New BBC Whores Abby & Lillie Pt. 01

When things wrapped up and the other guys got dressed and went out to the car, Darrell stayed behind a few minutes. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He counted out $400 and gave it to Abby.

He said, "This is your share of what they have paid in order to fuck you." Then he smiled.

Abby said, "What? You mean I am a whore?"

"No," said Darrell. "You and Lillie both are black cock whores."

Abby laughed and said, "Okay, just wanted to clear that up!" And she laughed again.

I was exhausted and sore, but Abby was even more exhausted and sore. In bed after Darrell left, I helped her apply some soothing lotion to her body and her pussy lips. I figured I could touch her pussy as long as it was not done in a sexual way. However, Abby said that her clit was really sore from all the rubbing.

"I think you better apply the lotion to your own clit," I told Abby. "I don't think it is appropriate for me to be touching my wife's clit any more, based on the oath that we took."

She laughed, and applied the lotion to her sore clit while I applied lotion to her sore nipples. Her tits got a heavy workout, too. They really seemed to love her tits, and they played with and sucked on her nipples a lot.

Abby fell asleep almost immediately after I turned off the lights. I fell asleep quickly too, but then had nightmares. One nightmare was about me being outside in slutty girl clothes, with all the neighbors gathered around me, pointing at me and laughing. Then I had another nightmare that involved me violating the oath, and Darrell beating my ass bloody and cutting off my dick.

We slept late. I woke up just as Abby was stirring. I got up and made breakfast, then brought it into the bedroom and served her breakfast in bed. She was very pleased. As she ate, she sat up in bed, the covers only reaching up to her waist. Her full tits were exposed. I got hard just looking at them, and wanting to touch them, but then I thought of that nightmare about Darrell beating me and cutting off my dick, and my erection immediately went down.

"How are you feeling this morning," I asked.

"I feel really good," she said. "The soreness seems to be gone and I just feel so incredibly relaxed, really good." She smiled at me.

I looked at her and said, "Well, you had so many orgasms last night I lost count of them. It was like you were making up for lost time."

That made me start to think again about how inadequate I must have been all this time.

"I am so sorry I have been so inadequate as a man that I could not satisfy you. I didn't realize it until last night, but I realize it now," I told her. Tears started streaming down my face, and I started sobbing.

She put the plate aside, and pulled my head down to her chest, one nipple actually sticking in my ear. She stroked my head, and said, "It's okay, baby. Just remember that I love you no matter what. While having sex cannot happen between us, I love you as much as ever. Don't forget that."

Between sobs, I said, "I love you too. I support you fully now that I understand. I want you to have thousands of orgasms like you had last night. I recognize that I am no longer a man, and that my fate is sealed. I'll comply fully."

After a few minutes, I sat up, wiping the tears away. I asked her, "How do you feel about the oath we took?"

"I guess I am okay with it. How about you?"

"I have no choice, I have to be okay with it, so I accept it. But how do you feel about not just that, but about getting paid for sex with black men?"

"Well, that was a shock," she said. "Probably if I had known about that before hand, I would have refused, but in retrospect, I guess it is fine. I mean, I had a lot of fun, and to get paid for it at the same time just seems like, I don't know, I guess appropriate. Like it is supposed to be that way. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think I do," I said. But I didn't. But I would not object.

"Hey," she said, "I have to admit something. After seeing you in the wig and the girl clothes last night, I think you make a much better girl than you ever did as a man. You looked so pretty, like you have been a gorgeous girl all your life. You have always had girl features."

I looked at her, not sure how to take that, but I said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Now I suspect I have had low testosterone levels all my life. I've never had that much body or face hair, know what I mean? I guess now all I have to do is grow tits to make me look like a real girl."

She laughed and hugged me. "That would really be cool, if you did grow tits. We'll have to find out how you can do that."

I had joked when I said that, but Abby thought I was serious. Wow. I smiled and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah," I said, "We will have to find that out, for sure."

Secretly, though, that really had blown me away. I wasn't expecting a serious response to that joke. I had accepted the oath and making myself available to black men, and I had accepted the fact that my wife was black cock only, actually, a black cock slut, but could I accept going so far as to growing tits? I truly didn't know. I imagined myself with tits. Probably not as big as Abby's, but still. Tits!

Sunday, while my asshole and jaw recovered, and Abby's pussy recovered from the massive pounding it took, we took Abby's whore money and went out shopping. We went grocery shopping, of course, but went to some places to buy slutty clothing. Whatever would fit Abby would also fit me, so we just pretended to the store clerks like it was all for her. But for the tops to fit me, I would have to wear that padded bra, of course.

To get some really slutty whore stuff, we had to go to some adult stores that also sell extremely slutty clothing and nighties. We also ordered a few things on-line.

Even though I was in "man" clothes while we shopped, Abby called me Lillie, even in front of store clerks, which caused them to look at me funny.

Sunday night, Darrell called and told Abby that a couple guys were coming over to fuck her, and that he had already collected the money and would giver her share to her on Monday. He told her they were close friends of his, so treat them right.

When they arrived, I opened the door. I was dressed in extremely slutty girly clothes with the wig and make-up, and Abby had a sheer nightie on, with a sheer pair of panties and no bra. She greeted them with big hugs, her big tits pressing against them. That obviously aroused them, as I could see bulges starting to form in their pants.

One of the guys picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The other black guy and me followed. He laid my wife down on our marital bed and slid her sheer panties off, then knelt down and ate her pussy. Abby squired in pleasure. The other black guy undid her nighty and started sucking on her tits. My wife squirmed more, and started moaning. I was standing beside the bed, watching. Abby opened her eyes and looked over at me, and smiled. I smiled back and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled bigger.

I found myself getting hard as I watched the black head between my wife's legs, eating her pussy, and another black head sucking on her nipples, and massaging her big white tits with his black hands. I wanted to jack off while watching, but I didn't think that would be allowed..

Abby was really writhing and moaning, and totally gave herself over to the intense pleasure she was feeling.

The guy eating her rose up and stripped his clothes off. He told me, "Guide my cock into your wife's cunt, girl. Darrell said I should make you do that."

"Yes, Sir," I said, and immediately took his cock in my hand as he settled his body between her legs. To get his cock into her pussy smoothly, I had to spread my wife's pussy lips apart with my other hand. I hoped that was not a violation of any kind.

He slowly pumped his cock into her, getting her well lubricated before he really started going at it. In the meantime, the other guy had stripped and was rubbing his big black cock all over Abby's face. When he would get his cock near her mouth, she would open her mouth and lick the tip of his cock.

The guy fucking my wife's pussy really rocked her. He was fucking her hard, bouncing her all over the bed. He had to drag her back a couple times. I had a hard time, actually, taking my eyes off his black ass, going up and down so fast and hard, fucking my wife. He had a beautiful ass. Really firm and athletic and round. I had to admit, it looked really good fucking my wife.

Abby started moaning loudly, then shuddered, and started screaming out. Most was unintelligible, but something I did catch was "God don't stop fucking me. Fuck me hard!"

He started cumming then, has ass driving his black cock deep into Abby's white pussy. He shivered and made soft noises. When he was done, he laid on top of her, and laughed.

"Wow," he said, "Darrell told me you were a screamer. He sure the fuck was right. Your cunt is so nice and tight, too."

He made me clean his cock off, then I devoted my attention to cleaning Abby's pussy, eating all of the cum that I could. The other guy pulled me away, getting impatient. He pushed Abby's knees up to her chest, then kneeled on the bed and pushed his black cock into my wife's white pussy. He fucked her like that for awhile, then he released her legs and laid on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ridding with him as he pumped her. My dick was hard, watching it.

The first guy grabbed me by the arm and told me to eat his asshole. The thing I feared the most was word getting back to Darrell that I wasn't cooperative.

I got behind him and got on my knees. I spread his ass cheeks apart with my hands, and buried my face in his crack. I licked his asshole and pushed my tongue inside as far as I could go. It was by far not the most pleasant thing I had ever done, but the guy seemed to be enjoying it. I cupped his balls with one hand and played with them as I ate his asshole, then I reached for his cock, which was limp but still large, and started to jack him off.

His cock got hard as I ate ass and jacked him. Finally he turned around and pushed his now hard black cock through my lipsticked lips. I sucked him for all I was worth. I wanted him to report back to Darrell about what a good girl I was. I pushed a finger up into his asshole, and that really got him going. He came in my mouth, a heavy load, even though less than a half hour before he spewed a lot of cum into my wife's pussy. I managed to swallow every bit of it, then spent some time cleaning his cock, running my tongue down his shaft and all around his big balls.

After they left, I pondered about what would happen Monday, with me dressing as a girl, no, not just a girl, but as a slut. I had more nightmares.

End of Part 1