“My God, what can he be doing to her? Do you think that she’s ok?”

Coming from the room next door, a woman’s moans had turned to howling wails. If we’d been in a hotel, then I’d have called the cops for sure.

But we weren’t in a hotel; we were at home, and the noises were coming from our spare room, where Sarah’s old friend Katie and her new boyfriend, Tyrell, were ‘sleeping’.

“Babe, I think it’s just their lovemaking,” I tried to reassure her.

“Lovemaking? It sounds like he’s assaulting her!”

“Well, some couples do, as I understand it, enjoy quite, er, vigorous congress.”

“Congress? Conflict, more like it. She sounds like she’s in agony.”

“Babe, it might just be that she’s still adapting to him, as it were, if he’s, er, on the large side.”

“On the large side? I know he’s a bodybuilder, but what’s that got to do with it?”

“No, I mean perhaps he’s, you know, well endowed.” I spoke the last words softly. “After all, you do know what they say.”

“Oh, what, just because he’s Black, you mean? That’s just a clichéd trope, you perv; you’ve been watching too much porn.”

Katie’s screams had now been joined by the slapping sound of flesh on flesh.

“Paul! I think he’s hitting her!”

“I think it’s just his hand against her bottom, babe.”

“Against her bottom? How can he have his hand against her bottom if they’re making love?”

“Well, ah, perhaps if instead of being in the missionary position, he might be, well, behind her.”

“Behind her?” Sarah seemed confused.

“Yes, with her on all fours and him, er, I think it’s called doggy style, and he’s spanking her bum as he hammers his big bla…”

“Paul!” Sarah stopped me with an outraged yelp. “Don’t be so crude. This is Katie we’re talking about, not some backstreet hooker. She’d never do it in that sordid position like a bitch on heat.”

The image of them came to me unbidden: a shameless, bestial union. Katie, on her hands and knees, her bum raised up invitingly, and the muscle bull behind her, his huge hand crashing down onto her plump white buttocks as he plundered her cunt with his gargantuan column.

“No, no, of course not, babe. Sorry, it’s unthinkable.”

Their cries and grunts had come to a crescendo and then finally abated.

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, they seem to have finally finished! Night, night, babe.”

We had our little goodnight peck and were about to settle down when noises started up again, spluttering and gurgling this time, interspersed with gasps for air.

“What on earth is going on in there?” Sarah had grabbed a glass from the nightstand, put it up to the wall, and pressed her ear against it.

“Paul, I think he’s choking her.”

It sounded very similar to the quacking of a duck.

“Perhaps she’s got something stuck in her throat,” was all that I could muster.

Something banged against the wall three times like a wrestler’s submission.

“I think she’s trying to call for help. Do you think that I should check on her?”

Sarah was up on her hands and knees now, her ear against the glass and her bottom inches from my face.

“Perhaps they’re having oral sex.”

“What? His penis in her mouth, you mean?”

“Mmmm, yes, her red lips stretched around his giant co…”

“Ssshhh." Her legs had slightly parted now, and her shaven mound was glistening. “I think he’s saying, ‘Take the D’. Whatever can that mean? I'd better text her, hunni, to make sure she’s ok.”

Sarah grabbed her phone and tapped out a rapid message.

The noises from next door died down, and then the sound of laughter. A few seconds later, Sarah’s phone pinged, and she rushed to pick it up.

“Yes, she says she needs my help.”

She jumped out of bed and – stark naked – raced across our bedroom floor, her plump ass jiggling from side to side. At the door, she turned to give me one last look, then slowly pulled it shut.

Into the silence, the emptiness, I whispered, “I’ll be listening for you, babe.”

I urgently yanked down my boxers to release my throbbing hard-on and pressed my ear against the wall.

Their door clicked open, some quiet laughter, a shriek from Sarah, and then just one word: “Massive.”

The next hour was a half-heard cacophony. I was only able to make out occasional snippets as their voices rose at certain moments, but my teased, tormented mind worked overtime trying to conjure images to match the obscene noises.

Wet slurping and the sound of Tyrell’s grunts:

Sarah and Katie each sucking on one of his huge, black balls?

Soft moans and licking as he shouted crude encouragement:

The girls in 69, while Ty enjoyed the lesbian show?

Bouts of rampant rhythmic pounding with each girl taking turns to scream:

Both of them arse up, face down, Ty taking turns to fuck them both?

Eventually both girls howled out, “I’m cumming,” and Tyrell let out a triumphant roar as he – as I imagined it – painted their faces with an ocean of his sperm.

This was much too much for me to endure, and with my fingers tugging frantically at my rock-hard penis, I spilt my thin semen onto our sheets.

The aftermath was quiet; just little bursts of laughter as I drifted off to sleep.

************

When I woke up in the morning, Sarah’s head was resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through her long, dark hair, my penis rising to erection with startling ferocity.

“Mmm,” she stirred, her hand moving gently down my torso.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” I stroked her hair again.

“Mmm, hello you,” her hand moved further down.

I paused for a second, then asked, “Was everything ok last night?”

“Mmm, oh God, yes, it was wond…” It was her turn to pause. “Er, yeah, yeah, it was all ok. Oh my goodness, this little boy’s wide awake this morning." She’d found my throbbing hard-on and slowly started to work two fingers up and down my 4” shaft.

“Katie was ok?”

“Katie? Oh, right, yes, she was fine; I was worried about nothing. She, er, stubbed her toe on the sideboard, and then when she had a drink to take an aspirin, it went down the wrong way. Ty was, erm, patting her on the back to try to stop her coughing.”

“Oh yes, I see. There seemed to be a lot of screaming.”

My voice was trembling now, her grip was tight, and her strokes were getting faster.

“Oh yes, and then we watched a horror film; two young women in Africa got captured by a native tribe.”

That took me past the point of no return; the floodgates in my balls had opened.

“Oh, and Paul.”

“Yes, babe?”

“You know when you’re away next week?”

I felt the flood of semen rushing up my rigid shaft. “Mmmm?”

“Katie and Ty have asked me to go over and stay the night with them.”

Spasms wracked my body as my orgasm hurtled towards my cockhead like a runaway freight train.

“Is that ok with you?”

Thick spurts of cum erupted from my swollen tip and splattered on my face.

“Oh, Sarah baby, yes, yes, YES.”