It had been an eventful and wild year for the Hamlins. First there was Dolly's prolonged rape that had awakened long suppressed sexual feelings and then the wild and uninhibited voluntary reunion with her rapist. Dolly and her husband, Rob, had returned to their Missouri home and had settled down to a much more satisfying and sexual existence than they had ever known. But the winter had become dull and dreary to the point that it began to make the couple depressed. Dolly suggested that they take a vacation to help get through the doldrums of the grey winter.

After much discussion, they decided that a trip to New Orleans would be just the ticket to revive their lagging spirits. After a little research on the web, they decided that Mardi Gras would be perfect for a well deserved vacation. The decision being made, they began planning for their trip in earnest.

The Hamlins were a couple, both in their second marriage. They made a handsome pair. Rob Hamlin was a trim, but somewhat short Air Force veteran, standing about 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing about 165 pounds. His wife Dolly however was a show stopping beauty with short platinum blonde hair, standing about 5 feet 2 inches and weighing about 125 pounds. Aside from her gorgeous good looks, Dolly sported a spectacular rack of 37 DD tits. The Hamlin's were both of mature years in age, somewhere "north " of 50, but not much.

Rob and Dolly's lives had undergone a monumental change in the past year. First. Their home had been invaded by a large escaped convicted sex offender who preceded to rape Dolly multiple times with the unlikely and amazing outcome of awakening a raging sex desire in his victim. Dolly had come alive under her attackers pummeling oversized cock and had craved satisfaction ever since. The couple had traveled deep into Arkansas on one occasion to have a sex filled reunion with the man who set the long repressed sex juices flowing again in Dolly's fantastic body and mind. Now, they were embarked on a journey to work on fanning their own desires in a glamourous setting : New Orleans.

As the couple drove south through Arkansas, they passed through Mena, where the assignation with Lyle Buhr, Dolly's horse-cock stud had recently took her again and again to sexual paradise, Rob reached over and playfully squeezed Dolly's left breast. Dolly was dressed in a rather tight fitting sleeveless blouse and shorts that hugged her womanly hips and showed her exhibited most of her muscular legs. It was all Rob could do from slipping his hand in the open neckline and fondling Dolly's lace bra covered love mounds. Her tits were just plain gorgeous! His wife responded with a cupping of his cock and balls.

"God... that was a fantastic weekend we had with Lyle, wasn't it?" Dolly exclaimed.

"I don't think I ever came as often or as hard as I did on our wild weekend!" She seemed to lock into a faraway gaze remembering the wonders of that weekend not that far removed from this day.

Rob, too remembering his chance to enjoy sloppy seconds, said "Ahh, me too... you were great, sweetheart!", and cupped his wife's crotch.

A the sun began to fade, Dolly said, " I think we better stop and get some food and gas up soon... maybe find a place to spend the night. What do you think, Rob?"

Rob though that it was a good idea and planned a stop at the next possible opportunity. They were now into Louisiana and the next town was a place named Hosston. The early evening lights of the town were showing in the distance as they got closer to town. As they approached, they saw roadside signs advertising food, gas and lodging. Dolly said, " Probably as good as any place, we'll stop here."

They soon saw an intriguing establishment advertising food, fuel and lodging, named "Traveler's Lodge." While it did not look like the Holiday Inn, it did look reasonably clean and respectable for the hinterlands of Louisiana. Rob therefore pulled in and filled up with gas and told Dolly that he'd check out the restaurant/bar when he paid for the fuel. Returning to the car, he reported that it looked relatively empty and that he had registered a room for the night.

After parking and washing up a bit, the two made their way to the restaurant/bar for something to eat before retiring for the night. The found an empty table and began to study the menu. Shortly, a black girl approached and asked if they were ready to order. It was only then that both Rob and Dolly noted that they were the only white persons in the place. Furthermore, they realized that there was a pool room of sorts attached to the bar and it was populated with a number of what appeared to be working class black men.

Looking about the room, Rob noted that there was a brightly lighted juke box and a small 12X12 dance floor in one corner. Standing at the juke box was a tall, muscular, rather well dressed black man popping quarters in the machine. Soon the room was filled with the bedroom saxophone jazz music. The music was undoubtedly sensuous and suggestive in it's rhythm and tone. Dolly remarked that it seemed somewhat out of place in a restaurant. Rob agreed but mentioned that the place also housed a bar and it wasn't out of place in a bar.

A petite black waitress approached and inquired if they were ready to order. Rob ordered a gin and tonic along with the evenings rib special. Dolly decided on a glass of Chablis and a grilled chicken salad. Having ordered, they were engaged in light conversation when the well dressed large black man approached their table. "Would you care to dance, fine lady?" he politely inquired of Dolly.

"No thank you, Dolly replied, I'm just waiting for dinner to be served."

"If I know anything about this place and its' kitchen, it'll be a while in coming. Surely, you can honor me with a dance and think about how the boy's in back will take it if you refuse me?" His smile radiated confidence and a quiet arrogance as he spoke.

Dolly glanced hesitantly at Rob who shrugged and slightly nodded. "Well alright" Dolly sighed and rose to be led to the micro dance floor by her towering black escort. Once there, the man introduced himself as "Dax" and Dolly responded telling him her name. With that, he swept here into his arms and pressed her body to his and began a slow fully clothed fucking of his prey right there on the dance floor.

As Dax held Dolly's voluptuous body tight against his he felt her soft DD cup tits flatten out against his muscular lower chest. Little by little he began to take small, almost insignificant, liberties with his fleeting touches and feels along Dolly's bodacious backside. Dolly's whispered protests obviously are falling upon deaf ears as Dax's attentions become more audacious. Being almost a full foot taller than Dolly, he knew that she could feel his growing erection pressing insistently up against the gentle curve of her belly. He dropped his left hand down her back and pulled her even closer to his growing manhood. As the strong sexual feelings began to build up in her body, Dolly leaned into her black escort and relaxed and went with the flow. The music, the movement, the large hard cock felt sooo sensuous.

As they swayed to the sensuous rhythm, Dax released Dolly's left hand and placed it on his broad shoulder, With his now free right hand he slid it between their bodies and began a light but insistent massage of Dolly's luscious left breast. Then her silky melon shaped right breast was treated to his ministrations. He softly whispered, "I really would like to fuck you... you are a gorgeous woman and I doubt that your husband can satisfy like I could."

Dolly felt the warm familiar wetness begin to well up in her dampening crotch. She felt flushed and warm all over, but she replied, "Please stop... I'm an old married woman."

Dax persisted, "My God, can't you feel my heat through my cock? I'm about to burst.

I have to have you and I will!"

Dolly thrust her aching body tighter into his throbbing maleness and resignedly said, "Maybe... we'll see."

As Rob started to get up to retrieve his dreamy semi-hypnotized wife, the music ended. As Dax and Dolly returned to their table, Dolly looked up at her dance partner with wide eyed wonder and appreciation. Dax released her hand and thanked her for the dance and remarked, "I hope to see you again... very soon." He had acted every bit the gentleman. As he walked away with a bit of a swagger, Dolly whispered to Rob, "Honey, he just about fucked me right there on the dance floor. And, I wouldn't have stopped him if he had. I could feel his gigantic cock through his pants every time he ground into me."

"Do you think he's bigger than Lyle, Honey?" Rob asked.

"I wouldn't be a bit surprised. Sure felt good, though."

Their little racy repartee was interrupted by the waitress bringing them their food. As she placed the plates in front of them, she turned to Dolly and said, "Dax is a helluva smooth dancin' man, ain't he honey?" She smiled a knowing smile and moved away.

The couple ate their food in relative silence and it being as the hour was getting late, prepared to leave and return to their room for the night. As they paid the bill for the meal and drinks, Rob began to feel dizzy and light-headed. Dolly was experiencing difficulty in getting him out of his chair and on his feet when her dance partner, Dax appearing on the scene.

"It looks like your man is having a problem. May I offer to help you get him to your room?" he asked Dolly.

"Oh, I hope he'll be alright." Dolly responded. "I really would appreciate you help, if you don't mind."

Dax smoothly lifted Rob to his feet and placing his arm around the sagging man, slowly walked him out the door of the restaurant and to the motel portion of the "Travelers Inn."

Their room was a comfortable and clean standard motel room. It had a queen sized bed a small desk and chair and a single more formal sitting chair. All in all, quite adequate for the Hamlins' needs for the night. Dax helped Rob into the overstuffed chair that was in the room. Rob slumped and his head fell forward onto his chest.

The beautiful black man turned to Dolly and said, "I had Sari, the waitress, put a little something in your husband's drink. He won't hurt by it... but he will be out for about 6 hours. That will give us enough time to explore the wonders of the "black experience."

Dolly stood in wide-eyed disbelief. Dax had been deadly serious in his desire to fuck her when he had propositioned her on the dance floor. Now, it was going to happen. She could fight and scream but that would likely bring more problems for Rob and herself. Or... she could accede to the black man's carnal suggestions.

Given those options... to deny the likely pleasure that could be in store, it would be a no-brainer to refuse his offer of black paradise. With that, Dolly sighed again and melted into the arms of her soon-to-be lover.

Dax flicked the room light quickly on and off. Almost instantly, three other black men entered the room. Dax addressed the largest and blackest of the men. "Jess, you help me getting this gorgeous creature ready for the fuckin' of her life... will you?"

"I can't wait... I think she's the best looking honkey I ever seen!" the man replied.

Dax held Dolly close to help reassure her that no real bodily harm would befall her and began a slow undressing of his intended lover. With Dolly's arms around his neck, he undid each button on her sleeveless blouse until it hung open revealing her lace bra encased glorious, heavenly tits. He slowly slid the blouse off her arms and tossed it on a nearby chair. Next he undid the belt and fly buttons of her shorts and dropped them to the floor. Dolly quickly stepped out of them and they joined her blouse on the chair.

Dolly stood hanging on to Dax's rugged body revealed in her full rounded sheer lacy bra and sleek nylon spandex panties. Dax pulled her closer and tilted her head and kissed her deeply while reaching around her back and unhooked her bra. As it fell open, her tits burst from their prison and dropped into his waiting hands. Her tits while large and heavy did not exhibit much of a gravity induced sag. Her nipples were erect, pink and nestled in a silver dollar sized aureola. The men watching this display gasped at the sheer loveliness of the platinum tressed woman before them.

Next, Dax maneuvered his thumbs under the waistband of Dolly's panties and began to ease them off her full rounded hips. Her belly was showing a slight bulge on her otherwise amazingly buff and athletic figure. Her pussy was covered with a trimmed light brown bush that allowed her plump cushiony outlines to be in full view. Dolly was now completely naked and on display and she couldn't have cared less. She was ablaze with expectation of the fiery sexual passion that was ready to consume her.

Dax slowly disengaged from Dolly's embrace and began to disrobe himself. Nodding to the others, they moved in and layed her on the bed... Quickly, two of the large men held Dolly's arms up over her head which caused her swelling pink tipped tits to raise to their maximum loveliness. The third man held her relaxed legs and Dax felt her moistening cunt slit. Realizing that Dolly had put up no resistance, the men holding her arms released one hand each and began kneading and squeezing her mammoth mammaries. Dolly moaned as the sex juices began to flow. "OOOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOOHHHHH!"

She heard Dax tell the men, "Suck those tits, suck 'em 'til they burst!!" The two completely released her hands and arms and set about worrying Doll's swelling pink nipples with their mouth and tongues. Dolly's nipples had always been super sensitive and under the twin assault they popped up like little three quarter inch sentinels and her aureolas puffed up to raise her titty treats to the hungry mouths that were driving her to the edge of her first of many orgasms.

As she became aware of Dax's fingers pumping and finger fucking her cunt into a soon to be welcoming love tunnel. The tit stimulation and his cunt fingering threw her into a shuddering climax! "OOOO!, OOOO!, OOOH!, AAAAAHHHH!" Dolly mewed and catapulted herself into her rippling whole body climax.

Parting her legs, Dax dove his face into her weeping cunt. Her labial lips had swollen and flared open to provide a satiny pink flesh flower topped with a hardening stub of her clit. He locked his lips on the rising bud and rapidly flicked his tongue while sucking it to greater length and sensitivity. Adding to he growing thrill, he inserted three fingers into her now soaking pussy and massaged her G-Spot while his pinkie wiggled inside her ass hole. Dolly responded by moving her pelvis in rapid coital thrusts to meet his maddening tongue and mouth. All the while keening in a high voice, "OOOO, OOOO, OOOO, OOOO!" Dax felt Dolly's vaginal vault balloon and contract against his fingers in spasmodic waves. Her asshole relaxed and as her body stiffened and fell in orgasmic convulsion. Her cunt spasmed and she came with a moan and high pitched grunt and a pelvic slam into Dax's face.

Meanwhile, on the bed the man who had held her legs open for Dax to eat out the lovely woman had released her and gone around to the head of the bed and was holding the biggest, blackest cock Dolly had ever seen over her face and slapping it against her gasping mouth. Getting the massage, Dolly opened wide and tried to take the monster cock into her warm welcoming mouth. Try as she might, she could only get the purple black head of his cock in her mouth. She knew what drove men crazy so she moved her tongue up and down the giant cock's piss slit and around his frenum. It seemed only minutes that she felt the head begin to swell and then erupt with a torrent of semen that blasted down her throat with such force that she didn't have time to try to swallow it all. The owner of the cock pulled it from her mouth and about two tablespoons of cum leaked out behind it.

All through the growing spectacle, a woozy Rob watched with jaw-dropping awe. His cock had grown to its' maximum 6 inch size and was as hard as steel as he watched his wife being worked over by four of the blackest and biggest men he could remember. His own cock glistened with pre-cum oozing from its' tip and his breath came in staccato bursts. He knew if these men did not kill them, he would reap the side-effects and benefits of this rape just like he did with Lyle Buhr's rape of his beautiful sensual wife.

The moving tableau contrasting four black men and his gleaming white, platinum haired, Scandinavian wife in such intimate activities proved to be too erotic for Rob. His cock exploded in a blast of cum that shot a spurting flood into his shorts. And, Dolly had not even been fucked yet. That, however, was about to change.

By now, Dax and the other men had all removed their clothes And stood before Dolly brandishing the quartet of the largest, thickest cocks that she had ever seen. There was no doubt that she was going to be fucked to distraction tonight, so she prepared to enjoy what was sure to follow.

While the two who had been working her tits kept up their maddening tongue lashings, sucking, squeezing, kneading and rolling her delicious globes, Dax prepared to impale Dolly on his monstrous 11 inch ebony shaft. He erection was steely hard and oozing slippery pre-cum as he positioned himself for the slide to paradise. He rubbed and slid his bulbous cockhead up and down Dolly's lubricated honeyed labia and began to wedge it into her heaving body. Millimeter by millimeter, Daxs' jumbo plum shaped cockhead spread Dolly's small cunthole wider and wider to permit passage of his opening salvo. As his cock passed the cunt muscles guarding her velvet tunnel, Dolly felt the bat like cudgel begin its' slow luxurious exquisite slide to the bottom of her cunt into fuck heaven. She felt the cunt wall stretch and lengthen and embrace her invader. She curled her tongue and rolled her head in ecstasy.