me: all the guys had big cocks. I was more than ready. My nervousness was not fear or doubt, it was built-up energy.

"Jay, you introduced me to all this. Sure, you may have just been having a good time fucking a white woman who wanted it badly that night but you did more than that, too. And you realized that quickly. You saw how I reacted to your cock and you saw my desire to experience more. And you helped me and I love that about you. But, I still want more... and then more. I don't know what my limits are, Jay, but I want to explore that. I know it will change my life but I'll deal with that as the experiences lead me. We've called me a black cock slut but I've had two men. I want to know more about this."

He grabbed me tight and gave me his own lusting kiss. "That's good, Katie, because they are expecting a black cock slut as entertainment tonight. Up until setting up this meeting, none of us considered what a black cock slut even was. It's not just you, Katie, all of us are anxious to find out."

I turned toward the house but Jay still held my hand and wasn't moving. I turned. "Katie," he began, "is that the way a black cock slut should approach black men?"

I gazed at him and there might have been a bit of tease there in his eyes but he was right, too. Maybe there's an expected way to behave; maybe rules even. Oh, that would be exciting... rules on how to be with black men. There might be a lot of learning and adjusting.

I walked back to the passenger door and pulled my tee shirt over my head, dropping it into the open window. I began loosening my jeans and at the same time pried my running shoes off my feet. I pushed my jeans down my legs and leaned into the side of the truck to pull them off my feet, those going through the window, too. Without looking again at Jay or the guys on the porch, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, shrugging my shoulders to drop it down my arms, then pushed my panties off my hips. For a moment, my panties were stuck to my very wet and excited pussy lips and I blushed when I saw that Jay also had noticed.

"Excited much, slut?" he asked as he swatted my ass as he nudged me forward. "Go introduce yourself to Gary and Jerome.

I started carefully across the dirt and gravel until I reached the grass. Then stopped with a thought, "What name do I use?" I asked Jay. All this was so new to me. How much changes when even I think of myself as a slut?

"Good question. I think we agreed that if you manage this you probably are a slut and that might be the point of figuring out what that really means. So, for now, being naked," he smiled at me, "identify yourself as 'Katie' but you want to become a black cock slut and will they help you." I squeezed my thighs together and I noticed him noticing. He also saw my nipples being rock hard. "This excites you, doesn't it, Katie?" I nodded. "Don't worry. None of us has any real idea what it means to have a black cock slut among us, not you and not us. We'll see where this goes, okay?"

I reached up and kissed him, then turned around, made eye contact with the guys on the porch and strutted to the steps, climbed up, and walked directly up to the one that looked a bit older. They were all riveted at the side railing where they had been watching.

"Gary?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm Katie and I think I want to become a black cock slut. Will you help me?" Before he could answer, though, I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. When I pulled back, he looked into my eyes and pulled me back in for another kiss and this one lasted much longer. His hands roamed over my naked back and ass. When we came up for air, "Was that a 'yes', then?" We both laughed.

I repeated the same to Jerome who had the benefit of watching Gary and was quicker to use his hands on me. I then stepped up to Toby. I kissed him, too, then, "Toby, we've met but that was when I was experimenting. I guess I still am but with more deliberateness." I turned to all three of them and found Jay standing next to Gary. "I need all four of you to help me realize what I truly believe is within me and that is being a black cock slut. I've spent time with Jay over months, time that was not dating but simply fucking. As I told Jay at the beginning, I don't want a relationship, I want to get and give orgasms and I have discovered that big black cocks are what I desire, desire to fuck, and desire to suck. It's that simple, guys. I want black cock and as much of it as I can have. I think that is what I am meant for and tonight can help me determine that."

Jay walked up to me, slid his hand down my abdomen and I opened my legs in anticipation, his hand slid over my pussy and one finger went inside. He pulled his finger out and held it near my mouth as he held my eyes. "She's really wet, guys," he announced. I leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth and sucked my juice from it. "She's ready for sucking and fucking." He pulled from his pocket a tube of lubrication, "And, she's now a three-hole slut."

I was pressed inside the house. I didn't get much chance to inspect the living room where I found myself, but the little I could see looked amazing. I had wondered how it would begin. It would be awkward if they expected me to undress all of them but Jay took care of that by immediately pulling his clothes off. I knew he had no intention of being the first but his action put things into gear. As the men became naked, I found myself surrounded by four strongly toned black men. I sank to my knees and they formed closely around me and I gazed at eye level at four big black cocks, all about the same length and thickness. My mind was overwhelmed, four cocks like Jay, but my body responded with my mouth opening wide to take in the cock directly in front of me and my arms rising to blindly grasp for two others on each side. After several minutes, I shifted to the side with my mouth for a new cock and my hands grasping others. I shifted after minutes, moving slowly around the tight circle. All the cocks had long since been hard.

Someone lifted me by my arms to stand. Jay, I found, and he pressed me over the back of the sofa in the room, then stepped predictably back as one of the other men came up behind me, rubbed his cock along my pussy, and gently began pressing into my hole.

"No," I heard Jay's voice, "I told you she was wet... hell, she always seems to be wet. She wants to be a slut, take her like she is, let her experience it." Of course, he had already confessed they didn't know what having a slut was like or what it meant. I did expect more force, though.

The man partially inside me pulled a few inches back out and quickly thrust his entire cock into my hole. I cried out in a loud groan and when he pulled back to thrust again, I met his thrust with my own. At that moment the light changed and I found a cock head inches from my face. I opened my mouth and it slid right in, back and forth, and deeper into my mouth.

I heard Jay, again, "She'll take you into her throat... just control your time there so she can take air through her nose."

He did, too. He pushed through my mouth and into my throat. I gasped when he pulled it back but was ready for the next time. I was surprised is all. Always before I was in control of taking Jay into my throat and now being fucked this way was different but I adjusted quickly and he did give me a rhythm that allowed me to take in regular breaths.

I was ready for these two to fuck me to climaxes but they didn't. They both pulled out at the same moment and my entire body seemed to complain at the sudden loss but it was my throat that release the frustrated groan. It didn't last long, though, before two more cock were at my pussy and mouth. That became a routine of fucking me from the front and back, pulling out and a shift, then more fucking. I couldn't concentrate on who or how much, my body simply became a fuck-toy, two holes for their cocks to fill. At some point, after I had no idea how many shifts of fucking, I exploded in an orgasm. My upper body sagged down, my mouth coming off the cock as my body quaked in response. The fucking into my pussy continued, though, without let up. In fact, the pounding in my pussy increased in aggressiveness and the guys changed out more quickly and it had a predictable effect of continuing my orgasm from peak to peak.

Then the cocks were gone. My pussy was empty except for what seemed like volumes of my own orgasmic juice that freely flowed from my gaping pussy. Without the pressure of bodies pressing cocks into me, I sagged from the back of the sofa to the floor. I didn't know what to expect, anymore. I hadn't expected that kind of fucking so any other expectation went out the door. I had never orgasmed like that and I was gasping and fighting to bring my body under some amount of control.

Jay had introduced me to wonderful orgasms and experimentation led to increases in them and it all led to my fixation on black cocks and the delights I was receiving. Now... this... my world was upside down. My axis was tilted. In this time frame of experience, I knew... I was theirs. At least, I would be theirs if they would have me for theirs. My pussy was opening and closing, spasming even minutes after the last cock left it. Even my pussy was wanting more.

I didn't move on my own for a few minutes. I still hadn't when I was lifted, not to my feet but over the sofa again. Before anyone put another cock into me, though, a muffled conversation had me rolled so I was backward over the sofa, my hips at the top of the back and my head on the cushions. A hand tapped my cheek and I opened my mouth without thought and a cock pressed inside. It wasn't a cock entering my pussy, though. It felt like two fingers, then a third. My head was immobile with the cock deep in my mouth and throat so there was no looking but I felt what was happening. The three fingers sawed in and out rapidly, the middle finger curled and gliding over the front of my pussy making contact with my g-spot.

As I thought I was going to explode, again, the hand disappeared. At the same time, the cock in my mouth did, too. They were both immediately replaced, another cock confidently now plowed into my mouth and directly down my throat. The fingers thrust into my clenching pussy and immediately stroked my g-spot.

After the second rotation, I exploded, again. And, again, the fucking didn't stop while my body convulsed. The cock in my throat pulled back to being in my mouth and my mouth hung open gasping and moaning, unable to form a sucking movement.

When they stopped, my body slid off the back of the sofa, completely limp like a body without bones or useful muscle and I sagged to the cushions. I curled into a protective fetal position while I gasped and moaned, my legs and arms twitching and my pussy spasming around nothing.

Someone lifted my shoulders, sat down, and place me in his lap. Someone else knelt at the edge of the sofa and both began gently, soothingly stroking me on my arms and legs. Then another hand was added to my back and another to my exposed hip. I finally managed to open my eyes. All four were around me. I was on Gary's lap. I gave a weak, embarrassed smile.

"Some slut I am," I weakly muttered. "All I've done is orgasm and none of you have..."

Gary stroked the side of my head and pulled stray strands of hair from my face. "That was our agreed choice, Katie. We were curious how much you could take." He chuckled but in a soothing way. "Obviously, you can orgasm a lot."

I turned to look up at him and my cheek bumped into his still semi-hard cock. I turned a little more and kissed it. "But you guys..."

He put his finger to my lips. I could see the leader in him and I could feel my response to it, too. "We've done a little searching on the web since Jay said you wanted to come as a slut. A slut response. Yes, a slut is available to be used, but a slut responds to that use. We chose to test you. You were amazing, we never imagined someone orgasming like that. We'll cum in you, Katie, don't worry about that. If you're a slut, though, at least from what we've found, you go with our flow, whatever we choose, even if that means you're the only one orgasming."

I looked around at the four naked guys with long cocks hanging in front of them. They all had the same look of commitment and deliberateness I saw on Gary's face. I struggled to a sitting position, then to standing, with the assistance of Toby and Jerome.

"Okay," I struggled to get out, "I'm new to this, being a slut and all, and maybe I shouldn't say it, but..." I looked around the group, "I want to feel cum inside me."

They all laughed. Jerome said, "Sounds pretty slutty to me." And I joined them in laughing.

Gary told me to turn around and sit on his lap. He was holding his cock up straight so I parted my legs wide as he blindly guided his cock to my hole. With the feeling of his cock at my entrance, I sank down and gasped. Finally. I looked up and the guys in front of me were smiling wide. As I settled down over Gary's cock, Jerome stepped up to me and I bent forward to take it into my mouth as my hips continued to move up and down. Finally, I knew who was in my pussy and who was in my mouth. Then, from both sides, fingers began pinching and teasing my nipples and stroking my clit. Though I knew I was going to feel cum in my pussy now, they still seemed intent on maximizing my orgasms in the process.