Tucson to Tucumcari Final

On the way to the mall I asked if she knew what she was going to get.

"I have some ideas. What do you think about role playing tonight?"

"Did you have something in particular in mind?"

"What do think of this? Since we are kind of stating over, you know, changing our relationship, what if we acted out a wedding scene where I'm vowing to be a good slut wife and you're vowing to be a faithful, slut loving husband? It's our wedding night and Tom's there to ensure that the first time you fuck your new wife her pussy is stretched out and sloppy with another man's jizz."

"That would be really hot," I told her, "and what a great way to add an official touch to you being a slut."

"We could even use Tom as the preacher," I said, While you get ready this evening I could write our vows."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. We arrived at the mall minutes later. "In spite of white being the official color for virgins," she said, "I want to dress in white, so for starters I'll need some white high heels."

This was a big mall and there were several shoe stores. We started at one end and entered the first one we came to. Nicole glanced around and said it wasn't right without any explanation. "I want to go in first and you can watch through the window. If I like the feel I'll motion you to come in, but don't act like you know me." I wondered what she was up to, but thought it might have something to do with the fact that she was wearing a very short mini. I'd never seen it before and wondered if Tom had taken her shopping.

The next shoe store was also a no-go, but when I watched her in the third one I saw her up close to a cute sales guy, telling him something and then sitting in one of the chairs there for fitting. He appeared to be the only employee in the small store. She signaled me and I entered. The guy said he would be with me in a minute. I replied I was just browsing and he could take his time. I watched peripherally as he measured her foot. Nicole made no effort at being ladylike. With the shortness of her dress it was obvious he was seeing her panty clad beaver. She flashed her "I'm a slut" smile every time he made eye contact. I felt like an intruder. When he went in the back to find pairs for her to try on she looked and gave me a hand gesture shoeing me out (pun intended).

I found a bench to sit on that gave me a partial view of her. He went back and forth getting more pairs for her to try on. They laughed together and I could only imagine the conversation. "What a nice beaver you have there." "Oh do you think so; would you like to pet it."

Whatever was being said, it worked, because I saw the guy come to the front door and hang a "Back in a Minute" sign. Then I watched the two of them head to a back room." They were gone for a good half an hour, and when she finally emerged from the store with a bag full of shoe boxes, she announced that the shoes were free. She had that smile women have after getting good cock.

When I looked her in the eye she said, "Let's go to the food court so you can cop a feel of my panties while we sit and eat."

As we sat with our plates of Chinese food, she told me about how easy it was to get the guy to fuck her, spreading wider with each try on until he commented that the view was spectacular and how he had a feeling the shoes she wanted would be on sale. "I ended up getting two pairs, one for each load," she said, as she guided my hand between her legs, to the soppy mess. I brought my wet fingers to my nose for a sniff and marveled at good they smelled. "I need to head to the restroom and clean up a little when we're done eating. We have more shopping to do."

I panicked when she pulled me into the bridal shop. She saw my look and said, "Don't worry, I only want a cheap veil. I'll buy a white mini at Walmart or something and I've already got white stockings and garter that Tom bought me. With the shoes being free, you're getting off easy." I was frugal, still having a truck to pay off.

We finished shopping and went home. Nicole's first order of business was to call Tom. She let me listen to her end of the conversation.

"Yes, he's fine with it. He can't wait. I told him everything, including how I'm your whore now. He loves the idea."

"Don't worry about it; he knows your cock does things his cock never will."

"Yes, I told him you're very dominant and that he's to do what he's told. Trust me. He wants this as bad as we do. His little weenie gets rock hard when I tell him this stuff. He's like some of the other husbands you've told me about, very submissive and agreeable."

"That's why I'm calling. I came up with an idea for our first encounter. We want to roll play a wedding scene with really kinky vows. We were thinking you could play the preacher."

"Ooh, I like that even better. Definitely bring him, then you can play the best man, since you obviously are."

"Great. See you about eight"

She hung up and looked at me grinning. "Well, fill me in," I said, excitedly, impatience dripping from my words.

"He's bringing a friend."

"Oh. That's weird."

"Not really. I told you he plans on turning me out. It's just starting sooner than we thought. But how hot, right. And he said his friend will take care of the vows. That way it'll be a nice surprise for us."

"I feel a little entrapped," I told her.

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes and said, "You are Baby, but I guarantee when you see me in action it's going to make you so hot you may never have a soft cock again. Now, you need to finish cleaning up the shoe guy's mess and then I need to start getting ready. You still have the tux your father bought you, right."

I did, though I always thought it was a ridiculous purchase and that I may never wear it after my wedding.

Over the next couple of hours we readied ourselves for the evening ahead.

When we came together for a view of our "costumes" I was astonished at Nicole's appearance. She was right about only needing a veil from the bridal shop. Under that was her spaghetti strap, white, super short, satin mini dress, and under that her white stockings, garter and white high-heals. The whiteness was like a parody on purity, which was now in her rear view mirror. She looked like a slut who was ready to get married, but not ready to stop being a slut.

"I don't remember if I've said this to you before, but my secret fantasy has always been to be married to a woman who can't say no to a handsome man wanting some pussy."

"In that case, with Tom's help I'm going to make you a very happy husband. And, now that I know what I like, I'm going to be the happiest wife around. I love you and I'll love being a good slut for you."

We dined on soup and sandwiches, neither of us having much of an appetite with our lustful anticipation of the evening to come. We talked about our chosen role-play for the evening.

"What do you think the vows will be like," I asked.

"If I know Tom, and I kind of do now, at least his kinky side, the vows will be all about you accepting that I'm a slut now. He might even throw in something about him having a controlling interest in my pussy. Remember, it's all just a role play."

"It is, but isn't it also kind of an outline for moving forward?"

"I think it is. By the way, you look great in your tux, but I have a suggestion.

"What's that?"

"I want you to take off your pants and underwear. Just wear the top part."

"I'm not opposed, but why."

"So that I can see your state of arousal at a glance."

"I'll feel weird when Tom and his friend, who I haven't met yet, come by fully clothed and I'm standing there with my cock out. It's not like I'm sporting a big impressive cock."

"It'll be fine. You'll always have the best tongue around."

"Easy for you to say." I stood and took off my shoes, then my pants and underwear. I felt ridiculous.

"Now, put your shoes back on," she said. I looked at her quizzically and she added, "It'll be funny." I didn't think so, but nor did it feel like it was a big deal, considering everything else that was happening.

Nicole brought me into the living room and sat on the couch. "Get on your knees and warm me up," she said, spreading her legs and pulling her panties to the side. Nothing had happened yet and already she had a wet spot. "Don't get me off," she said. "Get me close so I'll be nice and wet and really horny when they get here."

By that time I was on my second beer and she her second glass of wine. We were loosening up, which I needed more than she did. The new Her was perpetually loose and ready for fucking, apparently by whoever, whenever. As I licked she talked.

"I can't wait for you to see Tom's cock and what it does to me. You'll understand why I'm comfortable having him refer to me as his whore. He makes me want to be a slut and a whore for him. I'm thrilled that he's going to be turning me out to a friend. I want him to see how willing I am to do stuff like that."

She was moaning in between her dirty words. They were making us both hot as hell. In no time she had to push my mouth off of her pussy to avoid cumming. After a break and a refresh on the drinks she had me start in again. I took breaks to hit my beer and keep her from cumming, though it seemed by then she was always on the brink. Juice was flowing from her cunt and tasting so good. We hit drink number four, which was a solid buzz for both of us. Sensing the time was near, Nicole asked me to help her attach the wedding veil. That's when the doorbell rang and my anxiety went through the roof.

"Would you get that," Nicole asked, pulling her panties in place and her dress down.

"I," was all that came out.

"Stand up," she said, sternly.

I did and she said, "The tail of your shirt hides your cock. Now get the door."

I begrudgingly answered the door to a great surprise. There was a man standing there who matched the description of Tom, though he was even more handsome than Nicole had let on. Next to him was a similarly tall black man wearing a black priest shirt with the funny white square at the neck. I neither know nor care what they're called, but I'm sure the expression on my face was a great enjoyment for these men. My mouth hung open until Tom spoke up.

"If you'll invite us in I'll offer proper introductions."

"Yes, do come in and follow me." I guided to them to the front room.

"I'm Mike," I said, and this is the bride to be, Nicole."

As I shook Tom's hand he looked me in the eye sporting a knowing grin. I looked at his friend or priest or whatever. Could have been a costume for all I knew.

Tom said, "This is Clarence. He's an official priest, though there's obviously a side to him that most of the congregation is unaware of."

I shook Clarence's hand, trying to get past the unease I felt regarding his attire. Nicole didn't bother to stand and shake hands, but she was grinning, a sign that she liked the way things were developing. I'm sure the booze was playing a role as well. All of a sudden she pipes in with, "It's nice to have a priest and a witness to make things official, but I hope you guys realize you're also here to make sure my husband understands his role in our relationship."

"Maybe so, but it will be more clear after he watches the two of you give me the jizz I need."

The men looked at me and grinned, obviously pleased at the opportunity to fuck a bride in front of her husband. Clarence was carrying a folder and he said, "I'm sure the vows I've prepared will make the nature of the relationship clear."

Nicole said, "I'm sure Mike would be more comfortable if the two of you stripped from the waist down."

"Waist down?" Clarence said.

"Yeah, leave the priestie thing on. It's kinda hot."

The men stripped and I got my first look at Tom and Clarence's cocks. They were both beautifully large, with Tom's being a little larger, at least while soft. I could see why he had taken over my wife's pussy. I had no idea what she felt when he was in her, but I was about to see firsthand and that thrilled me. "I'll get drinks," I said, scampering joyously to the kitchen where we kept the booze. Tom wanted bourbon over, Clarence scotch straight up and more red wine for Nicole. I grabbed another beer for myself.

When I returned to the living room Nicole was sitting on the couch with her legs parted enough to be making a show of her panties. With her wedding veil in place she looked elegantly slutty. What a scene, a bride dressed like a slut, a priest naked from the waist down and hanging dick Tom looking at Nicole's crotch and making plans.

We went through a few rounds of drinks, chatting about how delicious Nicole looked and the guys Tom talking about how great it was to meet a woman as eager to be dirty as Nicole was. We were getting mutually aroused from the banter. I could only imagine how hot Nicole was to get the real party started. "Are we ready," Tom finally said. We took off our rings and handed them to Tom. We stood next to each other and Tom sat observing. Clarence stood in front of us and began the vows.

"Mike, knowing how dirty and insatiable this slut has become, do you take her to be your wife, promising to be loyal and not stray no matter many other men fuck her mouth and pussy."

"I do."

"And do you promise to never complain about the amount of whorish behavior she engages, in fact helping her maintain a list of lovers, eagerly using your mouth to clean her when necessary."

"I do."

"Nicole, do you promise to pursue cocks and cum to the best of your ability, going out to fuck men as well as inviting them to your marriage bed to fuck you?"

"I do."

"And will you accept opportunities to take on multiple lovers, always using Mike's mouth for your cleanup needs?"

"I will."

"Tom, if you'll hand them the rings. You will put the rings on each other fingers, signifying your permanent status as slut and slut lover."

After we did he said, "I now pronounce you Slut and Slut lover." Then, "Nicole If you'll get on your knees and suck my cock I'll prepare your mouth for the wedding kiss."

Nicole grabbed a cushion from the couch and placed it to comfort her knees then got busy sucking Clarence's rapidly hardening cock. Her eagerness was amazing. It was the first time I had seen her sucking another man's cock, and a black man at that, which seemed to add a dimension of eroticism. She had one hand wrapped around his ass for stability and worked his cock with her other hand and mouth. Hearing him moan in response to her blow job was great, and a couple minutes later he added some dirty talk. "Yeah, suck it slut. You're going to be good nigger loving slut too, aren't you."

She took his cock out of her mouth to say, "Yes, I promise," And went back to work, obviously eager to have her mouth filled. As he got close he told her "Okay, take it out of your mouth and use one hand to position the head of cock so it will squirt jizz all over your wedding ring with the first squirt, then egt it back in yout mouth to get what you need."

I watched as she followed instructions, stroking his cock as the first pulse of cum shot out all over her wedding band and engagement ring. Clarence took control of his cock and shot the next squirt towards her wedding veil where the cum cascaded down leaving a trail that looked so sexy. He lifted the veil and shoved his cock back in her mouth. She stroked and sucked to get the rest of his load where she needed it. There's something about watching a woman who loves the taste of cum take a load in the mouth. It's extra special when the first squirt is dripping off the wedding rings of the hand doing the milking and the second is dripping off her veil.

Clarence continued the dirty talk. "That's it slut, slurp up the jizz and don't forget to keep some in your mouth for the wedding kiss." A few more groans and he finished dumping his cum in my wife's mouth. He looked at me and said, "You may now kiss the slut."

Nicole let go of his cock, stood up and lunged at my mouth, eager to share her bounty. I can't tell you how hot it was having watched my wife suck off a black priest and then shove her jizz coated tongue in my mouth. We savored his load together.

Tom, watching impatiently, said, "Enough, lovebirds, I need to fuck the slut. I'll lead the way to the bedroom since I know that path well." He led and we followed with Clarence picking up the rear.

Tom took the rest of his clothes off and yanked all the bedding, save the bottom sheet, off the bed. He hopped on the bed, sat leaning against the headboard and held his already hard cock in his hand. He looked at me and said, "This is what your wife can't get enough of."

"I can see why," I said.

"Not yet, but you're about to. Nicole, show your husband how you beg for cock now."

I pulled up a chair next to the bed and Nicole climbed on the bed and kneeled beside Tom. There she was in her wedding dress, kneeling beside a man other than me, her husband, on her wedding night, prepared to beg for a cock near twice the size of her husband's.

Unexpectedly to all, including Nicole, her shy self was triggered. More like it was the discomfort of being the slut she had quickly become in front of me. Apparently she was comfortable begging for it, just not with me watching. She looked at Tom and said, "Is that really necessary."

"No it's not," he said. "Clarence and I can take our cocks and go home."

I was watching Nicole's face intently. I saw a mild panic when he said that. She looked at me and said, "You understand, right."

I said, "Nicole, I'd be disappointed if you weren't willing to beg for a cock that nice." Then I looked at Tom and said, "Tom would you please fuck the slut I just married. I want to see how your cock has transformed my wife."

"That's all well and good, but the slut has to beg for it herself," he said.

My eyes went back to Nicole, whose eyes were glued to Tom's throbbing love stick.

"Please Tom," she began. "Please use me like the whore you've turned me into."

"That's nice Nicole. Honesty is the best policy. But since we have a priest here, why don't you do a confession first." Clarence was standing at the foot of bed with his own rock hard cock standing at attention. I doubt he could believe how lucky he was to be participating in Nicole's transformation.

Neither Nicole or I were church goers, but of course we had seen confessions in movies. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned," she said.

"What have you done my child?"

"When my husband was away at work I went out and found Tom at a bar and brought him home and fucked him in our marital bed."

"Did you also suck his cock like a dirty whore?"

"Yes, before the eyes of God I had him in my mouth several times this week, but last night I finally got him to squirt his heavenly semen into my mouth. You know father, like I did to you a few minutes ago."

"Uh hem... yes well this is about your confession, not mine. How many times have you fucked Tom?"

"I lost track. Several times a day for three days in a row."

"I'm not sensing any remorse for these acts of debauchery. Do you intend to change your ways?"

"Well, yes, certainly Father, some day, but it probably won't be soon?"

"And why is that?"

"Because the Devil started a fire between my legs so strong that it takes lots of cum to put it out."

"I see, so the Devil is making you do these things?"

"Yes, and I'm sure it's going to get much worse before I'm ready to repent. For now I'll be obeying Tom, the Devil's agent."

"Well, since I'm not qualified to do exorcisms we'll have to let the Devil have his way for now."

"Enough of your religious mumbo jumbo," Tom said. "Get on with the business of begging for my cock, Slut. And I'm not your devil, I'm your Daddy."

I found the way he was talking to her to be erotic, but only because her responses indicated she liked it.

"You know I need your cock and you how bad, Daddy."

She was clearly losing any inhibitions she had about being a slut in front of me, and verbalizing it as well.

"Do you now?" Tom said. "Why don't you explain to your husband what you are to me."

She looked at me with a hopefulness in her eyes. "Honey, I hope you can accept this. I know you wanted me to explore my slutty side, but I'm not sure you knew where it would lead. I'll always be your loving wife, but I'm also Tom's slut. He's my pussy's daddy."

"Tell him what that means," Tom said with forcefulness and expectation.

"Honey, please don't be hurt by this, but it kinda means he has control over who and when I fuck and suck. I'll end this now if you want, but I'm hoping you'll at least see how happy and satisfied I feel when his big cock is in me before deciding against letting me continue."

Clarence was silent through all of this. He just stood there listening intently and stroking his cock, a look of total abandon on his face, like he had also surrendered his soul his to the devil.

Maintaining eye contact with Nicole, as if she was the only other person in the room, and to me she was all that mattered, I said, "I feel like I should be mad or hurt or worried that I might lose you, but my desire is 100% in the direction of you getting everything that turns you on." Tom, like Clarence, had his cock in hand and looked at Nicole with the same unbridled lust that Clarence and I were experiencing. Again I said, "Please fuck my wife. Please show me what your cock does to her."

Nicole yanked off her panties and tossed them to me. I immediately brought them to my nose for a good sniffing. They were almost as wet as if she had already been fucked and they smelled great, like they came off of a whore in heat, and I guess they did.

Nicole grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them in the air. Tom positioned himself to give her a good missionary fucking in front of me and the missionary. Tom looked sideways at me and said, "Take my cock in your hand and guide it into the slut."

Grasping another man's cock was not on my to do list, but Nicole had warned me that Tom was domineering. I knew what it felt like to take my cock in hand, but this was so different, like it wasn't even the same type of appendage. It felt more like grabbing a wrist than a cock. It was hard and smooth and warm and if I dare say, beautiful. I glanced back and forth between Nicole's face and the dripping slit I was lining up with. She was undulating toward his cock, as if her pussy had a mind of its own, a need independent from her consciousness.

He moved closer and I rubber the fat head of his cock up and down against her opening to get it wet. I let go as it entered, appearing almost too big to fit. My gaze was transfixed to the sight of his long thick cock slowly disappearing into my wife. "Yes, oh fuck yes," murmured from her lips. Her eyes closed as he pushed forward until he bottomed out. I guessed he was about navel deep. Her legs wrapped up around the back of his thighs. He slowly pulled back out and as he did she undulated back. Then they came together forcefully and worked into a slow rhythm. Within ten seconds she had her first orgasm and it wasn't like anything my tongue had ever accomplished. I watched her buck and writhe and spew dirty words with a passion I had never known her to possess. He stopped thrusting, giving her a moment to regroup, and while stopped he said, "Why don't you get honest with your husband about your ability to stop all this if he said to."

"You saw what his cock does, Baby. I couldn't stop being his whore no matter how much either or both of us wanted me too. Please understand."

"After what I just saw, I'm unable to want you to change course. I want this for you. I want you to have orgasms like that as often as you can. The thought of being married to a whore that's controlled by a vastly superior lover is intoxicating beyond belief. Please Tom, finish showing me what you came to show me."

He started in again. This time it took him twenty seconds to get to her second cumming, but he didn't stop. She was screaming as he continued and thrashing about so powerfully that I thought she'd buck him off. If he wasn't such a large man I think she would have. "Ahhh! Ohhhh! Oh damn! Oh fuck! Fuck my whore hole! I'm your slut Tom and I don't care what my husband thinks about that. God! Again! Here I go! Oh god damn! Ahhh. Yeah, I keep cumming. Gimme that jizz, Tom. Fuck me full of it. I want my cunt to smell like you've been there and did your dirty deed in me."

I stayed down close to the action, bent over on my knees, elbows down and resting my chin on my hands, like a child watching an interesting bug. I was a couple feet from the thrusting mêlée, watching Tom's cock slamming in and out, getting buried to the balls on the in strokes and pulling way out in preparation for the next impaling on the out strokes. I loved the way her pussy lips pushed so wide apart and how they followed his cock on the out strokes. I loved the strong scent of her arousal. I even loved that my cock never had and never would do what Tom's was doing.

She vaulted into another set of catastrophic orgasms. The sound shifting to a wetter sloshing as her pussy became more whore-like, dripping with her need to be well used.

"Do you want me to dump jizz in your whore of a wife," Tom asked.

"Never mind what he wants," Nicole screamed. "I have to have it. Fill my fuck hole now."

Tom groaned as his strokes became short and deliberate. The thrusts slowed as if punctuated. Bam. Bam. Bam. I knew in this moment his sperm was filling her insides, making her pussy slippery and warm. I knew the devil's fire in her was not being extinguished, that his sperm was acting more like an accelerant, making her burn with desire more than she already did.

Tom pulled out and told me to "Get around in front of her pussy."

I moved from beside her to between her legs, my face less than a foot away. What a sight. Her pussy hung open. His pearly cum pooled and leaked. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"Preacher man wants to fuck my whore, but you need to clean that mess up first. You'll lick that whore hole clean, now," Tom commanded.

"Yeah, Baby. Quickly so Tom's good cream doesn't go to waste," Nicole added.

I dove in, licking and lapping with abandon. I knew again, like I had known the night before, that I loved the taste of her used cunt.

"Are you ready to become my black cock loving whore, Slut?" Tom asked.

"Yes, Daddy, if that's what you want."

"That's enough, Mike. Get out of the way so another real man can fuck the whore. In fact, guild him in like you did me."

Clarence positioned himself at her entrance and I went back to my helpful position beside her. Her legs were spread wide and she was looking down lustfully. She looked at Clarence and said, "Please hurry, I feel so empty."

Clarence's cock was neither as thick nor long as Tom's, but it wasn't far off. Like Tom's, it felt massive in my hand and I delightfully brought it to her opening. He slid it in with ease and I settled in to watch him fuck her hard. For an unknown reason it was sexy seeing black cock ram into her, knowing that my wife was now an interracial slut. Her eyes stayed glued to her crotch as the black cock rammed into her. She fucked back at him the way you would expect a slut to, and she seemed to enjoy the visual of white pussy getting fucked hard by thick black fuck meat. I know I was enjoying the sight.

I also knew that when I was on the road this would be guy number two on what would be a growing list of men who came around to keep Nicole serviced. My heart pitter-pattered at the experience of watching my now insatiable wife getting her needs met, and my head danced with thoughts of how many men might end up on that list. I thought of our driveway having the cars of other men every evening I was away driving. I thought of the neighbors noticing it was always men visiting. I wondered if some brave husband would dare tell me that it appeared my wife was whoring around while I was away. I imagined asking him why he thought it was his business.

Clarence didn't last long after what he'd been watching. He finished with a racial slur. "You ready for some nigger jizz, Slut."

Nicole took the reins of his invitation to once again be a dirty talking tramp with shades of biblical innuendo. "Yes, Father. May Jesus help you give me a huge load of nigger jizz." This was one for the history books. I was witnessing a legendary turning of wife into consummate whore-wife. I'd had sluts in the past, but nothing came close to this. No other woman had been so intuitive about the role.

Clarence shoved his cock to the hilt and gave little jerky motions as he refilled Nicole's cunt, and she exploded again from the sheer nastiness of the scene. It was incredible to watch from that close and know the moment Clarence's cock was giving her the cum she now considered so necessary.

"Yes, thank you Clarence. That's it. Show my husband what a jizz loving slut I am. See that Baby," she said, turning to look at me with eyes full of pride over her now very complete transformation. "See how easy I am. Men are going to have so much fun with me."

I thought it should have been my turn, given that it was my faux wedding night, but Tom had other ideas and Nicole had no objections. Tom fucked her again and then Clarence, with me cleaning after each fucking. Getting to drink all that cum out of her meant I was becoming addicted to the lifestyle right along with Nicole.

Once they were sufficiently drained clarence said, "Now you may fuck the dirty slut you married." I got in position and nothing but wetness as I entered her. She was now too big for there to be any friction from the sides of her pussy.

Tom asked, "How does that feel, Nicole."

"I can almost tell his cock's in me," she said, and that sent me over the edge. I dumped what I'm sure was the biggest load I'd ever shot in to her.

When I finished Tom said, "Get us all a drink," to me. When I returned we all relaxed with our drinks.

Clarence and I sat cross legged on the bed and Nicole and Tom leaned against the headboard.

"Don't you worry about a thing there Mikey. I'll make sure Nicole doesn't get lonely while you're driving about the country."

"Thanks, and thank you guys for tonight. I couldn't begin to pretend that I don't like this as much as she does. I love the way her pussy tastes and smells when she's been whoring. Would you guys promise me she'll taste like that when I come home on Thursday night."

"That won't be a problem Mikey. I've got a lot of friends that want to meet her, and I'm sure Clarence does too."

"She'll be very popular with my black brothers," Clarence said.

***

After that night, as I traveled from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonopah, I traveled with a raging hard on, knowing my sweet Nicole was at home getting fucked to the high heavens.