Morning came, accompanied by the smells of coffee, eggs, and pancakes.  When he saw them begin to move, Zeke greeted the Bryants warmly. 

“Mornin’, folks!” he called.  “Figure y’all hungry.  Scrambled eggs okay?”

“Absolutely,” Nick answered enthusiastically as he stretched.  “Is it still snowing?”

The large man shrugged.  “Ain’t checked.  I s’pect so.  Take a look, if’n ya like.  How you folks feelin’ dis mornin’?”

Nick glanced at Tina.  “I’m pretty good, really.  Left ankle is sore, but not as bad as the bruises make it look.  I feel a little… I dunno, slow, still.  But so much better than last night.”

Tina grinned.  “I feel pretty good overall,” she declared.  “Except… I really need to pee.”

Zeke chuckled and indicated the smaller back door.  “All I gots is an outhouse,” he explained.  “It’s connected to da back of da cabin.  It’ll be mighty cold, but least ya won’ have ta walk through da snow to get to it.”

There was a little awkwardness as the Bryant both realized that they were all but naked, but there was no room for privacy in the single room.  Zeke seemed to pick up on their issue, however, and he moved so that his back was to them as he worked on the breakfast while they got dressed. 

Tina squealed at the cold as she left through the back door; fortunately, Zeke was correct about the lack of snow in the way.  The subzero toilet seat was miles away from comfortable against her tender skin, but at least there was no smell from the outhouse.

For his part, Nick opened the front door to a stunning sight – the snow had drifted up above the surface of the little porch, and had piled up more than a foot above the bottom of the doorway.  The wind continued to blow, and more snow continued to fall.

Closing the door, Nick turned around and shrugged.  “So much for one to two inches of accumulation,” he offered weakly. 

Zeke shook his head.  “Been quite a piece since I seen snow like dat,” he declared.  “Don’t know if I ever seen it dat high dis early in da winter.”

His face brightened.  “Good thing is, I gots plenty o’ supplies.  Plenty of firewood, lotsa food.  C’mon, let’s eat.”

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The morning was spent getting to actually know Zeke.  The big black man was very polite, and seemed quite interested to learn all about Nick and Tina.  With nothing else to do, they dove in depth into a wide range of subjects.  They discussed their marriage, their family, their jobs, how they enjoyed hiking and backpacking… pretty much anything they could think of. 

They learned that Zeke had a younger brother – Jeremiah - who often stayed in his own cabin a couple of miles away.  Zeke hadn’t always lived in the mountains, but when his wife had died from cancer more than a decade ago, he had sold everything, taken his life insurance payout, and left regular life behind.  He had more or less lived the life of a hermit since, finding solace in nature and an existence that was mostly that of solitude, save when his brother would stay with him “for a spell”.

Jeremiah had actually been staying with Zeke for a couple of weeks, and had just left two hours or so before Tina had pounded on the big man’s door; Zeke had kept the lantern lit in cause his little brother had decided to return.  He seemed completely unworried about Jeremiah’s well-being, citing that his brother was extremely experienced in the woods, and would have doubtless found his way to his own cabin.

The three of them swapped stories and such; despite his folksy dialect and slow drawl, Nick and Tina found Zeke to be rather engaging and interesting.  He had plenty of stories to tell, and was a good listener, seeming to genuinely care about things the others had to say.

All in all, the morning passed pleasantly enough, until eventually, Zeke declared that it was time for lunch.  After eating, the trio felt pleasantly full and warm, and with nowhere to go, elected to take naps to help pass the time.

As with the night before, Tina found it difficult to fall asleep.  The intensity of the traumatic memories had faded a bit, but frustratingly, her arousal had not. 

That morning, she had woken up wet, with vague flashes of an intensely erotic dream being chased away by the morning light.  The brunette had tried to focus on the conversation to help take her mind off of the tingling and heat in her groin, thinking that the arousal would go away if she didn’t focus on it.  To the contrary, the feelings just seemed to boil just under the surface, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them… and if she adjusted her position in any way that put pressure on her inflamed vulva, little jolts of electricity would spark through her body, forcing her to again be actively aware of her body’s need. 

The breathing for both Nick and Zeke grew slow and regular well before a very frustrated Tina was able to drift off to sleep.

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Upon waking, the trio puttered around the cabin.  Tina busied herself by going through their backpacks and setting various items out to dry, then opening all of the zippers to encourage air flow and drying of the pack interiors.  Just for grins, she and Nick both tried taking their cell phones off of airplane mode, but they got no service whatsoever.

Zeke shook his head.  “I ain’t never seen nobody get no signal near here,” he stated.  “There ain’t no cell towers anywhere ‘round.”

Nick shrugged.  “I figured as much, but it didn’t hurt to try.”  He frowned.  “We are definitely not going to make our call out time at the car tomorrow evening.”

Tina gave him an encouraging smile.  “Surely your parents will see the weather reports and understand that we got stuck for a couple of days.”

He nodded.  “I’m sure they will, I just don’t want anyone worrying too much about us.”

Unfortunately, it simply could not be helped.  The snow had finally stopped falling while the cabin’s inhabitants napped, but lacking snowshoes or serious gear to deal with the accumulation, it would have been foolish for the Bryants to venture into the deep snow.  They would have to wait for things to warm up and for the snow to melt at least somewhat; having survived an actual life or death scenario, neither of the Bryants had any inclination to tempt fate again so soon.

After some small talk here and there, Zeke prepared a simple dinner from various canned goods.  The food was eaten mostly in silence, as the trio felt a little talked out for the day.  What had been an unexpected but not unpleasant diversion from the trip (well, not unpleasant once the threat of dying was removed) had grown a little monotonous.  Tina itched to get outside into nature, Nick felt a little trapped and stir crazy.  But with no real choice to go anywhere or do anything, what else was there?

Sometime after dinner, while dealing with the most awkward period they had yet endured, Zeke slapped his hands on his knees.  “Well, dis won’t do a’tall, now will it?”

The big man moved to a cabinet and began rummaging through it.  After a couple of minutes, he came back to the table brandishing a broad smile before placing a small cardboard box and two mason jars onto the surface.

“A deck ‘o cards,” he indicated with a flourish, “an’ a little ‘o my own shine.  Y’all play rummy?” he asked with a grin.

Soon enough, the big man was shuffling and dealing cards, his massive hands moving with surprisingly nimbleness.  When he had finished, he unscrewed the lid of the first jar before taking a small sip of the clear contents.  With a sound of satisfaction, he passed the jar to Nick.

The smaller man made an unsure face, but took his own sip.  “Oh, wow,” he exclaimed.  “That is strong, but really smooth.”

Tina arched an eyebrow dubiously, but gamely gave it a try.  Her eyes narrowed involuntarily at the taste and the burn.  “You call that smooth?” she demanded in mock anger.

The men both laughed at her discomfiture, and Zeke opened the other jar.  “Try dis one instead, Miss Tina.  It’s blackberry shine, picked da berries m’self.  I s’pect it’ll be more to ya likin’.”

Gingerly, the brunette took a small sip.  The flavor for this batch was infinitely more pleasant – and the burn was mostly exchanged for a pleasant warmth that bloomed in her belly after the sip.

“Careful,” the black man cautioned.  “Dat one’ll sneak on ya, fo’ sho’.  Goes down real easy, but packs all da punch of da reg’lar one.”

Tina took the advice to heart, only taking tiny sips every now and then.  Nick agreed that the flavor was far nicer, but both he and Zeke seemed to mostly stick to the clear moonshine, despite the woman’s opinion that it tasted like turpentine.  She never would understand why men seemed to take pride in drinking disgusting alcohols just to prove that they could stand doing so.  Apparently, drinking one hundred twenty proof just to say that you had done so was somehow a badge of honor? 

The big man’s instincts had been spot on with his choice of a diversion.  After the first couple of hands – with Tina trying desperately to remember the rules of rummy, which she hadn’t played since college – things began to roll smoothly, and the conversation returned to a natural flow.  From an objective standpoint, the application of moonshine as social lubricant certainly wasn’t hurting matters at all.

The three occupants of the cabin seemed to slip into a mellow, cheery state; who cared what the weather was outside, when they were warm and comfortable?  Sometimes, hands would be played rapidly, with Tina allowing her competitive streak to break through.  Other times, they would chat and laugh between rounds, allowing the cards to lie neglected for several minutes at a time. 

At one point, Zeke took a break to stoke the fire, and Tina took the opportunity to slip out to the outhouse.  When she returned, she stopped by the stove for a moment, turning her back to it while she stood regarding the men at the table. 

“Oh sure, stare at me!” she challenged them.  “It must be nice to be able to go pee without literally freezing your ass off!  Sorry if I have to warm mine up for a minute!” she declared with a defiant grin. 

“You could always come sit on my lap and warm it up on me,” Nick offered.

For a moment, the room fell silent.  Perhaps there had been a little too much alcohol consumed; Nick and Tina’s eyes met, and they both shared a look of apprehension.  The last thing they wanted to do was to make Zeke uncomfortable, after all. 

To their shared relief, the older black man let out a laugh.  “My, my, Miss Tina.  I’m sho’ ya’ husban’ wouldn’t mind dat a’tall.  I don’ reckon any man would.”  With that, he shuffled and started dealing a new hand while Nick gave his wife a little wink.

Tina didn’t entirely understand the flush in her cheeks as she returned to her seat at the table.

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As the evening wore on, the conversation and laughter got louder.  At one point, Tina wondered a bit at how much of the potent moonshine they had been sipping… but then again, it wasn’t as if anyone was driving.  Indeed, when she considered that, she was unhappily reminded that no one was going anywhere for at least a couple of days.

The alcohol only encouraged Tina’s persistent arousal, and she found herself looking for any excuse to make physical contact with her husband.  When picking up the cards, she would brush her hand against his; he would often smile, meet her gaze, squeeze her fingers.  From time to time, Tina would slide her foot over against his, and even up his leg a bit; the way he tried to keep a straight face when she did so seemed extremely entertaining to the brunette.  Nick was trying to not make their flirting and teasing apparent to Zeke – not that he apparently needed to worry much, as the massive man seemed to be oblivious to the couple’s contact.

Eventually, it became apparent that the alcohol was obviously affecting Zeke more than his guests.  To be fair, the massive man had easily consumed as much as Nick and Tina combined (if not more), so it was little wonder that he would be feeling the effects more.  He began to speak less often, to seemingly consider his replies for longer before he made them.  A time or two, one of the Bryants would have to call his name to get his attention when it was his turn to draw, or when he sort of faded off in the middle of a sentence while staring off into space.

The subtle teasing had really gotten to Tina, and she found herself fidgeting on the hard wooden chair.  For the past couple of hours, her libido had been present, like a distant hum vibrating just below the surface.  More recently, though, the fires had begun to burn far more brightly, and were beginning to really demand attention.  She herself had found more trouble focusing on the cards, so Zeke’s flagging attention span was not unwelcome. 

Nick had laid down a four card sequence of clubs, leaving him only two cards in his hand.  “Okay, Zeke,” he called while glancing at his remaining cards.  “It’s your turn.”

When the black man didn’t answer, Tina gave a soft giggle, and Nick looked up from his hand to discover that the older man’s chin had sagged down to his chest, where he sat with closed eyes, clearly asleep. 

“He’s been drifting off for the past ten minutes,” Tina observed quietly.

Nick chuckled.  “Yeah, I suppose that it was just a matter of time.  Oh well, I guess that I win.”

Tina rolled her eyes and placed her remaining cards on the table before standing and stretching in a slow, exaggerated manner.

The younger man glanced at Zeke, then back at his wife.  “What are you trying to do here?” he asked in a low voice.

The brunette smirked.  “Oh, don’t let me bother you from your cards, sir,” she teased as she began to causally stroll over towards the bunk with an exaggerated shake to her hips.

Nick quietly got to his feet and turned the lantern down before glancing at the big, sleeping man.  He then quietly made his way across the cabin to his waiting wife.

“Ma’am, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, keeping his voice low. 

She smiled, lust written all over those emerald eyes.  “I don’t know what you are talking about.  It’s late, and I don’t want to fall asleep at the table like Zeke.  I just thought I’d come over here and warm up under the blankets.”  She paused meaningfully.  “Of course, if you wanted to help me warm up…”

Nick glanced at their sleeping host once more, then began to rapidly undress before sliding into the bunk.  Soon, Tina joined him, sliding up under a blanket to press her naked flesh on top of his.  The brunette kissed her husband hungrily as her hand immediately moved to squeeze Nick’s firm penis; she was almost dizzy with desire.

“Shit, I need to find my backpack and grab a condom,” he whispered.  “I didn’t think about it…”

Tina cut him off with a kiss.  “Just pull out,” she urged him.  “It’ll be fine.  Now stop wasting time!”

He glanced once more towards the table.  With the light reduced so much, the two of them were pretty well obscured – especially under the blanket.  “You’ll need to be quiet,” he whispered to his wife.  “It would be pretty rude to wake him.” 

Tina responded with another kiss, sealing off any other words, while she positioned herself over her husband’s hardness.  Nick’s eyes rolled back in his head as his wife’s warm, slippery vagina enveloped him all the way to his balls in one motion.  She groaned softly into his mouth at the sensation of being filled.

“Oh God, you don’t know how much I’ve needed that,” she whispered into her husband’s ear as she began to slowly grind back and forth on his shaft.

Nick grinned at the sexy woman above him.  “That’s fucking hot.  I can’t believe you are riding me like this with another man literally right there – what if he wakes up, there’s no way he won’t see you.”

Tina moaned softly into Nick’s mouth as she kissed him again.  He felt a shiver run through her body.

Nick knew that he would certainly not get another chance for sex until after they left the cabin.  He decided that he was going to do everything in his power to make this session as hot as he possibly could.  Knowing how strongly his wife responded to the fantasies around other men catching her naked or having sex, there was no way that Nick wasn’t going to press that advantage of the current situation.

“Can you imagine what that would do to the poor guy if he did?” he asked with a smirk.  “There’s no way that he’s ever seen a woman like you in person.  It wouldn’t just make his day… he’d carry that memory around for the rest of his life.”

The blood was rushing through Tina’s head, her ears were ringing.  Her husband’s words had her imagination working overtime, and in concert with the hard dick inside of her and the unanswered arousal she’d been carrying around for an entire day, it was too much.  A climax was rushing upon her quicker than she would have ever imagined would happen.

“I bet he’d stroke himself thinking about you from now on,” Nick breathed into his wife’s ear, “that is, if he could even resist coming over here to touch you…”

As he spoke, Tina’s face was scrunched tight, as if she were deep in concentration.  And then, in less time that Nick had ever experienced, the dam broke and her orgasm exploded through her body.  “Hunnh Gooddd…” she vocalized, definitely louder than she had intended.  As waves of her orgasm washed over the brunette, she bit down on Nick’s shoulder in an effort to choke out the sounds while her vagina rhythmically squeezed his penis.  Her soft moans gave way to little mews of pleasure as the orgasm began to subside, and while her pleasure noises were muffled by her husband’s flesh, he worried that they were still far louder than they needed to be inside of the small cabin.  Fortunately, a glance at Zeke showed the big man in the same position had had been when they left the table.

Tina had lost focus when she climaxed, and had fallen almost motionless on top of her husband.  In response, Nick took over, pushing up to fuck into her from underneath even as the last of the delicious aftershocks went tingling through her body. 

“That was intense,” she breathed quietly into Nick’s ear.

“What was?” he asked with a grin.  “You coming while imagining a very real situation – this big stranger watching you ride my cock?”

Tina shuddered.  “God, that’s so dirty,” she murmured.  She paused for a long moment, savoring the sensations of her husband moving beneath her in the bunk.  “And so hot,” she added with a guilty smile. 

Meanwhile, Nick’s own face was flushing, but for a different reason.  “Speaking of which, baby,” he began, “I’m starting to really heat up here…”

This was a common issue at home.  As cold-natured as Tina was, Nick was close to her complete opposite.  He rarely wore anything heavier than shorts indoors in the winter, even when it was freezing outside.  The man would sweat from almost any exertion; even now, she could feel the dampness where her breasts and belly slid against his flesh.

The brunette glanced to the side worriedly.  “If we pull the cover off, he might actually see us,” she whispered in protest. 

Nick slowed his motions to a halt.  “Zeke’s not going to see anything - he’s asleep,” he replied.  “And the fact is, if I don’t get out from under the blanket, I may have a stroke.”

With more than a little trepidation, Tina pulled the blanket off and dropped it into a pile on the ground.  She then moved more upright in an effort to give plenty of ventilation between their bodies.  With her temporary weakening from her orgasm having passed, she began grinding and riding her husband again.

It took a minute or two, but soon enough, Tina’s body was able to begin to override her worries.  After all, the orgasm had been nice, but she had been full of hungry need for at least an entire day; that arousal was not going to be slaked that easily.

To start with, Nick kept silent, allowing his wife to find the proper headspace to reengage.  When he saw the telltale signs of her pleasure beginning to grow again, he gave into the temptation to start dirty talking again.

“Now you’re totally naked and uncovered,” he whispered.  “If we woke up, he’d be able to really see your body now.”

Tina drew in a ragged breath; her husband was pretty sure that he felt a fresh rush of fluid seep around his penis where it was buried inside her womanhood.

“That’s hot, huh?  So naughty, letting some black stranger see you naked and riding me like this.  Man, I bet he would love the view so much.  Why don’t you lean back a little and arch your back so that he can see your tits really well while you ride me?”

Despite her efforts to choke the sound off, the brunette gave a small moan.  It was already insanely hot for her to imagine another man seeing her naked and having sex with her husband, but Nick had unwittingly touched on the taboos Tina had around race, which added an entirely new dimension to her arousal.  Good girls didn’t let others watch them having sex… but to let a black man see her like that was so taboo, so forbidden, just was not done.

Nick knew that she was already well on her way to another orgasm; once she crested that first one, it often was easy for her to have one, two, several more.  Once Tina fully got into the right sexual headspace, it would amplify her pleasure if she would focus on the sex only – and Nick’s words seemed to be a real touchstone for her arousal.

“Come on, lean back,” Nick urged quietly.  “Let me really see your tits.  We both know that he would love to see them, too.”

With her eyes closed and her head tilted back, Tina complied.  She leaned back a good bit, arching her back to make her tits stick out proudly. 

For several moments, Nick soaked in the incredible sensations of Tina’s efforts as she rode him.  He drank in every detail of her… her expression twisted in intense concentration, her dark hair spilling into her face, her breasts rippling with each stroke, her hard pink nipples and small areolae standing out against the pale flesh of her breasts.  He took in the strain on her pretty face, felt the tight clenching of her pussy on his shaft, and knew that another orgasm was very close at hand.

Then, a deep voice rumbled out from nearby.  “Yes, indeed… dem titties are fo’ sho’ nice.  Dat body is somethin’ else, missy…”

With a gasp, Tina fell forward, pressing her breasts firmly against Nick in an effort to hide as much of her nakedness as she could.  Her husband could feel her body tremble, could see the wild panic in her eyes.  And yet, there was something else…

“Awww, now… don’ be like dat,” Zeke reasoned.  “Ain’t nobody hurt.  Y’all cooped up in this cabin wit’ nothin’ ta do, can’t nobody be mad y’all want ta be together.  No sense to stop on my ‘count.”

Nick looked to the side and could see that Zeke had moved from the table to his cot, which placed him to the side and a bit behind Tina.  It was surprising how quietly the large man had moved… but to be fair, Nick had been pretty preoccupied with a hot women getting herself off on his penis. 

The realization swept over Nick that at this very moment, he stood at a crossroads.  He could grab the blanket from the ground, cover Tina up, and apologize to Zeke.  They had all been drinking, inhibitions were lowered… and to be fair, they had thought that the older man was asleep.  It would probably be awkward for the next day or two until the Bryants could leave the cabin, but Zeke was clearly a decent fellow and wouldn’t make a big deal of this.  The snow would melt enough to allow for foot traffic, the Bryants would leave this all behind, and that would be that.

Alternately, he could encourage Tina.  This was such a powerful fantasy for her… well, for both of them, if Nick was honest with himself.  It seemed a crying shame to not indulge in it, given the singular opportunity on their hands.  Nick couldn’t imagine that he would have many more – if any – chances that would measure up to this one… and besides, who would Zeke possibly tell?  They could explore this fantasy in what was essentially a vacuum, with no real repercussions whatsoever.  If the Bryants shut this down right now, wouldn’t they always wonder how it might have been if they had just given it a shot?

Nick’s mouth was so dry, his heart was racing so fast.  But somehow, he managed to speak to Tina with a calm detachment that he certainly didn’t feel.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he reassured his wife softly.  “Zeke is right.  Nobody is hurt here.  He’s just looking a little.  Just like in our fantasies.  We both know how much those turn you on.”  He swallowed and took a deep breath as Tina stiffened against him.  “He’s been an amazing host,” Nick said, “and there’s no way it wouldn’t be a huge thing for him to get to see a gorgeous woman like you.  I mean…” he trailed off for a moment before continuing.  “He’s been really, really good to us.  After all that he’s done, wouldn’t it be pretty cool that we give him this?  It’s not like anyone would ever know.”

Inwardly, Nick held his breath, hoping that he hadn’t pushed too hard.  It absolutely had to be Tina’s choice, he would certainly not try to pressure her to do something that she truly didn’t want.  That said, while he would never directly guilt her, it didn’t hurt to let his wife paint the picture herself.  He hadn’t outwardly said “this guy saved our lives” as a way to influence her, but Nick felt pretty confident that Tina would infer that on her own.

Tina looked deeply into Nick’s eyes, with apprehension written all over her face.  She looked scared… but once again, Nick was certain that he saw a note of something else. 

“Are… are you sure?” she asked her husband in a soft, almost trembly voice. 

Nick smiled, trying to make his voice warm and reassuring.  “I’m sure,” he replied.  “We’ve fantasized about this a bunch of times.  What better situation could we possibly have to explore it?”

The brunette raised her head slightly off of her husband’s chest and bit her lip as she looked at him, her face still questioning.

“I love you,” he spoke reassuringly.  “You’re hot as hell.  This idea always turns you on.  So… why not sit back up and let us see you again?”

A look passed over Tina’s face.  Nick read apprehension, excitement, and lust on his wife’s face… and then, she slowly raised up.  Once she reached as far up as she could go and still be supported by her arms, she paused.  It seemed as if everyone in the cabin was holding their breath, waiting to see where things might go; then, the brunette’s hips began to slowly grind back and forth, and a grin started to form on Nick’s face.

She was going to do it.  She was going to let Zeke watch.

Soon, Tina’s face began to take on that look of concentration again as her movements became more purposeful.

“Yeah, dat’s da way… you ride ya man, missy,” came Zeke’s deep voice.  “G’wan, sit on up tall, let us see dem tittes again.”

Nick froze, wincing at the certain negative response to come from his wife.  He sighed inwardly, fully expecting for this to be the end of everything.

If he hadn’t been so intimately engaged, you could have knocked Nick over with a feather when Tina instead gave a sultry little grin and sat fully up, arching her back once more to prominently display her breasts.  She made eye contact with her husband again, still wearing her grin.  Then, she closed her eyes and began to ride him hard.

“Hell yeah, dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout!” Zeke exclaimed. 

After less than a minute, Nick became aware of two things.  First, Tina had gotten quite a bit wetter – not only could Nick feel that his wife’s juices were far more present on his dick, but the sex – which had been pretty quiet – was now accompanied by audible squishing noises.  The second realization was that the cabin interior had gotten brighter – it looked like Zeke had brought the lantern nearby, and the older man had clearly turned the flame back up in order to see Tina’s body better.  Nick supposed that he could not truly blame the man.  Fortunately, if Tina noticed, she did not seem to mind.

Tina was beginning to make small whining noises as she grinded and bounced on her husband’s prick.  The alcohol was helping to grant Nick some serious staying power; he was rather proud of the fact that it looked like his wife was going to get two good orgasms before he got one.

And then, with a start, he realized that Zeke had escalated the situation. 

“Holy shit,” Nick breathed.  “Baby, your audience is… ah… definitely enjoying the show.”

Puzzled, Tina turned her head to the side, then let out a gasp.

The huge black man was perched on the edge of his cot to watch the sex, but he had removed his pants at some point and was now slowly stroking the biggest, blackest cock that Nick had ever seen.  The appendage that Zeke was manipulating put even the most ridiculous porn phalluses that Nick had witnessed to shame, and a pair of truly massive testicles hung low in their pouch beneath it.

“Oh my God…” Tina breathed.  “How is that even real?”

Nick had never been particularly worried about his own size.  At six inches, with reasonable thickness, he knew that he was far from being considered “large” in the penis department, but neither did he have anything to be ashamed of.  No woman had ever complained about his equipment; Tina loved to tell him that he filled her up just right.

On the other hand, Zeke’s extremely dark penis extended well beyond the massive fist clasped around it; if Nick had to guess, it would have been at least ten inches in length, with thick veins easily visible.  While the uncircumcised head seemed more or less normal in size, as well as a slightly lighter tone than the rest of the ponderous weapon, the dark shaft itself quickly ballooned to ridiculous proportions.  Nick was not at all certain that the ugly black appendage wasn’t as thick as a soda can.

Zeke chuckled at the attention from the Bryants.  “I’s a big man, folks.  E’ry part a’ me is big.  Dunno what else ta say.”

As she turned back to focus on her husband and redoubled her efforts, Nick couldn’t help but notice the change in Tina’s expression.  She seemed… distracted now.  She was still riding him hard, and she was if anything even wetter if the noises from their sex was an indication, but she no longer seemed fully connected with Nick.  Part of his brain wondered if the fact that they had an audience was the influence… or was it the massive ebony appendage so near to his wife that had diverted part of her focus?

Even so, it was clear that her arousal level was spiraling out of control; the look on Tina’s face, the flush of her skin made it clear that a large orgasm was approaching.  As the sexy brunette rode him, plunging up and down on his shaft, Nick found his eyes roaming from the passionate expression on her face, to the mesmerizing jiggling of her breasts, to the sight of her pink vulva wrapped around his penis as she slipped up and down on him.  Try as he might, Nick also found himself glancing over at Zeke as the older man stroked that incredibly massive shaft while drinking in the sexual spectacle before him.

Nick felt his balls beginning to tighten up against his body, and knew that his own climax wasn’t terribly far away.  His wife would surely finish before he did, but his orgasm was coming, so out of courtesy, he decided to let Tina know.

“Baby, I’m getting close,” he offered in tight voice.

Tina made a sound of true frustration, then to his surprise, pulled herself completely off of Nick’s shaft, scooted back, and knelt down to take the head of his cock into her mouth.  He started to protest; he had only meant it as a polite heads-up that he was getting close… he never imagined that she would stop riding him, especially with her own orgasm so near.  The complaint died on Nick’s lips, however, as the warmth of his wife’s mouth and the teasing of her tongue around the head of his penis short-circuited his ability to reason and communicate. 

Frustratingly, the change of stimulation and the alcohol in his system meant that instead of his orgasm getting closer, it felt to Nick like he was losing a handle on it, like it was fading.  This was why he hated to change when he had a good rhythm going – at least until he got to that point of no return, he had learned that stopping or changing could make him take a good bit longer to come.  Hell, Tina had to know that, too; they had experienced it before, and she had even commented that she understood, that if Nick changed what he was doing when she was right at the point of coming that it could make it hard for her to reach orgasm.  Clearly, this was a miscommunication.  Even so, the oral attention was wonderful, so Nick allowed himself to just relax and enjoy it.

Suddenly, Tina pulled off of his cock and gasped.  Nick looked down to see wide eyes and a face full of apprehension.

“Nick!  He’s touching me…” she hissed.

Nick looked past, and sure enough, the big man had gotten up to move to sit on the bunk beside Tina.  Her position had her on all fours, with her head lower at his dick and her curvy little ass up in the air at the foot of the bunk; Nick hardly supposed that he could fault the older man for moving to enjoy the view.  Zeke was still idly stroking that massive hog with his right hand, but his left was now trailing along the small of Tina’s back and along the top of her ass.

Nick felt his breath catch in his chest.  His body felt like he was holding a live wire that was channeling electrical current all through his flesh.  There was no question that he needed to tell Zeke to knock it off.

The real question was whether he wanted to actually do so.

Instead, he choked out a soft response.  “Do you want me to tell him to stop?” he asked quietly.

Tina’s face was a study in erotic art – somehow, equal parts of both terror and lust were painted on her features.  The question Nick had asked was extremely simple, but it seemed that the brunette was having trouble deciding how to answer it. 

When she didn’t give any reply after a long pause, Nick, nudged his penis back toward her mouth.  She held his eyes with her green gaze for a long moment before enveloping the head of his member in her mouth and closing her eyes again.

The room was largely silent for the next couple of minutes, with the only sounds being the light slurps of Tina’s mouth on her husband’s shaft, the rubbing of skin on skin as Zeke slowly stroked himself, and the odd pop from the burning logs in the stove.

The older man finally broke the silence.  “My, my… dat is a truly beautiful pussy, miss Tina.  I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it.  Never seen no white woman’s pussy befo’.  So, so pretty…” he mused out loud.

Tina’s eyes shot open and she found Nick’s face.  He couldn’t see very well, but from the motions he could see, he strongly suspected that the black man was teasing his wife’s labia.  As she held her husband’s gaze, the apprehension on Tina’s face seemed to melt away, leaving nothing but desire, until she closed her eyes to focus on really sucking in his full length. 

A short time later, she gave a deep moan.  Nick knew that sound anywhere – Zeke had to have just plunged one of his meaty digits inside of his Tina’s vagina.  Tina had that special sound she made when she was penetrated, and for the first time in his life, Nick had heard that sound come thanks to the attention of another man.  Tina let her husband’s dick fall out of her mouth as her cheek slid down his shaft. 

“Oh my God…” she breathed as the liquid squelching sounds of her cunt became audible again.  There was no doubt now; the massive black man was fingering Nick’s wife.  The thought hit the younger man hard that Zeke’s huge fingers were truly not much smaller than Nick’s own penis.

Now, it was Nick’s turn to feel fear.  What if this went too far?  Had it already gone too far?  Fantasy was one thing, but this was unquestionably playing with real fire.  Now was the time to stop this.

“Hey Zeke, I don’t know if you really should…” Nick started, but his voice trailed off.  He was unquestionably terrified of what might happen, but he was every bit as terrified that it might stop.

Then, Zeke shifted his position behind Tina, causing her to make a little noise of unhappiness.  As the brunette returned to her efforts of sucking Nick’s cock, it was clear that the large man had stopped fingering her, and was now standing behind her.

The eroticism of the situation was getting to be too much for Nick to stand.  His balls were tightening again; he was getting seriously close to climax.  “Oh baby…” he breathed.  “Fuck yes.  I’m getting close.  That’s so hot.”

He could see Tina give him one of her wicked little smiles as she really redoubled her efforts on his shaft.  Nick knew that he would be giving her a load very soon now.  His body began to twitch from the pent-up tension.

Momentarily, Tina made a funny noise.  Her expression had changed again, this time to serious apprehension.  Agonizingly, she pulled off of Nick’s penis to speak.  “Hang on… uh… baby, he’s against me.  He’s got his…” She swallowed, trying to speak coherently.  “Zeke, wait just a second, you can’t…”

Nick’s lust-addled brain was having trouble processing what was happening, when suddenly, Tina let out a deep, soulful groan.  “HUUUNNN GODDD… huhhh… nuhhh… OH GOD, HE’S INSIDE ME!” she cried.

There was another moan, this one in a much deeper tone of voice, and it came from behind Tina.  “Awww yeah… FUCK yeah…” came the older man’s commentary.

Nick felt like his body was made of concrete, while his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would come out of his chest.  He looked at his wife’s face; her gaze was totally unfocused, her jaw hung slack.  He could see her sides heaving with the force of her breathing.  For a moment, her expression began to relax ever so slightly, but then, a look of intense concentration eclipsed everything else as her breath was driven out of her with a grunt as her face was pressed up against Nick’s hardness. 

“He’s… uuunnng… so… BIG!” she groaned as she tried to catch her breath.  “Zeke, wait, I…  I can’t… huuuhhh…” her voice trailed off.

Holy shit.  The older man had his massive black cock inside of his wife.  Nick felt as though he might throw up.  And yet, his own cock was almost painfully erect, with his orgasm teetering right there on the edge.  All of those fantasies he had carried around for months paled to the reality taking place in the cabin at that very moment. 

Still, Tina seemed almost scared.  Nick knew that he needed to interject, to say something, to put a stop to this.  Things had already gone too far; his wife had always been clear that her interests in this were a dirty talk thing only that she shared with her husband for their mutual benefit.  He tried to get a handle on his emotions and take charge of the situation.

Nick took in that slack expression on the brunette’s face and realized that Zeke had probably pulled back again.  With that, he finally took the opportunity to speak up.  “Zeke, wait, I don’t think that you need to…” he started, but the old man thrusted forward again.

“Oh God YYEEESSS!” Tina cried.  “Oh God so BIG!  So… huhhh… MUCH!  Oh YESSS…”

Her expression was now one of intense concentration – and something akin to rapture.  With a flurry, Tina slipped her mouth back over her husband’s dick and began frantically moving her mouth up and down on it.  The incredible sensation of the warm, soft wetness on his cock, combined with the muffled sounds from his wife as the hulking man began to pick up a more regular rhythm resulted in any further protest from Nick dying on his lips.  As the black man established a rhythm of thrusting, the wet squishing sounds of eager penetration began to fill the air.

After no more than a minute or so, Tina’s vocalizations got louder and louder.  She maddeningly pulled off of Nick’s member again and she tossed her head back and forth, her hair swirling in a tempest around her face.  “Oh God… oh GOD… so good… so MUCH… oh God…” she moaned.

Then, her tone changed to something of near panic as the squelching noises of her liquid cunt grew amplified several times over.  “Hang… wait… Zeke, wait… I… wait I… need… oh God HHHUUUAAAHH!  HUHH!  HUHH!  HUUAAANNNHH!!!”

With that, Nick became aware of a new sound – a splattering, as if fluid was escaping a container to a surface below.  For a moment, he dumbly wondered if something had spilled inside of the cabin, but then, it hit him – Tina was squirting around the massive black cock, and her fluids were dripping down against the edge of the wooden bunk, as well as down to the floor below.  Nick found himself so turned on that he could barely breathe – Tina had never squirted before, had in fact told him several times that she was certain that she was a woman whose body couldn’t do that, had even wondered aloud if squirting wasn’t just some invention of the porn industry.

Yet here she was, with fluid just pouring from her vagina, thanks to an older black man’s huge cock.

“You likin’ dat big ol’ dick, huh missy?” Zeke asked with an audible smirk in his voice as he held still for a moment. 

“Oh my God!” Tina managed in between pants.  “I never felt… I mean, I never knew it could… huuunnhhh…. uh… uh… uh…” her ability to form coherent words seemed to fail as the huge man began thrusting regularly again.  Nick’s own breath came in ragged gulps as the air seemed to be driven out of his wife’s lungs with every thrust by the black man’s obscenely large cock. 

The unpolished older man could have been a maestro, given the way that he played Tina’s body like it was a fine instrument.  Zeke led her through another rapid buildup, bringing her almost effortlessly to another shattering climax. In barely another minute, the liquid squishing noises of the brunette’s vagina once again grew obscenely loud; in mere moments after, she was grunting, cursing, moaning unintelligible syllables as another orgasm broke through her body to the accompaniment of a splattering of her fluids against the wood of the bunk and the cabin floor.

Tina went limp, with her cheek pressed against Nick’s neglected member. 

“Oh my God…” she moaned softly.  “So good…”

“Now den, missy,” Zeke’s deep voice rumbled, “it be time to g’won an’ fuck you nice ‘n proper.  You hol’ on, now.  You only thinks it’s been good for ya so far.”

Numbly, Nick processed that the large man had moved up a bit, changing his angle somewhat; his massive black hands curled around Tina’s hips, gripping her pale skin tight with his dark fingers.  Then, with a grunt, he drove that enormous cock inside of the brunette with real force, drawing out a guttural moan that sounded almost inhuman. 

Apparently, the older man had decided that Nick’s wife had been given plenty of time to get used to the size of the insane appendage that was being forced inside of her.  Once he had penetrated as far as her poor body could allow, he held firm for a long moment, then pulled most of his meat out of the white woman, only to immediately drive that mighty phallus back inside of her to the accompaniment of a groan from Tina that seemed to emanate from her very soul.  Then, he repeated the action – the same pause, the same pullback, the same forceful thrust. 

Over and over again, Zeke repeated the same motions, establishing an unhurried rhythm of powerful, measured thrusts that appeared to be slowly admitting more and more of the massive black cock into the white woman’s pussy.  With each thrust, Tina groaned in what sounded almost like agony; truth be told, Nick was fairly certain that the immense pressure had to be torturous, but the nearly inhuman sounds from his wife’s mouth were interspersed with babbled proclamations of just how incredible the sensations were.  Between those proclamations and his own out of control arousal, Nick found it enough to convince him to not intervene. 

As he listened to the lewd sounds coming from his wife’s mouth, as he felt her driven again and again into his lap with the force pushing her face against his own neglected penis, as he smelled the animal scents of her vaginal secretions mixed with the old man’s sweat, Nick realized that his own arousal was boiling; his dick was literally throbbing with every beat of his heart, his balls were pulled up tightly in his scrotum.  Despite the lack of direct stimulation, Nick’s own orgasm was still there, teetering on the edge in a sickening state of unthinking delirium.

Unsurprisingly, Tina soon broke into a babbling, whimpering mess as another powerful orgasm rocketed through her body.  Nick could see that her eyes were open, but the emerald green had rolled back into her head as her mouth hung slack.  He shivered as he realized that his classy wife had a string of saliva slipping unheeded out of her mouth.

“Dat’s right, missy,” Zeke growled.  “So nice, dat white pussy squeezin’ me tight.  Yessirree, you sho’ do like dis big ‘ol cock, doncha?”

The brunette groaned something unintelligible as the massive older man kept up his same relentless cycle of thrusting into her body. 

“You said ya ain’t never felt it like dis,” the big man intoned.  “Dat’s ‘cause ya ain’t never had a big dick like mine, have ya?”  When Tina made no reply, Zeke reiterated with an extra forceful thrust.  “Have ya?” he demanded with a smack by one of his massive hands to her upturned ass, even as Tina squealed from his penetration.

Gasping, she shook her head, her hair tickling her husband’s hypersensitive glans.  “No,” she moaned in a small voice as she tried to concentrate on forming actual words as opposed to making simple noises.  “Never… this big.  Never... anything like it.”

Nick felt like he had been punched in the gut by her admission.  Logically, he knew that her statement was just a simple fact; Tina had given him her virginity, she had never been with another man.  Of course she had never experienced anything like the hulking man’s grotesque appendage!  But still, hearing her actually say that out loud… it made Nick nauseous. 

For some twisted reason, it also made his heart race like he had been sprinting, it made him lightheaded with arousal.  Nick knew that he had never been more turned on in his entire life.

Zeke groaned in pleasure, his own eyes closing for a moment as his face scrunched up in concentration.  “Bet ya ain’t never had a black cock afore, neither,” he demanded.  “Have ya, missy?”

Tina visibly shuddered at Zeke’s words.  “No,” she replied, her reply barely above a whisper.  As she spoke, however, her volume increased.  “Never.  Never had… huh… black cock inside meee…” At the last, her voice devolved into something very much like a wail. 

As the older man grunted repeatedly in pleasure at the way her body responded to him, Nick worried that he would pass out while watching the spectacle.  He was all but panting himself, his heart was racing so fast…

At first, all of the sensory input from Tina – her obscene grunts and moans while being pummeled by the massive black cock, the way that her flushed face was screwed into a mask of overwhelmed pleasure while her breasts bounced with every thrust, the liquid squishing noises from her sloppy cunt admitting the older man’s member, the feminine musk of her undeniable arousal hanging thick in the air – all of it overloaded Nick’s brain, causing him to ignore almost everything else inside of the cabin.  But some part of his mind eventually registered the urgent grunts, the held breaths, the look of deep concentration on the broad, flattened face of the large black man.  With a new jolt of adrenaline, the realization hit Nick hard enough to take his breath away – Zeke was about to come.

Inside of Tina. 

Without a condom.

The thought was terrifying.  Nick knew that this was the very fertile part of his wife’s cycle.  Hell, he had meant to grab a condom of his own before they started, but she had insisted that he just pull out. 

Pull out. Yes.  He’d just tell Zeke to pull out.  Hopefully the big black man hadn’t been leaking sperm in his precum, but there was no point worrying about that now.  No, the big man would pull out and everything would be okay. 

Nick’s ears were ringing, his mouth was dry.  When he first spoke, no real sound came out.  “Zeke,” he tried again, his voice cracking but at least forming words now.  “You have to… I mean, you can’t just…”

What the fuck was wrong with him? 

Just fucking tell him to pull out!  The thought echoed urgently inside of Nick’s mind.  You don’t actually WANT him to inseminate your wife, do you?

Only… part of him did.  God help him, but part of Nick absolutely did want to see this hulking, ugly, old black man pump his pretty little wife full of virile semen.  As Nick drew a ragged breath, he was forced to finally acknowledge the perverse urge inside of him that he had been pretending wasn’t actually there.  

The realization caused Nick’s chest to feel tight to the point that he wondered if he was having a heart attack.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  Surely it was the fucking moonshine, he just wasn’t thinking straight.

Nick mentally pulled himself together, and began to sit up as he spoke.  “I mean it, Zeke, he started.  “You have to pull…”

Too late.

With a deep, loud grunt that seemed to nearly border on a roar, Zeke slammed himself as far inside of the brunette’s cunt as he could manage.  His head arched back as he tightly gripped the white woman’s hips with his massive dark hands.  “HUUUNNAAAHH YEAH!” he cried.  “Fuck YEAH, take AAALLL DAT NUT!  HUUUNNNG!!!”

For a moment, Tina seemed to try to pull away, not that there was any point – the massive man held himself so very deep inside of her vagina, with his huge hands locking her to him.  “No!  Not inside…” she cried softly.  “Nah…insiiide… oh FUUUCK INSIIIDE MEEE!!!”

Her voice rose to a high wail as she could feel an undeniable rush of warmth flood the depths of her vagina.  An old man was inseminating her, soaking her ripe cervix with his semen. 

Her womb was being flooded with sperm that didn’t belong to her husband. 

A black man’s sperm.

The thoughts were too much to process, and the strongest orgasm of her life crashed through Tina’s helpless body as her mind seemed to melt into the taboo situation.  She screamed, she wailed, she pushed back – her body unconsciously trying desperately to force the immense penis deeper into her sex.  Again and again, the rhythmic contractions of her vagina worked to milk every drop of fluid from the large man’s twitching penis as he grunted with every spurt inside of her; every vaginal contraction caused her engorged cervix to dip down into the copious pool of her black lover’s semen in an effort to suck up every possible sperm cell to transport in search of her egg.

Nick’s mouth dropped open in horror, his stomach roiled with a powerful wave of nausea… and his untouched penis exploded in its own ejaculation, spraying his semen uselessly across Tina’s cheek before puddling it on his own belly.  When his own insanely powerful orgasm came to an end, Nick simply slumped back onto the pillow, his thoughts spinning wildly, even as tiny mewing sounds escaped from Tina while she shivered through the aftershocks of her own shattering climax.