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The Black Bully Forces Me in Front of My Wife
MMF Straight to Gay Bisexual Threesome (Bully Betrayal Ep. 14)
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“Move your ass, boy! If you can’t keep up, we’ll leave you!”
Aiden clenched his teeth. Long, heavy breathes rushed through his nostrils, he felt his heartbeat in his neck. He was exhausted. They were only six miles into a three-day backpacking trip and already he wondered if he could make it. At their current pace, and the approximate altitude of 9,000 feet, he was certain he could not.
“Too many video games and junk food for you, Aiden,” their guide, Azu taunted him. “Even your wife is outperforming you!” The lanky, towering African put hands on his hips and smiled down at Aiden’s misery from the top of the ridge. Behind him was a backdrop of shocked-blue sky, and the hard, etched lines of the Rocky Mountains.
“Of all the fucking backpacking guides in Colorado…” Aiden mumbled, hitching his heavy pack up and putting one foot in front of the other. As he ascended the steep, rocky ridge, he caught sight of his wife, Autumn, just reaching the top. Azu’s strong, bare black arm reached out and took her pale, white hand in his, pulling her to the top.
Adrenaline kicked in for Aiden as his eyes settled on the image at the top of the crest: his petite, ample-breasted wife chuckling and joking with the towering, shirtless African with the accent and arrogant smile. Aiden’s pace hastened, and he resolved to out before he fell behind the two of them again.
“So, what brought you two love birds out to Colorado for backpacking?” Azu asked them a while later, hiking across flat terrain much to Aiden’s relief.
“I’ve always been an avid hiker,” Autumn said spritely, her strawberry blonde hair tied up in a tight bun on the top of her head. “Aiden’s never really been into if so, I figured it we came to a beautiful place like Colorado and did some backcountry stuff, it might convince him to do it with me more often!”
“I’m into it,” Aiden disagreed, hooking his thumbs through the straps of his backpack. “I just don’t go as often as you because I work a lot more than you- “
“Takes a certain type to camp this place,” Azu cut him off. “Strength not only of will, but of body. I saw the way you were gassed on that ridge line back there, Aiden. I think I agree with Autumn when she says you’re not into it.” Azu’s broad chest was slick with sweat in the afternoon heat. He walked side by side with Autumn, while Aiden trailed slightly behind.
“I don’t think I’d be here if I weren’t- “Aiden started to retort.
“Your wife on the other hand,” Azu interrupted again nonchalantly, “was born for it. A natural pro, I’d said. She packs light, keeps up, doesn’t complain. All traits you could learn from, Aiden.”
Autumn beamed at the compliment, deaf to the insult at her husband. Her midsection was bare from her tummy to just above the ribs. She preferred to hike in comfortable, minimal clothing. So, a sports bra and short hiking shorts were about it for her. Back in town, before the three of them set off on their backpacking trip, Aiden had begged her to put more clothes on.
“Is this because he’s tall and handsome?” Autumn had scolded him, offended at the very notion she should cover up.
“Oh, so he’s handsome now?” Aiden whispered angrily, arguing with her in the back of the gear shop. “Look, I didn’t know our guide was going to be some arrogant foreign guy with a hard on for you and- “
“Please, Aiden. You sound so silly. Your jealousy is gross and gives away a lack of confidence.” She flipped her ponytail at him, resuming her hunt for a pair of sunglasses. “Besides, you’ve only just met him. I’m sure he’s a great guide and a nice guy. Just because he made fun of your arms doesn’t mean he’s an asshole.”
“I don’t give a shit if he makes fun of me, Autie. But he was obviously checking out your tits, and when you turned around, he practically fucking whistled at your ass. Now you expect me to spend three days with this fucking stranger. Fine. We’ve come a long way and I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you. Because I love you. But could you at least put a shirt on or maybe some jeans?”
“Are you finished?” she asked.
“Yes…”
“Good. Get our packs from the car, we’re leaving soon.”
And so, they had. And here they were. Several miles from any sign of civilization and getting further away with each step.
As they traveled deeper into Colorado back country, Aiden found himself staring at Azu’s broad, intense shoulders. The burdensome backpack clung to his black body but seemed to weigh nothing to the man lugging it. When Azu spoke, his voice was low and rumbly. Much lower than Aiden’s nasally whine. Though he couldn’t it it to Autumn or himself, what he hated most about Azu had nothing to do with him being a bully or flirting with his wife. It had everything to do with the man that he was, complete and unavoidable.
Saving his breath, Aiden walked in silence behind his wife and the guide, bearing every flirtatious volley with harsh breathes and irritated sighs.
“I hear there are lots of hot springs in Colorado, is that true Azu?” she asked him. Aiden could hear in his wife’s voice how obsessed she was with that name. Azu.
“Yes. Many hot springs,” Azu’s baritone came like tribal music in the fresh mountain air. “But one rule at every hot spring, and you cannot break the rule.”
“What rule is that?” Autumn asked.
“No clothes allowed in the hot spring!” Azu let loose a bellowing, toothy laugh.
“Oh, Azu! You’re so bad!” Autumn slapped him playfully on the bicep, giggling along with him.
“Except maybe Aiden,” Azu went on, turning his arrogant smile on the kid
behind him, “maybe he wears floaties or a diaper!” Azu’s laugh doubled in volume, and the shock in Autumn’s eyes quickly gave way to mirth. The two of them carried on ahead as Aiden fell further back, shaking his head.
The trio hiked all day, deeper into the San Juan Mountain range. Around 5 O’clock they came into an Aspen grove with ample shade, and an easy altitude of 7,000 feet.
“We make camp here,” Azu announced, sliding his pack off his back.
“You’re such a great guide, Azu,” Autumn gushed, “really, thank you so much. Today has been great and I’m sure it’s only going to get better.”
“You’re right about that, baby,” he winked at her.
Disgusted at the blatant use of ‘baby’ in regard to his wife, Aiden slammed his pack on the ground. He sat down in the dirt next to it, depleted and angry. Autumn shrugged off her husband’s tantrum with an eyeroll.
“Where should we set the tents up, Azu?” she asked.
“Here,” he motioned to a clearing amongst the aspens, “and further on. There!”
“Why so far away?” Aiden asked between sips of water.
“So, if an animal comes to one tent, the person in the other can scare it off,” Azu’s eyes fell on Autumn’s petite, bouncy frame.
“An animal?” she asked concerned. “Like a bear or a cougar?”
“Don’t worry so much,” Azu smiled, “if you’d like you can stay in my tent. I’ll protect you.”
For the first time since they’d left that morning, an awkward silence fell. Autumn’s eyes shifted nervously to Aiden, who sat on the ground drinking from his camelback. Aiden tried to think of something to say back, to stick up for himself, but from where he sat Azu seemed a thousand feet tall.
The silence ed, and Azu’s remark went unchecked.
“Aiden,” Azu’s voice filled the aspen grove. “You go back down the way we came, collect firewood. It will be cold tonight and we must have a fire.”
“Me?” Aiden asked, confused. “We were just over that way why didn’t you tell me to get the fire then?”
“Autumn,” Azu ignored the boy, “you set your tent up here. I will set mine up at the other. Let’s get to work.”
Aiden shuffled back towards where the trio had just come from, sparing a glance over his shoulder to make sure that his wife was busying herself with their tent. She was. And Azu had disappeared back over to the far camp site he’d pointed to. Satisfied with their momentary separation, Aiden headed down the hill, collecting firewood as he went.
Firewood took longer than he would have liked. Constantly he stopped to catch his breath, or to retrieve the firewood that tumbled from his weak arms. When he brought the first load up, Autumn was nearly done with their tent. By the second, Azu was sitting on a tree stump, sipping whiskey from a pint-sized bottle. By the third, Autumn was sitting with him, too close for Aiden’s liking.
“Alright I got the firewood,” he said, wiping his hands and approaching his wife.
“Not enough,” Azu said, sipping the brown water. “Needs more.”
“What do you mean? That’s plenty. We’re only here tonight.”
“It gets cold at night, boy. Very cold. Too cold for you, maybe too cold for your wife. You want your wife to freeze? More. More firewood.”
“Give me a hand babe?” Aiden raised his eyebrows at his wife.
“You got it, hon,” she said, reaching for the bottle in Azu’s hand. “I’m bushed.
Been a long day. But another stack or two should do it. You got this!”
“Seriously?” Aiden asked, standing there, watching them.
“You complain too much, boy,” Azu said shooing him off with a wave. “Just do as you’re told, and we have good trip. Stop your whining?”
Aiden made as if to say something else, but Azu flicked both hands at him. Defeated, Aiden returned to the hill, taking another twenty minutes to get his arms full of burnable wood. By the time he returned, it was mostly dark, and a fire was glowing in the middle of their campsite.
“You take too long,” Azu chastised Aiden, as the boy collapsed to the ground next to his wife. “This much wood could have taken you twenty minutes.”
“I did my best…” Aiden trailed off, his eyes heavy and his body weak from the day.
“Are you tired, hon?” Autumn asked him. “Why don’t you go get some sleep? We’ve got another big day tomorrow.”
Like fucking hell I’m leaving you out here with him¸ Aiden thought.
“I’m fine, just want to enjoy the fire I helped build,” Aiden said, straightening
up.
“Tomorrow I will teach you how to start fire, boy. It is something every real man must know how to do.”
“Azu got it started so quickly, Aiden,” Autumn gushed. “You should have seen it!”
Sometime later, Aiden was shaken awake by his wife. Stuck in between the waking world and the unconscious, he allowed her to lead him to the tent where she tucked him. He felt her cold fingers run through his hair, felt the softness of her lips as she kissed his cheek.
“You coming to bed?” he asked in a fog, already falling back to sleep.
“Sure am, hon. Just need to grab my bag…” her voice came through his dream.
As Aiden’s body begged for slumber, so it came. Deep and unmoving. The crack of distant thunder stirred him not. Nor the sounds of animals ing by their camp. Sometime in the early morning before sunrise, he thought he heard the muffled squeals of some small mammal.
And the grunts of something larger.
2
It was around 9 am when Aiden woke (every muscle in his legs and ass sore and aching), camp was empty and the fire smoldering. Thinking perhaps Azu was still asleep in his tent, and that Autumn had gone for a morning walk, Aiden set out towards the sound of water.
The stream ran shallow over rock beds for a quarter of a mile before rounding to the east and widening, here there were different embankments that held small pools of calm, clear mountain water. All around, pines and evergreens stretched towards the blue sky, their thick foliage shielding most of the sunlight. As Aiden walked to the water’s edge looking for signs of his tireless, kinetic wife, he caught sight of something dark and tall splashing in one of the pools. His heart caught in his chest, believing for a moment that perhaps he had stumbled upon a bear.
“Oh my…” Aiden’s voice trailed off, silent under the rush of the mountain stream.
It was Azu. His hairless, ebony body was streaked with stream water, droplets running through the creases of his abdominal muscles. Sun broke through a hole in the forest canopy, basking his blackness in warm light. He stood waist high in the water, the V-line of his lower stomach disappearing into the clearness of the creek. His giant, ashy palms scooped water and brought it to his shaved head, splashing and running down his masculine torso.
Aiden crouched behind a fallen tree and the bushes surrounding it, directly across the river from where Azu was bathing. Peering through the flora, he watched his black backpacking guide dunk down into the freezing stream water, disappearing for a few seconds before emerging with a shout and a splash.
“WOO!” he whooped into the forest. “WOO DAMN! That’s nice!” his deep voice reverberated off the hillside and caused a flutter of wings overhead. His back was to the peeping tom across the water, the crack of his black ass just visible over the water line.
Aiden realized he’d not even dressed that morning, his rush to find Autumn pulling him into the woods before he’d had a chance to put shorts on. Dressed in nothing but briefs, he felt it moving against the cotton. He pushed the thought away, forbidden, and misleading. He was just horny, that’s all. Horny for his wife who hadn’t given him so much as a kiss on the lips since this camping trip had started.
Azu pulled himself from the water dripping, his nakedness illuminated by the morning sun. He lay on his back against a massive, smooth rock just beside the pool.
“No fucking way…” Aiden trembled, the rubbing in his briefs now a stiffness he could not deny.
Azu’s smile was wide, his eyes closed. His legs were spread with knees bent and hanging there against a mound of bushy black pubic hair was his plump, beautiful cock. It draped over his taut, freezing ballsack, stretching far enough for the head to rest on the rock below like some Amazonian python taking a nap.
“But the water’s cold,” Aiden told himself, “It can’t be that big…”
Azu’s eyes opened, his head turned to the sound of something approaching from behind. Aiden’s eyebrows furrowed, confused and more than a little annoyed
that something was interrupting his private show.
“Mind if I you?” came a familiar voice, barely audible under the din of rushing water.
Aiden watched her emerge from the forest, sweating and panting. She wore hiking shorts and a sports bra that seemed to struggle with the weight of her jiggling breasts. She stepped down the rocks one by one to the side of the pool.
“I insist you me,” Azu said, sitting up on the rock.
“Is it cold?” Autumn asked, seemingly unfazed by Azu’s nudity.
“Not cold enough,” he eyed her as she dipped her toes in.
“Oh, that’s freezing!” she winced, jumping back from the pool.
Aiden shifted uncomfortably from his hiding spot. The last twenty-four hours had been hell, watching the way the two of them flirted and seemed to delight in his own personal agony. But this, watching his supple wife with barely any clothes on, mere feet from the hung, wet bully…he didn’t know if he could take it. The thought of interrupting them crossed his mind, but when he looked at that thing between Azu’s legs, he held off.
What exactly could Aiden say? And would they listen?
“Don’t be scared, girl,” Azu laughed, spreading his legs wider. “Get in that water. Nothing better after a morning hike. But don’t get your clothes wet.”
“Oh really?” she flirted, “and just how do you expect me to get in without getting my clothes wet?”
Azu spread his arms wide, motioning at his own bare body.
“Uh-huh,” she bit her lip.
The hard-on in Aiden’s little boxer briefs refused to subside, even against the fog of jealousy and anger. His hatred for Azu had reached new levels last night, so had the disappointment in his wife. And what had started as a naughty, forbidden daydream, watching Azu bath…was quickly becoming a waking nightmare.
“Close your eyes,” she pointed at him, “and no peeking.”
Azu laughed heartily, his deep baritone rolling across the water. He rolled his eyes at her, and then he shut them.
“You better fucking not…” Aiden whispered at his wife, and to no one at all.
Autumn peeled the pink sports bra off and over her head. Lush, defined tan lines outlined her voracious, milky breasts. They hung like grapefruits needing harvest, wide, pale nipples erect against the excitement of the chilly water awaiting her. She flicked the button on her tan hiking shorts, unzipping them and bending over to remove them entirely.
“You fucking asshole,” Aiden huffed from the brush.
Azu’s eyes were open. For how long Aiden did not know for he too was engulfed in the sight of Autumn removing her clothing. And it wasn’t just that his eyes were devouring her, or that arrogant smile as he molested her with his stare…it was his big black cock, steadily waking from its slumber and seeming to grow larger with each ing moment.
“I said no peeking!” Autumn shouted playfully, turning her ass to him, and covering her bare breasts with both arms.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, girl,” Azu said, standing on the rock. “But I’m not sure I’ve ever seen an ass as fine as yours.”
Autumn turned a little and side-eyed him. He towered over her. His manhood swung between strong thighs molded by years of backpacking harsh terrain. It was starting to turn and rise, his rigid nutsack more visible the more aroused he became.
“You have…” she stared breathlessly, her voice a whisper, “the biggest cock I’ve
ever seen.”
“Oh, really?” he said, stepping onto the rock Autumn stood upon. There were inches between their bodies now, Azu’s strong jungle-cock rising and jutting out, defying gravity. “And last night? Is it the biggest you’ve had?”
Aiden’s heart dropped into his stomach.
“Yes…” she whispered, staring down at it.
“Does your wimp husband know yet?”
Aiden’s ears felt boxed, his body suddenly hot and overwhelmed in the cool morning air.
“You’re so mean to him,” she chuckled, “why do you have to be so mean?”
“I’m mean?” he ran his long black fingers across her bare, brown shoulder, “what’s that make you? Biting the pillows so you don’t wake him…”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “He can’t know, he’s too fragile, he’ll- “
Azu’s hand clamped her bony shoulder, and he pushed her down. She fought for
a moment, surprised and scared, eyes wandering around the area and nearly landing on her husband alone in the scrub.
“You’ll learn soon enough,” Azu’s voice changed, cruel and domineering. “It doesn’t matter if he knows or not. He’s not the one calling the shots.” She gave into him, allowing herself to fall to her knees on the slick, cold stone. It was longer than her face, as fat as her forearm. He took it in his hand and brought it to her parting lips. “I’m in charge now, girl. Have been since we set foot on the trail.”
Aiden nearly screamed, the red rocket in his undies straining against its restriction.
“Now make me cum before your loser husband finds us,” he pushed himself into her mouth. Autumn’s drooling tongue found the outline of his head and traced it. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, the coiled black pubes tickling her palms. She jerked him in time with her sucking, the black snake easily filling her mouth and reaching the back of her throat. The sun poured down on the two of them, burning her in places the light had not seen for a long time.
“No hands, baby,” he said, slapping her petite wrists away. “Put them behind your back.”
She did as she was told, her eyes occasionally scanning for a sign of Aiden. Azu palmed her skull with both hands, guiding himself in and out of her gullet, fucking her there in the Rocky Mountains. She struggled often, coughing, and gagging loudly though she tried to muffle the sound.
“Good white girl,” he grunted, plunging deeper. “You need a real man’s dick down your throat.” He held himself there, Autumn’s bulging eyes locked on his, just as he had taught her last night in his tent. “Hold…Hold.” At last, he pulled her off it, ropes of spit and drool falling from her chin. She took no time to catch her breath, greedily shoving it back down her esophagus.
Aiden shook in the bushes, his anger a red-hot knife in the pit of his stomach. He grabbed his treacherous dick and began to stroke it over his briefs, hating himself for it.
“Lick nuts, baby,” Azu pulled it flat against his 6-pack stomach, revealing his shaggy, rigid ballsack. Autumn’s curious tongue licked and sucked at his packed nuts, kissing, and worshipping them both. Azu’s shoved her further, lifting his leg and allowing her pink mouth to find that sacred space between his sack and asshole. She licked.
“Nasty bitch,” he grunted, stroking himself with a tight-fisted grip, feeling her there. He could see her plump, white ass getting red in the sun. He could see his testicles resting on her cheek as she dove further into his bushy, in-between place.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Aiden panted from his hiding place, erupting into the bushes, slicking his palm with hot cum. No sooner had his orgasm subsided than the shame and anger washed over him, pushing him to the brink.
“Yes, baby,” Azu resumed fucking her mouth, “good girl. Finish me before your little cuck husband finds us. You don’t want that do you? No? Then suck. That’s right, closer. Deeper. Oh fuck.”
Aiden stared at his wife’s wild, confused face. She held her own as the African man pummeled her gullet, drool spilling from the sides of her mouth. There was an obedience she showed Azu that Aiden had never seen before. Below the simmering anger of it, there was something else. Something like jealousy.
Azu grunted, Autumn’s wide-eyes bulged with a dawning realization.
“Swallow it, bitch! Oh fuck!”
Azu came in her mouth with no warning. His pumps never slowed, and Autumn felt it, hot and splashing and salty at the back off her throat. She coughed and it ran down her chin, dripping to her bare, sunburned tits.
“Ugh! Fuck!”
She raced to get it back, to swallow all she could but it kept coming. Like a broken fountain machine, it shot and oozed into mouth, his swollen cock vibrating as he filled the forest with his moans. When he dislodged from her throat, she sucked back the last of it and swallowed before it could gag her again.
“You’re a fucking mess,” Azu chuckled at her, iring his nut on her body. “We can’t let him find you like this.” The giant African grabbed her by the arms and lifted Autumn to her feet, before tossing her sideways into the freezing pool.
“You asshole!” she screamed, smiling ear to ear as she emerged from the shallow
pool, wiping his semen from her body.
Aiden could stand it no longer, quietly shuffling from his cucking place and turning back for camp.
Azu watched him go, smiling.
3
Alone and back at camp, Aiden faced the fact that in under 12 hours, Azu had managed to woo and fuck his wife of three years, behind his back, about twenty feet away from where he slept. Not to mention that Autumn had also blown the man in broad daylight, and allowed him to defile her mouth with his cum.
“How?” he asked himself aloud, face in hands. Quietly, he resolved to start breaking down camp. He didn’t know how to bring it up yet, but perhaps it was better if he waited to confront Autumn when this nightmare of a camping trip was over.
The hike to the lake was arduous, most of it uphill. They ed through open ridgeline and shaded Evergreen. The wind blew soft through Aspen trees and in the valley below them they could see herds of Elk.
“We’ll make camp tonight at a cliff that hangs over the lake,” Azu explained, shirtless as ever, with the shortest red hiking shorts Aiden had ever seen. “I will teach Aiden how to make fire, as long as he doesn’t blister his little fingers.”
“You do have soft fingers,” Autumn joked, peeking back at her winded husband. “Like you’ve never had a hard day’s work in your life.”
Aiden tried to respond with something sarcastic, but his lungs wheezed for air.
“If you didn’t have little boy fingers, maybe you could keep up,” Azu kept on. “Where I come from, a man does not get shown out by his wife.”
“Where do you come from Azu?” Autumn inquired, oblivious to Azu’s insults.
“I come from a very small village in Africa…” Azu droned on and soon the two of them, lost in conversation, had left Aiden behind.
Sweat poured from every gland as Aiden watched them go; Azu’s broad, black back, and the shape of his entire legs visible in those red short shorts. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t muscle, and for a moment it was obvious to Aiden why his wife had betrayed him…but he pushed the thought away, determined to catch up with his wife and her lover.
They came to a rock scramble, just steep enough to have to climb over.
“Autumn go first, I go second, Aiden go last,” Azu declared.
“Why don’t you go first?” Aiden asked.
“So, I can give her push up, then I climb up, and then I help you up. You will not make the climb on your own, because you are not strong enough.” Azu’s African accent made the insult sound jovial and disarming.
“Just let him help me up, hon it’s not- “
“No. That’s BS,” Aiden’s temper flared, “I can so make it up this little scramble.
So, I’ll go first. And then I’ll help you two up since you’re so fucking inseparable.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Autumn asked.
“White boy has courage, let him try his best.”
Aiden glared at his wife before tightening the straps on his pack and approaching the rock scramble. He found purchase on the stones above him and got a foot in to begin his ascent. Reaching up he found another rock to latch both hands to, but as he attempted to pull his weight up to the top of the rock pile, his arms gave out.
He fell to his side, tumbling down the little progress he’d made, landing on his back at Azu’s feet.
“Wimpy white boy,” Azu smiled, leaning down, and grabbing Aiden by the shirt collar, “let Azu show you!” The large African man yanked Aiden back to his feet.
Fuming, Aiden watched Autumn start in the same position he did at the rock scramble. As she began to lift her foot to the next ledge Azu grabbed her low around the waist, his fingers curling around her upper thighs and his thumbs pushing into her supple, bubble butt, and lifted her easily up and to the top of the rock pile. She grabbed hold up top and pulled herself the rest of the way, not without a pat on the ass from her tour guide.
Aiden’s jaw dropped at the bluntness of Azu’s actions.
Azu turned and winked at the boy.
“That’s why your wife go first,” Azu grinned. Then the African turned and jumped, easily catching the ledge above him, and doing a simple chin up to get the rest of his body over the scramble. Leaning over the edge he offered his hand to Aiden, “now your turn. Grab hold, Aiden.”
Hesitant, Aiden stood on tip toes and reached his hand into the dark African man’s. A sudden strength closed around him, lifting him from the ground. A second later Azu’s other hand shot out and latched onto Aiden around the elbow. With a snort and a grunt, Azu lifted Aiden to the ledge.
“Holy shit…” Aiden said in amazement at the man’s strength, dusting off the front of his shorts as he stood.
“Onward,” Azu said, his back already to him.
Autumn lingered, raising her eyebrows at her husband.
“You just gonna let him grab your ass like that?” Aiden accused her.
“He didn’t grab anything. He was just helping me up. Just like he helped you
up.” She rolled her eyes and walked away from him.
“Is that what you call it these days, Autie? ‘Helping?’”
Autumn halted.
“You think I don’t know? I saw you with him this morning.”
She turned to him, breathing fast and eyes on fire.
“So why didn’t you do anything, Aiden?” her voice simmered, biting. “If you knew, why wouldn’t you say hey that’s my fucking wife and stop him?”
“Why didn’t you?” he shot back.
“Maybe you liked it…I bet you did,” she shook her head. “I think if you didn’t you wouldn’t still be here. And maybe that’s not all you want. I saw the way you looked at him when he picked you up just now.”
“Stop it,” he snapped. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Do I?”
They glared at each other, the sounds of summer insects rising around them.
“Let’s just get through this trip…we can discuss what comes next later.”
“Fine.”
Autumn stomped off to catch up with Azu. Eyes forward, Aiden followed.
4
That night they made camp on a rock cliff that overlooked the calm, green lake.
“Aiden. Come here, now,” Azu commanded from the dark. The sun was well down and without fire it was hard to see much, especially Azu.
Begrudgingly, Aiden walked to the sound of Azu’s voice and knelt beside him.
“You strike the flint like this,” Azu struck the flint, a tiny ball of fire appeared and faded. “Do it over the tinder, like this.” Again, he struck the flint, scattering little red flames across a stack of tinder tucked between logs. Then he handed the kit to Aiden.
Aiden began to strike, scattering tiny embers across the dry wood.
“Like that, boy,” Azu said, his stare intense on Aiden, inches away. “You will start fire because tonight we need light. Not just for warmth, but to see. You need to see, Aiden.”
Aiden’s hands shook, he could feel Azu’s pitiless gaze bearing down.
“You will need to see much, Aiden,” Azu continued, “you have been lazy this trip. You have let your wife run amok and you have let me speak to you as I wish. You are what they call in my village a mshindwi.”
Well accustomed to Azu’s nightly insults, Aiden kept his mind to his task. The tinder below his embers was beginning to smoke.
“What is mshindwi?” Autumn asked from the black.
“Mshindwi means loser. Weakling. Beta.”
The tinder ignited in a soft gasp, casting a low light on the rock around them. Aiden’s eyes never left the fire as the logs caught, more illumination filling the night. Soon the flames engulfed the wood, and the shadow of burn licked the three of them on the mountain top.
“You’re a bully, Azu,” Aiden said through clenched teeth, his tired face fully visible. “And I think I’ve had enough of your shit.” Aiden stood suddenly, fists clenched and standing over the kneeling African.
“Aiden, no…” Autumn drifted into view, her hands raised and pleading.
“You’re an asshole, Azu. You know that?” Aiden spoke down to him, “And I know what you did with my wife. And I think it’s fucking- “
The rest of his words were muffled, a shadow in the night Azu had sprung to his feet and grabbed hold of the boy, wrestling him to the ground with a savage ease. Autumn placed shocked hands over her open mouth. Aiden squealed like a little girl.
“You think I didn’t see you staring, fagget?” Azu shouted in Aiden’s face. “You think I didn’t see you staring at my black cock by the stream?”
“It’s not true,” Aiden shook under Azu’s vice grip, “I swear Autumn it’s not!”
“Be careful with him Azu!” Autumn pleaded, “he’s fragile!”
Azu tightened the headlock around Aiden so that the white boy’s face went a deep red. Aiden was on his knees, his feeble hands pulling at Azu’s ebony physique.
“You can lie to your wife, fagget. But not to me. I saw you. Staring at me washing off. Jerking off while I fucked your white wife!”
“Aiden!” Autumn cried, disgusted. “You jerked off?
Aiden’s reply was spittle and gasps.
“You finally do one thing right, start fire that I show you, and you think you big and tough. Tough enough to speak down to me? You will learn your lesson tonight, fagget!” Azu dropped the headlock and let Aiden fall to the dirt, coughing.
“Are you ok, Aiden?” Autumn asked half-heartedly, walking to his side, putting a hand on his back.
“I want to go home…” Aiden sobbed, attempting to stand back up.
“No!” Azu commanded, using his foot to push Aiden’s knee in, causing the boy to drop back to the ground. “You’re not going anywhere until you show your wife what a little fagget you are!” Azu grabbed his red short shorts by the waist band and pulled them down. Flame and shadow licked his dark body, his cut physique and startling endowment cast a mythic figure.
“Oh my God, no…no, don’t” Aiden made a weak attempt to shield his eyes from the African’s nudity. Azu grabbed him by the top of his head, hair clutched in a dark fist, and turned him so that he could see.
“Look at it, white boy, I know you want to,” Azu chided. “Bigger closer up? Here, look harder.”
Azu grabbed his flaccid, behemoth cock and began to slap Aiden across the face with it.
“Ah! No!” Aiden cried.
Autumn had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle the amusement, but it was no use. It came out in a quick puff and turned to high, rapid chuckling. She backed away from the two, giving them room but unable to catch herself from outright
laughter at her husband. He was trying to shield himself without touching it, but Azu just slapped his hands away and kept batting.
“Shut the fuck up, fagget! You want it! You know you want it! Look at your wife, white boy. She laughs at you!”
Aiden could smell the sweat on it, the ripeness of his ballsack after a day of hiking. Sometimes the snake would smack his lips, and he could almost taste the blackness on Azu’s African dong.
“That’s right, fagget. Settle down. Know your place. Now when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it! I tell you to get firewood, you get firewood. I say open wide, you suck my fucking nigga dick!”
Azu jammed it into Aiden’s protesting mouth, pushing past his lips, and gouging the boy’s cheek.
“Keep your fucking jaw wide Mshindwi,” Azu smacked him in the head, “I feel teeth on my cock I’m gonna leave you out here for the wolves!” The wind went out of Aiden, and he knelt there, letting Azu dig around in his mouth.
“Ho-ho-ly shit,” Autumn stuttered on her laughter, gripping her stomach.
“Suck my cock, fagget. Listen to your wife laugh at you. I came deep in her fucking cunt last night while you were sleeping, and I came in her fucking mouth this morning. Did you know that, fagget? She’s my fucking bitch now.
And so are you!”
Aiden felt Azu stiffen between his cheeks. He tasted what he knew could only be cum, dripping hot down the back of his tongue. As Azu berated him, he dug further into Aiden’s virgin throat.
“That’s it, fagget. Gag on it. Good. Like that. That’s what your fucking throat was made for. Taking black cock. You like it? I bet you do. Your wife’s going to take your cock out and we’re going to see how much you like it.”
Azu nodded at Autumn, who for the moment had gained control of her giggles. She knelt and grabbed the button on Aiden’s hiking pants, pulling the zipper down. He fought her just a little, but she laughed him off, finagling the shorts down to his thighs.
“I can see your little cock from her, bitch,” Azu held Aiden’s head with both hands, fucking his mouth rhythmically. “Go on, pull it. Pull out your husband’s little white cock.”
Autumn snickered in her husband’s ear as she yanked down on the cotton briefs, pulling them to where his shorts were wrapped about his thighs.
“Oh my God,” she said with donning realization, “you do like cock.”
“NO!” Aiden tried to scream through a mouthful of meat.
“Your little cock is hard from sucking, fagget,” Azu grunted, picking up his pace and railing Aiden’s face more viciously. “Your wife was wet before I fucked her. I made her sniff my nutsack before I let her feel it. She begged me, fag boy. Just like you’re gonna do.”
Aiden tried to look up at his wife but the mirth in her eyes killed him. Instead, he looked straight ahead, eye to eye with Azu’s wiry black bush. He’d swallowed some of the pubic hairs already, they were unavoidable with the way Azu was digging his throat out.
“Get on your knees next to your bitch husband and feed him my cock!” Azu commanded.
Autumn pulled her sports bra over her head and tossed it. Getting down next to her husband, tits jiggling, she used one hand to hold Aiden still and the other to grip Azu’s demanding dick. Face to face with her husband she guided it deep into his mouth, licking along the lower shaft that hadn’t made its way down Aiden’s throat.
“Good, bitch. Good, fagget. Service that black cock. Both of you! I want your wife to suck the salt off my nuts while you get me ready for her, boy!”
Azu kept hands on his hips, legs spread wide, gazing down upon the white couple servicing him. By the flicker of flames, he could see the new obedience in Aiden’s eyes, placid and calm as he sucked back Azu’s ebony dagger. Autumn buried her face in his sweaty, hairy ballsack, tongue roaming wild.
“I’m going to bend your wife over in the dirt and fuck her like a dog, cuck,” Azu laughed, slamming into the back of Aiden’s dutiful gullet. “You can take turns tonguing her clit and sucking my dirty ballsack. You’d like that wouldn’t you, fagget?”
Aiden only glared up at his black master.
“I asked you a question, boy!” Azu slapped him across the face with his rod, now fully erect and strong as a Maglite. “Wouldn’t you like to tongue my dirty balls while I fuck your wife?”
“Y-y-yes, Azu. Yes, I would,” Aiden said meekly, the defeat in his face visible from Mars. His wife laughed at him again, before shoving Azu’s African cock down his throat.
“I think he likes it,” Autumn snickered, her vice grip around Azu’s veiny shaft, driving it deep into Aiden’s skull. “He looks like he’s good at it too.”
“Yes,” Azu agreed, flexing in Aiden’s throat, “white boy is a natural at sucking African dick. Like he was born to do it. Good girl, keep feeding him.”
Aiden felt their eyes on him, judging and mocking. He felt his wife’s sturdy grip on the back of his head as she held him in place, using Azu’s penis like a stick shift in his mouth. His bare, naked cock stuck out into the cool night, leaking from the tip, and betraying him despite his protests.
“Lay down on your back, Mshindwi. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
Aiden gasped for air, drool streaming down his chin, as he lay naked on the warm stone. His 6-inch cock jutted straight up, defying gravity and challenging Aiden to another time his dick had been so hard.
“Bend over him, bitch,” Azu sang in his native accent, stroking his gleaming pecker.
“Yes, daddy,” the excitement in Autumn’s voice palpable.
She planted her palms on either side of Aiden, coming in on all fours so that his eyeline was level with her pink folds and moist, hot cunt. Pitying her beta husband, Autumn dipped her pussy down and drug it across his nose.
CRACK!
“OH!” she screamed.
The red handprint on her ass was swelling when Azu grabbed her around the hips, squatting low enough to get his swollen black prick even with her cherry cave. He could see Aiden squirming down there below, his frightened eyes darting between his wife’s snatch and the rigid, African cock. Autumn arched her back and Azu spread her sticky wet lips wide, iring the damage he’d done just the night before.
“She’s loosening up for me, cuck boy. She won’t feel you anymore when I finish with her tonight.”
Aiden saw the head slide in easily, as if his wife’s cunt begged for the injection. He felt her body tremble all around him, felt her hanging tits on his thighs as Azu went further. She was whining into the night, high and loud like nobody could hear. And nobody could. They were, after all, deep in Colorado backcountry.
Azu fucked her steadily, plowing further with each stroke until his leathery ballsack began to drag across Aiden’s forehead.
“Suck my nuts, fagget,” Azu commanded, “while I break your wife in!”
Aiden adjusted slightly, tilting his head up with tongue out, searching for Azu’s gargantuan testes. He coughed at first as the hairy balls slid across his tongue, filling his mouth with man, and sweat. The lower-hanging of the two plopped into his mouth, the pubes tickling him as his tongue fondled the black nut.
“Suck suck suck,” Azu moaned, “suck my big Africa nuts. Show your wife how much you love black dick.” Azu kept his pumps hard and shallow, not allowing his leathery sack to leave Aiden’s greedy mouth. It was more than enough for Autumn, who now squeezed Aiden’s thigh for as she tried to take what Azu gave her.
“Oh…fuck! Fuck! Azu! Ow! Oh!” she pleaded.
“Stay still, white bitch. Your husband’s mouth is full of my swollen black balls!”
“Oh fuck! FUCK!” she screamed.
“Listen to your wife scream on my cock, Mshindwi. Listen to her make noises you’ve never heard before. All while you gobble like the little fagget you are!”
Azu’s pace quickened, and his strokes became long and deliberate. His soaked nutsack momentarily left Aiden’s mouth, which he quickly replaced with his wife’s readily available clit. He locked his lips around it, sucking and licking.
“OOOHHH!” she began to wail.
“Good, cuck. You know what to do!” Azu panted, sweat pouring onto the woman beneath him, “this is how you get your wife off now!”
“I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming!” she shrieked.
Azu bottomed out in her cunt while Aiden kept her love button in a vice grip between his lips and tongue. She nearly collapsed on top of him, his face slick with a mixture of her juice and Azu’s.
The African guide didn’t bother to let her rest. He lifted her from the rock, sliding both of his long arms underneath her knees. Instinctively, Autumn wrapped her dainty arms around his wide neck, hanging on as he brought his cock to her entrance once more.
“Get on your knees and clean her asshole,” Azu commanded, sliding himself back inside, “clean her asshole with your tongue while I fuck her like you never could!” Azu kept Autumn there, suspended in his arms and shaking as he fucked her standing.
Aiden’s knobby knees dug into the rock as his face disappeared between his wife’s asscheeks. Licking and probing her taut hole, he could feel the impact of Azu’s cock with each merciless, speedy thrust.
“Now clean, fagget!” Azu raised Autumn off his cock like a feather weight, dislodging his dick from her aching hole. Face to face with big black cock once more, Aiden dove in this time with no regret and no restraint. He used two hands to feel it, the strength and girth aweing him even as he choked on it.
“How’s your wife taste, fagget? Good? How’s my big nigga dick taste? Suck it up. Gag fagget boy!”
Aiden let himself worship the black mass, drooling and fawning over it like a holy chalice. Constantly it leaked, dripping that hot salt cum into his mouth. He could hear them above, kissing and making out, their tongues and lips sucking ionately. On his knees and forgotten, Aiden tried to please the giant African with all his might.
Azu deposited her back onto his throbbing meat, his hips easily plowing forth to pillage her sloppy, spread pussy.
“Get behind me, fagget,” Azu said, the white girl sliding in his arms, “spread my black ass cheeks.”
“I don’t know if I want to- “Aiden started.
“Shut the fuck up before I make your wife pregnant bitch boy!” Azu shouted. Autumn could have cared less about the insult and threat, holding on for dear life as Azu wore her out.
Aiden scampered to the other side, positioning himself behind Azu.
“Go on,” Azu clamored, his eyes never leaving the fuck-doll in his arms, “spread them.”
Aiden’s fingertips found the crack of Azu’s ass and slipped in, parting the two slabs of ebony muscle.
“Clean,” Azu said.
Aiden must have taken too long for Azu’s liking, for out of nowhere he suddenly felt his wife’s hands on the back of his head, shoving him forward into that dark
cave. She had gotten down off the black tree that was Azu, and now seemed intent on completing her husband’s humiliation.
It was hairy and wet, but it was not unpleasant. His tongue found that sacred black hole and he began to work it the only way he knew how.
“Good white fagget, suck my asshole!” Azu pushed his back into the white boy, “Suck it! Show your wife what a good little fag you are. Worship my fucking asshole. Suck it! Lick it!”
Aiden did as he was told. In between Azu’s commands came his wife’s honest, cruel laughter. And still, his hard-on poked at the night, untouched and ignored.
“I’m ready for white boy pussy,” Azu said, stepping forward and releasing Aiden from the clutches of his butthole. “Now we show your wife what you are truly good for, boy. Lay down on your back!”
In a fog, Aiden felt himself guided to the ground by his loving wife. She made sure he was comfortable, his back down and jutting cock pointed at the sky. As he stared up at the millions of stars overhead, he felt Azu’s fierce, strong hands spreading and stretching his legs up towards his head. He tried to look and see what was happening, but Autumn had taken up a seat on his face, blocking his vision entirely with cunt and asshole.
Azu’s voice came through in a muffle.
“First we loosen your white boy pussy up,” Azu said, and Aiden felt a rough finger pushing against his virgin hole. “Very tight. We will fix that.”
Aiden tried to cry out, the discomfort of Azu’s two knuckles getting the better of him, but it was drowned out by Autumn’s grinding cunt. It was still slick from fucking, and it tasted an awful lot like Azu’s cock.
“Hold still, fagget. Now we show your wife.”
Something unimaginable pushed at the doors of Aiden’s virginity. He felt his wife lean over above him, heard her spit onto the machinery below. Felt her hot saliva against his tiny, puckered asshole.
And then it began to push. Separating him.
“UUGGGHH! FUCK!” Aiden grunted.
“Tight white boy pussy,” Azu droned on, “just as I like it.”
“UGGHH”
“Hold still, Aiden,” she moaned, sliding on his face. “It’ll be over soon.”
“Just like I said,” Azu spat, forcing the head into the white boy’s anus, “a fagget for black cock.”
“UUUGGHH!”
In the dancing flames of the campfire, Aiden’s body was the bridge between Autumn and Azu. As the African began to fuck the boy, using just a few inches to prod in and out, he leaned across and locked lips with the conquered white wife. In unison, the trio cried out in pain, pleasure, and submission.
“Fuck my husband in the ass,” she said, eye to eye with Azu. “Fuck him like the fagget he is!”
“Oh it fucking huuurts,” Aiden whimpered below, “it’s too fucking biiiiig.”
“Get off your husband’s face, bitch. I want to see him when I cover him in my African nut.”
Autumn slid from her husband’s face and sat bare-assed on the rock with her legs spread. She pleasured herself, as if possessed by fire, watching Azu own him. When Aiden finally caught sight of what was being done to him, his cries turned to panicked moans.
The hard, jutting prick on his stomach looked purple.
“Finish your husband,” Azu commanded, “I want this fagget to cum while I fuck him in the ass.”
Autumn took hold of it in her hand, pumping twice the rate that Azu fucked his ass. It took only a few pumps and suddenly it was shooting and spraying upwards, streaking Aiden’s pale body. She let go of it, watching it spit and sputter as the long black dick worked its way in and out of his ass.
“OOHH!” Aiden cried, his semen hot and sticky against his abdomen.
“Happy now, fagget?”
Azu yanked himself from the white boy’s butt. Planting his feet to either side of Aiden’s lolling head, he knelt way down, getting his mushroom tip just inches from Aiden’s exasperated face.
“Open,” Azu commanded. “UGH! UGH!”
Fat, creamy streaks shot forth, splashing, and covering Aiden’s face. The white man grimaced, trying to hide but nowhere to go.
“UGH! UGH!”
Coating his eyes and forehead, dripping into his short blonde hair, dribbling on
his lips and making him gag. It kept coming, warm and oozing and a sticky mess. Azu grunted and sprayed until there was nothing left, the whole of his seed spent on the white boy’s face.
Shadows danced across Aiden’s cum-covered body. His wife finished herself off, staring at the chiseled African who gloated over her husband’s used body. Azu stared at Aiden a long time, his fantastic black pecker slowly lowering to sleep between his toned thighs.
“Tonight, Autumn sleeps in my tent,” Azu announced. “You sleep alone, fagget. But you may listen. And you may jerk your little white dick to the sounds of your wife pleasing a real man.”
“You’re not done?” Aiden asked winded, watching as Azu scooped Autumn into his arms and threw her over his shoulder.
“I’ve extended our camping trip another day,” Azu called, walking off into the darkness. “Now put some ice on your asshole and go to bed.”
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“Move your ass, boy! If you can’t keep up, we’ll leave you!”
Aiden clenched his teeth. Long, heavy breathes rushed through his nostrils, he felt his heartbeat in his neck. He was exhausted. They were only six miles into a three-day backpacking trip and already he wondered if he could make it. At their current pace, and the approximate altitude of 9,000 feet, he was certain he could not.
“Too many video games and junk food for you, Aiden,” their guide, Azu taunted him. “Even your wife is outperforming you!” The lanky, towering African put hands on his hips and smiled down at Aiden’s misery from the top of the ridge. Behind him was a backdrop of shocked-blue sky, and the hard, etched lines of the Rocky Mountains.
“Of all the fucking backpacking guides in Colorado…” Aiden mumbled, hitching his heavy pack up and putting one foot in front of the other. As he ascended the steep, rocky ridge, he caught sight of his wife, Autumn, just reaching the top. Azu’s strong, bare black arm reached out and took her pale, white hand in his, pulling her to the top.
Adrenaline kicked in for Aiden as his eyes settled on the image at the top of the crest: his petite, ample-breasted wife chuckling and joking with the towering, shirtless African with the accent and arrogant smile. Aiden’s pace hastened, and he resolved to out before he fell behind the two of them again.
“So, what brought you two love birds out to Colorado for backpacking?” Azu asked them a while later, hiking across flat terrain much to Aiden’s relief.
“I’ve always been an avid hiker,” Autumn said spritely, her strawberry blonde hair tied up in a tight bun on the top of her head. “Aiden’s never really been into if so, I figured it we came to a beautiful place like Colorado and did some backcountry stuff, it might convince him to do it with me more often!”
“I’m into it,” Aiden disagreed, hooking his thumbs through the straps of his backpack. “I just don’t go as often as you because I work a lot more than you- “
“Takes a certain type to camp this place,” Azu cut him off. “Strength not only of will, but of body. I saw the way you were gassed on that ridge line back there, Aiden. I think I agree with Autumn when she says you’re not into it.” Azu’s broad chest was slick with sweat in the afternoon heat. He walked side by side with Autumn, while Aiden trailed slightly behind.
“I don’t think I’d be here if I weren’t- “Aiden started to retort.
“Your wife on the other hand,” Azu interrupted again nonchalantly, “was born for it. A natural pro, I’d said. She packs light, keeps up, doesn’t complain. All traits you could learn from, Aiden.”
Autumn beamed at the compliment, deaf to the insult at her husband. Her midsection was bare from her tummy to just above the ribs. She preferred to hike in comfortable, minimal clothing. So, a sports bra and short hiking shorts were about it for her. Back in town, before the three of them set off on their backpacking trip, Aiden had begged her to put more clothes on.
“Is this because he’s tall and handsome?” Autumn had scolded him, offended at the very notion she should cover up.
“Oh, so he’s handsome now?” Aiden whispered angrily, arguing with her in the back of the gear shop. “Look, I didn’t know our guide was going to be some arrogant foreign guy with a hard on for you and- “
“Please, Aiden. You sound so silly. Your jealousy is gross and gives away a lack of confidence.” She flipped her ponytail at him, resuming her hunt for a pair of sunglasses. “Besides, you’ve only just met him. I’m sure he’s a great guide and a nice guy. Just because he made fun of your arms doesn’t mean he’s an asshole.”
“I don’t give a shit if he makes fun of me, Autie. But he was obviously checking out your tits, and when you turned around, he practically fucking whistled at your ass. Now you expect me to spend three days with this fucking stranger. Fine. We’ve come a long way and I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you. Because I love you. But could you at least put a shirt on or maybe some jeans?”
“Are you finished?” she asked.
“Yes…”
“Good. Get our packs from the car, we’re leaving soon.”
And so, they had. And here they were. Several miles from any sign of civilization and getting further away with each step.
As they traveled deeper into Colorado back country, Aiden found himself staring at Azu’s broad, intense shoulders. The burdensome backpack clung to his black body but seemed to weigh nothing to the man lugging it. When Azu spoke, his voice was low and rumbly. Much lower than Aiden’s nasally whine. Though he couldn’t it it to Autumn or himself, what he hated most about Azu had nothing to do with him being a bully or flirting with his wife. It had everything to do with the man that he was, complete and unavoidable.
Saving his breath, Aiden walked in silence behind his wife and the guide, bearing every flirtatious volley with harsh breathes and irritated sighs.
“I hear there are lots of hot springs in Colorado, is that true Azu?” she asked him. Aiden could hear in his wife’s voice how obsessed she was with that name. Azu.
“Yes. Many hot springs,” Azu’s baritone came like tribal music in the fresh mountain air. “But one rule at every hot spring, and you cannot break the rule.”
“What rule is that?” Autumn asked.
“No clothes allowed in the hot spring!” Azu let loose a bellowing, toothy laugh.
“Oh, Azu! You’re so bad!” Autumn slapped him playfully on the bicep, giggling along with him.
“Except maybe Aiden,” Azu went on, turning his arrogant smile on the kid
behind him, “maybe he wears floaties or a diaper!” Azu’s laugh doubled in volume, and the shock in Autumn’s eyes quickly gave way to mirth. The two of them carried on ahead as Aiden fell further back, shaking his head.
The trio hiked all day, deeper into the San Juan Mountain range. Around 5 O’clock they came into an Aspen grove with ample shade, and an easy altitude of 7,000 feet.
“We make camp here,” Azu announced, sliding his pack off his back.
“You’re such a great guide, Azu,” Autumn gushed, “really, thank you so much. Today has been great and I’m sure it’s only going to get better.”
“You’re right about that, baby,” he winked at her.
Disgusted at the blatant use of ‘baby’ in regard to his wife, Aiden slammed his pack on the ground. He sat down in the dirt next to it, depleted and angry. Autumn shrugged off her husband’s tantrum with an eyeroll.
“Where should we set the tents up, Azu?” she asked.
“Here,” he motioned to a clearing amongst the aspens, “and further on. There!”
“Why so far away?” Aiden asked between sips of water.
“So, if an animal comes to one tent, the person in the other can scare it off,” Azu’s eyes fell on Autumn’s petite, bouncy frame.
“An animal?” she asked concerned. “Like a bear or a cougar?”
“Don’t worry so much,” Azu smiled, “if you’d like you can stay in my tent. I’ll protect you.”
For the first time since they’d left that morning, an awkward silence fell. Autumn’s eyes shifted nervously to Aiden, who sat on the ground drinking from his camelback. Aiden tried to think of something to say back, to stick up for himself, but from where he sat Azu seemed a thousand feet tall.
The silence ed, and Azu’s remark went unchecked.
“Aiden,” Azu’s voice filled the aspen grove. “You go back down the way we came, collect firewood. It will be cold tonight and we must have a fire.”
“Me?” Aiden asked, confused. “We were just over that way why didn’t you tell me to get the fire then?”
“Autumn,” Azu ignored the boy, “you set your tent up here. I will set mine up at the other. Let’s get to work.”
Aiden shuffled back towards where the trio had just come from, sparing a glance over his shoulder to make sure that his wife was busying herself with their tent. She was. And Azu had disappeared back over to the far camp site he’d pointed to. Satisfied with their momentary separation, Aiden headed down the hill, collecting firewood as he went.
Firewood took longer than he would have liked. Constantly he stopped to catch his breath, or to retrieve the firewood that tumbled from his weak arms. When he brought the first load up, Autumn was nearly done with their tent. By the second, Azu was sitting on a tree stump, sipping whiskey from a pint-sized bottle. By the third, Autumn was sitting with him, too close for Aiden’s liking.
“Alright I got the firewood,” he said, wiping his hands and approaching his wife.
“Not enough,” Azu said, sipping the brown water. “Needs more.”
“What do you mean? That’s plenty. We’re only here tonight.”
“It gets cold at night, boy. Very cold. Too cold for you, maybe too cold for your wife. You want your wife to freeze? More. More firewood.”
“Give me a hand babe?” Aiden raised his eyebrows at his wife.
“You got it, hon,” she said, reaching for the bottle in Azu’s hand. “I’m bushed.
Been a long day. But another stack or two should do it. You got this!”
“Seriously?” Aiden asked, standing there, watching them.
“You complain too much, boy,” Azu said shooing him off with a wave. “Just do as you’re told, and we have good trip. Stop your whining?”
Aiden made as if to say something else, but Azu flicked both hands at him. Defeated, Aiden returned to the hill, taking another twenty minutes to get his arms full of burnable wood. By the time he returned, it was mostly dark, and a fire was glowing in the middle of their campsite.
“You take too long,” Azu chastised Aiden, as the boy collapsed to the ground next to his wife. “This much wood could have taken you twenty minutes.”
“I did my best…” Aiden trailed off, his eyes heavy and his body weak from the day.
“Are you tired, hon?” Autumn asked him. “Why don’t you go get some sleep? We’ve got another big day tomorrow.”
Like fucking hell I’m leaving you out here with him¸ Aiden thought.
“I’m fine, just want to enjoy the fire I helped build,” Aiden said, straightening
up.
“Tomorrow I will teach you how to start fire, boy. It is something every real man must know how to do.”
“Azu got it started so quickly, Aiden,” Autumn gushed. “You should have seen it!”
Sometime later, Aiden was shaken awake by his wife. Stuck in between the waking world and the unconscious, he allowed her to lead him to the tent where she tucked him. He felt her cold fingers run through his hair, felt the softness of her lips as she kissed his cheek.
“You coming to bed?” he asked in a fog, already falling back to sleep.
“Sure am, hon. Just need to grab my bag…” her voice came through his dream.
As Aiden’s body begged for slumber, so it came. Deep and unmoving. The crack of distant thunder stirred him not. Nor the sounds of animals ing by their camp. Sometime in the early morning before sunrise, he thought he heard the muffled squeals of some small mammal.
And the grunts of something larger.
2
It was around 9 am when Aiden woke (every muscle in his legs and ass sore and aching), camp was empty and the fire smoldering. Thinking perhaps Azu was still asleep in his tent, and that Autumn had gone for a morning walk, Aiden set out towards the sound of water.
The stream ran shallow over rock beds for a quarter of a mile before rounding to the east and widening, here there were different embankments that held small pools of calm, clear mountain water. All around, pines and evergreens stretched towards the blue sky, their thick foliage shielding most of the sunlight. As Aiden walked to the water’s edge looking for signs of his tireless, kinetic wife, he caught sight of something dark and tall splashing in one of the pools. His heart caught in his chest, believing for a moment that perhaps he had stumbled upon a bear.
“Oh my…” Aiden’s voice trailed off, silent under the rush of the mountain stream.
It was Azu. His hairless, ebony body was streaked with stream water, droplets running through the creases of his abdominal muscles. Sun broke through a hole in the forest canopy, basking his blackness in warm light. He stood waist high in the water, the V-line of his lower stomach disappearing into the clearness of the creek. His giant, ashy palms scooped water and brought it to his shaved head, splashing and running down his masculine torso.
Aiden crouched behind a fallen tree and the bushes surrounding it, directly across the river from where Azu was bathing. Peering through the flora, he watched his black backpacking guide dunk down into the freezing stream water, disappearing for a few seconds before emerging with a shout and a splash.
“WOO!” he whooped into the forest. “WOO DAMN! That’s nice!” his deep voice reverberated off the hillside and caused a flutter of wings overhead. His back was to the peeping tom across the water, the crack of his black ass just visible over the water line.
Aiden realized he’d not even dressed that morning, his rush to find Autumn pulling him into the woods before he’d had a chance to put shorts on. Dressed in nothing but briefs, he felt it moving against the cotton. He pushed the thought away, forbidden, and misleading. He was just horny, that’s all. Horny for his wife who hadn’t given him so much as a kiss on the lips since this camping trip had started.
Azu pulled himself from the water dripping, his nakedness illuminated by the morning sun. He lay on his back against a massive, smooth rock just beside the pool.
“No fucking way…” Aiden trembled, the rubbing in his briefs now a stiffness he could not deny.
Azu’s smile was wide, his eyes closed. His legs were spread with knees bent and hanging there against a mound of bushy black pubic hair was his plump, beautiful cock. It draped over his taut, freezing ballsack, stretching far enough for the head to rest on the rock below like some Amazonian python taking a nap.
“But the water’s cold,” Aiden told himself, “It can’t be that big…”
Azu’s eyes opened, his head turned to the sound of something approaching from behind. Aiden’s eyebrows furrowed, confused and more than a little annoyed
that something was interrupting his private show.
“Mind if I you?” came a familiar voice, barely audible under the din of rushing water.
Aiden watched her emerge from the forest, sweating and panting. She wore hiking shorts and a sports bra that seemed to struggle with the weight of her jiggling breasts. She stepped down the rocks one by one to the side of the pool.
“I insist you me,” Azu said, sitting up on the rock.
“Is it cold?” Autumn asked, seemingly unfazed by Azu’s nudity.
“Not cold enough,” he eyed her as she dipped her toes in.
“Oh, that’s freezing!” she winced, jumping back from the pool.
Aiden shifted uncomfortably from his hiding spot. The last twenty-four hours had been hell, watching the way the two of them flirted and seemed to delight in his own personal agony. But this, watching his supple wife with barely any clothes on, mere feet from the hung, wet bully…he didn’t know if he could take it. The thought of interrupting them crossed his mind, but when he looked at that thing between Azu’s legs, he held off.
What exactly could Aiden say? And would they listen?
“Don’t be scared, girl,” Azu laughed, spreading his legs wider. “Get in that water. Nothing better after a morning hike. But don’t get your clothes wet.”
“Oh really?” she flirted, “and just how do you expect me to get in without getting my clothes wet?”
Azu spread his arms wide, motioning at his own bare body.
“Uh-huh,” she bit her lip.
The hard-on in Aiden’s little boxer briefs refused to subside, even against the fog of jealousy and anger. His hatred for Azu had reached new levels last night, so had the disappointment in his wife. And what had started as a naughty, forbidden daydream, watching Azu bath…was quickly becoming a waking nightmare.
“Close your eyes,” she pointed at him, “and no peeking.”
Azu laughed heartily, his deep baritone rolling across the water. He rolled his eyes at her, and then he shut them.
“You better fucking not…” Aiden whispered at his wife, and to no one at all.
Autumn peeled the pink sports bra off and over her head. Lush, defined tan lines outlined her voracious, milky breasts. They hung like grapefruits needing harvest, wide, pale nipples erect against the excitement of the chilly water awaiting her. She flicked the button on her tan hiking shorts, unzipping them and bending over to remove them entirely.
“You fucking asshole,” Aiden huffed from the brush.
Azu’s eyes were open. For how long Aiden did not know for he too was engulfed in the sight of Autumn removing her clothing. And it wasn’t just that his eyes were devouring her, or that arrogant smile as he molested her with his stare…it was his big black cock, steadily waking from its slumber and seeming to grow larger with each ing moment.
“I said no peeking!” Autumn shouted playfully, turning her ass to him, and covering her bare breasts with both arms.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, girl,” Azu said, standing on the rock. “But I’m not sure I’ve ever seen an ass as fine as yours.”
Autumn turned a little and side-eyed him. He towered over her. His manhood swung between strong thighs molded by years of backpacking harsh terrain. It was starting to turn and rise, his rigid nutsack more visible the more aroused he became.
“You have…” she stared breathlessly, her voice a whisper, “the biggest cock I’ve
ever seen.”
“Oh, really?” he said, stepping onto the rock Autumn stood upon. There were inches between their bodies now, Azu’s strong jungle-cock rising and jutting out, defying gravity. “And last night? Is it the biggest you’ve had?”
Aiden’s heart dropped into his stomach.
“Yes…” she whispered, staring down at it.
“Does your wimp husband know yet?”
Aiden’s ears felt boxed, his body suddenly hot and overwhelmed in the cool morning air.
“You’re so mean to him,” she chuckled, “why do you have to be so mean?”
“I’m mean?” he ran his long black fingers across her bare, brown shoulder, “what’s that make you? Biting the pillows so you don’t wake him…”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “He can’t know, he’s too fragile, he’ll- “
Azu’s hand clamped her bony shoulder, and he pushed her down. She fought for
a moment, surprised and scared, eyes wandering around the area and nearly landing on her husband alone in the scrub.
“You’ll learn soon enough,” Azu’s voice changed, cruel and domineering. “It doesn’t matter if he knows or not. He’s not the one calling the shots.” She gave into him, allowing herself to fall to her knees on the slick, cold stone. It was longer than her face, as fat as her forearm. He took it in his hand and brought it to her parting lips. “I’m in charge now, girl. Have been since we set foot on the trail.”
Aiden nearly screamed, the red rocket in his undies straining against its restriction.
“Now make me cum before your loser husband finds us,” he pushed himself into her mouth. Autumn’s drooling tongue found the outline of his head and traced it. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, the coiled black pubes tickling her palms. She jerked him in time with her sucking, the black snake easily filling her mouth and reaching the back of her throat. The sun poured down on the two of them, burning her in places the light had not seen for a long time.
“No hands, baby,” he said, slapping her petite wrists away. “Put them behind your back.”
She did as she was told, her eyes occasionally scanning for a sign of Aiden. Azu palmed her skull with both hands, guiding himself in and out of her gullet, fucking her there in the Rocky Mountains. She struggled often, coughing, and gagging loudly though she tried to muffle the sound.
“Good white girl,” he grunted, plunging deeper. “You need a real man’s dick down your throat.” He held himself there, Autumn’s bulging eyes locked on his, just as he had taught her last night in his tent. “Hold…Hold.” At last, he pulled her off it, ropes of spit and drool falling from her chin. She took no time to catch her breath, greedily shoving it back down her esophagus.
Aiden shook in the bushes, his anger a red-hot knife in the pit of his stomach. He grabbed his treacherous dick and began to stroke it over his briefs, hating himself for it.
“Lick nuts, baby,” Azu pulled it flat against his 6-pack stomach, revealing his shaggy, rigid ballsack. Autumn’s curious tongue licked and sucked at his packed nuts, kissing, and worshipping them both. Azu’s shoved her further, lifting his leg and allowing her pink mouth to find that sacred space between his sack and asshole. She licked.
“Nasty bitch,” he grunted, stroking himself with a tight-fisted grip, feeling her there. He could see her plump, white ass getting red in the sun. He could see his testicles resting on her cheek as she dove further into his bushy, in-between place.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Aiden panted from his hiding place, erupting into the bushes, slicking his palm with hot cum. No sooner had his orgasm subsided than the shame and anger washed over him, pushing him to the brink.
“Yes, baby,” Azu resumed fucking her mouth, “good girl. Finish me before your little cuck husband finds us. You don’t want that do you? No? Then suck. That’s right, closer. Deeper. Oh fuck.”
Aiden stared at his wife’s wild, confused face. She held her own as the African man pummeled her gullet, drool spilling from the sides of her mouth. There was an obedience she showed Azu that Aiden had never seen before. Below the simmering anger of it, there was something else. Something like jealousy.
Azu grunted, Autumn’s wide-eyes bulged with a dawning realization.
“Swallow it, bitch! Oh fuck!”
Azu came in her mouth with no warning. His pumps never slowed, and Autumn felt it, hot and splashing and salty at the back off her throat. She coughed and it ran down her chin, dripping to her bare, sunburned tits.
“Ugh! Fuck!”
She raced to get it back, to swallow all she could but it kept coming. Like a broken fountain machine, it shot and oozed into mouth, his swollen cock vibrating as he filled the forest with his moans. When he dislodged from her throat, she sucked back the last of it and swallowed before it could gag her again.
“You’re a fucking mess,” Azu chuckled at her, iring his nut on her body. “We can’t let him find you like this.” The giant African grabbed her by the arms and lifted Autumn to her feet, before tossing her sideways into the freezing pool.
“You asshole!” she screamed, smiling ear to ear as she emerged from the shallow
pool, wiping his semen from her body.
Aiden could stand it no longer, quietly shuffling from his cucking place and turning back for camp.
Azu watched him go, smiling.
3
Alone and back at camp, Aiden faced the fact that in under 12 hours, Azu had managed to woo and fuck his wife of three years, behind his back, about twenty feet away from where he slept. Not to mention that Autumn had also blown the man in broad daylight, and allowed him to defile her mouth with his cum.
“How?” he asked himself aloud, face in hands. Quietly, he resolved to start breaking down camp. He didn’t know how to bring it up yet, but perhaps it was better if he waited to confront Autumn when this nightmare of a camping trip was over.
The hike to the lake was arduous, most of it uphill. They ed through open ridgeline and shaded Evergreen. The wind blew soft through Aspen trees and in the valley below them they could see herds of Elk.
“We’ll make camp tonight at a cliff that hangs over the lake,” Azu explained, shirtless as ever, with the shortest red hiking shorts Aiden had ever seen. “I will teach Aiden how to make fire, as long as he doesn’t blister his little fingers.”
“You do have soft fingers,” Autumn joked, peeking back at her winded husband. “Like you’ve never had a hard day’s work in your life.”
Aiden tried to respond with something sarcastic, but his lungs wheezed for air.
“If you didn’t have little boy fingers, maybe you could keep up,” Azu kept on. “Where I come from, a man does not get shown out by his wife.”
“Where do you come from Azu?” Autumn inquired, oblivious to Azu’s insults.
“I come from a very small village in Africa…” Azu droned on and soon the two of them, lost in conversation, had left Aiden behind.
Sweat poured from every gland as Aiden watched them go; Azu’s broad, black back, and the shape of his entire legs visible in those red short shorts. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t muscle, and for a moment it was obvious to Aiden why his wife had betrayed him…but he pushed the thought away, determined to catch up with his wife and her lover.
They came to a rock scramble, just steep enough to have to climb over.
“Autumn go first, I go second, Aiden go last,” Azu declared.
“Why don’t you go first?” Aiden asked.
“So, I can give her push up, then I climb up, and then I help you up. You will not make the climb on your own, because you are not strong enough.” Azu’s African accent made the insult sound jovial and disarming.
“Just let him help me up, hon it’s not- “
“No. That’s BS,” Aiden’s temper flared, “I can so make it up this little scramble.
So, I’ll go first. And then I’ll help you two up since you’re so fucking inseparable.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Autumn asked.
“White boy has courage, let him try his best.”
Aiden glared at his wife before tightening the straps on his pack and approaching the rock scramble. He found purchase on the stones above him and got a foot in to begin his ascent. Reaching up he found another rock to latch both hands to, but as he attempted to pull his weight up to the top of the rock pile, his arms gave out.
He fell to his side, tumbling down the little progress he’d made, landing on his back at Azu’s feet.
“Wimpy white boy,” Azu smiled, leaning down, and grabbing Aiden by the shirt collar, “let Azu show you!” The large African man yanked Aiden back to his feet.
Fuming, Aiden watched Autumn start in the same position he did at the rock scramble. As she began to lift her foot to the next ledge Azu grabbed her low around the waist, his fingers curling around her upper thighs and his thumbs pushing into her supple, bubble butt, and lifted her easily up and to the top of the rock pile. She grabbed hold up top and pulled herself the rest of the way, not without a pat on the ass from her tour guide.
Aiden’s jaw dropped at the bluntness of Azu’s actions.
Azu turned and winked at the boy.
“That’s why your wife go first,” Azu grinned. Then the African turned and jumped, easily catching the ledge above him, and doing a simple chin up to get the rest of his body over the scramble. Leaning over the edge he offered his hand to Aiden, “now your turn. Grab hold, Aiden.”
Hesitant, Aiden stood on tip toes and reached his hand into the dark African man’s. A sudden strength closed around him, lifting him from the ground. A second later Azu’s other hand shot out and latched onto Aiden around the elbow. With a snort and a grunt, Azu lifted Aiden to the ledge.
“Holy shit…” Aiden said in amazement at the man’s strength, dusting off the front of his shorts as he stood.
“Onward,” Azu said, his back already to him.
Autumn lingered, raising her eyebrows at her husband.
“You just gonna let him grab your ass like that?” Aiden accused her.
“He didn’t grab anything. He was just helping me up. Just like he helped you
up.” She rolled her eyes and walked away from him.
“Is that what you call it these days, Autie? ‘Helping?’”
Autumn halted.
“You think I don’t know? I saw you with him this morning.”
She turned to him, breathing fast and eyes on fire.
“So why didn’t you do anything, Aiden?” her voice simmered, biting. “If you knew, why wouldn’t you say hey that’s my fucking wife and stop him?”
“Why didn’t you?” he shot back.
“Maybe you liked it…I bet you did,” she shook her head. “I think if you didn’t you wouldn’t still be here. And maybe that’s not all you want. I saw the way you looked at him when he picked you up just now.”
“Stop it,” he snapped. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Do I?”
They glared at each other, the sounds of summer insects rising around them.
“Let’s just get through this trip…we can discuss what comes next later.”
“Fine.”
Autumn stomped off to catch up with Azu. Eyes forward, Aiden followed.
4
That night they made camp on a rock cliff that overlooked the calm, green lake.
“Aiden. Come here, now,” Azu commanded from the dark. The sun was well down and without fire it was hard to see much, especially Azu.
Begrudgingly, Aiden walked to the sound of Azu’s voice and knelt beside him.
“You strike the flint like this,” Azu struck the flint, a tiny ball of fire appeared and faded. “Do it over the tinder, like this.” Again, he struck the flint, scattering little red flames across a stack of tinder tucked between logs. Then he handed the kit to Aiden.
Aiden began to strike, scattering tiny embers across the dry wood.
“Like that, boy,” Azu said, his stare intense on Aiden, inches away. “You will start fire because tonight we need light. Not just for warmth, but to see. You need to see, Aiden.”
Aiden’s hands shook, he could feel Azu’s pitiless gaze bearing down.
“You will need to see much, Aiden,” Azu continued, “you have been lazy this trip. You have let your wife run amok and you have let me speak to you as I wish. You are what they call in my village a mshindwi.”
Well accustomed to Azu’s nightly insults, Aiden kept his mind to his task. The tinder below his embers was beginning to smoke.
“What is mshindwi?” Autumn asked from the black.
“Mshindwi means loser. Weakling. Beta.”
The tinder ignited in a soft gasp, casting a low light on the rock around them. Aiden’s eyes never left the fire as the logs caught, more illumination filling the night. Soon the flames engulfed the wood, and the shadow of burn licked the three of them on the mountain top.
“You’re a bully, Azu,” Aiden said through clenched teeth, his tired face fully visible. “And I think I’ve had enough of your shit.” Aiden stood suddenly, fists clenched and standing over the kneeling African.
“Aiden, no…” Autumn drifted into view, her hands raised and pleading.
“You’re an asshole, Azu. You know that?” Aiden spoke down to him, “And I know what you did with my wife. And I think it’s fucking- “
The rest of his words were muffled, a shadow in the night Azu had sprung to his feet and grabbed hold of the boy, wrestling him to the ground with a savage ease. Autumn placed shocked hands over her open mouth. Aiden squealed like a little girl.
“You think I didn’t see you staring, fagget?” Azu shouted in Aiden’s face. “You think I didn’t see you staring at my black cock by the stream?”
“It’s not true,” Aiden shook under Azu’s vice grip, “I swear Autumn it’s not!”
“Be careful with him Azu!” Autumn pleaded, “he’s fragile!”
Azu tightened the headlock around Aiden so that the white boy’s face went a deep red. Aiden was on his knees, his feeble hands pulling at Azu’s ebony physique.
“You can lie to your wife, fagget. But not to me. I saw you. Staring at me washing off. Jerking off while I fucked your white wife!”
“Aiden!” Autumn cried, disgusted. “You jerked off?
Aiden’s reply was spittle and gasps.
“You finally do one thing right, start fire that I show you, and you think you big and tough. Tough enough to speak down to me? You will learn your lesson tonight, fagget!” Azu dropped the headlock and let Aiden fall to the dirt, coughing.
“Are you ok, Aiden?” Autumn asked half-heartedly, walking to his side, putting a hand on his back.
“I want to go home…” Aiden sobbed, attempting to stand back up.
“No!” Azu commanded, using his foot to push Aiden’s knee in, causing the boy to drop back to the ground. “You’re not going anywhere until you show your wife what a little fagget you are!” Azu grabbed his red short shorts by the waist band and pulled them down. Flame and shadow licked his dark body, his cut physique and startling endowment cast a mythic figure.
“Oh my God, no…no, don’t” Aiden made a weak attempt to shield his eyes from the African’s nudity. Azu grabbed him by the top of his head, hair clutched in a dark fist, and turned him so that he could see.
“Look at it, white boy, I know you want to,” Azu chided. “Bigger closer up? Here, look harder.”
Azu grabbed his flaccid, behemoth cock and began to slap Aiden across the face with it.
“Ah! No!” Aiden cried.
Autumn had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle the amusement, but it was no use. It came out in a quick puff and turned to high, rapid chuckling. She backed away from the two, giving them room but unable to catch herself from outright
laughter at her husband. He was trying to shield himself without touching it, but Azu just slapped his hands away and kept batting.
“Shut the fuck up, fagget! You want it! You know you want it! Look at your wife, white boy. She laughs at you!”
Aiden could smell the sweat on it, the ripeness of his ballsack after a day of hiking. Sometimes the snake would smack his lips, and he could almost taste the blackness on Azu’s African dong.
“That’s right, fagget. Settle down. Know your place. Now when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it! I tell you to get firewood, you get firewood. I say open wide, you suck my fucking nigga dick!”
Azu jammed it into Aiden’s protesting mouth, pushing past his lips, and gouging the boy’s cheek.
“Keep your fucking jaw wide Mshindwi,” Azu smacked him in the head, “I feel teeth on my cock I’m gonna leave you out here for the wolves!” The wind went out of Aiden, and he knelt there, letting Azu dig around in his mouth.
“Ho-ho-ly shit,” Autumn stuttered on her laughter, gripping her stomach.
“Suck my cock, fagget. Listen to your wife laugh at you. I came deep in her fucking cunt last night while you were sleeping, and I came in her fucking mouth this morning. Did you know that, fagget? She’s my fucking bitch now.
And so are you!”
Aiden felt Azu stiffen between his cheeks. He tasted what he knew could only be cum, dripping hot down the back of his tongue. As Azu berated him, he dug further into Aiden’s virgin throat.
“That’s it, fagget. Gag on it. Good. Like that. That’s what your fucking throat was made for. Taking black cock. You like it? I bet you do. Your wife’s going to take your cock out and we’re going to see how much you like it.”
Azu nodded at Autumn, who for the moment had gained control of her giggles. She knelt and grabbed the button on Aiden’s hiking pants, pulling the zipper down. He fought her just a little, but she laughed him off, finagling the shorts down to his thighs.
“I can see your little cock from her, bitch,” Azu held Aiden’s head with both hands, fucking his mouth rhythmically. “Go on, pull it. Pull out your husband’s little white cock.”
Autumn snickered in her husband’s ear as she yanked down on the cotton briefs, pulling them to where his shorts were wrapped about his thighs.
“Oh my God,” she said with donning realization, “you do like cock.”
“NO!” Aiden tried to scream through a mouthful of meat.
“Your little cock is hard from sucking, fagget,” Azu grunted, picking up his pace and railing Aiden’s face more viciously. “Your wife was wet before I fucked her. I made her sniff my nutsack before I let her feel it. She begged me, fag boy. Just like you’re gonna do.”
Aiden tried to look up at his wife but the mirth in her eyes killed him. Instead, he looked straight ahead, eye to eye with Azu’s wiry black bush. He’d swallowed some of the pubic hairs already, they were unavoidable with the way Azu was digging his throat out.
“Get on your knees next to your bitch husband and feed him my cock!” Azu commanded.
Autumn pulled her sports bra over her head and tossed it. Getting down next to her husband, tits jiggling, she used one hand to hold Aiden still and the other to grip Azu’s demanding dick. Face to face with her husband she guided it deep into his mouth, licking along the lower shaft that hadn’t made its way down Aiden’s throat.
“Good, bitch. Good, fagget. Service that black cock. Both of you! I want your wife to suck the salt off my nuts while you get me ready for her, boy!”
Azu kept hands on his hips, legs spread wide, gazing down upon the white couple servicing him. By the flicker of flames, he could see the new obedience in Aiden’s eyes, placid and calm as he sucked back Azu’s ebony dagger. Autumn buried her face in his sweaty, hairy ballsack, tongue roaming wild.
“I’m going to bend your wife over in the dirt and fuck her like a dog, cuck,” Azu laughed, slamming into the back of Aiden’s dutiful gullet. “You can take turns tonguing her clit and sucking my dirty ballsack. You’d like that wouldn’t you, fagget?”
Aiden only glared up at his black master.
“I asked you a question, boy!” Azu slapped him across the face with his rod, now fully erect and strong as a Maglite. “Wouldn’t you like to tongue my dirty balls while I fuck your wife?”
“Y-y-yes, Azu. Yes, I would,” Aiden said meekly, the defeat in his face visible from Mars. His wife laughed at him again, before shoving Azu’s African cock down his throat.
“I think he likes it,” Autumn snickered, her vice grip around Azu’s veiny shaft, driving it deep into Aiden’s skull. “He looks like he’s good at it too.”
“Yes,” Azu agreed, flexing in Aiden’s throat, “white boy is a natural at sucking African dick. Like he was born to do it. Good girl, keep feeding him.”
Aiden felt their eyes on him, judging and mocking. He felt his wife’s sturdy grip on the back of his head as she held him in place, using Azu’s penis like a stick shift in his mouth. His bare, naked cock stuck out into the cool night, leaking from the tip, and betraying him despite his protests.
“Lay down on your back, Mshindwi. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
Aiden gasped for air, drool streaming down his chin, as he lay naked on the warm stone. His 6-inch cock jutted straight up, defying gravity and challenging Aiden to another time his dick had been so hard.
“Bend over him, bitch,” Azu sang in his native accent, stroking his gleaming pecker.
“Yes, daddy,” the excitement in Autumn’s voice palpable.
She planted her palms on either side of Aiden, coming in on all fours so that his eyeline was level with her pink folds and moist, hot cunt. Pitying her beta husband, Autumn dipped her pussy down and drug it across his nose.
CRACK!
“OH!” she screamed.
The red handprint on her ass was swelling when Azu grabbed her around the hips, squatting low enough to get his swollen black prick even with her cherry cave. He could see Aiden squirming down there below, his frightened eyes darting between his wife’s snatch and the rigid, African cock. Autumn arched her back and Azu spread her sticky wet lips wide, iring the damage he’d done just the night before.
“She’s loosening up for me, cuck boy. She won’t feel you anymore when I finish with her tonight.”
Aiden saw the head slide in easily, as if his wife’s cunt begged for the injection. He felt her body tremble all around him, felt her hanging tits on his thighs as Azu went further. She was whining into the night, high and loud like nobody could hear. And nobody could. They were, after all, deep in Colorado backcountry.
Azu fucked her steadily, plowing further with each stroke until his leathery ballsack began to drag across Aiden’s forehead.
“Suck my nuts, fagget,” Azu commanded, “while I break your wife in!”
Aiden adjusted slightly, tilting his head up with tongue out, searching for Azu’s gargantuan testes. He coughed at first as the hairy balls slid across his tongue, filling his mouth with man, and sweat. The lower-hanging of the two plopped into his mouth, the pubes tickling him as his tongue fondled the black nut.
“Suck suck suck,” Azu moaned, “suck my big Africa nuts. Show your wife how much you love black dick.” Azu kept his pumps hard and shallow, not allowing his leathery sack to leave Aiden’s greedy mouth. It was more than enough for Autumn, who now squeezed Aiden’s thigh for as she tried to take what Azu gave her.
“Oh…fuck! Fuck! Azu! Ow! Oh!” she pleaded.
“Stay still, white bitch. Your husband’s mouth is full of my swollen black balls!”
“Oh fuck! FUCK!” she screamed.
“Listen to your wife scream on my cock, Mshindwi. Listen to her make noises you’ve never heard before. All while you gobble like the little fagget you are!”
Azu’s pace quickened, and his strokes became long and deliberate. His soaked nutsack momentarily left Aiden’s mouth, which he quickly replaced with his wife’s readily available clit. He locked his lips around it, sucking and licking.
“OOOHHH!” she began to wail.
“Good, cuck. You know what to do!” Azu panted, sweat pouring onto the woman beneath him, “this is how you get your wife off now!”
“I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming!” she shrieked.
Azu bottomed out in her cunt while Aiden kept her love button in a vice grip between his lips and tongue. She nearly collapsed on top of him, his face slick with a mixture of her juice and Azu’s.
The African guide didn’t bother to let her rest. He lifted her from the rock, sliding both of his long arms underneath her knees. Instinctively, Autumn wrapped her dainty arms around his wide neck, hanging on as he brought his cock to her entrance once more.
“Get on your knees and clean her asshole,” Azu commanded, sliding himself back inside, “clean her asshole with your tongue while I fuck her like you never could!” Azu kept Autumn there, suspended in his arms and shaking as he fucked her standing.
Aiden’s knobby knees dug into the rock as his face disappeared between his wife’s asscheeks. Licking and probing her taut hole, he could feel the impact of Azu’s cock with each merciless, speedy thrust.
“Now clean, fagget!” Azu raised Autumn off his cock like a feather weight, dislodging his dick from her aching hole. Face to face with big black cock once more, Aiden dove in this time with no regret and no restraint. He used two hands to feel it, the strength and girth aweing him even as he choked on it.
“How’s your wife taste, fagget? Good? How’s my big nigga dick taste? Suck it up. Gag fagget boy!”
Aiden let himself worship the black mass, drooling and fawning over it like a holy chalice. Constantly it leaked, dripping that hot salt cum into his mouth. He could hear them above, kissing and making out, their tongues and lips sucking ionately. On his knees and forgotten, Aiden tried to please the giant African with all his might.
Azu deposited her back onto his throbbing meat, his hips easily plowing forth to pillage her sloppy, spread pussy.
“Get behind me, fagget,” Azu said, the white girl sliding in his arms, “spread my black ass cheeks.”
“I don’t know if I want to- “Aiden started.
“Shut the fuck up before I make your wife pregnant bitch boy!” Azu shouted. Autumn could have cared less about the insult and threat, holding on for dear life as Azu wore her out.
Aiden scampered to the other side, positioning himself behind Azu.
“Go on,” Azu clamored, his eyes never leaving the fuck-doll in his arms, “spread them.”
Aiden’s fingertips found the crack of Azu’s ass and slipped in, parting the two slabs of ebony muscle.
“Clean,” Azu said.
Aiden must have taken too long for Azu’s liking, for out of nowhere he suddenly felt his wife’s hands on the back of his head, shoving him forward into that dark
cave. She had gotten down off the black tree that was Azu, and now seemed intent on completing her husband’s humiliation.
It was hairy and wet, but it was not unpleasant. His tongue found that sacred black hole and he began to work it the only way he knew how.
“Good white fagget, suck my asshole!” Azu pushed his back into the white boy, “Suck it! Show your wife what a good little fag you are. Worship my fucking asshole. Suck it! Lick it!”
Aiden did as he was told. In between Azu’s commands came his wife’s honest, cruel laughter. And still, his hard-on poked at the night, untouched and ignored.
“I’m ready for white boy pussy,” Azu said, stepping forward and releasing Aiden from the clutches of his butthole. “Now we show your wife what you are truly good for, boy. Lay down on your back!”
In a fog, Aiden felt himself guided to the ground by his loving wife. She made sure he was comfortable, his back down and jutting cock pointed at the sky. As he stared up at the millions of stars overhead, he felt Azu’s fierce, strong hands spreading and stretching his legs up towards his head. He tried to look and see what was happening, but Autumn had taken up a seat on his face, blocking his vision entirely with cunt and asshole.
Azu’s voice came through in a muffle.
“First we loosen your white boy pussy up,” Azu said, and Aiden felt a rough finger pushing against his virgin hole. “Very tight. We will fix that.”
Aiden tried to cry out, the discomfort of Azu’s two knuckles getting the better of him, but it was drowned out by Autumn’s grinding cunt. It was still slick from fucking, and it tasted an awful lot like Azu’s cock.
“Hold still, fagget. Now we show your wife.”
Something unimaginable pushed at the doors of Aiden’s virginity. He felt his wife lean over above him, heard her spit onto the machinery below. Felt her hot saliva against his tiny, puckered asshole.
And then it began to push. Separating him.
“UUGGGHH! FUCK!” Aiden grunted.
“Tight white boy pussy,” Azu droned on, “just as I like it.”
“UGGHH”
“Hold still, Aiden,” she moaned, sliding on his face. “It’ll be over soon.”
“Just like I said,” Azu spat, forcing the head into the white boy’s anus, “a fagget for black cock.”
“UUUGGHH!”
In the dancing flames of the campfire, Aiden’s body was the bridge between Autumn and Azu. As the African began to fuck the boy, using just a few inches to prod in and out, he leaned across and locked lips with the conquered white wife. In unison, the trio cried out in pain, pleasure, and submission.
“Fuck my husband in the ass,” she said, eye to eye with Azu. “Fuck him like the fagget he is!”
“Oh it fucking huuurts,” Aiden whimpered below, “it’s too fucking biiiiig.”
“Get off your husband’s face, bitch. I want to see him when I cover him in my African nut.”
Autumn slid from her husband’s face and sat bare-assed on the rock with her legs spread. She pleasured herself, as if possessed by fire, watching Azu own him. When Aiden finally caught sight of what was being done to him, his cries turned to panicked moans.
The hard, jutting prick on his stomach looked purple.
“Finish your husband,” Azu commanded, “I want this fagget to cum while I fuck him in the ass.”
Autumn took hold of it in her hand, pumping twice the rate that Azu fucked his ass. It took only a few pumps and suddenly it was shooting and spraying upwards, streaking Aiden’s pale body. She let go of it, watching it spit and sputter as the long black dick worked its way in and out of his ass.
“OOHH!” Aiden cried, his semen hot and sticky against his abdomen.
“Happy now, fagget?”
Azu yanked himself from the white boy’s butt. Planting his feet to either side of Aiden’s lolling head, he knelt way down, getting his mushroom tip just inches from Aiden’s exasperated face.
“Open,” Azu commanded. “UGH! UGH!”
Fat, creamy streaks shot forth, splashing, and covering Aiden’s face. The white man grimaced, trying to hide but nowhere to go.
“UGH! UGH!”
Coating his eyes and forehead, dripping into his short blonde hair, dribbling on
his lips and making him gag. It kept coming, warm and oozing and a sticky mess. Azu grunted and sprayed until there was nothing left, the whole of his seed spent on the white boy’s face.
Shadows danced across Aiden’s cum-covered body. His wife finished herself off, staring at the chiseled African who gloated over her husband’s used body. Azu stared at Aiden a long time, his fantastic black pecker slowly lowering to sleep between his toned thighs.
“Tonight, Autumn sleeps in my tent,” Azu announced. “You sleep alone, fagget. But you may listen. And you may jerk your little white dick to the sounds of your wife pleasing a real man.”
“You’re not done?” Aiden asked winded, watching as Azu scooped Autumn into his arms and threw her over his shoulder.
“I’ve extended our camping trip another day,” Azu called, walking off into the darkness. “Now put some ice on your asshole and go to bed.”
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