The Rabbit and her Best Friend
*** This tale includes femdom, various types of sexual humiliation (such as size, endurance, etc), white boy humiliation, and BNWO themes. If this isn't your cup of tea, kindly stop reading. ***
A knock is heard at the door. Dylan eagerly moves to open it.
"Hi Dilly, are you ready to go?" Maddie inquires.
Dylan experiences a surge of warmth all over his body. His cherished friend since they were young, the one and only individual who still calls him "Dilly," the girl he's spent countless hours playing video games with and gone on camping trips with, is now standing before him. He hopes this could be their first date.
Dylan and Maddie were practically inseparable throughout their childhood. Both were timid, particularly following the discomfort of puberty. They never dated, or partied. They preferred spending time together alone: listening to music, enjoying movies, playing video games, and conversing.
Regardless of the weather, Maddie usually wore casual clothing. She typically wore loose-fitting pants and either a sweatshirt or loose-fitting t-shirt. Even so, she exuded cuteness. She stood at five feet nothing and was blonde, with green eyes. She wasn't portly, yet had round cheeks and that girl-next-door appearance which could melt his heart.
Dylan accompanied Maddie's family for a weekend at her grandparents' beach house following their senior year, just before going to college. Seeing her in her bikini for the first time on the beach made his affection for his best friend and crush on the girl next door transform into something else entirely.
Her body was ideal. She had perky, round C-cup breasts, which appeared even more stunning on her petite frame, along with her taut stomach and small waist. Her derriere was enticingly curvy, yet not too modest nor enormous. It was ideal, he thought.
Dylan spent most of the days during this getaway in the water, attempting to suppress his excitement, and during the evenings, he couldn't wait until she was prepared to retire for the night so he could take care of himself.
They attended separate schools. She was attending a state university several hours away, while he had secured an apartment financed by his parents and attending a more prestigious private school in their hometown. They still spoke on the phone or chatted a couple times a week, but it seemed as if she had altered.
After weeks of college, Maddie was frequently attending parties and going out. Dylan received photos of her at 1am, plainly drunk and dressed in thigh-high skirts or booty shorts, along with revealing tank tops, typically at some party with the basketball or football team. He adored the images, often finding himself stroking himself to sleep. But still, his adorable, innocent, best friend was transforming, and Dylan feared he might lose her.
It wasn't simply her attire or social schedule that was transforming. Where previously neither of them had much interest in politics or appeared to care about it, now it seemed all she desired to discuss. Their telephone conversations mainly focused on privilege, the patriarchy, white supremacy, jealously of white men's egos, or the marginalization of blacks.
Dylan viewed himself as a liberal, if one could label him. His family and grandparents were quite wealthy, and highly active in town's charities. He had been raised to regard others and assist when possible. To utilize his family's financial privilege to better those less fortunate, if you will.
However, the persistent narrative that white men were responsible for all the world's issues was starting to grate on him. Anything adverse in the world appeared to be the fault of white men to her, and any difficulties black men faced were never their own fault, merely the vengeful jealousy of white men.
And yet, she was his dream girl, dressed in a silky navy blue gown, with thin straps, and a lacy embellishment showcasing her striking cleavage. She had brief bottoms, barely appearing to cover her mid-thigh.
After not seeing each other for a few months, she had come home for a long weekend to spend some time with Dylan. She mentioned she wished to stay at his new apartment and check out the art show her friend Katie recommended with him. All he could surmise was that spending the weekend alone together meant she was prepared to move their relationship to the next stage.
"Indeed, I'm ready to go. And you appear amazing today, by the way," Dylan informs her.
"Aww, thank you, Dilly. You're so sweet," she replies, dropping her overnight case inside his apartment before taking his hand and leading him down the hallway.
"I could've picked you up at school or the station," he states.
"Oh, it's fine. I received a ride," she says, leaving him to contemplate as they traverse out of his apartment and down the hallway. Dylan can't help but observe that her rear has become more robust than he remembered, likely a result of the state school cafeteria diet, he mused.
Stepping out, a BMW is parked before the apartment building. A young man of about their age opens the back door. Maddie moves towards the vehicle.
"What is this?" Dylan inquires.
"This is our ride. It's my treat, don't worry," Maddie responds.
Dylan is slightly surprised when she arranges a car for the night, yet he doesn't question her efforts to make the evening special.
In a few minutes, they arrive at the art exhibition. The exterior resembles an abandoned factory. Disembarking, Maddie pays the receptionist at a table for entrance.
"This was my idea, so it's my treat," Maddie explains.
"You have a quite generous and beautiful girlfriend. I hope you treat her well, or you'll lose her," the older woman offers, as they proceed down the hallway with Maddie and Dylan.
Upon reaching the "Europe" room, Dylan notices other couples on dates, which reassures him that they're on a date too.
Maddie guides them through the space, viewing various classical paintings and statues featuring nude figures. One piece displays a replica of the statue of David and Greco-Roman athletes' nude paintings. They don't dialogue much during this visit.
"So, what do you think so far?" Maddie asks him.
"Err... honestly?" Dylan replies.
"Of course honestly," Maddie assures him.
"Well, it's a bit... eh... unexciting, but I'm just happy to be here with you. I'm here for anything you like," he confesses.
"If I'm being honest too, I do agree that it's a bit tedious. I'm not sure why Katie recommended this place. Let's keep going; maybe it'll get more interesting," Maddie suggests, clutching his hand to guide him into the "Africa" room.
Two tall African fertility statues block the entrance, each standing at 6ft, with indefinite black bodies and phalluses protruding 3ft. To pass, Maddie grabs the long, thick phallic object and pushes along, leading Dylan from behind. The sight of his crush's hand on something like that arouses him. The statues appear to be swinging doors.
Maddie continues: "Watch out for the enormous black cock. It's risky." She giggles.
Dylan then goes through the passage. Maddie leads them to each artwork. The first displays a nude Black man wearing a warrior headdress and red face paint. His broad arms, legs, deep chest, and chiseled abs are emphasized, with a prominent yet soft phallus trailing down one leg.
"So, this is more the way I'd like it," Maddie praises.
"Really? You enjoy this?" Dylan inquires.
"Obviously. Why? What's not to like? The European artists attempt to pander to the white male ego. They produce meek, powerless men to boost self-esteem. The African artist showcases a man—strong, virile, and powerful—the standard of what a man should be. If these men feel inadequate, so be it. It's simply more honest... And you can tell the artists care about the female perspective. Look at this phallus. It's tough not to imagine the magnitude of its hardness," Maddie enthusiastically adds as they proceed.
She then directs him to the next artwork: a nude black woman performing a handstand, her hands on the floor. A muscular black man stands beside her with a cock hanging to his thighs. He penetrates her, and she contributes to an ejaculating woman around them.
"Check out this one," Maddie gushes. "African artists embrace sex. There's no embarrassment about sex. It's exclusively for pleasure."
She marked the woman's stomach, then continued, "See here, you can observe where the hard cock head's penetrating her, yet he still has more thickness left for her. These details are exclusive to African art."
Maddie guides him to another collection of artworks, each depicting couples with African origins indulged in intimate acts. Dylan grows more uneasy with every vivid description Maddie gives, yet he can't help but admit that the illustrations are tempting and listening to Maddie talk so freely about sex is piquing his interest. Eventually, they abandon the current room and go into a new one labeled "Modern."
The first painting exhibits three large black males and a naked blonde, brunette, and redhead white woman, each kneeling in front of the black males.
"It's quite alluring, but I wish we could have viewed the actual act," Dylan tells Maddie.
She pulls him to the next exhibit, which is a still photo showing a white guy on the ground, his hand wrapped around his member, with only the tip exposed. A brunette white lady is sitting on his face, and before her is a large black man, his member in her mouth.
"What about this one? You're surprisingly quiet. Do you comprehend it? Do you like it?" Maddie inquires.
"Well, it's kind of a threesome, right? And it's quite hot," Dylan answers.
"No, it's not really a threesome. It's a statement about society. The white males for a long time have been a dominant power, but now in our modern world, they're restricted to satisfying themselves while trying to please the white females. But no one is interested in pleasing him. The white females have privilege to control the men, yet it's their responsibility to please the black males. The black males merely exist, with their very existence bringing pleasure to the female," explains Maddie before dragging him to the next painting.
"In this photo, there's a beautiful white lady with the white man on a leash, without control, his desire matters not. However, she is leashed to a black man, she's his property to be used," Maddie says. She posts yet another one.
"Here, the handsome white man hadn't a say in matter and endures ejaculating on himself while his wives or girlfriends delight in sharing a thick black cock," interprets Maddie about yet another photo.
Then there's painting after painting..
"Here, the white man concedes that he doesn't deserve any sexual pleasure either, not even via his hand. He just watches as his penis remains encased in a chastity cage," halts Maddie.
"I like how, in this one, the faces of the white women prove that the black male brought satisfaction to all ten of them, while the husbands were tied and weren't even able to touch themselves, covered in their own semen," praises Maddie.
Brewish silence fills the chamber as Maddie establishes their relationship, from having no comment to seemingly gaining a romantic connection to Dylan. Their friendship appeared to have transformed into something extraordinary, although Maddie's remarks were left hanging.
As they visit the next room labeled "Interactive," a woman from the entrance questions if it's their initial visit. Hearing Maddie's reply that it is, the woman directs them to room four.
"Is he your boyfriend or husband?" She quizzes Maddie.
With a charming smile and playful pause, Maddie dispels any reluctance, stating, "Well, he's my bestie. My little Dilly. Maybe tonight could spark more than mere friendship," adding to the excitement.
Upon entering the room with '4' on its door, they uncover a couch along with a small nightstand at the edge. Just as they settle in, an attractive voice resonates from a speaker.
"Welcome to the interactive portion of the exhibition. Follow all instructions. The male member of the couple should occupy the couch. The female partner should stand up and stay there. Soon, music will begin to play. During the song's duration, the woman should dance naked for her man and present what she has to offer. Make sure he enjoys the show without getting too aroused," gives the voiceover.
Dylan settles on the couch as Maddie faces him, swaying to the slow R&B track that fills the room. Her bright eyes catch his gaze, a playful pout accentuating her mouth. Her shapely body moves back and forth, causing her boobs to jiggle in the scrumptious navy blue dress. After teasing her tits a bit, she squeezes them, spilling out from the dress.
Madelaine chuckles at Dylan, seeing how intensely he stares. She slides her fingertips up her legs, reaching the hem of her sundress, and quickly flashes him a peek of her lacy underwear with ample elastic. She turns around, swaying her hips as she pulls her dress upwards. Her bottom seems to have grown since a few months ago, as she lifts it up higher, revealing more of her backside with the help of her skimpy underwear.
Madelaine gracefully spins back to her former position, exposing herself and capturing his gaze. She and Dylan are now standing upright, her red dress above her hips as if in a music video. As she gyrates closer to him, her cheeks slap together audibly, prompting him to fantasize about the possibility of having a throbbing cock jammed between her legs. As her ass rolls back and forth, tumbling over itself, Dylan can't help but notice the change in her shape.
After a brief pause, Madelaine swivels again with her thighs exposed, appearing to regret her actions. She continues to clamber up her slinky dress with her both hands, freeing one to toss the red fabric at Dylan. She then untangles her arms and pats her chest, intentionally casting light over her large, feminine breasts. Her enervated nipples stand out, tickling her thumbs as they rub across them.
When she faces him once again, her back presented, intoxicatingly close to Dylan, she slowly draws a finger between her locus and her thong's crocheted waist. She yanks it from her and flaunts her nakedness until she's in front of him, her hands cupped between her thighs. After a second, she drops her palms, showing off her delectably fresh pussy.
When the instructions echo from the ceiling speakers, the song then pauses. "The woman will kindly sit down. The men don't require any sexual performances. Remove any leftover pieces of clothing and get down to your underwear. You will have a minute to complete this."
The twitching veins in Dylan's neck signal nervousness. He discards his shirt and footwear, then effortlessly peels his pants, baring his briefs. With visible tenting, Dylan's bulge is conspicuously defined.
The persistent voice continues through the speakers. "Ladies, make your way to your partner and assume a kneeled position before him. Whereupon the entrance of our guest, you will take over."
Dylan locks eyes with the naked Madelaine, unable to believe his luck. An imposing man, naked save for his boxers, shuffles in. He stands directly in front of her.
Desperately stalling for time, the voice clarifies, "Gentlemen, if your partner is still dressed, remove their garments for them."
This directive prompts Madelaine to tug at the waistband of Dylan's underwear. It unfailingly yanks down an average-sized white phallus.
"Please compare your two penises visually, and say aloud whose is longer and how much."
Madelaine's eyes widen as she watches the shrinking black penis swell up before her, along with his testing sack. "The black cock is at least twice as long."
"Now, for girth. Which one feels larger?"
"The black cock is significantly thicker. I'm envisioning that it would take at least four of Dylan's to achieve this girth."
"To examine the weight of each penis, use your hands to toggle back and forth. Then announce which one is weightier."
Madelaine gazes at the two cocks curiously, hesitantly wrapping her delicate hand around the impressive black member. She hoists it into the air, balanced on a single grip. Then she grabs and reads the diameter of Dylan's somewhat flaccid penis between her fingertips.
"The penis associated with the black man weighs astoundingly more than Dylan's."
The size of a man's testicles can greatly impact his masculinity and fertility. Testosterone, produced by larger testes, enhances a man's muscle mass, confidence, strength, and intimacy in bed. If combined with a longer penis that deposits semen closer to the fallopian tubes and a thick erection that keeps the sperm from getting pushed back, the chances of conception significantly improve.
Next, let's focus on the female partner. She needs to ensure both men are fully aroused. If the chosen partner is already erect, make sure to give him the occasional stroke to maintain his erection as you prepare your guest. Comparing the two cocks can create a heightened sense of anticipation.
Imagine this scenario: Maddie, our female partner, grabs the enormous black cock. One hand grasps the base, and the other reaches for the crown. Her spit covers the head as her hand glides up and down. In utter amazement, she returns her attention to her partner, Dylan. She gently fondles him for a moment, then returns her focus to the gigantic black dick. It grows steadily until it reaches nearly 13 inches, as opposed to Dylan's max of 5.
The voice echoes through the room, "Enough with the playtime. Make sure both men are well-stimulated. Give their cocks some undivided attention for a minute. Compare how each cock feels in your hand. Start now."
Maddie moves in front of Dylan and grabs his cock, which is already wet from her saliva.
"This dick is so thin. It's barely filling my hand and doesn't require much effort to stroke." With her mouth full of the black man's cock, she yields to the pleasurable sensation, stroking and sucking on his member. "I can wrap my entire hand around this guy, and he could easily support a few more hands. Your dick, while I manage to wrap around it with one hand, barely peeks out. I could comfortably wrap my other hand around it." Maddie says, admiring the difference in size.
After a few quick strokes, she gives his head a kiss and moves to take the entire length into her wet, warm mouth.
"Amazing! I've never had a black cock in my throat before! It's such a challenge, but boy, does it feel good!" She speaks between licks and strokes while Dylan watches on.
Maddie moves on to Dylan, who's restless and close to cumming. She strokes him fast, while recounting her experience with the black man's cock. "Dylan, I can actually stroke so much faster with the black cock since there is significantly less physical distance to cover. Also, I can have the black guy's entire member in my mouth without any issues. You should see how easily it slides through my mouth."
Dylan can't help but moan as Maddie guides his dick with a steady hand. She's no stranger to the pleasures of Dylan's cock, but the weight and girth of the black man's pole are new experiences for her.
"Let it all out, Dilly. There's no need to hold back. Cum for me.", Maddie encourages as she stokes him further, feeling his manhood swell in her palm. His dick twitches and unloads a generous amount of cum, splattering the floor.
"Nice cum, Dilly. Small white balls has quite a bit to offer."
Now it's time for the final fiesta. Sit back and enjoy the performance as the black guy prepares to perform. Allow yourself to indulge in the sight of a woman's sexual ecstasy while pleasuring yourself, if necessary. Arrange your seating comfortably to witness the show. Remember, the main objective is to enjoy yourself and witness the beauty of a woman in the throes of sexual pleasure. Do not hesitate to ejaculate when the urge arises. Luxuriate in the captivating spectacle of the black man's abilities. It's Showtime!
Dylan sits on the couch, and Maddie sits right beside him, their legs touching. Both of them watch intently as a huge, dark log of a cock falls on Maddie's pussy and stomach, then is pushed at her entrance.
"Oh my god, oh my God, oh my God... it's stretching me so good." She moans loudly, almost straight away.
He travels slowly, sliding a few inches into her and moving back and forth, while Maddie moans persistently. With every extra inch he enters, her moans get louder. When he's worked in the first half, 6 inches of this large cock, Maddie reaches out to Dylan's thigh, gripping it tightly as she braces for her first climax.
Hearing Maddie, his crush, scream in pleasure, her body trembling beside him, her hand on his naked thigh, Dylan can't help but start stroking while watching this amazing sight.
For the next hour, Dylan remains on the couch, witnessing Maddie being fucked in different ways. The two best friends experience a near-constant state of orgasmic bliss, each cumming repeatedly.
Maddie places her hands on Dylan's legs, staring into his eyes, as a massively endowed man fucks her from behind, her butt bouncing with each thrust. She rides the thick cock in both directions, offering Dylan the view of her boobs bouncing and her butt riding. The enormous man lifts her up and then slams her down the length of his cock with little effort.
His dear friend, his only crush, the woman he wants to be with, is being controlled and manhandled, screaming into submission, and all Dylan can do is watch the show. It's simultaneously the lowest point and the pinnacle of his life, and he finds himself covered in his own cum from the whole experience.
"On your knees, bitch. I have more white sluts to fuck tonight." The huge-cocked black man orders Maddie, as she recovers from her latest climax, and then follows his command.
Kneeling in front of the massive man and his massive black cock, Maddie wraps her hands around him as best she can, stroking his long length and licking the head.
"Please, please, please cum for me. I want to be covered. I need to feel your hot cum all over me." Maddie pleads as she opens her mouth wide.
The massive black cock begins shooting a continuous stream. The petite blonde gobbles up as much as she can, but it's too much to swallow it all, and it flows down her face, neck, and body like a thick white stream, soaking almost every part of her.
"Alright, whiteboy, take your bitch and leave. We're done here." The black Adonis instructs them.
The two quickly dress, their clothes soaking in their cum-soaked bodies. Dialogue between them is minimal while they're escorted back to Dylan's apartment.
"Maddie, come to my bedroom. I have a surprise for you." Dylan tells her.
Upon entering the bedroom, Maddie lies on the edge of the bed, raising her dress and removing her panties. She runs a finger along the length of her reddened pussy, which Dylan just watched getting handled.
"I want to take your virginity, Dylan." She says bluntly to her best friend. "I want you to fuck me. Show me how you compare to that large black cock."
Dylan doesn't even take time to undress, his excitement growing. Standing before his most treasured desire, he lines his 5-inch cock with her opening and slides it in.
"Are you almost done?" She asks.
"It's already in." He responds.
"Okay... just kinda feeling it... let me actually feel it, fuck me HARD." Maddie urges him.
Dylan starts thrusting rapidly. He feels her warmth all around and the wetness of her pussy.
"Ohh... ahh... yeah... it feels so nice...give me that slim white dick." she begs. "Mm...mm... mm."
Dylan increases his speed, thrusting hard.
"Ohh... ahh... yes... it feels good...give me that big white dick..." she urges again, before breaking out into a giggle.
"I'm sorry I can't even say that with a straight face." She says, staring straight into his eyes. Her green eyes sparkling, and a playful smile on her face.
"Keep going." Maddie demands now in a firm tone, without the pretense of fake orgasm noises or faux enjoyment in her voice.
"I hope you're enjoying this, because otherwise, at least one of us would be. I can barely feel that scrawny little whiteboy dick."
Maddie just lies there, looking uninterested as Dylan pounds away as hard as he can. He can hear his breath quicken, see the tension in his body increase. She moves back, out of reach of Dylan's thrusts.
"Not inside me. Never come inside me." She commands seriously, before a smile returns to her face.
She sinks to her knees on the bed, facing him, gripping his shoulders, tugging him downwards, forcing him onto the mattress beside her. She straddles his legs as he lies on his back, clutching his penis firmly in one grip.
His gaze stays fixed on the girl of his fantasies, her dress still wet with another man's semen, her legs, face, and cleavage all covered in the leftovers of their encounters. The timid naive girl next door transforms into a sex-crazed minx before his eyes. Despite having climaxed several times that night, and even in a typical week, he still can't help but feel even more aroused. While the shame and humiliation do creep in, he discovers that a more significant portion of him is taken up by an intense pleasure that silences any misgivings.
"Cum for me, Dilly," she urges, intensely stroking the tip while positioning it towards his upper body.
Weakened from the evening's events, he can only produce a few droplets, yet they travel far, landing on his upper torso and face.
"Seems like I drained every last drop from you, my dear boy," she says. "Now go freshen up and come back to bed my love."
Dylan retires to the bathroom, washing away the aftermath of a night filled with cum. By the time he returns to his bed, Maddie is asleep.
