“Is she any good?” the bartender asked Alvin.

“Took a little time to get her going but she rose to the occasion,” Alvin said. It took me a few moments to realize they were talking about me. It took another few moments to realize I didn't really care. I finished the second punch and there was another waiting for me. I was drifting on a pink cloud.

“Mind if I take her for a spin?” I heard the black bartender ask. “I have a cot in back.”

“Susan,” Alvin said. “Do you mind if Billy fucks you?” The question was so outrageous I laughed. I'm not sure what I said but apparently I agreed and Billy took me to the back room. Once the door was closed he took his shorts off. I remember being shocked at the size of his thing. It was big and black and standing straight out. I didn't say a word when he took my bathing suit off. I stayed silent when he played with and sucked my nipples. I think I may have made a sound when he put his finger in my pussy.

“Good,” he said wiggling his finger inside me. “Nice and wet and hot.”

What you and I always did was make love, Matt. What Billy and I did was pure animal fucking. I stopped being quiet the moment he shoved that big cock in me. I yelled, I screamed, I told him to stop and to keep fucking me in the same breath. It was wild and it was wonderful and I never felt so alive before.

I have no idea how many times I came but it was a lot. Billy pumped a pint of his cum in me before he finally stopped fucking me.

Billy gave me a squeeze bottle of water to clean myself up. My pussy was tingling and my nipples were still as hard as pebbles. I put my bikini back on and went out. Alvin was waiting for me.

“How was it?” Alvin asked. I told him it was terrible but I couldn't keep a straight face. We both laughed. Billy made us more rum punch.

That night I stayed with Alvin and we fucked most of the night. The next day we went back to Chuck's Place where I met Chuck. Since I didn't have a change of clothes I still wore my bikini but everybody wore bathing suits or shorts so I didn't feel out of place.

Chuck was a huge man. Six feet six or seven inches tall and at least three hundred pounds of muscle and as black as midnight. Most black people I had met, including Alvin and Billy, were shades of brown or tan but Chuck was black as tar.