The Bunny and her BFF

*** This story contains, femdom, various forms of sexual humilation (size, stamina, etc), whiteboy humiliation, and BNWO themes. If this is not your thing, please stop reading.***

There's a knock on the door. Dylan excitedly rushes to answer it.

"Hey Dilly, you ready to go?" Maddie says.

Dylan can't help but feel a warm feeling all over his body. His best friend since forever, the only person who still calls him "Dilly", his first and only real crush, the girl he's spent 1000's of hours playing video games with, and gone on camping trips with, was now standing at his apartment door for what he hoped was their first date.

Dylan and Maddie were nearly inseparable all throughout their childhood. Both of them were pretty shy, especially during and after the awkwardness of puberty. Neither of them dated, or partied. They enjoyed time alone with each other: listening to music, watching movies, playing video games, and just talking.

Regardless of the weather Maddie was normally a conservative dresser. She typically wore baggy pants, and either a sweatshirt or loose fitting t-shirt. Even so, she was always cute. She was 5 foot nothing and blonde, with green eyes. She wasn't chubby, but had rounded cheeks, and that girl next door face that could melt his heart.

Dylan got to tag along with Maddie's family for a weekend at her grandparents' beach house, the summer after senior year, the week before leaving for college. Seeing her on the beach in her bikini for the first time, made his love for his best friend, and crush on the cute girl next door, turn into something else entirely.

Her body was perfect. She had perky, round c-cup tits, which looked even more impressive on her short frame, and with her tight stomach, and tiny waist. Her booty was nice and round, with just enough meat to jiggle with every step, by no means small nor massive. It was perfect, he thought.

Dylan spent most of the days of this getaway in the water, trying to conceal his excitement, and at night he couldn't wait for her to be ready for bed, so he could take care of himself.

They went off to separate schools. She was living on campus at the state school a couple hours drive away. He had gotten an apartment paid for by his parents and attended a more high end private school in their hometown. They would still talk on the phone, or text a couple times a week, but it seemed as though she was changing.

After a few weeks of college Maddie was going out partying most nights. Dylan would get photos of her at 1am obviously drunk in short skirts or booty shorts, and revealing tank tops, at some party usually with the basketball or football team. Dylan loved the pics, often having to stroke himself to sleep. But still his cute, innocent, best friend was changing, and he feared he may lose her.

It wasn't just her attire or social life that was changing though. Whereas neither of them ever really talked about or seemingly cared about politics before, now it seemed to be most of what she wanted to talk about. Their phone conversations typically centered around privilege, the patriarchy, white supremacy, the fragile white male ego, or the historical subjugation of blacks.

Dylan considered himself a liberal, if he was anything. His parents and grandparents were pretty wealthy, and very involved in the charities around town. He was raised to care about others, and to help when possible. To use his family's financial privilege to the betterment of those underprivileged, if you will.

But the constant barrage or hearing how bad white men were, was getting to be a little much. Anything wrong with the world seems to be the fault of white men to her, and any issue black men faced was never their own fault, it was just white male jealousy.

But here she was, his dream girl, in a silky navy blue dress, with thin straps, and a lacy accent displaying her impressive cleavage, and again at the bottom of the dress which barely hung down to her mid thigh.

After not seeing each other for a couple months, she had come home on a long weekend, to spend some time with Dylan. She mentioned she wanted to stay at his new apartment, and check out an art exhibit her friend Katie recommended with him. All he could assume was that spending the weekend alone together meant she was ready to take their relationship to a next step.

"Absolutely, I'm ready to go. And you look incredible by the way." Dylan tells her.

"Aww thank you, Dilly. You're so sweet." She tells him, dropping her overnight bag off inside his apartment before taking his hand, and leading him down the hallway.

"I could've picked you up at school or the train station, you know." he says.

"Oh no worries at all. I got a ride." she explains, and they make their way downstairs. Dylan can't help but notice when he's following her out, that her butt has gotten a little bigger than he remembered, probably from the state school cafeteria diet, he assumed.

Once outside there is a BMW parked in front of the apartment building, and a guy who looks to be about their age, who opens the rear door. Maddie starts to enter the car.

"What's this?" Dylan asks.

"Our ride. My treat, don't worry." Maddie replies.

Dylan is a little surprised that she would get them a car for the night, seeing as how Dylan had his own. But it seems like she's putting effort into making this a nice night for them both, so he doesn't think much of it.

A few short minutes of small talk later they get to the art exhibit, and from the outside it looks more like an abandoned warehouse. They get out of the car, and make their way inside. When they reach a table with an attractive middle aged woman sitting behind it, Maddie reaches into her pocket book, and pulls out a pretty substantial wad of cash, and pays the lady for entrance.

"This was my idea, so it's my treat." Maddie tells him.

"Looks like you've got a very generous girlfriend, and quite beautiful too. I hope you treat her as well as she treats you, you don't want to lose her." The older woman says, as Dylan and Maddie make their way down a hallway.

The first room they enter is labeled "Europe", with a banner taped above the doorway. Inside there are a handful of other couples, seemingly also on dates, this makes Dylan happy, seemingly confirming he idea this is a date.

Maddie leads Dylan around to check out various classical paintings and statues, which seem to be a variety of nudes. There's a replica of the statue of David, and paintings of ancient Greek athletes competing in track and field events the nude, and some paintings of classical beauties, in some form of undress. They don't really talk much throughout the room.

"What do you think so far?" Maddie asks him after a few minutes of browsing.

"Honestly?" Dylan asks.

"Of course honestly." she replies.

"Well it's a little... uh..boring.... But it's fine, I'm just happy to be here with you. If you're interested, I'm here for it." He tells her

"If I'm being honest, I kinda agree, it is a bit boring. I don't even know why Katie recommended this place. But let's continue on, maybe it will get more exciting." Maddie tells him, and grabs him by the hand to lead him into a room labeled "Africa".

At the entrance are two large African fertility statues, one on each side of the doorway, about 6 feet in height, with mostly formless black bodies, and phalluses sticking out 3 feet each, blocking the entrance way. Maddie wraps her dainty hand around the long thick phallic object, and pushes forward. The sight of his crush's hand on an item like this is a bit of a turn on. The statues seem to be on a turnstile, and Maddie walks through the entrance, before the statue springs back.

"Watch out for the big black cock" She says with a little giggle. "It's dangerous."

Dylan makes his way through the gate, and again Maddie leads him around to each piece of artwork. The first is a nude portrait of a black man in a warrior headdress with red face paint marks. His arms and legs are wide and chiseled, on a large frame with 12 pack abs, and then dangling between legs is a soft, but still thick cock dangling half way down his thighs.

"Now this is more like it." Maddie says.

"Really? You like this?" Dylan asks.

"Of course. What's not to like? The European artists were so concerned with not offending the white male ego. They paint these docile, powerless men, with little penises, to make the majority of men feel good about themselves. The African artist is showing us a strong, virile, powerful man. The epitome of what a man should be. If the men who see it feel bad about themselves, so be it, maybe they should be ashamed. It's just much more honest.... And you can tell, the African artists care about the female perspective. I mean look at that cock. You can't help but think of how impressive it would be, if it was actually hard." Maddie explains with more and more excitement, as she continues on.

She quickly takes him to the next picture. This painting has a naked black woman doing a headstand, her hands bracing herself at the ground, her large tits hanging towards her face. Then there is a black man standing up, large, and well muscled. The two bodies meet with a thick cock penetrating wrapped tightly in a pussy gushing liquid into the air.

"I mean look at this one" Maddie says giddily. "African artists embrace sex. There is no shame or embarrassment equated with sex. Just pleasure."

She points to the woman's stomach in the painting, and then continues on.

"See right here, you can see where that thick cock head is penetrating her in the stomach, and yet the black man still has more cock to give her, it's not even all the way in. Those are the kind of details you can only find in African art."

Maddie takes him round to another handle of pieces, each of African couples engaged in sexual acts, and Dylan can't help but feel more and more uncomfortable with each animated explanation Maddie gives, but also he can't deny that the pictures are pretty hot and hearing her talk so openly about sex is getting him a little worked up. Eventually they leave the room, and make their way a new one labeled "Modern"

The first picture is a painting of 3 large black men, and from the back side a blonde, a brunette, and a red-headed white woman naked, each knelt before the black men.

"I mean it's pretty hot, but I wish we got to see the actual action."

She drags him to the next exhibit, an actual still photo. There is a white man lying on the ground, his hand wrapped around his cock, with the head barely peeking out. A thick brunette white woman is sitting on his face, and in front of her is a large black man with a large cock in her mouth.

"You've been quiet. I want to hear what you think about this one. Do you understand it? Do you like it?" Maddie asks.

"I... ahh.. I mean it seems like it's just a threesome, I get that... and it's kinda hot." Dylan says.

"It's not really a threesome. It's a statement about society. You see, the white male for too long has had too much power, so now in the modern world, he is left to please himself, and try to please the white woman. But no one is trying to please him. The white woman gets to use the white man as she sees fit, but it is her duty to please the black man. The black man gets to just exist, as his existence alone is pleasuring the woman." Maddie interprets the picture, before dragging to the next.

"Or in this one, the beautiful white woman has the white man on a leash, he is just let with no say, his desire does not matter, her desire is all that matters. But yet she is leashed by the black man, she is his to be used." and then she shows him another one.

"Or here you can see the four white men watching, and enjoying the show of the four white women sharing the black man's cock. If you look on the table you can see the four stacks of cash, they probably paid for the pleasure of watching. And I like how the artist included this visual on the side where they show that even if you took the four white dicks and put them together, they still wouldn't be as long or as thick as the one black cock. It really shows how white men's privilege lies in their money, and they are happy to give it over so their wives or girlfriends can enjoy the privilege of a big black cock."

Then there's picture after picture..

"In this one, the white male has conceded he doesn't deserve sexual pleasure at all even by his own hand. He just watches while his penis is locked in a chastity cage."

"I like how in this one you can see by the women's faces that the black man pleased all 10 of them, and the husbands are too tied up to even touch themselves, but also covered in their own cum."

Between Maddie's enthusiasm and Dylan's confusion, he hasn't even said a word in a long time, as they finish the last exhibit, and takes his hand to lead him to the next room, labeled "Interactive".

There is a woman at the entrance way who asks if it is their first time here, and Maddie answers that it is. She tells them to go to room number 4..

"Is he your boyfriend or husband?" The lady asks.

"Well he's my bestie. My little Dilly. But after tonight who knows? We might be more than just friends." Maddie responds, and any reticence about how the evening is going is washed away. His gorgeous best friend, the only girl for him, does feel more for him than just friendship.

Once inside there is a long hallway, with doors on both sides. They enter the room with the number four on it. Inside is a couch, and a little nightstand to the side, and then all of a sudden a pleasant female voice is heard over a speaker.

"Welcome to the interactive portion of the exhibit. Please follow all the instructions. The gentleman of the couple should sit on the couch. The lady of the couple should remain standing. In a few moments a song will start playing. During the duration of the song, the woman should dance for her man and strip down naked. Give your man a good show. Let him see what you have to offer, but don't touch him too much, we don't want him to get too excited."

Dylan sits down on the couch, and Maddie faces him, as a slow r&b song starts playing. Her eyes meet his, and she gives him an adorable smile then bites her bottom lip playfully. Her tight body starts swaying back and fore and her tits jiggle with every sway. She lets her hands run up her thighs, and hips and stomach slowly, before giving her tits a squeeze with cleavage bursting out the top of the navy blue dress.

Maddie gives Dylan a little giggle, as she can see him stare intently. She runs her hands back down her body, to the bottoms of her dress, and then gives him a quick flash of her lacy plant panties, before turning around.

She starts twerking. It's not perfect dancing, Maddie was never a dancer, or even went to a school dance, but the way her booty meat is shaking side to side and up and down is hypnotic. She slowly starts dragging her dress up, giving him a view of more and more of her butt until it's all view, swallowing up a barely visible black thong. As her cheeks smash into each other, in between thoughts of what it would feel like to have a dick between her cheeks, he can't help but notice that her ass has definitely gone since a few months ago.

Maddie turns back around, still holding her dress above her waist, and continues to slowly drag it up her body. Once she almost reaches her tits, she turns to the side to remove her dress and throws it at Dylan, and then cupping her tits, before turning back around. He can see the fullness of her tits as she covers her nipples with her hands. Stepping towards him just a few inches from his face she lets go, giving him a quick up close glance of her perfect little pink nipples.

She turns around again and walks a few feet away. She slowly takes her panties down, leaning down as they slide down her legs giving him a full view of naked ass. She turns around to face him with her hand covering his pussy. Slowly removing it, putting her perfect pink pussy on full display

Then the music stops, the voice overhead starts explaining again. "Ok now the woman may sit down. For the gentleman, there is no need for a sexy show, but please strip down as well to nothing but your boxer shorts or underwear. You will have one minute to do this."

Dylan nervously begins stripping down. Removing his shirt, and then his shoes and socks, before taking down his pants. It is quite obvious when his pants drop, how excited he is as there is a tent in his boxers sticking out a few inches.

The voice comes over the loudspeaker. "Now the woman should make her way next to the gentleman, and get on her knees in front of him."

Dylan watches as the love of his life, gets on her knees in front of him, naked. Then the door opens, and the voice returns.

"Now this will be your guest for the rest of your time in this room." The voice says and in walks a large black man, dressed in only his boxer shorts as well. He stands on the other side of Maddie.

"Now if the two men in the room could please remove their underwear."

The black man quickly drops his boxers to the floor, revealing soft yet still 9 inch thick black cock dangling between his legs. Dylan plays with the elastic band sheepishly.

"You may have noticed your guest was confident enough to remove his underwear instantly upon request, whereas your partner was less eager, maybe he still hasn't taken them off. This is normal, and healthy. It is the sexual shame some men feel. If your partner is still clothed. Please remove his underwear for him."

Maddie quickly pulls down Dylan's boxers. Exposing a 5 inch skinny white dick that is sticking straight forward.

"Assuming the woman gave a substantially sexy strip tease, the partner is probably fully erect, and the guest is not. This is fine for now. I would like the woman to visually inspect the two penises, and say out loud which one is longer, and feel free to say by how much."

"The black cock is like twice as long."

"Next I would like you to say which one is girthier, and again feel free to say by how much."

"The black cock is way thicker, I think it would probably take 4 of Dylan's to be this thick."

"Now I would like you to take each penis into your hand and feel which one is weightier, and say it out loud."

Maddie follows the instructions wrapping her dainty hand around the massive black cock and lifting it up with one hand while using an open palm to push up on Dylan's boner. It's the first time he's felt another person's hand on his cock, and her soft warm skin feels amazing, if only for a few seconds.

"The black cock is so much heavier, I mean it's like night and day... or should I say black and white."

"Penis length, girth, and wileight all play an important part in sexual pleasure. The more nerve endings that can be reached lengthwise, and the more pressure which can be applied by the girth, the more enjoyable the sex will be. A heavier penis has the added benefit of more gravity pushing it down to apply even more additional pressure... Now I would like you to visually inspect and use your hands to inspect the testicles, and then say which ones are larger."

Maddie turns her attention to the black man, using both hands to cup his massive sack, and then turns to Dylan, and uses two fingers to gently squeeze him.

"Definitely the black balls are like, I don't know 10 times bigger."

"The testicles are important to the overall manliness of a man, as well as fertility. The excess testosterone produced by larger testes, makes a man more muscular, more confident, stronger, and a better lover. The larger the testes, the more sperm which are produced, which increases the likelihood of conception. If coupled with a longer penis which would deposit sperm closer to the fallopian tubes, as well as a thicker cock, would keep the sperm from leaking back away, the chances of conception are far far greater. Now to continue on to our next step. The woman will need to make sure both men are fully erect. If your partner is erect, make sure to give him some attention every now and then to keep him there, while you work up your guest."