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Tara’s braless breasts jiggled playfully under her tight T-shirt, knocking against each other until she finally had to cup them with her palms to steady them as the car bounced up the bumpy road which led to the small Rocky Mountain town of Titshurt.

Her husband Preston, who was carefully maneuvering their Aston Martin Vanquish over boulders and potholes, had recently been hired to design software for a firm which was located in this small town. And yet here he was, ignoring the Vanquish’s GPS, and instead following the penciled directions on the back of a crumpled envelope.

The busty blonde kept a firm grip her tits to keep them from wobbling.

“Preston, I can’t believe we’re not lost. We left the highway thirty minutes ago, and this road has deteriorated into something like a pioneer trail. How could there be a town up here? Does a mail truck really drive up and down this gravel road every day??

There was only one reason a young woman as beautiful and sophisticated as Tara Brinks would be moving to such a small, secluded town: Preston, who had been earning $200,000 a year in Los Angeles as a software developer for a major Internet portal, was hand-picked by a firm which had just landed a multi-billion dollar account with the federal government – and had offered to double Preston’s salary if he moved to their home office in Colorado.

The firm had to approve every aspect of Preston’s life in advance, including his physical appearance, his personality, his taste in clothing, his wife and his lack of children. At the time the job was offered, Preston and Tara were engaged to be married, and neither planned on having kids. So it was an easy decision for Tara, since the salary was so high, to agree to quickly marry Preston and move to this hidden part of the country.

“Did you see the gray brick building at the bottom of the road, next to the highway?” Preston asked in response to Tara’s question about the mail service. “The US Postal Service, UPS, FedEx, everything is delivered to and locked in that building, and the town has its own pick-up and delivery system from there.?

The couple passed a sign which read: Almost There! Just 3 More Miles to Titshurt, Colorado!

“Oh, Tits-hurt!” Tara realized aloud. “I thought you said the name of the town was Tithurst! No wonder it wasn’t on the GPS.” She entered the new information into the car’s Global Positioning System, waited, then said: “It still isn’t on the GPS!?

“It’s a very secluded place,” Preston agreed, “I suppose because of all the top-secret government projects they work on up here. Like I said, no kids in the entire town, and even though there are plenty of single men, there’s not a single unmarried woman in Titshurt. There are no airports, helicopter landings are outlawed, and in fact, the airspace is restricted. The only way in or out is this little gravel road.?

When they finally arrived, the first thing Tara noticed about Titshurt was that it resembled an old west town, except for all the automobiles, and the modern clothing worn by its residents.

For one thing, Main Street was not only unpaved, it wasn’t even graveled. It was a wide, flat dirt road, like something right out of Bonanza or Silverado. Also, the businesses which lined either side of Main Street were all built with unpainted wood, and had obviously been built at the same time, as they comprised two long multi-unit buildings. And then there were the sidewalks: raised two feet off the road with steps leading up to each establishment, the sidewalks were made of unfinished wooden planks. The only thing missing was a hitching post and a trough!

Preston parked the car in front of the town’s only hotel. “This is it,” he told Tara. “This is our new home for the next few days. The real estate agent I spoke with on the phone said there are at least a dozen brand new houses available in our price range, so we should be out of here and into our new place as soon as we decide on one we like.?

Tara looked around at the residents of Titshurt, all going about their daily business. She was beginning to feel better about their decision to move to this isolated place, as she noticed that every man she saw was well-dressed, good looking and had a healthy physique. She also noticed the women in this town were very beautiful, and every one of them had firm, healthy tits at least the size of Tara’s.

“So what’s the deal… the only women allowed in this town are attractive ones, with big boobs?” Tara whispered sarcastically to Preston, giggling.

Once inside, Preston had a bellhop take their luggage up to their hotel room, and then a waitress showed them to a table in the hotel’s restaurant. The waitress was a beautiful blonde in her late twenties with a very large set of boobs.

“Hi, my name is Danielle,” she said sweetly, even though she appeared to be in a good amount of physical discomfort, “and I’ll be your waitress.” Danielle handed menus to the couple. “Would you like something to drink while you’re deciding??

Tara couldn’t help noticing the way Danielle kept stealing glances at Tara’s breasts as she and Preston ordered drinks. Tara’s nipples suddenly became self-consciously hard, poking though her thin T-shirt and causing little tingles for Tara.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Danielle asked Tara, overtly motioning with her order pad toward Tara’s happy nipples.

“Um… no,” Tara replied, a little nervous. She hid her breasts behind her menu. “My name is Tara Brinks, and this is my husband Preston, who was recently hired by a Titshurt company. We’ll be house hunting this afternoon.?

Tara thought it was odd that Preston didn’t take exception to the waitress’s brash observation of Tara’s braless tits. In fact, he seemed to be a little bit amused by the situation!

“Well then, welcome to Titshurt! I’m pretty sure at least one of you is going to enjoy living here.” Danielle winked at Tara, nodding toward the nervous young woman’s beautiful rack.

But even though Danielle seemed to be putting up a good front, Tara could tell Danielle was in pain. She kept arching her back and twisting, as if her bra was too tight.

“The town’s only real estate office is right across the street there, to the right of the sheriff’s office,” Danielle continued. The hotel restaurant had a clear view of Main Street, and Tara and Preston could see both the real estate company and the sheriff’s office.

“A sheriff’s office?” Tara asked.

“Yes,” Danielle replied, “this is a small county, and Titshurt is its only town, so we don’t have a city police force – just a sheriff and two deputies.” Tara thought Danielle suddenly appeared to be even more uncomfortable, now that they were discussing the sheriff.

“Thanks,” Preston said. “We’ll head over to the real estate office right after lunch.?

“And be sure to make the Titshurt Town Meeting this Saturday night!” Danielle added. “It’s mandatory for the wives, and the men wouldn’t miss it for the world! Let’s see, this is Monday morning… so you still have quite a wait.?

Danielle was addressing Tara now, grimacing and smirking at the same time: “But the suspense will make the town meeting that much more fun. You’ll see, Miss Brinks. It only took me a couple of weeks to really start to love the town of Titshurt.”

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I give your wife absolutely no respect, hell, she doesn?t deserve any.  She is, after all, cheating on her husband.  She isn?t all that concerned about getting respect.  She wants to be thoroughly fucked and that?s all I am after too.  Well, I do enjoy spending your hard earned dough.  Most important, I don?t have to worry about knocking the pig up, she isn?t going to come to me crying.  Hell, you probably never realized that the kid you?re putting through school ain’t even yours.

With merciless earnest, I cop a nut in your bitch.  My massive tool rams in and out of your wife?s cunt.  Stretching it out of shape, filling it deeper than you can imagine.  Her legs spread so wide that her crotch is sore for days after.  I bite the nipples of her breast till she screams in agony.  Every now and then I pull my cock out of her traumatized cunt and slap her on the clit.  There aren?t any kisses, nor any caresses, only a cunt reaming by the biggest dick your wife has ever known.  The lousy slut begs for more.  And damn do I give it to her.  I don?t care that her twat is in pain as I slam it in and pull it out.  Popping my nuts is my only concern.

When the whore is laying on your bed, trembling from exhaustion, I drizzle my sperm all over her ass.  Then I stuff my gigantic cock deep into her tiny asshole.  While she is begging me to stop, I am calling her all the filthy names I can think of.  After all, she ain’t nothing but a cheating little scumbag.  By the time she is ready to pass out, I am just getting started.

Nothing turns me on more than having my humongous tool deep in a woman?s asshole while she convulses uncontrollably beneath me.  Her limp body is at my mercy.  I ram all 14 inches of my dick up a hole you have never used, them turn her inside out as I pull it all the way out.  Stroke after powerful stroke she becomes weaker and weaker, until she is putty in my hands.  As my massive dick swells with orgasm, your sleazy wife begs me to stop.  With each mournful plea, I pump harder and harder.

Your pitiful efforts will never make the missus happy, so you ought to just give up and continue to let me fuck that cunt the way it is intended to be fucked.  I just might let you watch from time to time, if you pay me.  I only charge your slut wife fifty bucks an hour, and you could see her finally enjoy sex for another fifty.

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Right then I should have run the other way.  Why didn’t I?  Well, I’m not tall (a few inches shorter than her), not strong, and not great looking.  I’d never had much luck with girls and — Wendy got me to admit — was still a virgin.  She, on the other hand, was extremely confident and unwilling to compromise.  Other guys loved to look at her full figure, which she was happy to show off.  So, instead of breaking up, I foolishly agreed to her demands.  That same night she let me see her naked (WOW!) and took me to her bedroom.  Wendy was definatly the boss and made me strip for inspection.  Her attention immediately went to my immature penis.

She laughed and told me, “Now I really don’t want you trying to climb on top of me to get into my pussy.  Look at that little dick.”  She stepped closer and ran her soft hands down my chest.  When her fingers passed over my nipples I gasped and started to get an erection.  “Oh, so you like having your titties played with, like a girl?”  Wendy teased me that way some more, until I was moaning loudly.  “Let’s see what kind of stamina your teenie weenie has.”  She turned and pressed her doublewide ass against my crotch, then wagged her hips side to side.  “Do you like that, stud?”

I moaned my approval.  Wendy chuckled at how easily she had taken control of my libido.  Then she turned back to me and grasped my member, enclosing it in her hand.  Suddenly she was stroking it vigorously, her free hand returning to my chest, toying with first one nipple and then the other.  In just under a minute I grunted and shot my meager reserve of cum into her persuasive palm.  I groaned in defeat and let my shoulders slump.

Wendy thought my lack of control was hilarious.  She laughed so hard her big bust shook.  Then she grinned evilly and spread my ejaculate over the fronts of both her tits.

“You’ve got a choice, Mr. Premature Ejaculation.  You can lick my jugs clean right now or you can get your clothes on and leave.  If you don’t know how to do what I tell you, I never want to see you again.”

I was shocked but too much under her seductive spell and too weak willed.  That was the second time I should have left but again I stayed.  Not only did I remain there, but I leaned forward and lapped one of her nipples, getting a taste of my own spend.  I gagged a bit but didn’t stop.  Wendy sat on the edge of the bed and put her fingertips on my shoulders, pressing down to signal that she wanted me on my knees.  As soon as I was kneeling she leaned forward and pulled by face against her other pillowy breast, getting the sticky mess on my nose and lips.  I had to lick up the rest and suck both her nipples.  Then I had to lap clean the palm of her hand.  All of that got her hot and she swung her plump legs up and stretched out comfortably on her back.

“Okay,” she said and pointed to her crotch.  “Get your face on my snatch and show me what else you can do with your tongue.  You said you’re a virgin but I’m sure you’ve jerked off to porn flicks and magazines.  Right?”  Shamefaced, I admitted that was true.  She went on, “Then you have some idea how to take care of a girl with your mouth.  Start by licking my big pussy lips and when I’m ready for something else I’ll give you more instructions.  Imagine you’re in one of those pornies you love to whack off to.”

I began licking, startled by the strong taste.  I hadn’t watched that much porn.  It had just been a few times when I was desperately horny.  Even so, I knew Wendy would always look down on me for it.  At the same time, my revelation reinforced the idea that I wouldn’t have any luck with other females if I did leave her.  I guess that over the next hour, while she coached me through giving her three noisy orgasms, my fate was decided.  By the time I got off her bed to fetch her a can of beer, I was trapped.

Our sex life went along like that.  Wendy warned me not to jerk off in secret anymore.  That restriction, along with all the times I saw her naked, touched her while giving her head, and washed her back and legs in the shower, keep me desperate for release.  She loved to tease me, even stroking my penis but always stopping short of giving me an orgasm.  Wendy also made me masturbate in front of her, sometimes with a pair of her soiled panties around my organ.  Again, I wasn’t permitted to finish.  I began to associate the feel and smell of her unwashed lingerie with my arousal.  She was turning me into a fetishist.

Wendy also got off on regulating other aspects of my life.  When we went out to eat she selected my meals, sometimes really rubbing it in by choosing for me from the childrens’ menu.  Or she would order me items that didn’t go together and then insist that I ‘clean the plate’.  When we had a cute waitress Wendy would scold me in front of her, or talk openly about how useless I was.  At bars she would either not let me drink, or order me a girly drink, like and Apple-tini, or something with a paper umbrella in it.  Guys stared at such a voluptuous woman paired with a dork who would drink a sissy concoction.  Once she even ordered me too much booze and got me drunk, then insulted me until I was sniffling and wiping my nose on my sleeve (at her insistence).  Everyone watched me like I was a total idiot.

Back at her apartment she made me do all the housework, sometimes in the nude, never with more on than the humiliating briefs — several sizes too small and in bright colors — that she bought me.  Actually, I should say she picked them.  I did all the buying.  She got a chuckle out of making me pay for items she used to demean me.  Another of those items was a chamois for me to use to buff her boots.  Wendy had a few pairs when I met her but quickly acquired several more with the aid of my credit cards.  She especially liked one pair, in gleaming black leather, with four inch stiletto heels.  She made me polish them while she had them on, sometimes sitting on the couch watching TV for an hour or more while I knelt and endlessly rubbed them, stealing peeks under her short skirts, feeling my neglected desires mount.  Soon I was thinking about her panties AND boots obsessively.

What else?  She made me get on the bed naked while she gabbed with her girlfriends on her hands-free cellphone headset.  I had to massage her feet, kiss her legs, press my nose into her moist pussy, or do whatever else her whims dictated.  If she called several of her friends it might go on for hours.  Once she wore those boots to bed and had me using the chamois on them, alternating that with masturbating with her worn panties around my small dick.  I had rub my nose into her snatch so that I was breathing her scent in the entire time.  It was maddening and took me one step deeper into her control of my life.

Then she surprised me with the news that she had decided we should get married.  I didn’t know what to say.  The way she mistreated me was destroying my already weak ego, but how she had gotten me addicted to her body, panties and boots prevented me from saying no.  Like I mentioned earlier, there were chances for me to get her out of my life.  If I’d been stronger, even a little, that might have happened.  Instead, I immediately said yes to her intention of marrying.  In fact, I still remember, I answered her with grateful enthusiasm.

Three weeks later we had gotten the license and were in a small church.  On her side of the aisle were Wendy’s rowdy friends.  The females were all showing plenty of cleavage and leg.  The men all looked like they would beat me up at a word from my bride.  On my side of the aisle I had no friends.  Wendy had decided that she didn’t want any of my ‘loser buddies’ to be there.  Not that there would have been many of them, but I went along with her decree.  I had a few aunts and uncles.  Up front were my domineering mother and my wishy washy dad.  They looked like an older version of Wendy and I.  The picture that put in my mind, of being henpecked for decades as my father had been, was frightening but I was too cowardly to back out on my wedding day.  Anyway, I told myself, once we were married she had to treat me better.  Right?

Wrong.  At the reception Wendy danced with other guys.  Danced very close.  When I got upset she told me it was okay because she had dated them and, if they had already slept together why couldn’t they dance close.  My mom even danced that way with a few of them as my dad sat and watched with a pained look on his bland face.  My new bride insisted that I dance with her girlfriends.  They wanted to dance VERY close, and kept me aroused the entire time.  At the end of the reception Wendy was slightly tipsy on champagne and gave all the guys long deep kisses.  I felt gueasy watching that, knowing they were she was rubbing her tongue all over theirs.

Then it was time for us to go back to her place to — I hoped desperately — consummate our marriage in the traditional way.  If I could at least get that much, maybe there was hope for our future sex life together.

At Wendy’s apartment, which she insisted on calling it even though I had been paying the rent for months, she ordered me to strip.  I got undressed with a mixture of hope and fear.  Wendy slipped out of her wedding gown but kept on her white garter belt with its half dozen sexy garters, along with her shiny white stockings and cream colored heels.  She put the little white pillbox hat that was part of her bridal outfit back atop her head.  The hat had glitter on it and a net veil which she lowered over her eyes.  Seeing her like that, naked except for those items, looking like both a bride and a maddeningly desirable sex object, her overblown curves on show, left me weak with need.

She turned her back to me and said, as placidly as if she were asking me to hand her the TV remote, “Kiss my ass, you sexual zero.”

“I… what?”

“Kiss my ass.  Or are you too feeble minded to get even that right?  Start with those big soft cheeks you love to touch and work your way to the deep valley in the middle.  Then you can work your way to my a-hole.  Is there any part of that you don’t understand?”

“B… but, honey, it’s our wedding night.  I thought we would, I mean, that we might, you know…”

“What?  Screw?  Did your nothing dick get bigger while I wasn’t looking?  Did you learn to keep from shooting as soon as you get started?  No, you’re not getting any sex tonight.  Or any night.  Not unless you want to count having your mouth all over my twat as sex, because you’ll be getting all of that you can stand, and more.  Or maybe you want to count ass kissing as sex.  Because that’s what you’re going to do right now, unless you want me to have this marriage annulled, throw you out on the street, and tell everyone what a pussy licking, small dicked, wimp loser you are.  Is that what you want, you jerkoff?  Should I tell everybody how touching my boots gives you a stiffy?”

“N… no.  P… pl… please, Wendy.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to be difficult.  I’ll do whatever you say.  I’ll… do what you told me.”

“Say it, wanker.  Tell me what you’re going to do right now.”

“I’m… going to… kiss your bottom cheeks and…”  I hesitated.  “And then I’m going to kiss your, um… a-hole.”  I swallowed hard.

“That’s right.”  She grabbed my ear, twisted it violently, making me cry out in pain, and tugged downward.  I dropped to my knees.  “Now do it, you weakling.”

With tears brimming in my eyes, I craned my neck forward and planted my lips on her broad pink bottom, kissing the pliant flesh firmly so there would be no doubt that I was cooperating.  My new bride laughed and backed up a step.  Her ass filled my field of vision.  To my shock I got a rampant hard-on.  I continued kissing, covering both her plump cheeks.  Then, feeling dizzy and confused, I moved toward the central divide.  Her earthy scent filled my nostrils as I orally worshipped the inner sides of her buttocks.  Then, unable to stall any longer, I put my face against the meridian of her well-padded rump and, with my hands on her full desirable hips, pressed my features into that prison of flesh.  My mouth found its target and I kissed hard, over and over, as she purred with satisfaction and gave her backside several inviting wiggles.

“Go on,” she instructed.  “Finish the job.  Get your tongue inside me.”

Did she mean…?  OMG, she did.  Revulsed, yet so far gone already that I could see no alternative, and afraid of more physical punishment like that unexpected ear twisting, I jabbed my tongue into her tightness, as deeply as I could manage, and worked it back and forth.  She moaned her approval and didn’t stop me for several long minutes.  Suddenly she stepped away and turned to look down at my crotch.  Not only did I still have an erection, but without meaning to I had put my hand down there and was squeezing it rhythmically.  Wendy scowled.  Then she grinned.

“Well,” she declared.  “If you’re allowed to have fun that way, even though I forbade it, I guess that means I can do whatever I please.”

She turned and took her cellphone off the dresser to hit a pre-set number.  “Hello, Tank?  Yeah, it’s Wendy.  Looks like my new idiot husband is a complete flop on our wedding night.  How about you come over to my place and we can show him how it’s done the right way.  Ten minutes?  I should what?  Tank, baby, that’s a wild idea.  Yeah, I’ll be in bed on my back, waiting for you.  I never took back your spare key, right?  Guess I knew somehow that you’d need it again.”  She laughed.  “See you in ten, lover.”

I was still on my knees, the taste of her ass on my tongue.  She fell back onto the mattress and lewdly spread her curvaceous legs.

“Tank wants you to go down on me so I’ll be wet when he gets here.  He’s got a huge cock and he’s afraid he’ll hurt me with it if I’m not all lubricated.  And he wants you to get me ready so you’ll understand your place in this threesome, right from the start.  Isn’t that considerate of him?”

“B… but, Wendy.  Darling.  I love you.”

“Yeah, and I love you.  I love having your face against my pussy and your tongue giving me foreplay.  Get down there and get busy, idiot.”

Close to tears, I laid between her heavy thighs and did what she said.  I kissed her mound and then began to lap her thick nether lips.  She grunted happily and told me not to dare bring her off, because she was saving that for when Tank got there.  At her instruction I also used plenty of saliva to get her prepped for the man who was going to screw her on OUR wedding night.  I was sick and afraid.

I heard the lock turn, the door open, and then the door slam.  Heavy footsteps came directly to the bedroom.

“Hey, sweetstuff,” Tank said cheerfully.  “Why don’t we get that shrimp out from between your legs and put something substantial there?”

She laughed and gave me several hard blows with her heels.  “Go on, jerkweed.  You heard the man.  The real man.  Get off the bed and make space for someone who knows how to screw and has the equipment to do it.”

As I stood up, ashamed to be seen naked by another man, Tank was already undoing his shirt.  He barked at me, “Get down there and untie my shoes, good-for-nothing.  You don’t want to make your pretty bride wait for her fun, do you?”  When I didn’t answer he snapped at me, “DO YOU?”

“Nuh… no Sir.”  I dropped to one knee and clumsily undid his shoelaces, fearful that he would kick me.

Tank stepped out of his shoes and undid his trousers.  Then he stripped the rest of the way and I saw that Wendy’s claim about his penis had not been exaggerated.  Even limp he was larger than I was with an erection.  There must have been seven inches hanging between his hairy, muscular thighs.  Then he stepped to the side of the bed and she got up on one elbow to lick his waiting member.  At once it began to rise impressively.  As my new wife fitted her mouth over the thick head it reached an alarming nine inches.  My lower lips was trembling and I had to fight back tears.

“Come on, Tank.  I’ve missed that big stick for way too long.  Shove it into me, you damned bastard.”

He was only too eager to comply, not caring at all that it was her marriage night and I was her husband.  Tank got on his knees and set the end of his cock against her pussy, which was wet from my efforts.  He eased in several inches which were greeted by her loud sighs.  Then he buried the rest in her, up to his plum-sized balls.  Wendy squealed with pleasure and writhed her hips as much as the impalement allowed.  Tank began pumping, without technique or even concern for her pleasure, but the dimensions of his rod made up for any and all deficiencies in his style.  She moaned gratefully and met his downstrokes with upward thrusts of her broad hips.  The two of them went at it like animals, slamming their bodies together, on and on, his staying power more than I could have dreamed of possessing, until at last they exploded into twin orgasms.  Their climaxes were long and violent before subsiding into mellow afterglows.

Tank rolled off her and looked straight at me.  “Yo, wimpboy, get me a cold brew.  Hurry up.”

Still naked, I raced to the kitchen.  Wisely, I grabbed a can of beer for Wendy as well.  They accepted them, popped the tabs, and clanked them together in a crude toast.

“To screwing,” offered Tank.

“To screwing YOU,” amended Wendy.  “Because I’m sure as sheepshit never going to let my worthless husband put his baby-sized dick into me.  In fact, why don’t we make this a regular thing, Tank?  I mean, I’ve got my jerk-off new husband to pay the bills.  Did I tell you he likes to pull his tiny pud?  He does.  I make him do it in front of me but I almost never let him squirt.”  They both laughed.  “But really,” she went on, “I need a huge cock like yours all the time.  Come on, Tank.  We were always good together before.”

He belched unapologetically.  She giggled as if he had made a witty remark.  Wiping his lips with the back of his powerful hand, Tank told my new bride, “Sure.  Why the hell not?  Like you said, we make beautiful sex together.”

They kissed passionately.  Then Tank got a bright look on his usually dull face.  “You know what?  I just figured how to seal the deal and like, at the same time, show your patsy husband where he fits into all this.”  To me he threateningly said, “You, pussyface.  Get your mouth back on my woman’s snatch and eat her again.  I want that big mess of paste I left all cleaned up.  Understand?”

“But I can’t…”

His brutish features scowled at me.  I didn’t need him to say anything out loud.  In seconds I was back into my usual bedroom role, my face where I wanted my dick to be, about to eat out Wendy.  Only this time she was filled with another man’s thick, strong-tasting cum.  Trying not to gag, I got my lips and tongue on her and working.  It made my stomach heave but I managed to do it.  They kept me at it for a quarter hour while they kissed wetly and he pawed her breasts.  Finally, satisfied that I had been shown my place in the new order of relationships, Tank permitted me to stop.  He drained the rest of his beer in one long swallow and commanded me to bring another.

That’s the way it’s been ever since.  My wife openly cheats on me with him and loves doing it.  She teases me endlessly and only lets me finish about once every three weeks.  To make sure I don’t enjoy those rare occasions she always watches as I jerk myself off into my hand, halting me several times before allowing me to unload my testicles of their burden, and then delights in having me unhurriedly lick up and swallow my goo, all the while taunting me about what a failure I am and how disgusting my habits — the ones she demands I practice — are to her.

Often she goes out with Tank.  They like to lock me in her closet with her boots and several pairs of her used panties, items that elevate my sexual desires to uncomfortable levels.  Then they come home half drunk and screw wildly as I cower behind the door and listen.  Everytime, however, they remember to release me so I can crawl over and slurp up the generous supply of their mixed fluids from Wendy’s body.

My wife told my Mom about the way things work between us.  My mother not only approved, but told her to make sure I do all the shopping and housework, ideas that Wendy adopted at once.  She also told my wife not to be afraid to slap me in the face when I deserved it — or if she just felt like doing it.

I’m not allowed to go out on my own or to have more than a few dollars in my wallet.  Wendy lets me carry one credit card, which is expired.  I’m not allowed to eat anything out of the refridgerator without her permission.  She even has a ‘bad boy chair’ in the corner that I have to sit in, with my pants down around my ankles, whenever she wants to humiliate me for some minor infraction of her everchanging household rules.

My life is miserable as I pass the months being cuckolded and treated like a spineless nobody.  Our second anniversary is only two weeks away.  Wendy says she has a big surprise planned for me.  I’m terrified to discover what it is.

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“That son of a bitch!” she growled out loud. “He did it to me again!”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she went into the bathroom to get a tissue. She looked in the mirror as she dabbed at her eyes, being careful not to smear her makeup. Today was her twentieth wedding anniversary with Walt. She had planned on having a romantic evening with her husband, beginning with a candle light dinner at their favorite restaurant. She was wearing an outfit designed to arouse him, and set the stage for after dinner activities. A sheer white blouse with an ankle length skirt, slit to mid thigh, and the highest spike heels she could find. The only underwear she had on was a pair of jet black thigh high stockings.

But Walt wasn’t home, and it was already an hour late. Oh yes, the bastard had called to say he was running behind, but that he would be on time for their dinner reservations.

“Fuck him!” Kathy exclaimed loudly. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit!”

She threw the tissue into the waste basket and went downstairs. She grabbed her black leather coat from the closet and her car keys and purse and headed for the garage. She didn’t have a clue where she was going, but she was dressed for an evening out, and she was going to have an evening out!

She drove for a while, not paying particular attention to her surroundings. It was dark out, and she didn’t really know where she was.  The lights for a bar on the corner caught her attention. Her temper hadn’t subsided much, and she was ready to do something spiteful that she could throw in Walt’s face. She was beginning to smile as she pulled into the parking lot of the bar.  The lot was nearly full, but she found a parking space next to a light blue Lincoln. As she opened her door to get out, the slit in her skirt revealed her left leg all the way to her crotch. She started to pull it down, then laughed.

“Maybe someone will enjoy the show,” she muttered to herself. She locked the car and headed for the entrance.

As she walked into the bar, the thick smoke almost made her cough. She was a non-smoker and rarely, if ever drank. She slowly walked over to the bar and found an empty stool. She sat down and the bartender came over to her.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” he asked.

Kathy paused a moment before answering.  “A double vodka martini, please.” she finally answered.  As the bartender made her drink, she looked around the bar. Immediately she noticed that most of the people in the place were black.

“Here you go, darlin’” the bartender said as he placed her drink on the bar in front of her. She reached for her purse to pay for the drink. “Nah, this one’s on the guy at the other end.” The bartender pointed down the counter.

Kathy looked and saw a large black man raise his drink to her. She raised hers back without hesitation, and smiled at him. He rose and came down the bar to stand next to her.

“And what brings a lovely lady like you to a place like this tonight?” he asked her smoothly.

Kathy took a sip of her martini before answering. “I’m celebrating.” she said. Her new found companion raised an eyebrow.

“Birthday?” he asked.

“No,” she took another drink. “Wedding anniversary.”

The man took half a step back. “Husband meeting you here?”

Kathy shook her head slowly and laughed bitterly. “No. The asshole got tied up at work. He always gets tied up at work.” She downed the rest of her drink in a gulp.

The black man smiled and moved a step closer. He motioned to the bartender to refill Kathy’s drink. “So you’re all dressed up with no place to go.” he stated matter of factly.

Kathy picked up her fresh drink and downed half of it in a gulp. “That’s right. All dressed up, but I did go someplace. I’m here and I’m going to celebrate!”

The man smiled broadly. “Well if you’d like some company, my name is Stephen.”  He held out his hand.

She looked at it for a second, then reached out to take it. “And I’m Kathy.” She looked at her new found friend and smiled. He held up his glass and gently clicked it against hers.

“Cheers,” he said.

“Cheers,” Kathy replied, finishing her second drink.

“Would you like to sit at a table?” Stephen asked her.

“Sure,” she answered. The bartender brought her another drink, and Stephen offered her his hand again. She took it and he led her to a small booth in a back corner of the bar. She slid in and he sat next to her. He smiled at her as she sipped her fresh drink.

“Ever been here before?” he asked.

Kathy shook her head. “Nope. Never been in here.” The vodka was making her feel warm and flushed.

“Well I’m glad you came tonight.” Stephen told her.

“Not yet,” she giggled.

“What was that?” Stephen asked, not sure what he had heard.

“I said I hadn’t come yet tonight.” Kathy looked straight into his eyes. “But I may.”

Stephen smiled at her and placed his hand on her knee. He bent forward slowly toward her until their lips met. Kathy moaned at the contact, and her lips parted slightly, allowing his probing tongue to enter. As their kiss grew deeper, his hand slid up her leg inside the slit in the skirt. He found the top of her stocking and briefly played with the elastic before continuing up her thigh. As his fingers brushed her pubic hair, she gasped. When he slowly slid a finger inside of her, she opened her legs to give him better access.

“Mmmmm baby, you are one wet mother,” Stephen whispered in her ear as he eased a second finger into Kathy’s sopping pussy. In response, she reached over and stroked his stiffening cock through his pants.  “Yeah, you are one hot bitch!”

Kathy unzipped his fly and reached inside. Carefully, lovingly, she pulled his cock out. She got her first good look, and gasped. “Oh my God, it’s huge.”

Stephen smiled at her. “Bigger than your old man’s cock, huh?”

Kathy nodded in awe. “You’re twice the size.” She stroked the throbbing pole gently. “Maybe bigger than that!” She stroked him harder, squeezing his cock, and a big drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit.  Greedily she bent over and licked it off.

He laughed as she said that. “Poor girl, you married a man with a little boy’s dick. No wonder he’s never home. He ain’t got the right tool for the job.”

Kathy finished her third double martini and then leaned back over Stephen’s stiff cock. She kissed the head tenderly, running her tongue into the slit to get any more of the pre-cum hiding there before engulfing the entire head in her hot mouth.

“Damn, baby!” Stephen exclaimed. “You sure do love to suck black cock, don’t you?” He waved to the waitress and ordered Kathy another two double martinis.

Kathy was lost in her exploration of this monster prick. Walt had about a five inch cock when he was really excited, and more like four on a normal night. This glorious pole was at least ten inches long, and six inches around. She could barely get the silky smooth head into her mouth! She wasn’t sure if the dizziness she felt was from the martinis or her mounting lust for this man. All she knew was that she was going to have this cock inside of her.  She came up for air and Stephen handed her another drink. She giggled as she downed the entire drink and set the empty glass on the table.

“I love your cock!” she told him as she continued to stroke him. “It is so big and black and hard.”

Stephen smiled widely. “You’ve never had a black cock before, have you Kathy?”

She shook her head slowly. “No. I’ve never had any cock but Walt’s.”

“Well then, you are in for the best night of your life.” Stephen kissed her, and his smile turned wicked. “I want you to straddle my cock right here and now.”

Without a word, Kathy hiked her skirt over her hips. She raised a leg over Stephen’s lap and swung around so she faced him, poised over his massive prick. She reached down and grabbed it, guiding the head until it rested against the inviting lips of her cunt. Looking into his eyes, she slowly began to lower herself, feeling the bulbous head gradually pushing inside of her. Soon the entire head was engulfed in her warm pussy, then the first inch of his shaft. Kathy exhaled deeply, as though the huge cock were forcing the air from her lungs. “So big,” she mumbled. Stephen handed her the fifth martini, and she gulped that one down too.

Stephen placed his big black hands on her creamy white hips and began to pull her down onto his rock hard pole. Two, three then four inches slid easily into her. Then she felt her black lover pushing past the deepest point her husband had ever reached. Seven, eight, nine inches filled her hungry love tunnel to bursting. With an inch remaining, Stephen placed his hands on Kathy’s shoulders and forced her down. The last of his cock slid into her until she was resting on his balls, her pubic hair meshing with his. He held her there for a full minute before he began to really fuck her. Kathy was in heaven.  Her first orgasm hit when Stephen forced the last of his beautiful prick into her. She knew then and there that she would do anything that this man demanded from her. That she would never be satisfied with the pitiful excuse for a cock her husband had been fooling her with for twenty years. She began to ride the stiff cock, slowly rising up and then settling back down. First an inch at a time, then two, then six. Soon, she was humping Stephen like some street slut, and the sound of their flesh slapping together could be heard two booths away.

“Fuck that white bitch, Stephen!” the waitress called out as she went by. “Fuck her good!”

Kathy lost track of time and her surroundings. All she could feel was the continuous orgasm in her pussy, the waves sweeping over her one after the other. She thought she felt Stephen getting even bigger inside of her. The realization that he was about to cum inside of her didn’t register until he slammed her down on his cock and held her there. She felt the hot spurting deep inside of her womb as his seed pumped from his balls and into her still fertile uterus. She was amazed as she felt three, four, five massive spurts shooting into her, and she came one last time. She must have passed out just about then.

Kathy awoke to the bartender shaking her. She was lying stretched out on the seat of the booth, alone. The lights were all on, and it was obviously closing time. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips, and there was cum running out of her pussy. She quickly pulled her skirt down and got up. As she was leaving, the bartender called to her,

“He’ll be back tonight if you want some more.”

As she drove home, Kathy was already trying to figure what she would wear when she came back to see Stephen.

This really had been the best anniversary ever!

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She had gotten very good at the fantasy but now fantasy would become  reality.  Finally it was here, the day she had been waiting for, she got all  dressed up taking  extra time to do her hair and make up. I pressed her clothes making  sure they  looked perfect. She was going to meet her first Bull at the airport. I  was to wait at  home until she called for me to join them. The torture was intense, as  was the  hardness of my little dick.

I was lucky to have a woman like Debby. I was always a geek growing up  and  never did well with the girls. I got lucky and landed a job right out  of college with  an Internet start up company with stock options. In those days the  Internet was gold.  When went public the stock shot up like crazy. I cashed in and started  my own company.  When I met Debby she was this hot blonde that men drooled over but I  had something  most of them did not, money. I could shower her with lavish gifts and  trips. She loved the  lifestyle I could provide for her. We got married and I do believe she  loves me. When I  brought up the cuckolding fantasy she thought it was strange but it  did not take her long  to indulge me and now it was becoming a reality.

I imagined my incredibly hot sexy wife picking up her BBC in the  airport.  I was in full cucky angst as I waited. and waited…and my little dick  was straining the whole time…  finally she called…and was giggling as she driving from the airport  to the  hotel. She told me to go check in and meet them in the hotel lounge.  I asked her what they were doing and she said “he is kissing my neck  and rubbing my panties”

OMG, I hopped in the car thinking of my proper wife being fondled by  her first black man, I imagined she looked amazing. Not only had she  waited  this moment for a long time, so had I. For awhile I thought it would  never  happen. I finally talked her into just chatting online to indulge me  in this  fantasy. Then one day this guy messaged her and she had been  captivated  by him ever since.

I drove as fast as I could to meet them. She called me on the way. I  could  hear the excitement in her voice and it made my stomach churn in  angst. I asked  where they were and she told me they stopped at a store and he was  inside buying a few things. I asked her if she was ready, she just  blurted  out, “he is so fucking hot cuckyboy, I’m going to let him do anything  that  he wants to do to me and I mean anything, do you understand?” I was  startled by her statement and fell silent. “Meet us at the bar and  make sure you bring the camera and remember you are not allowed to do  anything unless we tell you” were her final words as she hung up.

From the tone of her voice I had began to wonder what I had gotten  myself into.

I got the room and walked into the lounge with my small white dick  totally hard.  I was carrying the camera and video camera as she commanded me. It was  in the middle of the afternoon and there she was my stunning country  club  blond haired spoiled wife sitting there next to this large black man.  I sat down with full blown cucky angst. He reached out and shook my  hand,  gripping it tightly and told me I had a lovely wife. His confidence  intimidated me.

They chatted for quite some time ignoring me. My angst was turning to  fear  as I realized I was not in control anymore. She was in control now and  she  was going to do whatever she wanted. The drinks were flowing and the  bartender could clearly see what was going on, as the two of them  openly  flirted. I felt like the bartender was looking at me like I was a  fool. As I watched  I was getting more and more anxious. Part of me wanted this to stop. I  was paranoid  someone might come in that knew us.

Finally my wife looked at me right in front of the bartender and said,  “cucky,  go out to the car and get my purse, I forgot it, go on now like a good  boy.”  I was so humiliated and something inside me did not want to leave. I  felt like  I was frozen to my stool but I could see the look in her eyes and new  she meant business.  I slowly got off the stool and went toward the door. I thought I heard  the Bull and the  bartender laughing behind me. Here I was this henpecked husband going  to  get my wife’s purse while she stayed behind and flirted with them.  When I returned to the bar I could not believe what a slut my wife  had turned into, there they were sitting in plain view of everyone  kissing deeply and passionately as I walked up to them holding her  purse.  I was so embarrassed as everyone was watching me standing there  looking  like a fool.

She finally noticed me standing there and looked up and said, “I’m  ready”.  They stood up and we headed up to the hotel room. I barely  had the door open and they were kissing like long lost lovers, she  was already moaning and within a few minutes she was in a chair with  her black thigh high covered legs and her expensive high heels up in  the air  spread and her Bull was on his knees, pulling up her skirt and sliding  her thong  aside and was licking her clit with his mouth and tongue.

I sat down in the corner amazed at how hot she looked in the chair as  she was  rubbing the back of his head and moaning. She was completely ignoring  me like  I was not even there. I remembered my cucky duties and turned my  attention to  getting pics/video of the evening.

She pushed him over to the couch and got on her knees and took out  at her Big Black Cock. It was at least 9 inches and thick…she  immediately  started deep throating this cock, I was amazed at how well she took  it. She never  liked sucking my dick but here she was enjoying this black cock which  was at 3 times  bigger then mine. Later she would tell me that she would only suck  real cocks now and  not cucky dick.

They moved to the bed and she looked at me as she was getting ready  the fucking of her life. The look in her eyes told me things would  never be the same.  She ordered me take my clothes off and said, “You can touch your dick  but, NO CUMMING,  and don’t you even think about getting on the bed with us. Go stand in  the corner and  watch a real man fuck me.” I was stunned by what she said but and was  instantly  hard and did exactly I was told. My days of control were over.

I was in a cucky daze standing there with my dick in my hand. God, it  was so  much smaller than his. She got me out of my “daze” by saying. “cucky,  go bring us the magnums out my purse”, which I did as fast as i  could for my Mistress and sat them on the stand. Now my Mistress is  not  on any birth control, and had ahead of time insisted on condoms for  her fucking.

Well the passion got the best of her and as the unopened magnums sat  there unopened he eased the full length of his Big Black Cock  into her tight (not for long) dripping wet pussy. She let out a  loud moan and screamed Oh God!!! She looked at me as he started his  long  strokes of her pussy and said to me..”cucky if he gets me  pregnant, you are just going to have to deal with it..” I was in  shock and fully realized my role as her cuckold now. This  was the last thing she said to me for a long time….. she kept  moaning  over and over as he drilled he think black cock into her.

I sat in the corner stroking my white thin cucky dick. It had never  been  harder sitting there watching my gorgeous hot wife get a fucking that  I knew I  could never give her. He was giving her the full breadth of his cock  and she  was moaning like I had never heard her before. I could see how wet she  was his  as the shaft of his cock was coated in her pussy juice. He fucked her  in every position  imaginable for 2 hours. This black bull was a true stud. My Mistress  would later tell me,  “cucky, it was so nice to get fucked a real man, with a big cock and  who doesn’t cum in  5 strokes like you do.”

After the longest time he began pounding her really hard. She must  have known  he was going to cum because she began thrusting her hips into him. I  could see  his ass cheeks tighten as his hands gripped her ass cheeks below him.  She began screaming like a woman crazed below him. He was dumping his  hot load  into her waiting cunt. I had never been allowed to cum inside my wife  as she did not  want to take birth control pills. My world was changing quickly in  front of my eyes.

He got off her and laid next to her. Her pussy was wide open like a  gapping hole.  She began kissing him deeply and then asked him, “should i let cuck  feel what you did to my pussy?” I was in such a state I couldn’t  even think straight. I had been stroking my small cock for two hours  never cumming and I didn’t know if they were going to let me touch  her or not. They kept kissing for 10 minutes, and finally the bull  said to me,.”ok cuck, you can fuck your wife, but be quick about it”

I practically ran over to the bed, and put my cock at the entrance of  her well fucked pussy and she said “cucky, my pussy will never be the  same and I am going to want more and more, promise me I am in control  now?”  I would have agreed to anything at that moment, hell I would have  signed my  company over to him. I screamed, “Yes, Yes” and with that I entered my  wife.  I could not believe what I was feeling. I had never felt my wife so  wet and smooth.  Her pussy was so stretched I could barely feel my dick inside her.  As i fucked her, she looked at me and said “cucky, I cant even feel  you small  white dick, Hurry up, I want to get fucked by my bull again.”

I knew I would cum fast, and on the third stroke I was ready to  cum….I asked permission to cum, and she said, yes, come on  me. I exploded on her sexy tits, it was the most intense orgasm  I had ever had. Both my wife and bull laughed, and she said to him  “see,  I told you, he cant fuck”. She told me to clean up your  mess, I went to use my mouth and she stopped me, and said “I know you  crave oral clean up duties but not today, you’re denied of that! Get  me a  towel; I did as I was told of course.

Then something unexpected happened. The bull said he was hungry,and  she agreed, they were to eat to recharge the batteries. My wife  said “cucky, order my bull and I some food from room service….and  don’t bother ordering for yourself.” I didn’t really know what was  happening, we hadn’t talked about this, but I did as I was told. I  called and ordered their food, and the my wife said. “cucky, you  have seen enough, get dressed, and you can go home, I am spending the  night with my bull.” I was totally amazed, but so far  into “cucky space” I did what I was told.

I was up all night wondering what was happening and could not wait  for her to return home in the morning. When she finally called it  was later than planned, she said she would be home in 30 minutes, and  she said she was late because they had to get one last fuck in before  he left. I was amazed the effect this had on me, I was climbing the  walls for her to get home, I was naked with hard cock waiting for my  hot slut wife to arrive, I wanted her on a level so deep and so  profound I had never felt anything like it she laid back on the bed,  her hair was messed up, make up smeared she  looked like she had not gotten any rest, she spread her legs and  said “cucky lick my well used pussy and clit, you are good at that  much.” I jumped at the chance and could smell the sex on her, I  could tell she been fucked like never before…she began to tell me  how amazing last night was, her clit was throbbing as I sucked on  it…she told me they fucked for 2 more hours after I left, and they  awoke at 3am, and he fucked her again, and then once more before they  left. She told me this as I licked and sucked on her clit she was  getting very close. She said I am so sore but I want to fuck my  cucky hubby.

She said stop licking me and get on your back. This was how she  liked to fuck me. complete control of the speed and depth and  control of her orgasms and mine. She climbed on, and my little cock  slipped in her massively stretched out pussy with ease.

She said I would not be allowed in her for quite some time after  this, as she needed to recover. She came almost immediately, and  crashing orgasm like no other I had ever seen. She climbed off and  looked at me and kind of laughed a little, and she said..”no more  fucking cucky, now, jack off.

She watched, like always, and I was close, and asked for permission,  and she said yes, I came all over my stomach and chest. She smiled,  and kissed me…and said she loved me, and I never had lover more  than right at that moment. She said, “cucky I am tired, undress me,  and then leave me, I need rest” I did just that.

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It was a hot and humid day already and I decided I would enjoy the day and get some sun by the pool later in the day. I did m normal chores vacuuming, washing clothes, and working out. I have to admit for a 29 year mother I was in pretty damn good shape. I ran about 3 miles a day on my treadmill and worked out with my husband’s bowflex 4 to 5 days a week.

I stand about 5’-7” and weigh right at 110 lbs. I have long curly golden auburn hair and my measurements are 36-26-36. My husband loves to show me off at parties and I have to admit I do like the attention. My husband Matt and I have been married for 10 years and they have been pretty good, but in the last year or two Matt has been working a lot of hours and has been very tired and our once very healthy and exciting sex life has dwindled to next to nothing.

Matt is the only man I have ever been and lately I have found myself wondering what it would be like to experience another man. You know how much different would it be? Just a little harmless day dreaming I would tell myself as my mind wondered from time to time.

Well it was nearly noon and I headed up stairs to put on my bikini to get some sun. I felt naughty so I put on my white thong swimsuit that did little to cover anything and headed downstairs. I quickly fixed me a big crown and coke and headed for the pool and the sun. My lord it was hot outside I thought as I lay down on my lounge chair and rubbed oil on my skin.

I had been out about 30 minutes and had been lying on my stomach when I decided to roll over. Well I don’t need this top I decided as I rubbed more oil on my sweaty body. After about 20 minutes or so I heard a hammer pounding somewhere and just ignored it and went on enjoying the sun.

I don’t know if it was the crown and coke are the fact I had not had sex with my husband in over 2 months but I was becoming extremely aroused as I lay in the hot sun. My shaven pussy was beginning to get moist and throb as I lay there. Slowly I slid my hand down inside my skimpy swimsuit bottom and began rubbing my already swollen clit. OH God it felt so good to be touched and to feel pleasure down there. Soon I was completely naked as I grinded my aching pussy against my fingers, my lord I need to have sex bad I thought to myself.

Just as I was about to explode I heard a loud noise as I turned to see what it was I noticed a huge muscled black man working on my neighbors roof. I was very embarrassed to say the least. As I sat there not knowing what to do I hear the man shout “You are one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen?”

I slowly turn my head and notice this big black man is wearing a pair a cut off shorts and no shirt and his muscled body is glistening in sweat. My god he is gorgeous what an amazing body he has. I completely forget I am lying nude covered in oil as I stare at his muscular chest, arms and legs. No that is what a man is supposed to look like I say to myself; I bet he could satisfy my hunger.

“Hope I did not embarrass you, just up here working and could not help but notice how beautiful you are. Been trying not to look but it ain’t easy never seen a women as sexy as you before” Thank you I stuttered as I reached for my towel and stared at his perfect body. As I stared I noticed a bulge, it can’t be I thought as I saw the outline of something huge down the leg of his shorts.

“My name is Bill if you ever need anything” he said with a smile as he noticed me staring at his huge bulge. Thank you my name is Tristan I will keep that in mind, I said as I wrapped the towel around me and headed inside. I quickly made it upstairs and wasted no time in going to the sliding glass door in our master bedroom. The glass was covered with a reflective film so you could see out but not in.

My god he is gorgeous I thought as I looked over every inch of his body. Before I even knew what I had done my towel was on the floor and I was fingering myself as I watched Bill work. His large muscles glistened with sweat and the bulge in his pants was incredible. I closed my eyes and imagined Bill naked and making love to me in my bed. In no time I came so hard my knees almost gave out on me.

Even though I had managed to have an orgasm I still ached to have a man inside me to make me feel like a women. I spent the rest of the day doing things around the house and watching Bill work. My god I was climbing the walls, I needed to feel a man inside me so bad it hurt. Well as luck would have it my husband had to work late so I got Tom to bed and did some web surfing while I waited for hub.

I did a search for interracial sex and found this site the Dark Cavern, my god it was incredible. I was hypnotized by the pictures and stories of these white women being filled with these huge black cocks. My god my husband’s 6 inch dick looked like a toy compared to these men. Surely this was trick photography.  I was becoming hornier and hornier as I continued to read and see these pictures.

I was dripping wet and the ache inside was almost unbearable as I began rubbing myself as I read the stories of women giving in to their lust. Well I heard my husband raise the garage door so I quickly closed the computer and rushed downstairs wearing just my short silk gown. I gave Matt a very passionate kiss a told him I needed him to make love to me now.

I quickly stripped his clothes of and threw him on the couch and began sucking his dick. As I did this I could not help but notice how much smaller it looked compared to the ones I had seen on the site. Soon he was hard and I quickly climbed on top of him and guided him inside me. My god it felt so good to have a hard dick inside me finally. I fucked him hard as I could slamming his dick in and out of me as hard as I could.

I was getting close to cumming when I heard him grunt and felt his body go tight. No I thought not yet a need more. I get pumping up and down hoping to get the orgasm I needed to bad but it never came. We got cleaned up and Matt went to bed. I was still horny so I went in the bathroom and fingered myself to an orgasm.  I felt good but I still ached to have a man satisfy my needs not my fingers.

The next day was just like all others I got Tom off to school and did my chores. After I worked out I took a shower and as I stepped out I noticed Bill was back working on the roof next door. Immediately I began to feel the aching and wetness return between my legs. I bet he could make me feel like a real women I said to myself as my fingers again began exploring my wet and shaven pussy. After several minutes I was about to die with lust, my pussy was on fire and I was horny as I had ever been.

I decided what the hell lets have some fun and I grabbed my black thong bikini and put it on. In the kitchen I fixed me a large crown and coke and headed out to sun. Holy shit I mumbled as I looked up and saw Bill’s sweaty body on the roof next door. I quickly laid down put my sunglasses on and began watching Bill as he worked. I could feel my juices flowing as I watched his muscular body flexing and glistening in the hot sun. I quickly drank the entire glass of crown and coke and was feeling pretty good.

Well I don’t know if it was the crown and coke or the fact I was so horny I could have died but I yelled at Bill and told him that he looked awful hot and if he wanted he could come take a dip in the pool. Bill looked up and smiled and said you know things are mighty hot today I think I might just take you up on your offer. My heart began to pound as Bill made his way off the roof and through the side gate.

Bill waked up to side walk toward the pool, my god he was even better looking up close. His body was incredible his arms, legs and stomach were solid muscle and the bulge in his pants was impossible not to notice. Bill just how tall are you I ask as my eyes filled with lust. “6’-6” inches dear” wow I exclaimed you are a big guy “Yes I am” he smiled as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Looks good, cannot wait to dive in and get wet” Bill said with a grin. Go ahead I stuttered make yourself at home. I nearly passed out when Bill walked to the edge of the pool took of his work boots and socks, then slide of his shorts and dove in the pool completely nude. Bill’s ass was a chiseled and firm as the rest of his body.  Bill came to the surface smiling, “hope you don’t mind Tristan did not bring a suit. No, no I understand perfectly I said as I tried my best to see under the water.

“Man this water feels great I really appreciate you inviting me over I was getting pretty hot working today. Bill swam over to edge of the pool right beside me and we talked for a bit before he said that he had better get back to work. In one move Bill pushed himself up and sprang out of the water. Oh my god, I exclaimed under my breath as I saw Bill standing nude before me. His cock (as he would later tell me it is called) was to put it simply huge. It looked like a garden hose hanging between his legs.

Bill’s cock was soft and was bigger and longer than my husbands was when he was hard. My god those pictures I looked at were not fake black men’s cocks are bigger or at least this ones was.  I could not keep my eyes off of Bill’s manhood as I stared straight at it my mouth open in disbelief. You like what you see Bill said with a smile, yes I do I said hesitantly. Bill walked over his long thick cock swinging as he approached me.

“Feel it baby, I know you want to” Without hesitation I sat up and reached out my hands and began stroking Bill’s cock. At this point I was so horning I could feel my juices running down my thighs and the ache between my legs was beyond description. My god his cock felt so heavy and so large in my hands it was incredible. I stroked is cock slowly as it began to grow longer and thicker with each stroke. As it continued to grow I good no longer fit my hand around it and it took both hands to surround this black monster.

Bill’s cock was now as hard as steel and the huge veins on each side pulsed with each beat of his heart. Slowly I leaned forward and begin licking up and down this gorgeous mans cock like in a hypnotized state. “That’s it baby lick that big cock” Bill said as I felt his hands undue my top and throw it aside. I felt Bills firm and strong hands as the squeezed my 36 DD breasts and pinched my hard nipples.

I continued to lick and suck on Bill’s cock until I could not stand it anymore. I stood up slid my thong swimsuit bottoms off and led Bill in the house and up to my bedroom. Once in the room I lay down on the bed and told Bill I needed his big black cock and I wanted him to fuck me. Bill crawled onto the bed in between my legs and began rubbing his cock up and down dripping wet slit. The shear power and size of his body upon me was incredible.

Bill stopped at the entrance to my women hood and asked if I was sure I wanted this, I told him I have never been surer about anything and begged Bill to fuck me. Bill slowly pushed forward as I felt my pussy lips stretching and stretching as the huge head of his cock pushed inside me. Oh god I screamed as I felt the head of his cock literally pop inside me. I had never felt something so large inside me before. My poor pussy lips were stretched to the max and it hurt a little but nothing compared to the pleasure coursing thru me.

Slowly Bill began pushing deeper and deeper inside me opening me up more and more with each inch of his mammoth black rod. I could feel his cock throbbing as his heart pounded. Slowly Bill leaned down and we began kissing our soft lips and warm tongues exploring each others mouth. Oh shit I whimpered as several more inches slide inside me. Small orgasms began to shoot thru me as more and more of his cock disappeared inside me aching hot pussy.

Oh god I screamed as exploded in a mind shattering orgasm, Bill had even gotten his entire cock inside me and I had already cum. I could feel my pussy begin to loosen up as he continued to work in and out of me. I came several more times as Bill worked all but 2 inches inside me. Oh god I screamed you feel so fucking good Bill never been so full before god I love the feel of your cock inside me. My pussy was on fire and I needed wanted to fell all of Bills cock inside me.

Give it to me Bill fuck me I want it all baby. With that Bill began working his cock deeper and deeper until with one powerful thrust he buried his huge cock balls deep inside my pussy. Oh god, Oh god I screamed repeatedly hurts so good baby as one after another orgasms shook my body. “Damn baby took all 11 inches, not to many women can say that” Bill said with a smile. Bill held all 11 inches inside me for several minutes as I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate his manhood.

Slowly Bill began to move his cock in and out of me, a few inches at first then more and more. Soon Bill was sliding nearly 11 inches of his cock in and out of my pussy and I was going fucking nuts. I swear it felt like I was having one continuous orgasm. Oh shit I screamed as Bill thrust forward with brute effort, I could feel him so deep inside it was incredible. God what had I been missing all these years I thought to myself, so this is what sex is suppose to be like.

Bill pounded my pussy hard and long sending me over the edge countless times our bodies were covered in sweat as I was thrusting back at Bill as hard as I could. Fuck me you stud make me your slut I screamed as another orgasm ripped my body. Bill put my legs up on his shoulders and proceeded to fuck me senseless as one orgasm after another nearly made me faint. I could feel his cock swell as his body began tensing. Fill my pussy Bill I want to feel you’re cum filling my pussy I screamed.

Then Bill made several hard thrusts and grunted as I felt an eruption explode inside me as his hot cum filled me. My god stream after stream of cum began spurting against the back of my pussy. Bill made one more hard thrust and the held his cock balls deep as it spewed forth its load of hot cum. I squeezed my pussy over and over again milking every drop from his huge cock. We kissed passionately for several minutes as we caught our breaths.

That was incredible I told Bill, I never new sex could be like that. Thanks you were amazing Bill told me not too many women can handle me like that. Bill began kissing my neck and sucking my nipples and after a few minutes of this and to my amazement he slid out his still hard cock and told me to get on all fours. As Bill slid e out I felt so empty and so stretched out.

Doggie style was my favorite position but my husband could never last very long so we did not do it too often. Bill got behind me and with one slow stroke buried all 11 inches inside me. My pussy was burning and aching for more Bill big cock. Soon we were fucking hard and loud as Bill smacked my ass and pulled my hair. Bill had a hold of my hips and was thrusting my pussy on his huge cock sending wave after wave of pleasure thru my body.

Bill and I finished fucking and then grabbed a shower were I swallowed a hot load of cum from my new lover gorgeous black cock. After we were back outside and Bill was headed back to the roof he informed me that he was not working for the people next door, but that he had just bought the house and that he and his younger brother would be living their.

Good to have helpful neighbors, guessing my sex life will never be boring again.

The end

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I went upstairs and put on my new string bikini.  It covered my 36D breasts perfectly. The reflection in the mirror was marvelous.  Not bad for a 35 year old mother of two.  My shoulder length  brown hair was flowing too my  shoulder barely touching my skin.  The bikini bottoms clung to my curvaceous bubble butt.  I grabbed a towel and headed out to the backyard pool.

I chose a nice spot in the sun to place my towel.  The sun rays were pounding down on my back as I lay down.  I untied the back of my bikini top to prevent tan lines from forming.  After 30 minutes I decided to be daring and rolled over onto my back.  My firm breasts were exposed for the entire world to see.

The loud roar of a lawnmower startled me.  It was the neighbor kid cutting the grass.  He was on break for the summer.  I decided to have a little fun with him.  My eyes were totally concealed by my sunglasses so I pretended to be asleep while he passed by.  His head glanced over in my direction and he almost tripped when he discovered my breasts.  He had his shirt off exposing his tightly chiseled black chest.  I noticed a familiar symbol on his right arm.  It was a Kappa fraternity tattoo.  I had a matching one above my ass and another just above my crotch.  These identified me as a familiar face.  I was branded with these a few years ago during a vacation adventure.

I rolled onto my stomach again so the boy could see my Kappa tattoo just above my bikini bottom.  The lawnmower stopped and I heard the sound of the boy walking over.

“Excuse me mam, I wanted to introduce myself.  I am Greg.”  I rolled over with my breasts in plain view.  His black body was glistening with sweat.  I didn’t say a word to him.  Instead I sat up and rubbed the crotch of his pants.  His package was huge.  Verifying once again what they say about black guys in true.  “What would you like to do with me?  I am at your mercy Greg.”  He unzipped his pants and released the largest cock that I had ever seen.  It looked like a dark black shampoo bottle.  There were thick veins protruding from the long shaft.  I was completely awe stru k by the sight.  There was nothing that I wouldn’t do at that moment to be able to feel that monster inside of me.  Greg said, “let’s take this inside baby.  I don’t want anybody to see me deflowering you and call the police or something.

I removed my bikini bottom and headed into the house.  My ass swayed from side to side as I strutted up the stone path.  I felt Greg’s eyes glued to my every movement.  He knew he was about to give this little suburban housewife the ride of her life.  The sliding glass door flew open as the two of us entered the kitchen.  Greg continued to follow my lead through the house and up the wooden staircase.  I burst into the bedroom and fell backwards onto the bed.  The feathery white comforter broke my descent.  I wanted Greg to take me right here on the bed.  All of the bedroom windows were fully open but I didn’t care.

“Come on Greg, show me what kind of damage that black tool of yours will do.”  He immediately striped down to nothing at all.  His dark black skin was a deep contrast to the white decor in the room.  “Are you sure that you want to go through with this?  I am not sure because I have never been with a married woman before,” Greg confessed.  I couldn’t believe that he was so concerned about getting caught by my wimpy husband.  “Greg come on.  My husband is at work and my kids are at school.  This is your chance to make me scream.  Don’t you want to fuck the shit out of my tight pussy?”

With my true intentions out in the open, Greg joined me on the bed.  We started to exchange a passionate kiss.  Our tongues darted in and out of each others mouth.  His cock was growing to its astonishing size right before my very eyes.  I couldn’t believe that I was going to try and stuff it into my body.  I kissed his firm chest and gradually worked my way down to the prize.  He moaned as I gripped the dick with my right hand.  I tried to stuff the head in my mouth but it was too thick.  I switched to plan B.  I jerked the shaft off with both of my hands while my tongue caressed the sides.  He quivered as I licked the large protruding veins.

“Ok Greg I am going to give it a try now,” I murmured.  First I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved one of my husband’s condoms.  I couldn’t risk getting pregnant by a black man’s sperm.  After removing the rubber disk from the foil package, I discovered that there was no way to squeeze his cock into suck a small space.  What was I thinking; this guy was way out of my husband’s league when it came to penis size.

At this point I didn’t care about the consequences.  All I wanted was to experience the sensations of this cock.  Greg pushed my body away from his.  “There is something that I need to tell you.  I have never had sex before.  I am a 19 year old virgin.”  I kissed Greg on the lips and told him not to worry about anything.  I couldn’t believe my luck.  He had chosen my pussy as the first place to try out his gigantic dick.

My pussy was soaking wet in anticipation.  Greg held on to my hips as I slowly lowered my body onto his rod.  At first it felt like something was tearing my vaginal canal in two.  My body burned as the foreign object burrowed deeper and deeper into me.  I couldn’t believe that my vagina was large enough to hold him.  It just kept stretching to accommodate Greg’s manhood.  I finally reached the bottom of his shaft when his large balls were pressing against my labia.  There was an intense pressure on my cervix from the head of his penis.  I turned around and looked at our reflection in the bedroom mirror.  The contrast between my tan body and his dark black skin was intriguing.  He spread my ass cheeks apart revealing that I was still impaled on his black rod.

I sat still allowing time for my tight pussy to adjust.  Eventually I lifted my body up and began riding Greg’s large manhood.  He was holding on to my ass cheeks as they bounced from the movement.  I couldn’t resist the urge to scream out in pleasure.  I didn’t care if the windows were open and the entire neighborhood could hear us fucking.  Greg had amazing stamina for a virgin.  He just kept laying there while I rode him like a wild horse.  It felt amazing.  My vaginal canal was stretched to the limits.  I could feel every ridge and vein of his penis rubbing against my insides.

I could feel my first orgasm brewing deep within my inner walls.  Within a few strokes I was convulsing in orgasmic bliss.  My pussy walls squeezed Greg’s cock with such pressure that he yelped.  I fell onto his chest and rolled off onto my back.  My pussy signed a breath of relief when his cock slid from its grips.  I could see the reflection of my gapping hole in the mirror.

Greg apologized for what he had done.  I explained that most women prey for such a gut wrenching orgasm their entire life.  I instructed him to get on top and take me.  “Greg you are going to need a lot of practice before you return to school.  Don’t be afraid to fuck me.  I want you to treat me like your little Kappa slut.”

Greg drove his cock into me with the entire push of his body.  I screamed out in agony as he rammed my cervix.  “Come on Greg fuck your little white slut.  Make me a slave to your black cock.”  My pillow talk was really getting him excited.  He was drilling into my pussy with extreme force.  I grabbed his tight ass as my body was overtaken with another orgasm.  How the hell could a virgin give me such pleasure?  Before I knew it I was begging for him to cum in me.

Greg was biting my hard nipples as he continued to dig into my pussy hole with his super size cock.  He let out a yell when his cock began convulsing.  I squeezed my vaginal muscles as hard as I could.  The first shot of cum hit the back of my pussy like a shot gun blast.  He continued to pump the deadly black seed into my unprotected womb.  I just wrapped my legs around his body and held on tight.  Eventually he left the bed and went into the bathroom.  I starred at my reflection in the mirror.  My tan body was soaked in sweat.  My vagina was hanging wide open and I could see gobs of a thick white substance coating the inner walls. I felt like a complete slut.  I had just let the neighbor’s son fuck the shit out of me.  What would everyone think if they ever found out?

Greg gave me a kiss when he returned from the bathroom.  He asked if I would be willing to give him further lessons before his return to school.  I agreed and gave him a kiss goodbye.  A funny feeling came over my body.  This was going to be a very interesting summer.

Greg made return visits to my house every weekday for the next two weeks.  We fucked in every possible position throughout the house.  I became very concerned when I missed my period.  I hadn’t let my husband near my pussy since the initial encounter with Greg.  There was a good possibility that I was pregnant with his black baby.  I told Greg that we had to take it easy because my kids were now home from school on summer vacation.

I still met Greg for sex whenever possible.  It was clear that I had some kind of addiction to his monstrous cock.  Whenever my kids were over at someone else’s house or they were sleeping, I would page Greg to stop by for a quick dose.  I even made arrangements for him to meet my best friend Michelle.  She desperately wanted to meet him after hearing the stories.  They hit it off instantly and became fuck buddies as well.  Greg would sometimes arrange for threesomes with Michelle and me.

Before I knew it the summer was coming to an end.  My dreaded pregnancy was now starting to show after four and a half months.  There was a definite bulge in my belly.  I had no idea what to tell my husband.  Greg was spending less and less time with me since Michelle had entered his life.  She was married also but definitely more available because she didn’t have any children.

It was a Saturday afternoon and my husband and I were seated at the kitchen table.  He mentioned that our neighbor’s were throwing a going away party for their son Greg and we were invited.  My stomach was filled with butterflies.  This was my final opportunity to experience Greg’s cock before he was gone.

I absolutely had to break the news to my husband.  I couldn’t keep it from him any longer.  “Daniel there is something that I need to tell you.  I am pregnant.”  My husband’s jaw dropped.  “Is that even possible,” he questioned.  I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth so I made up some bogus timeline.  He seemed to believe the story that I told him.

The following week dragged on for an eternity.  I tried to think of something really special that I could do to surprise Greg.  It had to be way over the top and something so dirty that Michelle wouldn’t dare try.  I knew that anal sex was the one thing that she would never go for.  It would be impossible for Greg to squeeze his super sized cock into my little butt hole.  Unless I did some preparation prior to our final meeting.

I decided to stop by the local adult bookstore to get some supplies.  It was a run down building on the other side of town.  The parking lot was always full with cars.  I pulled into the lot and parked my SUV in the back.  I would die if someone I knew saw me enter.  The store was full of people.  I headed towards the rear of the building.  There was an entire wall full of dildos and vibrators.  I quickly located a large black butt plug.  It was slightly smaller than Greg’s dick but it would do.  I picked up the package and headed to the checkout counter.  All of the men were starring as I passed.

I hurried home to test out my plan.  I wanted my butt to be able to accommodate such a large object with ease.  I coated the large rubber spear with KY jelly and inserted it into my butt hole.  It burned like hell but I had to do it.  I devised a schedule that would have me ready for action by Saturday.  I would wear the plug throughout the day and remove it at night when my husband was home.

The big day had finally arrived.  I woke up extra early to insert the plug into my ass for one final stretching.  Most of the early afternoon was spent preparing a noodle casserole to bring for the party.  Daniel was trying to make out with me ever since I told him about the pregnancy.  I explained to him that I had a lot to get done today.  He was practically begging to get into my pants.  What the hell I was horny all day thinking about my encounter with Greg.

I plopped my butt onto one of our wooden kitchen stools.  I then pushed Daniel down to the ground and positioned his head between my legs.  He pulled my sweat pants down and began licking my vagina.  Daniel was actually pretty good at oral sex.  I ran my fingers through his hair.  “What the fuck is this,” he yelled.  The large anal plug was dangling from his hand.  “Is this some kind of sick joke.  You have been walking around this place all day with a rubber banana up your ass.”

I didn’t say a word.  What could I tell him to justify this very uncomfortable situation?  I quickly dropped to my knees and unzipped my husband’s pants.  He was unable to back away because the countertop was in the way.  I popped his little pecker into my mouth and sucked away.  My husband’s anger was replaced by pure joy.  It had been years since I let him place his dick in my mouth.  His dick slid out and I took a short break.  “Daniel there is something that I have to tell you.  Do you promise not to get angry?”  He moaned in agreement as I started jerking his cock with my right hand.  “I have been fucking Greg for the past four months.  While you have been working your butt off at work, I have been here at home letting the neighbor boy ravage my pussy.  His cock is so large that I can’t resist.  It is all I think about.”  Daniel then blew his load in my face.  He called me a little slut and a whore.  I told my husband that I was going upstairs to get ready.  He was going to do as I told him or I would make his life a living hell.

My husband just stood there with his mouth open.  I knew he was a wimp.  Daniel started blushing as he took the kids and headed over to the neighbor’s house.  I now had a license to do whatever I wanted.  My closet was a disaster after I finished digging for the perfect outfit.  This was going to be my coming out party.  I selected a miniature pair of khaki shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks.  They accentuated every curve of my ass.  I decided to skip the panties because I didn’t want any lines.  My Kappa tattoo was peeking out over the top of the cloth.  I secured my 36D breasts with a floral print halter top.  I finished the outfit off with a pair of white fat soled sneakers.  I admired my reflection in the mirror.  I looked like a total slut in heat.  My pregnant belly was protruding from the top of my shorts.  I hoped that it wouldn’t be that obvious to everyone.

My breasts bounced as I walked over to the party.  When I entered the backyard all eyes were fixed on me.  I was deliberately allowing my ass cheeks to sway back and forth.  I stopped by Greg and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  He introduced me to John and Leroy, two fellow fraternity buddies that were driving him up to school tomorrow.  John was a very tall and skinny black guy.  Leroy was the exact opposite.  He was black but had to be at least 250 pounds.  “Greg I need to speak with you about the special gift that I have for you.  I hope to see you boys later.”  I then strutted away to mingle with the neighbors.

I received many dirty looks from the other wives at the party as I moved among the couples.  I ran into another one of our neighbors and began chatting.  Before I knew it, Greg’s mother came outside and announced that dinner was served. I jumped in fear as someone gripped my ass from behind.  “There is my little slut,” Greg whispered in my ear.  “What is this surprise that you have for me?”  My friends and I are supposed to hook up with Michelle later tonight.”  I made a sad face and pushed him away.  “That is too bad Greg.  I was going to let you fuck my tight little butt hole tonight.  However, I don’t want anything to do with Michelle.”  I pushed my butt into Greg and stormed off into the house for some food.

I met up with my husband inside the house.  He greeted me with dismay.  “Are you crazy?  You look like a total slut in that outfit.  This guy must be really good in the sack,” Daniel remarked.  Greg was standing behind my husband in the distance giving a thumb up sign.  That meant that my plans were a go.

My husband and I spent the rest of the evening at a picnic table with our children.  We ate the food that Greg’s mother had prepared.  Afterwards we asked the Smith’s to join us.  Donna questioned the bulge in my stomach.  “Are you expecting a little bundle of joy?”  I explained that we didn’t want to let everyone know until it was further along.  “That is quite a bulge for four months.  You are going to have a large baby.”  We continued to gossip well into the evening.  The party started to break up around 10.  My husband said that he was going to head home and put the children to bed.  I insisted on staying and told my husband not to wait up.

I joined the last remaining group of people.  They were huddled in a large circle around the fire pit in the back of the yard.  There was a thick patch of trees and scrubs masking the location.  It was Greg and his two friends along with several other couples that I had n ver met before.  I sat on Greg’s lap with my spread ass facing towards his chest.  My pussy was soaking wet just thinking about his giant black cock.  I could feel the dampness collecting in the crotch of my shorts.  Greg reached around and grasped my tits in his hands.  He pulled me back against his solid chest and massaged my breasts.  They were fully exposed to the other people in the circle.  He tossed my halter top to one of the other guys.  “Don’t worry she is my personal sex toy.  That bulge in her belly was caused by my seed.  She is carrying my black baby in there,” Greg boosted.  He unzipped my pants and threw them to the couple on the right.  Everyone was starring at my naked body.  My Kappa tattoos were standing out in dark contrast to my skin.  “Boys this piece of ass is Kappa property so we can do anything we want to her.”

Greg’s two black friends began undressing in front of the group.  Several of the other men started to join but Greg told them it was a member’s only party but they were more than welcome to watch.

I dropped to my knees and inspected their cocks.  They were much larger than my husband’s but nothing like Greg’s monster.  I started licking Leroy’s dick first.  The taste was salty from the sweaty summer air.  I went right to work.  They took turns ramming their cocks into my mouth.  I eventually bent over to allow more of the shafts to enter my hole.  I gagged as the head of John’s penis hit the back of my throat.  My ass was stuck out in the air.  “Come on Greg take your present.  I want your big black cock in my tight asshole.  Fuck me like your black cock whore.”

Greg removed his clothes and just stood there stroking his cock.  The people in the audience began whispering when they saw the size of his member.  I noticed that more people had joined the circle.  My husband had even pulled up a front row seat.

Greg smacked my ass with a firm backhand.  The large head of his cock was waiting at my backdoor.  I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart.  His two friends stepped back to watch the site.  There was no way that it was going to fit.  His cock was ten times larger than that butt plug I had purchased.  Lucky I had squirted half a tube of KY jelly up my ass before I left.  Greg began sliding the bat sized cock into my butt hole.  “Greg, what are you waiting for?  Are you going to fuck my ass or should I have someone else do it?”  His head crept past my sphincter muscle.  Greg knew that he was home free.  He had 18 inches of white ass to explore.

The crowd began chanting Greg’s name in unison.  He rammed his cock in with full force.  I yelled out in pure agony as my butt hole burned with pain.  One of the guys stepped forward and stuffed his cock in my mouth to muffle the screams.  The pain slowly turned into intense pleasure.  It felt like someone was tickling my inner being.  Greg kept driving his fuck stick into my stretched asshole.  It was now like putty.  He could pull his cock all the way out and ram it in until his balls touched my ass cheeks.  An intense tingling feeling was developing deep within my bowels.  Greg pulled his cock from the hole and laid on his back.  “Hey check out her butt hole.  It is stretched wide open,” someone yelled.  I stuck my hand back there and confirmed that my asshole was three inches wide as far in as I could feel.  It showed no sign of returning to its previous diameter.  I sure hoped that it wasn’t going to be permanent.

I was now standing over Greg with my well fucked ass directly in his face.  I lowered my body onto his enormous cock.  It slid into my butt hole with absolutely no resistance.  Greg pulled my legs out in front of me so that nothing was supporting by body.  I was completely impaled on his cock.  My ass cheeks were resting on his muscular thighs.  Greg began bouncing my entire body up and down on his cock. I yelped out like a dog with every movement.

John was now positioned in front of my pussy.  He slid his cock into my soaking wet hole. My body was completely stuffed with black meat.  There was only a thin piece of skin that separated the two men within my body.  I could see my pregnant belly move back and forth as the men drilled my holes.  I yelled out Greg’s name as my first orgasm arrived.  My spasming holes gripped the cocks like a vise.  The guys continued their onslaught.  The awkward position rendered my body useless.  I was trapped between my black lovers.  John’s cock felt rock hard against my inner walls.  “Get ready sweet cake I am going to pump my seed into your womb.”  He then blasted his cum deep within. A white stream dripped from my pussy as his cock slid free.

Leroy now took his place in my pussy.  He complained about getting stuck with sloppy seconds.  He was very vulgar after entering my hole.  “Come you little slut.  I am going to feed my cock to your baby.”  He definitely didn’t have much stamina.  His load was added to my pussy in a matter of minutes.  I was now all Greg’s again.  He lifted my legs up and let me ride his cock reverse cowgirl style.  I could see a bulge moving in and out on the surface of my stomach as his penis head bottomed out in my inner cavity. After a few minutes I could feel his orgasm building deep within his black balls.  He exploded like a geyser in my ass.  I could feel it hitting the back of something deep within my bowels.

Cum poured from my holes as I lifted my body from Greg’s cock.  He directed my head to the large puddle that had formed on his stomach.  I slurped up every last drop of the salty cocktail.

Greg announced that everyone had to go home now. I pulled the clothes over my thoroughly fucked body.  Greg explained to my husband that he would spend the night at our house.  The two of us spent the entire evening fucking like a pair of rabbits.  My husband watched at first but he eventually fell asleep on the couch downstairs.

I saw Greg off the following morning. My husband’s anger had completely disappeared.  He was very impressed with my fucking abilities. He now understood that I needed to get laid by black men.  There was no way that he could compete with men like that.  I still don’t know how he will react to Greg’s baby.

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We had a great sex life, or at least I thought we did, but it had become routine and the excitement   was no longer there.

One night while having sex I ask her what we could do to   put some excitement back in to your love life. She said no and I asked her  if  she ever had any fantasies. She told me no but her girl friend had got her  hot  and curious by telling her some of the things she and her husband had  been  doing, and I said like what? She told me that they were swingers and  belonged to  a swingers club. I said you are curious about another men fucking you?  She said  she didn’t know why but the thought of it made her wet and horny as  hell. I said  can I tell you something without you getting pissed. She said  yes and I told her  that I have had a fantasy for a long time about watching her  fuck with another  man. She said  would it bother you watching me, and I told  her no, that I  thought it would be exciting as hell. I got brave and asked  her if she wanted to  try it. She got so turned on and excited that she was  fucking like I had never  seen her before and was saying yes over and over. I  wanted to see how excited I  could get her and told her I want to hear you moan  and to see your face and  body covered with cum. She was still saying yes and said just hearing you  talk  about loaning me to other men makes me wet. I said ok talk to Judy (that was her girl friends name), and see if we can   join the club and set it up.

The next night while we were fucking, she was so   excited and told me that we were in and to be ready Friday night that Judy and   her husband would pick us up.

Friday night came around quickly and   when  Judy  and her husband picked us up my wife introduced them to me, and  on the way  there I noted Judy’s husbands eyes were glued on my wife’s  tits.

We where  greeted at the door and asked to put our car keys in a  bowl. We entered a room  full of couples and just standing around drinking and  talking, Judy brought   us a drink introduced us to the group. After a while, the host said it’ s time and we were taken to a large room with  mattresses lined around the  walls. The host was standing in the middle shaking  the keys around in the  bowl and said who is first. One of the girls reached in  the bowl and pull out a  set of keys. It seemed  the owner of the keys where  the one you were  partnered with. A man walked over and claimed his keys. He and his partner had to strip in  front of everyone  and then took their place in front of  one of the mattresses.

When it came to my wife’s turn she reached in and pulled  out a set of keys and  held them up. Oh my god I thought, this is her first time  with another man and a  big black guy walked out and claimed his keys. Without  hesitation my wife and  the guy striped. Before they got to their mattress he had  his hand on her  tits and she looked shocked to see how long and thick his black  cock was.  I was also shocked how much bigger he was than me. Damn he had a big dick.

A  cute little red head pull my keys out and we striped and took  our place in front  of our  mattress.  When the bowl as empty  the  host said let the action  begin and have fun. I am glad the little red head  took charge and went down on  my cock because I couldn’t  take my eyes off  what was happening to my wife.

He  had his big black  finger  in her  pussy working on it hard and pulling and  twisting her hard nipples. A couple of  minutes later he shoved his cock into  my wife’s pouting lips. I heard my wife  gag as he  fucked her mouth with all  of his cock.  I was afraid he was  hurting her, but she was moaning around his  cock and grinding her pussy on   his finger.

I was so hard and excited  watching my wife that I blew my load in  the little red heads mouth. She swallowed  and kept sucking on my still hard cock. Then  she impaled herself on me and  started fucking me like a wild  woman.  The black guy had now removed his cock from my  wife’s mouth and was  fucking her big tits. Soon my slut wife had a load of  cum on he face, in her  mouth as well as her tits. He now went down on her and  was eating her out. She  was just laying there moaning and licking the cum  from around her mouth and  rubbing it all over her big tits and sucking her  fingers. I then heard her scream  oh hell  I am Cumming! He kept sucking her juices  and she was going  crazy.

He now got up between her legs and drove his huge  cock in to her  wet pussy with one stroke. She let out a scream that turned heads  her way.

The  little red head finally came and fell limp on me. I started  playing with her tits  and nipples while I watched my wife. The Black man was  fucking her so hard and  deep her while body was shaking so hard  I thought her big  tits were going  the fly off  her chest. My wife was screaming so loud for  him to fuck her  harder that she had every one’s attention.

I watched  my wife become a  black cock whore her first time with another man.
When we  got home I asked  her if she was alright and she smiled and said she was looking  forward to the  next club meeting.

I guess the reason she is a BCW is because he has a much bigger dick….

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