WEDNESDAY.
I let Samantha lie in that morning and wake up
in her own time. It was not until two-o-clock in the afternoon that she put in an appearance. She poured herself a cup of coffee, moving gingerly about the kitchen. She saw me watching her and felt she had to give me an explanation "I feel really sore this morning, they kept banging my pussy and arse like there was no tomorrow, I've never been pounded like that before. It was great but I'm feeling it today".
We had three visitors that afternoon, the first was Marge, with the inevitable carrier bag, which she handed to Samantha, "Your costume for tomorrow" she announced. Sam took it, but for the first time I thought I saw a little bit of regret in her eyes when she took it. I hung on to that look as a sign that my hanging around might be worth while. It was certainly something to give me hope, anyway. She did not stay long, saying she had to go and arrange Samantha's big (She emphasized that word) surprise for tomorrow.
The next was Gary, who had called for his video. I reluctantly gave him a copy of the first nights action and he too left in a hurry.
Finally Dan turned up to tell Samantha that he had missed her the night before and that he hoped he would be "in favor" tomorrow, whilst signing to me with his finger and thumb making a ring whilst he poked another finger through the ring they made exactly what he meant.
Finally we were left alone, although we could not think of anything to say to one another.
THURSDAY.
Marge did not have to tell me where they were going that night; the T shirt said it all! Samantha wore her now customary tight slacks which showed off everything she had, this time in a bright red colour with a T-shirt of the same hew above on which was written "I'M AN BIRD LOVER" and on the back, "and I'm looking for a black cock or two"
I was getting worried about her when she finally arrived home at around midnight. She and Marge came walking into the living room together with a small, wizened looking black man, the very opposite of what I expected to see. I could not help but notice that Samantha was minus her top and her breasts were shiny with drool. Her slacks were lowered as well, so that her arse was uncovered.
"This is Allcock," said Samantha.
I was surprised to be introduced, but thrust out my hand to say hello. "How do you do, Mr. Allcock" I said.
Marge seemed to find this very funny and nearly collapsed laughing. "His name is not Allcock, he's known as Allcock because that's what he is, All cock."
"Yasser," said Allcock," When the good lord gave out dicks he gave me the biggest and everyone else had to make do with what little was left."
With that statement he lowered his trousers and produced what looked like a big fat black snake from his underpants. I gasped along with Sam. It was enormous! The fat head looked like a sheep's heart, fixed onto a pint beer bottle. I could not see Samantha taking that or any one else for that matter.
"Yes, the good lord blessed me and made it my mission to stretch out the pussies of young white girls like they were intended to be stretched out and tonight I intend to stretch out little Sam here."
"How can you be sure that she can take that monster?"
"man, on the way over here in your wife's friends car, I had my hand so far up inside her pussy you would have thought she was a glove puppet, that's how I know she's going to take ol' friendly here. I'm going to make your bitch my bitch tonight and then I will pimp her out to the brotherhood and she'll get all the black cock she can handle."
I gasped at the impudence and ego of this little man, but something told me he could do it if he wished to!
"Are you one of these sick fucks who want to watch?" he asked.
"No, I hate what my wife is doing, but I love her."
"Good, then you can watch her love big black cock." He said, and pushed Samantha into a kneeling position and presented his cock to her mouth. Sam at once took him into her mouth and started sucking him. I watched transfixed as she ran her tongue up and down that monster and sucked on the head as if trying to get a taste of the cream from it. He stood there proudly as she slurped at that big black dong, patting her on the head as you would a child. He let her administer to him for about five minutes before he pulled her to her feet, running his hands from her tits to her pussy as he did so.
"I think it's about time to get the main event started" he said and waited until Marge led them out of the door and up the stairs.
I sat there stunned for a minute or two. Samantha had never shown any interest in black men before, why now? Then suddenly a cry from upstairs shattered my reverie.
