Reunion Revenge Goes Awry
written by:
Stormbringer

Reunion Revenge Goes Awry Copyright 2010 by Stormbringer

Pamela Barnes let the robe drop to the floor and smiled when her husband whistled. "You like?" she asked, twirling around for him. Pamela was wearing a baby doll teddy. It was light green and looked good on her with her long red hair. The bra squeezed her large bosom together giving her very impressive cleavage and it was sheer enough her pink nipples were visible. The panty was a thong that left the lush globes of her white ass bare. Her stomach was covered by the sheer green fabric, but her toned, fit body was clearly visible through it.

"Your doctor does good work," said her husband, Richard.

Pamela smiled and climbed beside him on the bed. Her husband was her doctor. She was eighteen years younger then he was. They had met when she got hired as his receptionist nearly fifteen years ago. She laid on her side and looked at him sensually. She stared at him with her piercing green eyes. She knew she looked good and wondered why his face was buried in a medical journal instead of looking at her. She also wondered why she had to initiate sex all the time. Her hand moved over to rest on his stomach and slide under his pajamas. She cupped his genitalia in her hand and squeezed it. It was slow going, but she felt him harden. Richard took the hint. He rolled over, pulling his pajama bottoms down as Pamela quickly pulled the thong off.

Five minutes later, Richard rolled off her, breathing heavily, but grinning. Pamela raised her hips up to hold his sperm in, hoping they were finally making a baby. They had been trying for a year, but Richard had a low sperm count. The fertility doctor said, it was possible for him to impregnate her, but very unlikely. So far, he wasn't willing to seek alternative means of conceiving. She would have tried anything. A baby was what she wanted most in the world.

Pamela had applied for the job with Doctor Barnes when she was five years out of high school and had just about given up a career in drama. He was a prominent plastic surgeon and offered discounts to his employees. The chubby Pamela Barnes had taken him up on the offer and had some liposuction done to her thighs, ass, and belly. The results had been amazing. Doctor Barnes asked her out for coffee one day and she joined him. They found they had little in common, but both were lonely and soon they started dating.

They dated only for a year before he asked her to marry him and she accepted. Richard didn't want his wife to work so Pamela used her free time to start working out. She hired a fitness instructor who quickly had excess weight dropping off her body and her muscles toning up. She wanted to tan, but she had the pale white skin common among redheads and burned easily. Her skin was mostly pure white, but tanning brought out freckles, so she gave up the sunbathing idea.

Pamela's one remaining physical problem were her enormous breasts. They were DD cups that looked big on her chubby body and positively enormous on her fit body. The problem wasn't so much their size, but that they sagged. Richard lifted them so that they thrust out proudly to the world, but he didn't reduce them in size. She almost wished he had as they made her back hurt, but she liked all the attention they got her, especially at acting gigs.

A local theater group quickly took on the buxom redhead where they had turned down the chubby Pamela. She had now starred in three plays. It was all she had ever wanted to do before deciding it was time to become a mother.

"I think you should go," said Richard, finally catching his breath.

"I hated high school, Richard. Plus, you can't go that weekend."

"You're not the chubby geek girl you were twenty years ago, Pam. Go to your reunion. Show off that hot body of yours. Flirt a little. Let them see what they missed out on. Make them jealous."

"I wouldn't mind rubbing it in a little.

"Then go. I'm sure half the hot girls back then are chubby now."

Pamela sat up, leaned over, and kissed her husband. "You know what? I think I will go."

"Good, have fun." Richard sat back up and returned to his magazine.

Pamela rolled over, but she couldn't sleep. Her three years of high school had been the worst years of her life. Pamela Porci was an overweight Wicca girl who dyed her luscious red hair, purple, wore black nail polish and eyeliner, and played dungeons and dragons. The nightmare began with the nickname, Porci Pig. She still couldn't watch Looney Tunes without picturing her high school tormentors.

Tormentor number one was Scott Johnson. He mercilessly teased her throughout high school, but the worst was in the auditorium. Several classes had been assigned to do short Shakespeare acts before the school. Pamela, Greta, and Hazel had opted to do the scene with the three witches from Macbeth. Greta and Hazel were the closest things she had to female friends. They included her in their group, but they were overly close and she suspected they were lesbians. Pam often felt like a third wheel around them. After their skit, Scott Johnson yelled out, "Ba-de Ba-de Ba-de, That's all folks," in his best Porky Pig voice and everyone laughed including many teachers, though he did get detention.

Then there were the blacks, Harlan, Gage, and Keisha. Their torments were daily. Keisha was dating Harlan and Pamela thought they had married after graduating. Keisha would say things like, "Move that fat ass out of our way, white girl," when they passed in the hall. Pamela had a particularly bad day and actually turned on Keisha to slap her, but Harlan easily grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch my woman, bitch," he growled. Afterwards, Pamela had hidden in the auditorium to cry. Gage and Harlan were close and rarely separated. Gage was the one that came up with the Porci Pig nickname and everyday made some sort of pig comment when he saw her. "Yo Harlan, you smell bacon? Porci Pamela can sure ham it up. No, she's snout funny. Soooeeee, here piggy piggy." And so on. She knew it was transference, but she came to associate all blacks with her three tormentors behavior. It wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it and was now quite bigoted.

She hated them.

Her last tormentor wasn't really a tormentor, but he ended up hurting her more then any of the others had. Preston Hunt was a friend since they were little and her secret crush. He was if anything, geekier then she was. He was her dungeon master and the two of them plus some others would play for hours in a bedroom lined with Star Wars Hasbro figures. Pam didn't even like role playing, but as long as Preston was there, she would follow just to hear his voice. He was short, skinny, and not much to look at, but he was the only guy who was ever consistently nice to her at least up until the day she kissed him. They were alone and both had decided to try drinking alcohol for the first time. She was thrilled when he didn't pull away as she leaned over to kiss him and his hand flew up to her enormous bosom, squeezing her tits. Soon his hand slipped under her black blouse, slid over several rolls of fat and then was playing with her nipples. Pam gasped and quickly felt her panties go wet. Her nipples had always been very sensitive. She decided to reward him and let her hand fall in his lap. She squeezed his bulge and heard him groan in pleasure. Preston went nuts and released her boob long enough to pull his pants down. Believing that from here on out, her life was taking a turn for the better, Pamela decided to do something guaranteed to keep Preston interested in her. She fell to her knees and sucked his dick. It was her first and last blow job. Oh he loved it alright. He guided her head with his hands and practically squealed like a girl when he came which was only after a few minutes. She even swallowed. The problem came afterwards. Preston wanted to do it again. He wanted to play with her breasts. He wanted to do all that and she was willing, but he didn't want to hold her hands in school or let her kiss him in front of anyone else. He quickly turned weird, not wanting to be seen with her at all, but always wanting her to come over when no one else was around. It didn't take Pamela long to realize, he was ashamed to be seen with her and when she did, it tore her heart on two. She couldn't stop crying for days and finally ended up emptying a bottle of sleeping pills down her throat. She was in the hospital for two days and missed school for a week while she underwent a psychological evaluation. She refused to talk to Preston after that or anyone else. She spent the last few months of school acting like a zombie, going through the motions until she graduated, but she didn't show up for the ceremony.

Pamela quickly wiped tears from her eyes so that her husband wouldn't notice. On graduation day, she moved far away from home. Her dream was to go to Hollywood, but she moved to New York City, took acting classes, tried to get a gig on Broadway, then off Broadway, then way off Broadway. Her money ran out, she moved to a cheaper apartment in the suburbs, and got hired as a receptionist by one of the kindest men she'd ever meant.

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Pamela boarded the plane to Atlanta wearing a black skirt with a slit up her thighs. She had on black heeled boots that went up just under her knees. She wore a green short sleeve pull over top, that hugged her bosom and showed off a lot of cleavage. She found her seat and waited for take off. She felt her body tremble slightly when she saw the blacks board the plane. She had know idea they lived anywhere near her. Pamela pulled herself together as they approached.

There were four of them. The first two were Harlan and Keisha. Unfortunately, in the twenty years since graduation, they hadn't lost their looks. Harlan was a black giant covered in muscles. It did look like he was losing his hair, but he's shaved it and it looked good on him. Keisha still had a nice body, but now had a little belly fat suggesting she'd had a baby. Pam would have traded her flat tummy for some belly fat and a baby, but the way things were going with Richard, there would be no baby anytime soon. Keisha had a strange face. It was attractive, beautiful even, but her mouth was constantly turned up in a sneer. It was like she had a huge chip on her shoulder and went through life hating everything. Harlan met Pamela's eyes and quickly looked at her bosom. Pam feigned a smile as she stared at him and he smiled back. Keisha followed him. Her eyes fell on the white woman with the big tits and her sneer got bigger.

Gage and another black woman were next. Probably his wife, but it was no one from their school. Unlike Harlan, Gage had let himself go since high school. Gage had an enormous belly, big arms, and several chins. His eyes also fell on her bosom and he licked his lips. Who is the pig now asshole, she thought, looking at his porcine face. Pamela smiled at the thought. Gage grinned back at her, thinking she was flirting and he winked. His wife followed, also overweight and not very pretty.

None of them seemed to recognize her.

The rest of the flight was without incident, but the two black men stared at her when she got up to use the bathroom. When they landed, Pam got off first and made her way to baggage claim. It always took awhile for the luggage to arrive, but Pam waited patiently. When the conveyor belt finally started up, she was surprised to see her large bag was first. She reached out for it, but a large black arm beat her to it. "I got that for you, Miss," said Harlan. He pulled it off the conveyor and handed it to her.

"Why thank you," she said, smiling at him.

"Harlan, get your black ass over here," yelled Keisha.

Harlan winced. "You're welcome, Miss."

"I'll see you in a few hours," said Pamela. She winked at him, enjoying his look of confusion.

"What did that white bitch say to you?" asked Keisha, as Pamela was walking away.

Pamela smiled.

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Pamela stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. Her suitcase was open on the bed. She pulled out her outfit for the evening. First she pulled out the tight green bra. It was sheer, but tight and squeezed her boobs together amplifying her cleavage even more. The matching thong was sheer and tight. It mashed her red pubic hair down and she'd even had to trim some of her hair. The top was a dark green halter top with spaghetti straps holding it over her shoulders. Her large bosom made it hang loose over her belly and it stopped an inch over her navel. She left her belly bare to show off her flat stomach and the large $500 diamond on the pin through her navel. If she reached up, the top would show off her entire belly and maybe even the bottom of her bra. The second half of her outfit was a short green skirt, sort of like a cheerleading skirt that left most of her legs bare.

Pam twirled around in front of the mirror. She looked fantastic, but wasn't sure if it was sexy or borderline slutty. Her outfit was cool and June in Atlanta was hot, so she'd be comfortable in it. Plus, she knew other women who had kept their figures would be showing them off. She put on her green heels last, loving how they showed off her legs.

Pamela sent off a text to Richard stating that she had arrived safely and was going down to the reunion.

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Pam had to pass the front desk on her way to the banquet hall. The creepy looking black guy who had checked her in stared at her as she walked by. He hadn't taken his eyes off her breasts the whole time he'd checked her in. She held her head up as she passed.

Pamela felt all eyes on her when she entered the large banquet hall. She was glad the reunion wasn't at her old school. She wasn't sure she could have handled walking back in there. She pushed her shoulders back and strolled up to the table holding the nametags. The two former cheerleaders sitting at the table just stared at her. "Pamela Porci Barnes," she said.

"Porci Pig!" exclaimed the ex cheerleader, Melissa who had also been homecoming queen. She held her hand over her mouth for a moment before removing it. "Sorry Pamela."

Pamela was shooting death rays out of her eyes, but relaxed. "That's alright, Melissa."

"You've changed." Melissa slid the badge over to her.

"Thank you," said Pam, turning to pin the badge on her chest.

"I'll get that for you, Miss," said a man's voice.

"No thank you," said Pam, looking up. She froze a moment when she saw the speaker was Scott Johnson. "I can handle this, Scott."

Scott had aged well and was quite good looking. He stared at her trying to look suave when she removed her hand from the nametag. "P-p-porci Pi... Pamela. Pamela Porci!"

"Yes, Scott. Nice to see you."

"You look amazing."

"Thanks. You're looking good to."

"Can I get you a drink at the bar?"

"Maybe later." Pamela turned away from the stunned man. She entered the large room. There was a dance floor. A band was tuning up on it. A big hair eighties band no less. The bar area was crowded. Tables surrounded the dance floor and it looked like most of her class was already here.

Pam looked around and spied the two women near the bar. She strolled up to them, grinning. Both women's eyes ran over her body and focused on her breasts. My god, they are lesbians, she thought. "Hello Hazel. Greta," she said, approaching them. Greta was still a little Wicca. She was chubby, wore a black dress and had black nail polish. Her black rimmed glasses were new, she hadn‘t worn any in school. Hazel was no longer Wicca, but had gone butch, Hair cut short and kind of tough looking.

"Pamela!" they said in unison. Both women hugged her to the point Pamela got uncomfortable.

"Nice to see you two," said Pam.

"Hazel here didn't want to come, but I made her," said Greta.

"This fucking state doesn't recognize our marriage," exclaimed Hazel.

"Well I'm happy for you both."

"Join us for dinner?" asked Greta.

"Sure."

"Lets find a table near the food," grunted Hazel. "I'll go get us some beers," she added after the three found a table no one had claimed. She returned ten minutes later with three bottles of beer and three shots. "A toast?"

Pamela held her shot up. "To Macbeth."

"To Macbeth," responded Hazel.

"And the three witches," added Greta.

The three women caught up with the lesbian couple going first. Pamela told them of her life after school, quest for a baby, and how she got so fit. "My husband, the doctor, only had to lift them up a bit. They were tremendously saggy," she finished.

"You're lying. Those things are fake," said Hazel. "Don't fuck with me, Porci."

"She always did have big boobs, honey," said Greta.

"Oh I remember them too, Greta, but I know implants when I see them.

Pamela leaned forwards. "Go ahead and touch them. Both of you."

Greta and Hazel didn't need to be asked twice. Each reached out a hand and grabbed one of Pam's boobs. "Fuck, they are real," said an awed Hazel, who didn't stop squeezing Pam's breast.

"My husband, the doctor, just had to tighten the skin a bit to lift them up some," Pam explained again. "You can stop touching them now." Both women pulled back, but still stared at Pam's chest.

The class president came up on the stage and made some announcements. Then she told what tables could get up for the buffet. As soon as everyone was seated and eating, the band started up. Greta got them another round of beers and three more shots. Pamela bought the third round after they had finished dessert. Her head was spinning a little after the third shot. The beer wasn't helping either. Pam was about to announce that she was going to go mingle when a male voice said, "Would you like to dance, Pam?"

Pamela turned to see Scott Johnson again. "Sure Scott, why not?"

The song was fast and the two danced and talked. Scott was divorced and seemed disappointed to find out that Pam was married. "I'll get us some refills," he said, when Pam drained her beer.

No sooner had he turned away when Pamela was spun around and into the arms of Harlan. She found her boobs smashed against a hard muscular chest. It was the closest contact she'd ever had to a black man. He twirled her around once. "Pamela Porci, I don't believe it," he said.

"You had no idea who I was on the plane," she laughed. He laughter faded when he pulled her tight again and she felt an enormous bulge against her bare belly. He must be stuffing a sock in there, she thought, or maybe two socks, but then the thing moved slightly and she pulled back.

"What do you do for a living, Pam?"

"Northing. My husband, the doctor, doesn't want me working and we're trying to have a baby."

"What do you mean trying? Keisha had to get her tubes tied after the fourth kid practically walked out of her."

Pam didn't want to tell him about their troubles conceiving, so she lied. "We just decided to start trying recently."

"What kind of Doctor?"

"Plastic surgeon."

"Obviously," laughed Harlan. "He does good work."

"Enough. They're real. My husband only had to firm them up some."

"Real my ass... Wait a minute, Pamela Porci Barnes... Is your husband Dr. Richard Barnes?"

"Why yes," she said, surprised.

"You live in Westwood, New Jersey then. I'm in charge of trash collection there."

"Small world."

"Maybe after tonight we should stay in touch." Harlan pulled her back into his body and pressed his crotch against her belly at the word, "touch". If felt even bigger against her belly this time.

Pamela pulled back again. "Sure we could double date or something. I thought you were going be a pro football player. How'd you end up a garbage man?"

Harlan frowned, but his cockiness retuned. He knew the reunion game. Pam hadn't gone to their tenth reunion, but there everyone had been bragging about their jobs, big houses, spouses, etc. "I'm manager of the entire department, thank you. I have a healthy salary, benefits, and a pension."

"I'm back," said Scott, standing behind her. He waited a few moments before adding. "I brought your beer, Pamela.

"I'm not ready to let her go," said the giant black man, looking down into Pamela's green eyes.

"Harlan!" screamed Keisha. "Get you black ass over here and dance with your wife."

"Now I'm ready," said Harlan. "Maybe we can get together later, Pam." He winked at her and turned just as his wife ran up and grabbed his arm.

Pam turned and took the beer from Scott. She took a few gulps and then they started dancing again. Things were going well tonight. Harlan was making innuendos to her and Keisha was jealous. She clearly didn't want her husband anywhere near Pamela. Scott was practically drooling like a little puppy just to keep her near him. She took a swig and wrapped an arm around Scott's neck as they started dancing again. For the next hour, Pamela Porci was very popular. She always had a dance partner and a drink in her hand.

"Wanna get some air?" asked Scott after another dance, when the band took a break.

"Sure," replied Pam. "Some fresh air might clear my head. Scott took her hand and pulled her towards the exit. She let him hold her hand. Maybe she'd tease him some more and then tell him to "Fuck off." As they neared the exit, her heart skipped a beat. Preston was standing there, looking alone and dejected. He was drinking and staring into the crowd. Then his eyes fell on her body and like everyone else stared at her belly and breasts. He was short, thin, ugly, and nearly bald. Other then the initial shock at seeing him, she felt nothing. She was over her first crush. Pamela smiled and he looked surprised as their eyes met.

Pam and Scott left the hotel. "Warm night," said Scott.

"That's Hotlanta for you." Pam followed him to the parking lot. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"My SUV is right here. I'm not staying at the hotel. I only live an hour away."

They arrived at his large SUV still holding hands. Scott quickly tugged her hand and pulled her into his arms. Before Pamela knew what hit her, he was kissing her. She wanted to struggle, but instead found herself kissing him back. She still hated him, but he was younger then her husband, in better shape, and better looking. Her husband rarely, if ever, kissed her this lustfully or passionately. Scott's hands found their way to her breasts and she moaned as their tongues teased each other. "Lets get in," he whispered.

"Ok," said Pam. She was breathing heavily. It was a little embarrassing to be so turned on. She'd found herself wanting sex more often then Richard was capable of giving as she entered her sexual peak. The fertility pills made her even hornier. Plus, the hormones were making her nipples ultra sensitive and just touching them made her pussy wet. Alcohol always loosened her inhibitions too. Pamela realized she was a walking sexual time bomb as she climbed in the car beside Scott. She'd need to control herself, but she wanted to tease this asshole some more.

Scott was kissing her again the moment she sat beside him. Then his hands were on the spaghetti straps holding her top on. "No!" she said, when he tried to pull them down.

"Please," he begged. "I really want to see those big melons."

"Alright. Since you're such a smooth talker, but let me do it." Pam pulled her top down, watching his eyes go big in anticipation. The bra's clasps was in the front. Pam unhooked it and her DD's sprang out, up thrust and firm thanks to her husband. She pulled the bra off.

"Dear god! They're magnificent!" Scott's hands sprang out to squeeze them again.

Pam decided to let him play with her breasts for a minute and then she planned on telling him she was going back inside, but then he started gently teasing her nipples and she thought she'd let him go on a little longer. She was about to make him stop when he bent down and licked one nipple. Dear god, she thought, echoing his words. That feels good. His tongue would flicker over one of her hard pink nipples and then he'd suck the entire tip of her breast into his mouth. Her pussy was gushing. Scott kept sucking, though he was fumbling with something under him. Scott sighed and quit fumbling between his legs. He switched to her other breast, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling it forwards.

Pam was a little drunk and confused as her hand wrapped around a hard shaft. She squeezed it, quickly realizing what it was as Scott leaned back. She was holding Scott Johnson, asshole tormentors' penis and what a penis it was. "Wow!" she said, regretting feeding his ego.

"Impressed. Bigger then hubby's is it?"

"A lot bigger," she replied. Damn him, but it was bigger, by two or three inches she guessed. Richard's penis strained to reach six inches. Nor had Richard's penis been this hard in several years. Her husband's penis seemed to get floppier each year.

"Good. Why don't you climb onboard then?"

Pamela smirked and gently ran her hand up the shaft, caressing it. "I'm a married woman, Scott."

"Just imagine how good that thing would feel in your pussy," said Scott, reaching out to toy with her nipples again.

Pamela couldn't help herself and moaned. "Yes, it probably would feel good," she whispered.

Scott kissed her neck before saying, "My cock can reach places your husband can't. " He kissed her again. "I've never had a complaint." He kissed up under her chin. "Any woman I fuck cums at least once and most multiple times."

"Hmm, I'm tempted," moaned Pamela. He was making a persuasive argument. Richard had never made her cum, but she had given herself orgasms, though she didn't masturbate much anymore. "But no." Pamela felt her hand slide down to the base of his cock, then back up. Lubrication was pouring from his pee slit, coating his cock.

"Why don't you suck it then baby?" Scott kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, their tongues fighting, first in her mouth, then his.

Pamela pushed him back. "No, this has gone far enough," she said, her hand jerking up and down his shaft. "I should go."

"Let me play with your tits some more." Scott pushed her back slightly and took one nipple between his teeth again.

Pamela gasped. She had never been this horny. Richard had given her permission to tease, but this probably wasn't what he had in mind. She looked over at the cock in her hand. It would feel good in her pussy, she knew, but she was married, very fertile, and she hated this asshole. She suddenly knew how to pay him back for tormenting her. She would leave him high and dry.

Scott leaned back in the seat, moaning, but he kept playing with one of her nipples. "God, it's even bigger now," she whispered a little awed by his penis. She slowed her strokes to get a better glimpse of the swollen shaft.

"Last chance," groaned Scott. "I'd sure like to fuck you."

"I'm never going to fuck you, asshole," she replied, sneering. Now Pamela, she thought to herself. He's getting close. Stop and leave him hanging. Her hand kept moving. His cock was hot and it throbbed with life. His balls were splayed out on the car seat. They were impressive. I want to see it squirt. No, leave him with blue balls, Pamela. She couldn't stop jerking his cock. He was close, going to blow at any moment. She had to stop now or it would blow... His cock jerked and an impressive wad of semen struck the back of the front passenger seat. It had shot out at least six inches and several more wads squirted out, but they didn't make it as far and fell on the floor. It was an amazing sight to see and Pamela was glad she hadn't stopped jerking him off, but she was a little pissed at herself for enjoying it so much. "Damn it," she said as she kept stroking it until every drop was drained. She even got some on her hand. Pamela released his cock and opened the car door. She stepped outside topless and began pulling her green top back up.

"What's wrong, baby?" asked Scott. "I was hoping you'd change your mind and come home with me."

"No way."

"Then we could go up to your room."

"You don't get it Scott Johnson. I hate you. You like this body. Well, I'd be fucking you all night if you had just been a little nicer to me back in high school."

"Sorry, I was a jerk. Let me make it up to you."

"You're never touching this body again, Scott" Pamela turned and walked away.

Scott slid up to his driver's seat. He started his SUV and pulled out, rolling down his window as he caught up to her. "Thanks for the hand job, Porci Pig," he yelled. "And for the souvenir." Scott held up her bra and sped off.

"Fuck." Pamela stamped her foot down. If she had been holding anything, she would have thrown it at him. She did hold up her hand and give him the finger. Pamela looked at her hand. The flap of skin between her thumb and forefinger was covered in sperm. She had nothing to wipe it off. Pamela put her hand in her mouth and sucked it off. She tasted the cold fluid on her tongue before spitting it out. She hadn't hurt him at all. She'd even gotten him off and now she had tasted his sperm. She stamped her heeled foot down again. That hadn't gone as planned.

As Pamela neared the hotel. She saw some dark figures smoking behind a dumpster. One whistled at her. "Hey, Pamela come join us."

Pam turned and headed in that direction. It had sounded like Harlan. "Harlan?"

"Yeah. Come have a smoke with us." Harlan waited until she was close. "Take a hit."

Pamela's hand automatically came up and accepted the cigarette, correction joint. She had smoked pot with Hazel and Greta a few times back in school, but hadn't touched the stuff in twenty years. They were staring at her expectantly. She didn't want to suck something that had been in a black man's mouth, but she took a hit hoping it would calm her down and make her forget about Scott. She exhaled and passed it over to Gage. There were four black men in the alley, one she didn't recognize, but the other was dressed in a hotel uniform and had been the pervert who checked her into her room. They passed the joint around a bit, the four black men staring at her tits the whole time. She was used to it, but glanced down to see what they were looking at. Without her bra, the entire outline of her areola were visible under her top and her nipples were rock hard, pushing the material outwards. "I should get inside," she said, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright," said Harlan. "Hey, the reunion's starting to wind down in there. We're having an after party. Interested?"

"Maybe. Let me know what's going on. Thanks for the smoke." Pamela turned, heading for the hotel lobby. The weed hit her before she reached the door. "Damn!" she said, shaking her head to try and clear it. Everything suddenly seemed amplified. She felt drunker and she could feel the material of her top rubbing her nipples. Cool night air was blowing up under her top, caressing her bare breasts. The pot amplified her horniness too. Damn you Scott, she thought. If she'd had his number she would have been tempted to call him back. His seven or eight inch penis could take care of her problem and he probably didn't have a low sperm count either. Evil thoughts, Pamela, she thought. Evil thoughts. She was thankful she didn't have his number.

"Pamela," said a voice as she stepped into the lobby.

Pam stopped and looked at the skinny bald man. "Preston. How are you?"

"Good. You look amazing."

"Thanks."

"Lets go back to the reunion and I'll buy you a drink," said Preston.

Not that she needed another drink, but Pamela accepted the beer from Preston after he got two from the bartender. "So how's life?" she asked. "Married? Kids?"

"Never married. No kids. You?"

"Married. He's a good guy, a doctor. As for kids, we're trying."

"Oh." Preston looked sad and dejected suddenly. "Why'd you come back, Pamela? You were as miserable in high school as I was."

"Same reason everyone does, see old friends, brag, show off how much you've changed. What about you?"

"I came here hoping to see you."

"Oh?"

"Lets go up to my room. I've got something to show you."

"Alright, but only for a few minutes."

Pamela followed Preston to the elevator and the two rode up a few floors silently until Preston said, "I can't believe how hot looking you are."

"Thanks. My husband is a plastic surgeon. I got some liposuction to start me off, but most of my body is thanks to a personal trainer at my gym. My husband had to lift my boobs up a little. You remember how big my boobs were. They were pretty saggy." Pamela watched Preston turn bright red. Of course, he remembered how big they were, he'd played with them.

Preston fumbled with his key card as she followed him to the door. She entered a room identical to her own. "So Preston, what did you want to show me? I'm eager to get back down to the party."

"It's on the table there. Let me get it." Preston picked up a piece of paper in a plastic sleeve. And handed it to Pam.

Pam looked at it and smiled. It was a Shakespearean sonnet she had written for Preston the night she had given him the blow job. She had presented it to him the next day in school. "It's not that good really," she said. "Why'd you save it?"

"It reminded me of you. Blowing it with you was the biggest mistake of my life. The only reason I came here was to see you."

"Fuck you Preston Hunt." Pam was suddenly very angry. "I tried to kill myself because of you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just had this fantasy of coming here and apologizing to you and we'd pick up where we left off. I know it was stupid, but I had to try. Now I see you're married."

"And out of your league, geek. I bet you wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with me now?" She walked right up to him with the intention of slapping him. Instead, she grabbed his crotch. "Did you come here hoping I'd suck your dick again?"

"No... Yes. I haven't had one since. "

Pamela felt him hardening under her grasp. She was shocked to realize she was dealing with what was probably a 38 year old virgin. Her desire for revenge trumped the sorrow she felt for him. She quickly had an idea on how to get him back. Pamela fell to her knees and fumbled with the buttons on Preston's trousers. "I bet you'd love to have a woman as hot as I am sucking your dick." Pam reached in his underwear and pulled Preston's penis out. It was the first she'd ever seen and the only one she'd ever put in her mouth. Funny, but she hadn't remembered it being this large. It was an inch or so bigger than Richard's, not quite as big as Scott's nice cock and it was skinnier, matching Preston's body. Pam leaned forward and licked the head.

"Oh god!"

"You want a blow job or maybe you'd like to titty fuck me?" Pamela pulled her green top off over her head and revealed her breasts to her old classmate.

"Oh god," he said again when she squeezed his dick between her big white breasts. The head of his penis was sticking out of her breasts. She flickered her tongue over the head again.

Pam hadn't intended on actually tasting him, but she knew that teasing him with her tongue would drive him nuts and she could feel him trembling as she kneeled in front of him. Pamela had decided to get his hopes up and then tell him to fuck off. The only way a geek loser like Preston could have a woman like Pamela suck his dick was to pay her and Pam didn't need the money. Pam pulled back until his cock fell out of her breasts and hovered right in front of her mouth. "Well Preston, this hot redhead is about to give you the best blow job of your life... Not," and as the last word came out of her open mouth, Preston grabbed her head and pushed his dick in her mouth. "Hmmmph," choked Pamela in surprise.

Pam tried to push back against his hips, but he pushed it back in her mouth. She pushed back again, hesitated and then pulled him forwards, letting his penis slide down her throat. The moan in Pam's throat matched the one coming from Preston. Old feelings started to resurface. At one time she had loved this man. She attacked his cock with gusto, staring cross-eyed at the shaft disappearing in and out of her mouth. Pam pulled back and ran her tongue all over the sleek helmeted head of his shaft. She pushed down and took him all the way in her mouth, her lips burying in his pubic hair.

Pamela's pussy was dripping and she made up her mind to fuck him. She couldn't ever remember being this horny. She would stay with him this one night and do anything he asked. Afterwards they would always have the memory of this magical night together to trump how much he had hurt her 20 years ago. Pamela pulled back to lick the head of his dick again, but this time she looked lovingly up at Preston. She still loved him even after all these years. His mouth was open and he was drooling a little. His eyes were rolled up in the back of his head. He was clearly enjoying it. Strangely, she felt nothing. She didn't love him.

Pam felt nothing. She had no feelings for this loser whatsoever. He had lost his chance 20 years ago. She wasn't going to spend the night with Preston Hunt and fuck him. She was really horny and wished Richard had come with her to take care of her needs, but she wasn't horny enough to cheat on him especially with Preston. Must be the booze and pot making me horny, she thought.

There was something else that was strange. She hadn't stopped worshipping his cock. She was still attacking his shaft with gusto. Moans of satisfaction were still coming from her throat. Being drunk and stoned may have loosened her inhibitions, but there was something else. She liked sucking dick. Why hadn't she done this again since 20 years ago? Her poor husband would have loved having his dick sucked once in awhile. Having a hard shaft sliding in and out of her throat made her feel powerful and she liked it. Richard was going to get a nice surprise when he got home.

Preston's dick hardened and jerked a few seconds later. The head was in her mouth when he blew. She felt the spray of cum strike the roof of her mouth and then it rolled off her tongue. It was so hot and the taste was hard to describe, but she liked it. Preston's balls weren't that impressive and he blew little more then a table spoon's worth, but Pamela just clamped her lips around his shaft and sucked every bit out of him that she could. Pamela felt his dick's pulse between her lips and with each pulse, his penis seemed to shrink a little. I should have taken Scott up on his offer, she thought, remembering the large load of sperm that had struck the car seat. That would have been tasty. No, she hated Scott and despised Preston, she remembered, letting Preston's dick plop out of her mouth. "I gotta go," she said, standing.

Preston stared at her boobs. "I can go again. Just give me two hours to recharge."

"No. I'm going back to my room. Alone."

"Please Alahandra, spend the night with me," he practically begged.

Pamela rolled her eyes. Alahandra the Elven mage was her old D&D character. "Preston, I'm a married woman. I love my husband and we're trying to have a child together. It's not going to happen." She adjusted her top once again over her braless chest.

Preston looked crestfallen. "How about another blow job then. Maybe in the morning?"

"Maybe at our fiftieth reunion," said Pam, letting herself out of his room. "Good night."

Pamela was horny as hell. She was drunk and stoned and overcome with strange feelings. She'd just realized she liked sucking men off even someone as unattractive as Preston. Her nipples were hard and sensitive rubbing against the material of her top. Her revenge wasn't going as planned. She'd actually performed sexual favors for two men she hated and she'd enjoyed it. Clearly I must have a slutty side I didn't know about, she thought.

Pam got back to her room, letting herself in. After going to the bathroom she stripped off her clothes and laid on top of the bed. She touched her nipples and moaned as she pinched them. They were extremely sensitive and so erect, they hurt a little. Pamela's hand left one breast and slid down her already undulating belly. She hadn't done this much, but it was the only way she'd ever cum and she wanted to cum now more then anything else. Her fingers slipped through her the red wisps of her pubic hair. Her index finger found her clit and gently circled it a little. Pamela moaned and slipped the finger inside her.

The phone rang.

Pamela's removed her finger as she jumped in fear. Her arm flew across her breasts and her hand came down to cover her crotch reacting as if someone were in the room. She'd only calmed down a little when the phone rang again. Pamela reached over and picked it up off the receiver. "Hello?" she asked, tentatively.

"Pamela?"

"Yes."

"It's Harlan."

"Oh hi."

"I've been looking everywhere for you. Still want to go to the after party?"

"I don't know, Harlan. I‘m in my room all relaxed now."

"Aw come on. It's not even midnight yet."

"Alright, I guess so." Pamela had never been invited to a party back in high school and being invited now, gave her a little thrill.

"We were hoping we could use your room seeing as how you're alone and all."

Pamela paused. "I don't think that would be appropriate. Why can't we just hit the hotel bar?"

"They're closing soon," said Harlan's voice in the phone. "Hey! I got an idea. Did you pack a bikini?"

"Actually I did," she replied, knowing the hotel had an indoor pool and swimming was big on her workout agenda.

"The pool here has a large Jacuzzi. I'll tell everyone to meet there. Give me twenty minutes."

Pamela paused as she thought this through. Her bikini was scandalously small. The top didn't cover even half of her large breasts area and the bottom was a skimpy thong. The thought of her classmates seeing her in that outfit sent a shiver down her spine. The men would stare at her and their wives would stare jealously at their men. "I'll see you then."

Pamela quickly dressed in her bikini. It was her favorite color, green. She looked super hot in it and Richard kept a photo of her wearing it on the beach in the Bahamas on his desk at work. Her nipples appeared uninterested in going down and she didn't like the way they poked out through the top. The material hugged each nipple and her areola were visible underneath the top. She kept her feet bare and wrapped her body up in a hotel robe.

Pamela exited her room and walked barefoot to the elevator. She got off in the lobby and had a pretty good view of the hotel bar. It was crowded and looked like her entire graduating class was in there. She even saw Keisha, Gage's chubby wife, and some other black women talking. She didn't think there'd be anyone left in her class to hang out with in the Jacuzzi and she nearly turned around. The black desk clerk nodded at her when she passed. When she entered the pool area it was largely dark, but the lights in the Jacuzzi section were on. A sign read that the pool had closed two hours ago at ten o'clock. Two men were in the Jacuzzi, Harlan and Gage.

"Where's the rest of the class?" she asked, stepping up to the hot tub.

"They didn't seem interested," said Harlan. "Get in."

Pamela stared at the two black men. Her daddy would have shit a brick if he ever knew she was even considering sitting in a hot tub with two black men. Richard was a little racist too. She'd didn't like the idea of sitting in the same water as two black men, but she'd swam in the gym's pool with blacks before, but they hadn't been this close to her. She hated these two and figured that teasing them a bit wouldn't be as risky as teasing Scott or Preston. Maybe Keisha and Gage's wife would come to retrieve their husband's and see them flirting with Pam. That would sure piss Keisha off.

Pamela dropped the robe.

Harlan smirked and let his eyes run up and down her body. Gage was staring pretty hard too, right at her erect nipples. Pam slowly stepped into the Jacuzzi as far from the black men as she could get. Luckily, it was designed for a lot of people. Pamela sighed as she sank into the hot water and powerful jets of water began spraying her body. The waterline cut her breasts in half right at the nipple area. She sighed again and sat back which had her nipples sticking out of the water.

"Here, have a beer," said Gage. He had a couple six packs beside him. He and Harlan already had two in their hands. She took the can Gage offered her and took a deep drink. The heat in the tub was making her thirsty.

She watched Harlan reach over to his shirt which was laying nearby and retrieve something. It was another joint. He picked up a lighter and lit the end of the joint, taking several puffs. Harlan stood enough that she could see his hard muscular chest and he held out the joint to her. She took it and inhaled a few puffs before reaching out to pass it to Gage.

Pam stared at the two men. Gage and Harlan were both very black, not brown like lots of African Americans. Harlan was the darker of the two, almost Pam's opposite in that she was a pale white as he was dark black. Gage only looked lighter next to Harlan. Gage was big, really big. She put him at about three hundred pounds. Harlan was so fit and muscular, he probably worked out as much as she did.

Gage passed her the joint instead of giving it to Harlan. She took a puff and handed it to Harlan. He gave it back to her. Pam felt her head spinning as she took a long drag. She held it out to Gage, but he shook his head declining it. She took another drag and shared the rest of it with Harlan. Pam relaxed again and found herself just staring off into space. She shook her head to clear it. "I'm no expert, but that appears to be good stuff. Where'd you get it?""

Harlan chuckled. "The guy at the front desk, names Bodie. He's an old bro of mine. He's also letting us use the hot tub past hours." Harlan laughed again and glanced at the security camera pointed at the Jacuzzi. "I still can't get over how great you look, Porci."

"Why thank you, Harlan."

"Gage, you know Doctor Barnes?" asked Harlan.

"Nope," said Gage, a man of few words.

"Plastic surgeon, office on Fennimore Street. That's Pam here's husband."

"You don't say."

"He's the one that made her boobs look so good."

"Lifted them only," injected Pam.

"Pam here swears they're real," laughed Harlan.

"They look fake to me," said Gage nodding, sagely.

"They are all mine," said Pam, getting frustrated.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Pam," said Harlan. "I love fake breasts."

"Ugghnnh!" she growled in frustration. Pam slid forwards toward Harlan. "Give me your hand," she ordered. When the large black man presented his hand, she placed his palm over the right breast of her bikini top. "Squeeze them."

"Gladly." Harlan squeezed her breast.

"Satisfied? You can stop now." Pam looked down at the muscular black arm and the hand gently squeezing her breast.

"No, I'm not satisfied," replied Harlan, still squeezing. "Gage, grab the other one and tell me what you think."

Pamela watched the fat black man move closer towards her in the Jacuzzi. His flabby black arm came up and squeezed her other breast. "Well?" asked Pam.

"Feels real to me," replied Gage.

"Bull shit," said Harlan. "I can't be sure with the top on. Take your top off and let me try again."

"That's enough," said Pam, finally pushing both men's hands of her tits. "I'm not taking my top off in front of you two."

"I don't need to see them, just touch them. Turn around and I will squeeze them from behind."

Pam stood in the center of the hot tub and turned around. Harlan and Gage stared hungrily at her bare ass before Harlan stood up behind her. Pam reached behind her and lifted up her long red hair, the lower half was wet and darker. She moved it away from the nape of her neck.

"I got that," said Harlan. He reached out to the knot just under her nape, tied around her neck and pulled the string loose.

"Just a quick squeeze," said Pamela. "Nothing more."

"Sure thing, babe," said Harlan.

Pamela looked down as two beefy black hands came up to cover her breasts. The contrast between his dark black hands and her pale breasts was amazing. He squeezed them tightly, then kneaded her fleshy globes. She watched as her hard nipples appeared between his fingers before he started pinching them. The contact with her pink nipples sent more spasms of arousal down to her pussy. "E-enough p-playing with the nipples, Harlan. What's the verdict?"

"Real," he sighed, still squeezing them.

"You can quit touching them now, please," said Pam.

Harlan released her breasts, but placed his hands on her hips. "How about this tight ass, is it real?" He pulled her back.

"That's from yoga and some time at the gym... whoa!" Pamela quickly jumped forward as her ass came in contact with his crotch. She felt two little tugs on her hips as she pulled away. She turned in time to watch Harlan toss her bikini bottom well out of the Jacuzzi. Pamela quickly covered her red bush with her hand and sank down into the tub. Her bikini top was nowhere to be seen and her robe had somehow walked away. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes focusing on the enormous bulge right in front of them.

Harlan laughed. "Just messing with you. I'll get your clothes when you're ready to go."

"I'm ready now," said Pam.

"Nonsense. We still got beer left," injected Gage.

"Well I'm not sitting in here nude, while you have your clothes on," said Pam.

"Fair enough," said Harlan, sliding his bathing suit down.

"That's not what I meant." Pam stared in awe as the giant black shaft revealed itself. "That's impossible," she muttered as Harlan's dark black cock sprang free. It was plump, nearly ten inches long and it wasn't completely hard.

"What's impossible?" asked Harlan, grinning broadly. His white teeth shined brightly against his black skin.

"Your... I mean... Just finding myself in this situation," she replied, confusedly.

"Come on and join the party, Gage," said Harlan.

Gage stood up. He was wearing white underwear and it appeared to contain a huge coiled black snake, partially visible through the wet fabric. He pulled it down and another giant black penis appeared to roll out of it. The tip looked funny. There was no helmeted head, just a bulging piece of skin. He wasn't as large as Harlan, but he wasn't as erect as Harlan either.

"So big," muttered a disbelieving Pam, eyes flickering between the two black cocks.

"What's that?" asked Harlan. "I couldn't hear you." Harlan's cock suddenly extended another inch and rose a little until it was almost sticking straight out.

"It gets bigger!" said Pam.

"Gage, it looks like Pamela Porci's a little fascinated with our cocks," said Harlan. He took a step closer to Pam.

"I think you're right, Harl," grunted Gage.

"What's so fascinating about them, Pam?" asked Harlan, grinning. "They is just a pair of normal cocks."

"They're monsters!" said Pamela, loudly this time. She brought her voice back to normal. "Nothing normal about them. I've never seen a penis as big as yours, Harlan."

"Oh," said Harlan wisely. "You've never seen a big black cock before. I meant they was normal for black men."

"No wonder she thinks they is big, Harl," said Gage. "She's only seen little white pricks."

"I don't believe it," said Pam, shaking her head. She half believed it was the marijuana making her hallucinate. She shook her head harder, but there was still a huge black cock pointed at her face when she stopped. She sank a little in the water and found herself staring at the underside which was crisscrossed by large blue-black veins. Her eyes focused, then widened on his testicles. They were as big as coconuts! Each black testicle was bigger then her husband's, Preston's, and even Scott's entire scrotum.

"Touch it. It gets bigger," said Harlan.

"Can I?" Pam lifted one arm out of the water. She hesitated, holding it back. "I just want to see it at full size. I'm not gonna do anything but touch it. Understand?"

"Sure girl," said Harlan. "I didn't say you could do anything, but touch it. We're both married after all."

Pam reached out and gently touched the underside with just her fingertips. She yanked her hand back when the shaft swelled some more and then surged forward. It now stuck straight out and close to a foot long. "Jesus," she whispered.

"It's not gonna bite you, girl."

Pam nodded and put her hand back on it. This time she gripped the shaft. It was thicker then Scott's. Scott's filled her hand when she gripped it, but Harlan's left more then an inch gap between her thumb and fingers. She slid her hand up and down a little, gently stroking it. She kept her composure not wanting this to turn into another hand job. She did have a growing desire to see it shoot. One of Harlan's balls must produce more semen then Scott's entire load had. The big black cock had quit growing at around a foot and it now curved slightly upwards. The head was a big black plum and with each stroke of her hand, the urethra would open like it was breathing, but instead it was spitting out little spurts of fluid. She slowed her stroking aware that she had subconsciously picked up speed. Her wedding ring glistened on her finger as it moved up and down the shaft.

"You know Gage," said Harlan. "Maybe Pam here can help us out with our little problem."

"What problem's that?" asked Gage.

"Which one of us has the bigger cock, of course."

"I'm pretty sure it's me," said Gage, coming closer.

"Bull shit. It's always been me," said Harlan. "Pam, I'm making you the judge. Who's bigger me or fat boy?"

Pam's free hand came up and grasped Gage's shaft while she continued stroking Harlan. Gage's cock was a fat, wrinkly black salami. It was still hanging down, but quickly stiffened at her touch. Soon it stuck straight out. It was hard to judge the length with his belly draped over the root and hiding his pubic hair. His balls were the same size as Harlan's. His urethra peeked out of the flab of skin. It too was spurting little drops of fluid. Pam moved her hand closer to the head and was surprised to see that she was now pulling the foreskin down each time her hand slid to the base revealing his huge cock head. "I think Harlan's bigger," she said.

"Fuck yes," said Harlan.

"But Gage's thicker and I think the head is bigger, though it could be his foreskin."

"Naw," said Gage. "Mine gets bigger. Try licking the head. You don't have to give me a blow job or nothing."

Pam wasn't thinking straight as she moved her head towards Gage's cock head. She stuck her tongue out, pulled the foreskin back, and licked her tongue over the head. She immediately felt her pussy spasm and squirt. She started pushing her crotch down against the underwater seat in the tub.

"There it's bigger," said Gage.

Pamela slid her tongue right over the urethra, to lap up the leaking fluid. She paused and said, "Looks the same to me."

"No fair," said Harlan. "Lick mine too and see if it gets any bigger.

Pamela moved her head to Harlan's cock and ran her tongue all over the bulbous head. His cock head actually did seem to swell up a little. "No noticeable difference," she said. "I think they're maxed out."

"I know I've seen mine bigger," said Harlan. "Try taking the head in your mouth and bob it a little like you is gonna give me a blow job."

Pamela felt a shiver go down her spine. This was only pretend. Make him think he was about to get a blow job just to trick his cock into growing some more. Pam opened her mouth wide and let the head enter her mouth. The huge size of his cock head gave her some problems, but she tried her best, bobbing her head and running her tongue all over it. She found herself bobbing her head deeper as his cock reached her throat and she began to swallow it. Preston's prick had reached her uvula when she had sucked him, but Harlan's cock was crushing her uvula to the roof of her mouth as she sucked him deeper. Pam wanted to choke as his cock slid deeper and deeper. She was rushing this, afraid he would stop her. Harlan hadn't given her permission to suck more then the head, but now Pamela wanted to take it all or at least try. Luckily, he didn't seem in a hurry to stop her.

Pamela found herself sucking more then half his cock. It was well past her tonsils now. The head slid up and down her esophagus. Her eyes were squeezed shut and were tearing up as she fought not to choke. Slowly she got used to the large invader in her throat and mouth. She relaxed some and kept swallowing. Soon her nose pressed into his pubic hair and Pamela was filled with pride as having swallowed it all.

Pamela began bobbing her head as rapidly as she could. She was filled with a sense of euphoria as she sucked the giant cock. Her throat drummed with each rhythmic beat of his pulse. She loved this man so much, she'd loved him for twenty years. I'm so happy sucking your cock for you, lover, she thought. Pamela opened her eyes and looked lovingly up at Harlan. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was she was sucking. She didn't love this man, she hated him. He was looking down at her a little contemptuously with a smirk on his face. Yech, she thought. I'm sucking off a black man and one of my tormentors at that. He does have a nice body though. She looked up his flat stomach and abdominals to his ripped chest. Her hand came up to knead his balls while she continued sucking and staring up his chest. Why are you doing this, Pam? Just the sight of his huge cock had you practically drooling to get it in your mouth. You should stop right now, return to your room, and call your husband. Pam shook her head with his cock down her throat. I'm not stopping. I love sucking cock. I want to taste him. I bet he has lots of hot cum for me. You slut, she thought to herself. First Preston and now Harlan. Why'd she like sucking cock so much?

Pam had just noticed that Harlan's cock was getting bigger when he suddenly grabbed her head and buried her nose in his pubic hair. "Oh god," he grunted as his cock jerked in her throat. Pam's belly felt full after the first spasm. She didn't like this. She couldn't taste him. She pulled back when he relaxed, letting his cock slide up her esophagus. When his cock spasmed a second time, hot cum was striking her throat and flowing down into her belly. When it spasmed a third time, the head was in her mouth and his cum filled her up until her cheeks bulged out and she worried she might spit it out of her mouth. Pam swallowed his sperm while skillfully stroking his shaft, milking it for every drop. It was as good as she imagined, his sperm was hot and rich as it filled her mouth a second time. She swallowed in time for the next load, but it wasn't enough to fill her mouth. It kept squirting, five more times and even then it kept leaking after that. She held her tongue out under it to catch the dribbling sperm. The bastard dribbles as much as Richard's entire orgasm.

"That was great," said Harlan, pulling back. "You know your way around a cock."

"Thanks, I guess," replied Pamela, wiping the back of her hand across her face.

"Now go take care of fatboy over there."

Pamela glanced over at Gage. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub slowly stroking his enormous dick. She'd forgotten about him. Pamela stood up and let the men openly stare at her nude body before taking a few steps to kneel before Gage. Pam grabbed the base of his cock and took him in her mouth. Yeah, he was thicker then Harlan, but she noticed no difference as she took his cock deep down her throat. Pam was soon filled with the same sense of pleasure and love she felt with Harlan and Preston. She looked up at Gage hoping his obesity and unattractive visage would make the feeling go away, but they didn't. She loved sucking his cock as much as Harlan's or Preston's. This was the man that had come up with the Porci Pig nickname that had dogged her throughout high school and all she could think about was getting him to cum in her mouth.

Pam found that she had to stand to suck him off while he sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi. She was bent over at the waist, her legs spread, and ass above the water. She felt hands on her hips just as she managed to deep throat Gage. She rapidly pulled back as a large round knob pushed against her wet labia. Gage's cock cleared her mouth just as the big knob pushed harder. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, a little pissed she'd been interrupting.

Harlan started running his cock head up and down her wet slit. His cock was fully rejuvenated. "Just thought I might put it in and fuck you a little."

Pam felt a tremendous shudder run through her body. That sounded like a great idea, just what her pussy needed. Her mind beat out her body's lust. "Harlan, you know we can't do that. We're both married and you know I'm trying to have a baby."

"I gotta fuck that tight white pussy of yours, Pamela. Just let me put a little bit in? Just imagine how good this thing will feel inside you."

Pamela shuddered again. She knew full well that it would feel good, but she couldn't risk fucking Harlan of all people. Unless, maybe, just maybe, he had a condom. No! Pam what are you thinking. You can't fuck Harlan. He's black! What if he impregnates you? Stop it girl, you're not that big of a slut. Now's your chance to tease him. Tell the jerk off. Pamela was in the same position, but her thighs were clenched as Harlan tried to work his cock around her slit. She was slowly stroking Gage‘s cock, wanting desperately to get back to sucking it. Tell him off Pam, she thought. Responses came to mind quickly. Never. In your dreams, asshole. When hell freezes over. When pigs fly. She liked the last one as it would remind them of the nickname they had bestowed upon her. "Alright Harlan," she said, trying to look over her shoulder. "You can fuck me, when pigs... Aaarh! What are you doing?" His cock head had thrust forwards inside her.

"You just told me to fuck you," growled Harlan.

"No! I was... Oh my god! It's so big. Never felt like this. It's making me... CUM!" Pam found herself pushing back into his thrusting cock as she had her first orgasm from vaginal intercourse and it felt really good. She didn't even think a third of his big cock was inside her when she came. She'd taken about half his shaft when she quit cumming, but a second orgasm came quickly on the heels of the first. A third orgasm followed that one as the head forced it‘s way even deeper. The last orgasm was so big, Pamela nearly passed out. When she recovered, her pussy felt completely stuffed with cock. Harlan was slowly withdrawing his shaft and pushing it back in. His balls were slapping her thighs and she knew she had taken the entire thing. Her torso was laying on Gage. At some point she had released his cock and it was now trapped between her large breasts. She dazedly looked down at his cock head sliding in and out of her breasts like a black moray eel emerging from a hole in coral. She looked up at Gage. "He's fucking me, Gage. He's fucking me with that big cock of his."

Gage stared back at her. "No, he's fucking you with that big BLACK cock of his."

It is black, thought Pam just as another orgasm had her pussy squeezing down around his cock. "He's fucking me with his big black cock," she said.

Gage nodded, sagely. "Now there's another black cock that needs to get sucked."

Pamela nodded. She pushed back off Gage and bent her head down to take his cock in her mouth. The next moment a powerful thrust from Harlan pushed her forward so fast, half of Gage's cock went down her throat. Her lips quickly touched Gage's pubes as Harlan kept his powerful thrusts coming. Pamela had another orgasm that nearly made her choke on Gage's cock. The next chance she got, Pam pulled back far enough for Gage's cock to spring free just so she could catch her breath.

"Slow down and let her suck me off, Harl," said Gage.

"Go ahead and finish my boy off, slut," ordered Harlan.

Pamela's pussy clamped down over Harlan's shaft and she came again when he called her slut, though she didn't like being called that. Harlan kept his cock buried in her pussy and Pam swore the head must have passed through her cervix and right into her womb. He held it still, but every now and then he'd flex it, the movement sending a tremor through her body. Pam turned her attention to Gage and began sucking his cock. He was thicker then Harlan, but she found it was getting easier. Soon she was rapidly deep throating him. She found she loved sucking Gage off as much as she had Harlan, but she was hurrying to get back to fucking Harlan. No wonder Harlan thought she was a slut.

Soon Gage's cock swelled and Pam pulled back just in time to get a mouthful of hot semen on his first ejaculate. She kept her mouth clamped over the head and stroked his shaft with her hand as wad after wad filled her mouth. He was as tasty as Harlan. She pulled back the foreskin and licked the head clean before entirely releasing his cock. "Alright Harlan, it's time to fuck me hard with that big black cock," she said, bracing herself against Gage. Instead, Harlan withdrew his entire cock. "Oh no, what's wrong?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Come mount me." Harlan sat down on the submerged bench, but a good five inches of his cock stuck upwards out of the water.

Pamela walked over to him, straddled his lap, and guided his cock back inside her pussy. Pam slowly lowered herself. There was a moments pain past a certain point and Pam realized, it really was past her cervix and in her womb. That jolted her back to reality. "Remember, you can't cum in me," she said. The black man had four kids and certainly didn't have a low sperm count.

"I remember," said Harlan. "Now let me suck on these big white titties." Pamela arched her back so that her breasts thrust upwards. "Dayumn," said the black man, squeezing and feeling them. "These are perfect, milky white, pink swollen nipples, fucking lovely." He pinched her nipples and was rewarded by a moan from Pamela. "Time to ride me, bitch."

Pamela began bouncing in his lap while Harlan played with her tits. He'd suck her entire nipple into her mouth or flick his tongue rapidly over her erect nipple. In the meantime, his hand was always working on her other nipple, pinching it, gently tugging on it, or twirling it. The contact was driving her wild. Pamela would pick up speed as she approached orgasm, then she'd push up until just the head was in her and cum as she slowly sank down his shaft. Once, the orgasm was so big, her legs gave out and she slammed down on his cock.

"I love these tits," growled Harlan, still playing with them. "Fuck! I love your hot body, Porci, tight white pussy, and that fine ass." He softly spanked one cheek.

"I love fucking your big black cock, Harlan," moaned Pam.

"Better then Dr. Barnes?"

"I shouldn't say it, but yes, I love your cock more then my husband's. It's so big and hard."

"This white pussy belongs to me from now on." Harlan spanked her ass again.

Pamela wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him, but he pulled back with a look of distaste on his face. "I love fucking your big black cock," she said in his ear. "I love sucking you, swallowing your cum."

"Getting close," grunted Harlan.

"I love your black cock," yelled a gasping Pamela. "Gonna cum again," she said softer this time. "I love your black cock, fucking me so good.

"Better slow down or you're gonna get a womb full of sperm."

"I'm really close," she squealed. "Hold on lover, let me cum again."

"Can't hold back," grunted Harlan. "Here it cums."

"Not yet, lover. "I love your black cock. I love your cock."

"Get off!" Harlan tried to lift her off his cock, but Pamela slammed down and screamed. "Shit! I'm cumming!" Biology took over and Harlan grabbed her hips and thrust up as he came.

"I love your co... cumming!" Pamela started thrashing. "I love it. I love you. I love you," she cried, as jet after jet of hot seed shot into her contracting womb. She'd never felt anything remotely like this and her orgasm was huge.

Harlan moved his hands from her hips and up to her back. He buried his face in her breasts and held her tightly as they both came down from their simultaneous orgasms. Pam sat frozen, still loving the twitching cock that was buried in her, but she was filled with self doubt. She'd just told this asshole, she loved him. Why was she having feelings for any guy she was with sexually in some way? Feelings of love had filled her sucking Preston's little cock. Maybe she really was a slut? Maybe she was just reacting to the best sex of her life? Her last orgasm sure had been gigantic when he came in... "You jerk!," she screamed jumping off him. "You came in me!" His cock plopped out and sperm began leaking out of her.

"You wouldn't get off me," said Harlan, holding up his hands in surrender.

"I told you not to cum in me." Pamela stood in the center of the tub and tried to force more of his sperm out of her pussy by squeezing her vaginal muscles and pushing outwards like a woman giving birth. She was rewarded as large white globs of the stuff fell into the water, but most of it was trapped behind her now closed cervix. "You might have impregnated me, you asshole!"

"I tried to get you off, but you fought me. Do you think I want another brat, you crazy bitch."

"He's right," said Gage, grabbing her shoulder and turning her around. "He tried to stop you, but you were goin all crazy gettin off on his cock."

Pamela looked down at Gage's reinvigorated cock. He sat down on the bench as she followed straddling his legs. She stood there dazed, so Gage took over and pulled her down over his shaft. "Yes," she moaned as she sank down into his lap. "You're so big and thick, Gage."

"True," he said, "but what about my cock?" Gage chuckled.

"I love it," she purred beginning to ride his shaft. Gage bent down and took one nipple in his mouth. "Ohmygod, I'm gonna cum again."

"Work that pussy slut," said Gage while Pam thrashed around on his cock while she came. "Squeeze that big black cock with yo pussy. Now ride me fast, no faster."

"Damn!" said Harlan watching the action. His cock was growing again. He watched as Gage grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he lifted her up and down his cock. Harlan spit in his hand and worked it around his fully hard cock, lubricating it. He walked over behind Pamela. He looked at her tight sphincter.

Pam felt something long and hard smack her back and then slide down her ass. When the end reached her anus, it started pressing hard against it. She reflexively pulled away from it, sliding up Gage's cock. "Hey!" she said. "What are you doing?" Pam looked over her shoulders.

"I gotta fuck me that white ass," said Harlan, pushing harder.

"Ow!," grunted Pam. "That thing will rip me in two. I've never been fucked back there before."

"I can tell," he said, watching as her sphincter opened and stretched wide around his cock head.

"Ow! Oh god! I don't think that's a good idea," said Pamela, scrunching her face to fight the pain.

"Agh, there it is," said Harlan as the head of his cock slipped inside her ass. "You're right, Porci. It's not a good idea. Keisha's gonna be expecting a good fucking when she gets back to our room and this is about gonna tap me out. Your tight white ass just looked too inviting to pass up."

"He's fucking my ass, Gage," whispered Pamela, as Harlan's soft thrusts pushed her into the fat black man.

Gage looked a little disgusted. "Gawd dammit, Harlan, can't I have some fun with her just once without you joining in?"

"Fuck you, Gage. You didn't even want to do this sexy slut, Mr. Faithful-to-my-wife. This slut belongs to me now." Harlan was working about half his cock in and out of her ass now.

"Too much," cried Pam. Both their big cocks were fighting for space inside her crotch. "I'm so stuffed." Pamela was ready to order Harlan to pull out when his cock slipped even deeper up her ass and the thrust pushed her pussy down hard on Gage's cock. Her orgasm caught her off guard and she nearly passed out. When she came to her senses, both men had developed a rhythm to fucking her, alternating thrusts and occasionally shoving them both in her together. "Oh god, fuck my ass. Fuck my pussy. I love your big black cocks. I love you both so much. Cumming again!"

"Getting close too," growled Gage.

Pamela was groggy, but new she shouldn't risk another load of black sperm in her pussy. "You gotta pull out," she grunted. Harlan had grabbed her hips and was fucking her ass for all he was worth.

"Shit! Can't hold it," said Gage, "Harlan stop and let her get off me."

"Not yet, about to fill that ass with cum." Harlan thrust forward, shoving nearly three quarters of his cock in her ass. His cock jerked and shot a load of sperm deep in her bowels.

Pam felt the cock in her pussy jerk. More hot black seed filled her womb. Having two giant black cocks pumping sperm in her ass and womb sent Pamela over the edge again. This orgasm went off like a series of firecrackers. Pop! Pop! Pop!. Pamela collapsed onto Gage exhausted.

When she came to, she was sitting naked in the hot tub, legs spread, arms thrown out, and her head resting back against the edge. Both black men were pulling their shots back on. Harlan had a white hotel robe and Gage had brought sweat pants and a tee shirt. "You assholes just gonna leave me here?" she asked.

"I was gonna wake you up, Porci," said Harlan. "Gotta treat my pussy right if I'm gonna keep fucking it."

Pam shook her head and climbed out of the tub to find her bikini. "This was fun guys, but it's a one time thing. We're all married."

"Agreed," said Gage.

"We'll see," laughed Harlan. "I ain't kidding when I say that pussy's mine now."

"No Harlan, this pussy, this body, my heart and soul belong to my husband. Lets just hope neither of you knocked me up and we'll just say that whatever happens at reunion stays at reunion."

Both black men left and headed for the elevator. She didn't want to be seen with them, so she waited for the next one. Luckily, she rode up to her floor alone. The thin material of her bikini covering her crotch wasn't enough to hold both black men's sperm in. Liquefied semen was running down her thighs by the time the elevator dinged on her floor. Nor did she get it all out when she sat on the toilet for thirty minutes. Nor did she get it all out when she took a long hot shower.

Pamela threw her nude body on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She felt so guilty cheating on Richard, that she felt she'd never fall asleep. Still, she had no regrets, the sex had been fantastic. She'd certainly discovered she had a slutty side that she hadn't known about. It worried her a little and she knew that sex with Richard would leave her unsatisfied from now on. If she was ever satisfied with him to begin with. She'd just have to fake it and as long as she wasn't pregnant things would be alright. She really did love him. The night's events had left her exhausted and Pamela fell asleep more quickly then she thought she would.

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Pamela awoke to a pounding on her door. She assumed it was housekeeping and couldn't remember if she had put up the "do not disturb" sign. She threw the hotel robe on from last night and opened the door. Harlan burst in.

"We gotta hurry," said Harlan, pulling a tee shirt off over his head.

"What do you mean?" asked Pamela stepping away from him, her eyes flickering down over his bare muscular chest.

Harlan stooped and yanked his sweat pants down. His cock sprang up, already at half mast and rising. "Keisha's down at breakfast. We don't have long."

Pam felt a thrill of lust go through her body when she saw his beautiful black cock again. She didn't resist when he yanked her robe open or lifted her in his arms and threw her on the bed. Soon he was rubbing the tip of his cock up her already soaked slit and pushing his shaft in deep. He ended up cupping her legs under his arms and pounding her to multiple orgasms with the hard thrusts of his cock.

"Getting close," growled Harlan, "Want me to pull out? I can cum on your tits or in your mouth?"

"No," she moaned. "One more time. Cum in my pussy." Pam lifted her crotch in to his thrusting cock and soon felt him filling her womb with another load of sperm. "It feels so good."

Harlan quickly pulled his cock out of her filled pussy and still shot a strand of sperm across her red pubic hair. He squeezed a few more drops out. "Gotta go," he said. Harlan quickly got dressed. "Next time, we can spend the whole day fucking." He opened the door.

"That sounds great," moaned Pamela, stretching. "Wait! There won't be a next time," she said, but he had already left.

Pamela soon discovered that her morning wasn't quite over. She took a long morning shower, trying to get Harlan's sperm out of her. She dried herself off and walked out nude into her room. She froze in fear when she realized she wasn't alone. A nude black man was laying on her bed holding an incredibly big black cock in his hand. It was completely hard, as long as Harlan's and as thick as Gage's. Magnificent. He was circumcised and the shaft was capped by a long serpentine cock head. "Just what do you think you are doing?" she asked, staring at his cock.

"Come to get me some of what my two brothers got last night," said the man. "I watched you with Harlan and Gage for two hours on the monitors. Made me a little DVD of it to show some people, if you get my meaning."

Pamela walked around the bed, making no attempt to cover her nude body. "Bodie right?" she asked and the man nodded. She'd smoked a joint with him in the alley and he'd provided Harlan with the pot. He was the pervert working the front desk last night which explained how he‘d gotten in her room. "Harlan tell you this was alright?"

"No," said Bodie, "He doesn't know I'm here."

Pamela climbed on the bed between his legs and wrapped her fingers around the massive black cock. "So I take it you're blackmailing me?"

"No," lied Bodie, fully intending to blackmail her if she refused to fuck him, but he saw the look of lust in her eyes while she slowly stroked his cock. "I saw what a slut you were on the monitors and thought you might be hungry for some more dark meat." He waited a few seconds while she hesitated. Then his cock head was in her mouth.

Pamela paused sucking him long enough to say, "Just a blow job, understand? That's all." Bodie nodded and she went back to sucking him.

Bodie laid back on the bed with his hands under his head. Soon the hot red headed chick was sucking his cock so fast, he thought she might suck the black off of it. "Slut, you are one born cock sucker," he growled.

His words had Pamela's pussy dripping. She was loving this. Her slutty feelings were as strong with this complete stranger as they were with Harlan or Gage. She almost wished he was blackmailing her and would force her to fuck and suck him for days and then maybe he'd bring friends. She felt him lean up and tug on her arm. "What?" she asked. Bodie pulled her up his body and soon she was lowering herself over his cock, breaking her promise of just a few minutes early. Soon she was riding him and her cum was soaking his balls while he played her big breasts. Pamela wasn't completely gone. She knew she shouldn't risk another man cumming in her. "Tell me when you're about to cum" she grunted.

Bodie played with her tits while she rode him hard for another ten minutes. "I'm about to cum," he suddenly said, grabbing her waist and pulling her down into his thrusting cock as sperm filled her womb.

Pamela had one final huge orgasm as he pumped her full of sperm and she forgave him for not pulling out. Bodie rolled her off him after he'd quit cumming. "Love to stay and get to know that pussy better, but it's been a long night," he said.

"And I've got a flight to catch." Pam sat up and went to take yet another shower.

Pam finished her shower and peeked out the door almost expecting to see another black man in her room. It was empty and she sighed with relief, but was also a little disappointed. "So ends my fun," she said, out loud. "No more fooling around for me." She giggled. "At least until my next reunion."

Four hours later just off the coast of North Carolina, Harlan was emptying his balls in her belly. He'd wanted to join the mile high club, but the airplane's bathroom was too narrow. Pamela was forced to sit on the toilet and suck Harlan off while he stood in front of her. Harlan was sitting many aisles in front of her. He'd told Keisha, he had the runs and would be in the rear bathroom for awhile. He'd grabbed Pam's arm as he passed her. Fifteen minutes later, Pam was milking his long cock towards her face as she tried to drain every drop from the long black shaft. "This is the last time, Harlan," she said, licking her lips.

Pamela was wrong again.

Thursday, four days after the plane landed, Pamela awoke to her doorbell ringing. Richard was long gone to work and having nothing to do, Pam usually slept in before reading a few hours. She looked out her bedroom window and saw a garbage truck parked at the end of her street. Richard must have forgotten to pay the bill, she thought.

Pam pulled a robe on over her nude body and ran down the stairs. She tied her belt tightly at the door and pulled it open. Harlan's hand came out and pulled her belt off. "But..," she stuttered.

"Doing a route evaluation," said Harlan. He was wearing a suit.

Pamela stepped backwards as Harlan entered her house. He pulled her robe open and pushed it off her shoulders. Her horny pussy started gushing. "We can't."

"Sure we can," said Harlan. "Dr. Barnes is at work until 5:00."

"Oh no," she said, watching two black men in garbage overalls enter her house behind Harlan. They shut the door behind them.

The two garbage men reached out and toyed with her breasts while Harlan pulled his tie off and removed his suit.

For the next 90 minutes, Pamela experienced the joys of three large black cocks. She fucked all three, took two up her ass, and gave two blow jobs. At one time she was cumming like crazy with a cock in each hole. None pulled out of her fertile womb.

So began a pattern for Pamela Porci Barnes. Harlan stopped by twice a week for a long lunch of white pussy. Soon Pamela came to believe that her pussy really did belong to him. She refused him nothing. Every Thursday, her black garbage men took a break at her house to use her, now that they knew what a slut lived there. Pamela loved every second of it.

Six weeks after her reunion, Harlan was shoving his cock into her while she laid still on her marital bed. "Ow!" she grunted when he hit her cervix.

"Can't get in in your womb," growled Harlan. He slammed his cock hard into her again.

"Ow!" said Pam and then, "Ow!" again when he tried a last time.

"Cervix is closed," he finally said.

"Oh god," she groaned, "My period's late too."

"Too bad. I hope it's hubby's. Turn over, I'm gonna fuck your ass."

Her belly swelled quickly over the next seven months. Richard was thrilled thinking his slow swimmers had finally done their job. Harlan kept fucking her. He liked her swollen tits, especially when they began lactating. One of her garbage men liked it to, the other, was turned off by her big belly.

Nine months after her reunion, the doctors induced labor. Three days later, she was at Harlan's house with a dark skinned baby boy in her arms. The baby was so black it was hard to tell that he had a white mother.

"What the fuck you doing here?" yelled Harlan, answering his door and exiting his house.

"Meet Harlan junior." Pam held the baby up for him to see.

"Bitch, If Keisha and the kids were home, I'd be smacking your ass right now."

"Harlan, Richard threw me out. I got nothing. No job. No money. No place to live. You want your son living on the street?"

"Who says that's my son? It might be Gage's or some other nigga's."

"He looks just like you."

Harlan looked at the baby and had to agree. "Get in my car," he told her. "I'll take care of this."

They drove in silence, heading South to Trenton. They entered a rather run down part of the city. Pamela crinkled her nose at the neighborhood and held her baby close to her breasts. Harlan stopped the car in front of a dirty brick apartment complex. "Come on and get your ass out of the car," he said, opening his door.

"Where are we?" asked Pam.

"You'll see." Harlan used a key to open the front door. The elevator was out of order, so they climbed four flights of stairs. He stopped in front of a door and used another key to enter an apartment. "Welcome to your new home."

"Yech."

"Would you rather live on the street? I use this place as my man cave. Keisha doesn't know about it." He opened his wallet and pulled out some money. "Here's two hundred to get you on your feet. I'll bring you some more money tomorrow and some baby stuff from my garage."

"Harlan, what am I going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm gonna set you up good. Wanna fuck?"

"I just had a baby two days ago."

"Then suck my cock. Hurry it up, I gotta get back home." Harlan watched her kneel while he pulled his pants down. "No, no, I want you naked."

"Alright," said Pam. The only clothes she had to her name were her underwear and sweat clothes. She quickly removed them.

"Tits look awesome, baby. I think your nipples have doubled in size. Got some belly fat and your ass looks a little flabby. How long until you can lose the flab?"

Pam took his hardening shaft in her hands and kissed the tip. "I don't know. A few months maybe, if Richard didn't revoke my gym membership." She started sucking him.

"Lose the fat and I can get you a job. We can work something out with the baby. I can get him into free daycare at city hall."

Pam was still wiping sperm off her lips when Harlan headed for the exit. "I'll be back tomorrow. I wouldn't leave the apartment after dark if I were you."

Pamela looked around her new home. The kitchen was dirty and the only thing in the fridge was a six pack of beer. She couldn't drink because she was breastfeeding. The living room had a small old couch and a chair. The baby was sleeping on the couch. Harlan had sat in the chair for his blow job. A small table held a 19" television. She turned it on, pleased to see that it was in color, though her reception was bad and it only got a few channels. There was no DVD player, but he did have a VCR and about twenty video cassettes of old porn movies. By the covers they were either all black or interracial.

The apartment had one bathroom, so dirty she nearly refused to use it and one bedroom. The bed was large and it was just a mattress with no sheets and the pillows were bare. The mattress was covered in stains. A bag-less trash can sat beside the bed, filled with nearly a dozen used condoms. "I guess that asshole does know how to use a condom," she said. She crinkled her nose and snorted when it hit her that he clearly brought women back to this aprtment to fuck. The weirdest piece of equipment was a camcorder on a tripod pointing at the bed.

Pam returned to the baby, grabbed the keys Harlan had left her, and went down to the corner market for diapers and some food.

Harlan was back the next day with $1000 dollars, a crib, stroller, and a baby bath tub. Keisha had trouble throwing away baby memorabilia even though she'd gotten her tubes tied and they wouldn't be raising any more children. Of course, Harlan wanted another blow job before he went back to work.

Two weeks later, he was fucking her doggy style on her clean new sheets. Pamela had gotten smart and was now on the pill. Things were a little better for her as Richard had released her clothes and car to her.

Three months after having her baby, Pamela was almost back down to her pre-baby weight. Harlan was pleased and he loved her new larger E-cup breasts and nipples. Pam was a little worried he might suck all of his son's milk out of her breasts. He threw a bag down on the bed. "Put this on. We got a job interview to go to."

"I don't think this is appropriate for a job interview." The green skirt barely covered her privates. A tight green halter top left her belly bare. She'd hocked her belly button ring at a pawn shop for some extra cash. He'd also bought her green shoes with three inch heels.

"That depends on the job you're interviewing for and you look great."

Pam was about to ask him about the job when he grabbed her hand and led her out the door. Harlan had already taken the baby to day care. They walked down the four flights of stairs and out the door to Harlan's car. The drive was short, only a few blocks and the neighborhood only improved slightly.

Pam got out of the car and looked up at the "LIVE NUDES" and the "DANCING GIRLS" signs on the building. Her cheeks flushed some when Harlan led her inside the dingy room.

"Yo, my man Harlan," said a big black man sitting at a table.

"Whasup homie," said Harlan. Pam watched as they engaged in some long black handshake she couldn't follow. "Deon, this is Pamela," said Harlan.

"She's hired," said Deon, looking up and down her body.

"Pam never done this before," said Harlan.

"I don't even care if she can dance," said Deon. "Comere girl and turn around for me. She can just stand nude on a stage for all I care. Hot white bitch like her in this neighborhood. Fuck, she ain't even white. She's white-white. Girl, get up on that stage and dance for me."

"I'm not sure I want to work here," said Pam. "Harlan didn't tell me this was a strip bar."

"Quit being selfish, Pam," said Harlan. "I know you like showing off that hot body of yours and it ain't about you no more, it's about the baby. You gonna need to support him."

"You're right Harlan." Pam stood straight up and nodded. She sobbed a little at the thought of how far she had fallen going from being a kept doctor's wife to applying for a job, nude dancing. "Thanks for correcting me. Mr. Deon, how much does this pay?"

"Nothing, honey. You work for free."

"No pay? How am I supposed to support..."

"Shut up, Pamela," said Harlan. "You work for tips. You show up here, come out and dance for fifteen minutes every hour and men throw money at you. If they like you that is."

"They gonna like her," said Deon.

Pam got up on stage and tried dancing to the music. She watched the two black men stare at her and discuss her. The bar was nearly empty, but she made twenty dollars from the only two male customers who were there. Pamela gathered her clothes and walked back nude to Deon and Harlan. Deon gave her another twenty to grind against his lap.

"I bet you can make a couple hundred a night for a few hours work," said Deon.

"A girl like you could make thousands at a classy joint," said Harlan.

"This is a classy joint, mother fucker," growled Deon. "Come back tomorrow night and we'll see how you do. Work all weekend, eight to midnight. One fifteen minute dance per hour. The rest of the time you walk around nude getting the men to buy you drinks. That's how I make money. You can generate more revenue by doing lap dances like you just did for me. Got it."

"I think I can handle that."

"I can arrange a sitter," said Harlan.

On the way back to her apartment, Harlan stopped at a large bookstore chain and bought her a DVD on stripping to lose weight and please your man. He then drove to Wal-Mart and bought a DVD player. "About time I upgraded," he grumbled. Pamela watched the DVD and practiced the dances everyday until she started her new job.

Friday night at midnight, Pamela was bracing herself against Deon's desk as he pumped his large black cock in and out of her pussy. She was smiling and moaning as his cock felt great and she'd made $500. The mostly black clientele loved her.

"You sure got one grade A pussy," growled Deon, as he fucked her. "I'm giving you all the best shifts. I'm gonna put you on posters around the building. Fuck it, I'm gonna buy ad space on a billboard on the turnpike and put you on it. You gonna be a star. Here it cums girl." Deon slammed his cock forwards and pumped her womb full of sperm.

Months later, Pamela had just decided she'd made enough money to make a down payment on her own apartment in a better part of town as she climbed the steps to her current apartment. She opened the door and wasn't surprised to see Harlan sitting on the couch watching a porn and bouncing the baby on his lap. He often picked Harlan Jr. up from daycare for her. "Still got my digital recorder?" he asked.

"Sure, it's in the closet. Want a sandwich and a beer?"

"Sure," said Harlan, putting the baby down on the coach. He got up and entered her bedroom, going to the closet. Harlan returned checking the battery life on the camera.

"What's up?" asked Pam.

"Phase two of getting you back on your feet."

"I'm doing pretty good now, Harlan."

"You think you're doing alright, but there's a lot more potential green out there for you. Now come suck my cock."

Pamela put the sandwiches she had made down. She glanced at the baby who had fallen asleep. Pamela then kneeled between Harlan's legs and started fumbling with his pants.

"Hold up," he said. "I wanna capture this." He held the camera up to his eye and looked down his body at Pamela. "Now start."

Pamela had long ago realized she was Harlan's sexual toy. He'd stop by at any hour, day or night and she'd submit her body to him. Not that she had ever desired to deny him, but his visits could be inconvenient and often he brought friends. So she found herself fishing his cock out and then sucking him off while staring up into the camera. She was swallowing his first load when he pushed her head back and shot cum all over her face. Pamela licked up what she could and said, "So what's up?"

"Go get my sandwich and I will show you." Harlan opened up a lap top case and started the computer. Pam brought him his sandwich and watched while he ate and fiddled with the laptop. He connected the recorder to his computer and finished off his dinner while it uploaded. "Alright done," he said, moving the computer so that Pam could see the screen.

"What's this?" she asked looking at the picture of her in a green bikini that now graced a billboard on the New Jersey turnpike advertising Deon's strip club.

"This is PamelaPorci.com, your new website. You'll be getting $5 per member each month. You already got 10 members, fans from the club I guess. Just wait until we get some pics and content up."

"I'm not sure I want a website."

"Sure you do. I've made them for the other strippers. You is gonna have a thousand members in a month or two. The only thing is they is gonna want content. That's the secret to a good website, content, content, content. Watch this."

"Oh god," she cried, watching the short video of her sucking Harlan off. She embarrassingly found herself getting horny. Embarrassed or not, she wanted some cock meat. Pam put her hand in Harlan's lap and squeezed his dick. It immediately stiffened. "Got time for a quick fuck?"

"Yeah, I think I can make time." Harlan stood and led her to the bedroom. "I'm sending my photographer over to take some sets. They start soft core, you in a bikini or lingerie, slowly removing them and maybe getting off with a black dildo. Then we'll graduate into you fucking and sucking some brothers and we'll make some more movies. You'll need to ask some of the clients you dance for, find out who's really hung and willing to appear on the net. Most will do it just for a chance to fuck you."

Pamela had two thousand member after two months. New content appeared every other day, from pictures to hour long movies. She was even selling autographed pictures. Deon's club was full every weekend, mostly people coming to see her. She was now making $1000 a night. Just when she didn't think things could get any better, the call came from L.A. An adult video producer was offering her $5000 to make an actual adult movie.

Pamela flew out West that Monday.

That year, Pamela left the East Coast entirely and moved to L.A. Harlan still managed her website and she emailed him content from time to time. He kept her schedule listed on the site. She headlined dancing at different clubs, signed autographs, made appearances in Vegas, and made 20 movies that year, winning an award for best newcomer. The next year, she had enough money to produce. Her movie, "Reunion Revenge" was the number one movie of the year. She insisted that this movie wasn't just about sex, but also about acting. They even hired extras to play classmates. It was semi-autobiographical and starred herself. It closely mirrored her experiences at her 20th reunion three years ago, except that she replaced Scott and Preston with black actors.

The next movie she wrote and produced was an interracial version of Romeo and Juliet. Romeo's family was mostly men and all black, Juliet's family mostly white women. Unfortunately, Pamela was too old to play Juliet, so she played Juliet's mother. It too was a huge success and Pam immediately started writing an interracial version of "The Taming of The Shrew" where the shrew was bitchy because her white husband didn't satisfy her sexually.

During the filming of "Romeo Black and Juliet Whyte", Pamela was riding Romeo's cock in one scene. He was a new actor hired, because his cock was the biggest Pam had ever scene and he was quite attractive. She was working on her third orgasm, when she happened to glance out the window of the apartment they were filming in. The view out the window was up a hill and she could see large white letters YW between to high buildings. She laughed with delight causing Romeo to frown.

Pamela suddenly realized she had gotten everything she'd ever wanted in life. Her childhood dream was to be a Hollywood actress and the YW she could see from the window was from the middle of the famous Hollywood sign. After that, all she had ever wanted was a baby and Harlan Jr. was the love of her life. Hopefully, Romeo here was about to give Harlan a little sister, she'd gone off birth control months earlier. She had a dozen black lovers and didn't care which one impregnated her. She laughed again, causing the director to look at her funny. Yes, she had the two things she'd wanted most in the world. Maybe porn star and having an interracial baby out of wedlock wasn't what she'd had in mind, but there wasn't anything about her life she'd change at this point.

Pamela Porci was happy.

The End

Author's Note: I had a lot of projects going on at this time and didn't want to start a new story, but sometimes the story muse takes over. I was going through my list of ideas and started writing an outline for an idea about a wife‘s reunion revenge. Of course, that made me excited about it and I started writing it almost immediately. I was in the zone and made a lot of progress rather quickly.

With time constraints the way they are in my life, any future stories will probably be similar to this one. That is, rather short and stand alone. I still plan on finishing any open ended stories I have going and I hope to write an ending to the E&I series.

Many of my stories take common themes of the cheating wife genre and I write my take on them. I've done stories about sunbathing wives, wives on vacation, the wife and her boss, wives posing for pictures, losing the wife at poker, and others. This story was my take on the reunion theme. I hope you liked it.