|Mormon Chicks Like Big
(Publish date December 05, 2011)
My name is Madelyn. My friends call me Maddie, but I like my men to call me Madelyn. I enjoy sucking cock. And, I am good at it, trust me. I'm in my late forties now. I've been married more than once. I've fucked dozens of men, but I've sucked hundreds of cocks. I'm a cocksucker.
Most of the names I have changed. One of the names not being changed is mine. I am Madelyn Suzanne . The last name you don't get. I live in Utah County, near Provo, one of Utah's most Mormon communities. My first marriage ended when my husband caught me sucking the cock of the owner of an antique store. There was an item there I really wanted that exceeded the amount I knew my husband would feel comfortable spending.
I asked the man to come down considerably on the price. He offered it for a little less.
"I don't think you understand. I want this and I know what my husband will let me pay."
"The price is firm. I offered you a discount."
The man seemed a little young to own such a store. I had seen his wife and their kids with him when my husband and I had first gotten there. With them now gone he had turned to help us. Being a good Mormon he had the sense to try to offer his help to my husband rather than me, the wife.
My husband's interest was old tools and devices from the earlier Mormon settlement times. The owner directed him through a back door and into other building. Seeing that the merchandise there would satisfy my husband for a while I returned to the front where I was determined to strike a deal with the proprietor.
What had caught my eye was an old small table. Mormon's don't have a lot of use for a small table unless it is a place to put something until given a chance to put it on a larger table. This bastard was asking $400 for a table that was probably worth, at best, three hundred. I knew my husband wouldn't go more than two hundred so I knew what I would do. I had done it many times in many places before. I'll get him to ask me to suck his cock.
I let him stay behind his counter. Let him think he was more in control. With my husband safely in the back I pointed to the table. "I still want that old table."
"Did you have a special place for it in your home?"
"I have a guest room I'd like to put it in. Your price is way out of order. I've seen tables like that for half the price."
"Well, maybe you should have bought one of them."
I kind of liked the smugness of the bastard. We were probably about the same age, with him being a few years my senior.
"So, what do you really want for the table?" I turned and bent over to look at an item near the floor. My skirt had to be within two inches of my panties. I had convinced my husband in the few first few months of our marriage that I wasn't wearing the Mormon 'Jesus Britches' underwear they expected of a Temple Marriage.
"You now what I want ... and I offered you a discount. What else would you expect me to do?"
"You asked $400 and offered me $375 on a table that on a good day to the right buyer in better condition would hustle to bring $300. I propose you didn't pay more than $200 and probably a lot less. There are not going to be people lining up to buy that table. I'll give you $200 and you are probably still ripping me off at that."
I had turned around again to face him and after telling him what I would pay, leaned enough onto the glass counter top to show him some cleavage. When I had turned around from bending over and showing him almost to my ass I could tell I had his attention. Now the boob shot was starting to work on him.
"If you won't take $200 for the table I'd have to reassess the situation. Would you take something in trade?"
His face went sheet white before it turned beet red. I thought he was going to pass out and fall over backwards.
"I guess you saw my wife and children that I was talking to when you came in?"
"Yes, I did. She is lovely. They are lovely. You are a lucky man to have them. Are you going to take $200 for the table or not?"
"I can't take $200." He steeled himself and asked. "What did you have to trade?"
"Well, like I said your wife is lovely. Does she ever suck you cock?"
"Oh, My Heck! I can't believe you said that!" He looked around for my husband or to see if anyone heard.
"I'm serious. I give you $200 and I'll suck your cock, right here, right now. And, I'll even come back next week and suck it for you again. Have we got a deal, or not?"
He nervously motioned me around the counter to a little office. He ushered me in and started to close the door. I left it open so we could hear anyone that came in the store.
"What do we do now?" He stood there with his hands clasped like he was praying over a dead sister.
I opened his zipper and pulled out his penis. He had a nice one. It was hard as soon as I wrapped my lips around it. I would have fucked him had I not liked to suck cock so much. I liked the taste of a man's cock and loved the taste of cum and the warm feeling of it shooting into my mouth. A lot of women don't like it, but I do. And, it's easier to clean up the mess. Especially if you are ready to swallow.
It wasn't something I had to wait long for it to happen. A couple of minutes and I was gulping sperm. He didn't make a lot of noise or bump around like most guys, so he caught me a little off guard. I had to do a little catching up, but I thought I had gotten it all down.
We felt all prim and proper after about five minutes when we heard my husband coming through the back door. We were making small talk. I told him I was Madelyn and he introduced himself as Curtis. He was writing up the bill of sale when my husband stepped up to the counter.
"Honey, Curtis here and I came together on a deal for that little table over there. He started out a little high, but we worked it all out. I want to get it for the guest room."
My husband looked over in the direction of my purchase and back at me.
"Aw Shit, Maddie!"
"Why? What's wrong? It's a nice little table and I like it."
"No, you've done it again, haven't you?
"Why whatever do you mean, dear husband?" He had reason to be suspicious because he had caught me a few times. He has been such a sweetheart to put up with my little indiscretions.
"Damn it, Maddie! You've got a blob of cum on the inside of collar of your blouse."
"No, it's not! Why would you say such as thing as that I have a man's cum on me?"
"Probably because you didn't get it all in your mouth when he started to cum while you were giving him a blowjob. Is this one of your little special deals?"
I guess we were caught. I didn't feel it on the inside of the collar and Curtis didn't see it while we were talking.
"I'm not going to say anymore about. If you want we can pay for the table and leave."
My husband looked at Curtis. I thought Curtis was going to cry. "How much is the fucking table?"
Curtis looked at me and back at my husband. "We got it down to One Seventy Five."
"See, honey." He started out at $400. And, you Mormon men don't think a woman knows anything about commerce."
My husband gave him his credit card and signed the receipt. Curtis and I stood there grinning at each other. I still had plans to go back the next week to finish the deal.
Out on the street I had a husband that was somewhere raving fucking angry me and just plain giving up.
"Madelyn ... you are such a fucking cunt."
"Now, Baby. That just isn't fair. This didn't have anything to do with a cunt, and you know it."
"Well, if I had know what you were up to I would have had you fuck him for that old red railroad lantern sitting on the soda machine."
"That is just plain mean. Would you really want you wife fucking some guy in a musty old store just to get you a free lantern?"
"No, I reckon not. It's just you told me you weren't going to do that any more."
"No, I told you I wasn't going to do it as much. Besides, you've got your turn coming when you get me home. Hell, I could suck you right here in the parking lot if you want. I think the only other car here probably belongs to Curtis. He isn't going to say anything after the job I did on him. Why do you think I couldn't keep it all in my mouth. That man had a load!"
We got the table home and unloaded. My husband, I started to tell you his name, but I don't want you to have an easier time of it if you think you know who I am. And, as fond as the Mormon's are of their internet porn I'm sure a few of you are going to be thinking you know who wrote this story.
My husband had sat on the couch in front of the television. He wasn't happy that I kept him out past the start of the BYU game. It was near the end of the first half. BYU was up by two touchdowns, so his mood had mellowed. When I got his prick in my mouth everything seemed fine. He sat at watched the game, stroking my hair while my head bobbed up and down on his lap.
Part way through half time I had him buried in my throat and he was shooting his cum directly into my belly. I liked in it my mouth, but I also liked to feel in squirt deep in my throat. I learned to deep throat him about the third day of our marriage. I haven't found anyone that gave me any problem on length. When they get so thick though I do have some trouble and try to opt for taking the load all in my mouth. My husband preferred cumming in my mouth.
A lot of wives won't suck did at all. I've mentioned that I like the feel of a cock in my mouth and the taste of the sperm the cock delivers. I got a good match with my marriage. I could suck my husband twice a day. I loved to fuck, but sucking a cock really did it for me.
I'd learned all the tricks to giving a blowjob. He, in turn, was pretty good about offsetting some of the things I could do. On our wedding day we lied to everyone where we were going because we didn't want to have try to follow us. We had agreed we weren't going to wait to fuck each other. As soon as we left the Temple everyone else was heading to a reception at the meeting house. We decided not to wait. I knew where there were some bushes that would hide a car along one of the streets.
I had his cock out before we ever got there and my face was in his lap. We didn't care what the Prophet said about getting married and having children. That load of sperm went down my chin. Something told me it would be polite to lick what I could with my tongue and push the rest in with my fingers. I was hooked on the taste and feel of cum in my mouth.
I let him play with my tits and I stroked him until he was hard again. Rather that trying to fuck in the car I sucked the second load down my throat. The love of a man cumming in my mouth was imprinted into me forever and I couldn't get enough of it.
Every time my new husband could get hard I was going down on this cock. We were married almost a week before he got the chance to fuck me. Not that I was afraid it would hurt or anything. I liked it all right. I better liked taking his load deep in my cunt. He seemed to be okay with whatever got his rocks off.
After the BYU game ended my husband said we needed to have a talk.
"Madelyn, I don't want to be that guy where his wife sucks everybody's cock. It's not the same as you fucking a guy and I know why you do it. I thought you promised me you would quit and now you tell me you promised to slow down. I want my wife to myself."
"Now is a poor time to get out of shape about it. How do you think we paid the rent on a nice apartment when we got married? How do you think we got a loan for the down payment on a house? When the roof leaked how do you think we got such a cheap price on a new roof? There were eight of those roofers, for Christ's sake. There were three guys laying the new carpet you thought was on sale."
"I suspected, but I didn't want to think you were fucking all those people."
"I wasn't fucking all those people. There was a lot of sucking cock. Sure, I had to fuck some of them. Getting the loan for the house down payment was almost impossible. We would have frozen several times if I hadn't offered a blow to the furnace repairman that came out. There was no way we would have gotten that new water heater. Why is it bothering you now? Do you think I liked it with two plumbers fucking me for three days while they re-piped the utility room?"
"Are you trying to tell me you didn't have some fun doing all that?"
"Actually it iwas fun. I'd just as soon suck off or fuck a stranger than my own husband. When you were making ten dollars and hour and the boss promoted you to one that paid twenty and then twenty five, how do you think that happened? Surprise Mister! That still goes on a couple of times a month. Didn't you want me to make you a vice-president at work?"
Maybe I was a little extreme to throw this all at him. Now is a poor time for him to get fucking self righteous. I made what I did sound like a sacrifice. Yet, I enjoyed all of it. I think the three days of fucking plumbers was my favorite. Their boss had some sweet tasting cum and a nice fat cock.
Everything seemed to have cooled down by Sunday afternoon. Something still made me go back to the antique shop. Curtis finished with a customer and we slipped into that little back office. Curtis was more ready for me this time. I got to him when he realized that he had just got deep throated. None got spilled this time.
"Wow! You are good. Do you need some more antiques?"
I don't know what made me giggle. I liked Curtis and sucking him off again sounded good to me. We worked out a deal that he would sell me things at cost. It was my favorite antique store. I even ended up fucking him a couple of times.
"Yes, Curtis. I do think I will need some more antiques. I might just come in for some more of that." I pointed at this crotch.
"While I'm here I think I'll take that lantern."
"Cash or charge?"
"Tell you what ... put it back for me. I come for it tomorrow."
The next evening my husband had his red lantern. He knew how I got it. After that he had to pay full price everywhere. He moved out a couple of weeks later. He helped me with money, but I still needed a job or a new husband.
One would wonder how this ended up this way. I guess it is a family tradition. Handed down from mother to daughter. My mother told me about it as did her mother to her, and so on.
When I was about five years of age I saw my mother suck a guy's cock. I remember there were lawn mowers there and cast metal farm toys. Some big enough to ride. I remember my mother and this man discussing money and mom sending me to play on a toy tractor with pedals. I was riding it around the showroom in and out of the mowers and equipment on display. When I got bored and went to find mom I found her on her knees with one hand on this guy's cock and the most of it in her mouth. Something slick was running off her chin. Mom pulled her mouth off it and told me to go back to play.
There were more times I had seen mom do it to other men. I don't think she ever did it to dad. I don't know why. That was just what I thought.
At about age fifteen I walked in on Mom and some man full on from about three feet away. I could hear her gurgling on the cock as I approached the door. I didn't think it would be mom, but there she was. Getting it all down her throat. Pulled out about seven inches and took it down all the way several more times before they saw me. The guy must have unloaded a month's worth into her mouth.
"Maddie ... let me finish here and you and I will have a little talk to explain what this is all about."
Maybe I was supposed to leave, but I just stood there. Mom cleaned the guy up with her lips and wiped the rest on a cloth. The man's dick was going soft and he put it it back in his pants. After he zipped up his pants Mom patted him on the front of his crotch and spoke.
"I think I needed that as much as you did. Give me a call when they are going to deliver."
Mom stayed on the floor after the man left. She looked up at me with spots of fresh cum on each corner of her mouth. He it either squirted on her or it leaked out from her lips. I'd heard some jokes at school, but it didn't seem right that my mother was doing this. I was fifteen, so Mom was just thirty four.
"It's time you learned what this is all about and some things you can do to be a good wife when you marry. You've seen me do this before, haven't you. Several times I imagine. Probably sometimes you didn't know what I was doing and when you did know you probably didn't know why."
"The first time I remember I was about five, somewhere they sold mowers and toys."
"I didn't think you would remember that."
"I did. I saw you doing it. I thought if you were doing there must be a good reason."
"We can start there. Your father had bought an old used lawn mower from a buddy. It was pretty well worn out when he got it. Your father worked so hard all the time that getting a riding mower would make summers easier on him. He kept it running through most problems, but one day he hit an old root or stump next to the house."
"I remember Dad on that old mower."
"It was so tore up it was going to cost ten times to fix it over what he paid for it. The man told me we might as well buy a new one. Your father needed a mower he didn't have to push. I asked about the price and the man suggested a payment plan. He offered more on the trade in than your father paid for it. I told him the payment was more than we could afford."
"Isn't it the mower Dad has now?"
"Yes, the man said he would put it on a personal account he would carry himself. He would stop by to collect once or twice a month and if I didn't have the cash we could work something out. The payments were $41 per month. I wasn't stupid. Most months we wouldn't have the money. I knew what he meant. I already had dealt to get the car fixed and to buy a freezer for food storage under that kind of plan and was still paying them off."
"So, that's how you paid for the mower?"
"Yes, found I enjoyed not being able to make the payments. To get the mower for your father all I had to do was make a down payment. That's what you saw me doing when you walked in on us when you were five."
"So, you were paying for a freezer, car repairs, and a lawn mower with sexual favors?"
"I was sucking cock, Honey. Sucking cock."
"Dad wasn't suspicious of this?"
"You think he would have to have had some idea. He always controlled the money and he never gave me any to pay for any of it. You've probably seen more than that. It seems something was always breaking or needing replaced around here."
"What were you doing when I just now walked in on you?"
"I wanted a new refrigerator. Nothing to do with your Dad. I had just about everything paid off except for the television. Like I said, I looked forward to making those payments."
"That's what you do? If you want something just find somebody that wants their penis in your mouth in exchange for paying for it?"
"Your Grandmother is worse about it than me. She would get alone with a man for a moment and the next thing you knew she had his cock in her mouth. She loved it more than me, but your curiosity makes me think you will be like her. The family legend goes back to before the Mormon's started the trek to Utah with our women and the determination to get our way. It's not a long story, but one it is time for me to tell."
I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to hear it. Mom got started with her story.
"This is it as passed down to me from back in a time before the 1847 journey. I can't promise you how much is truth and how much is legend. When it was announced about the first wagons west our distant grandmother and her husband wanted to be in the group. At the time they did not have a good wagon. One well to do man had three wagons and no one to drive the third one. Grandfather wanted to buy that wagon, but did not have the cash. The wagon was in demand."
"This does sound like it might be interesting."
"Your distant grandfather tried to deal with the man and was turned down. Grandma went to the man and begged if there wasn't some way they could strike a deal for the wagon. Feeling it might not be seen as cheating as much as offering to fuck the man, Grandmother made her approach."
"Sir, I know you have turned my husband away for lack of funds. Would you let us pay later for the wagon if I would suck your cock, if I may be so blunt."
"Woman, I don't know of what you husband would think of you making me this offer, but for a wagon like this you would have to suck me off every day of the journey and return it to me at journey's end."
"Deal, Sir! We can start when the journey begins."
"Kind woman, the deal will start today."
"The story related that indeed it did start just after dark. Grandmother did not expect the volume or the taste of his seed in her mouth and spat it upon the ground."
"If you want my wagon, dear lady, you will need to learn to swallow that."
The story went that within a few days she was consuming sperm down her throat without difficulty. And, by the time the journey started she was looking forward to it. Grandfather gave no indication he knew what was going on and gave space in the early evenings for his wife and the wagon owner to get together. A couple of weeks into the journey grandmother was slipping off before dawn for another chance to swallow another load from his balls.
"It was said her daughter was only about seven at the time. She was aware of her mother's rendezvous in the dark and placed herself to spy on them. The couple was anxious enough to get started a little before actual darkness and the girl was able to see her mother work her mouth up and down on the man's cock. She could see her swallow something and clean her lips with her tongue."
"Her daughter was learning of it by watching her mother, as I have done seeing you."
"Would you call it a family talent or a curse?"
"The young girl kept her distance and became interested in a young man from a subsequent group of settlers. They married and had six children, of which only one was a daughter. Who in turned passed our legacy on down to her daughters and so on. Eliza married well and the man advanced into the church priesthood. In doing so garnered many favors. He eventually had five wives, but it was put into his position by her willingness to suck the right cock."
"I guess it is a legacy. What happened to the first wife that acquired the use of the wagon?"
"The story gets a little fuzzy. Her husband never mentioned the arrangement on the wagon. The families settled near each other. With all there was to do the old man that owned the wagon was happy with a blowjob when he could get one. The second summer there was a good one financially. Grandpa suggested that they could get their own wagon and team of horses. Grandma said they could spend the money on something else and keep the deal intact on the use of the wagon. Supposedly Grandpa liked the idea."
"What do you suppose they spent the money on?"
"They did get a loan, bought some more land and built a nice house. Grandma probably got the loan with her mouth and covered the payments, too. Rumor had it that they did well from Grandma fucking a banker. So, I guess she was willing to do what she needed to get what she wanted for her family."
"Did she know Brigham Young?"
"I don't think so, but if she did she probably got some advantage from it."
"From what you tell me then all of our women got what they wanted by sucking some guy's cock?"
"Honey, that's how women have gotten what they wanted for thousands of years. Ours just didn't keep it to only our husbands. If you are going to help out your husband by sucking some guys cock you need to get something from it yourself."
"How about Dad? Does he know? How does he feel about you doing this?"
"The only thing it could hurt for your father might be his pride. I don't think it bothers him much. Hardly a night goes by I don't either suck him or have sex. Used to be in the mornings, too."
"Has he ever caught you with a man?"
"He's really good at looking the other way."
That's how I got my legacy. Handed down from mother to daughter for generations. Temple wives with strange cocks in their mouths. Not that I take my Temple marriage that seriously. Which I guess is not hard to see.
I must be like my Grandma, as my mother said I would be. I don't need a reason to suck a cock. I need an opportunity. Under the right circumstances I'll fuck a guy. Usually I'm happy to get a load to swallow and watch the guy feed his cock back into his pants. Sometimes or if we linger with each other I might like to get some strange cock. Giving a blowjob doesn't get me hot down there. I am one that gets as much from it as the would guy whose balls I drain.
Another thing is that I have no preference for Mormon men. All known I've probably had more that are not. I've even did a couple of blacks guys in the past. Well, one was in the past. The other not so long ago. That was at a concert. You've probably seen some girl blow a guy at a concert. This time it was me. It was odd to have a black guy right at my ass in the first place. I think he did it on purpose. Maybe I put out a vibe.
The guy kept brushing my ass with his hand. With my husband at my side it was starting to get me wet. I like to wear a skirt and T-shirt to outdoor concerts. It's a lot cooler than pants or jeans. I decided to back up a half step and was almost pressing my ass to his crotch. Wisely he took that as a signal.
When I said husband, this is my third one. We are pretty open with each other for Mormons. I caught him fucking his brother's sister-in-law in the back seat of a Dodge Ram at a party and he knew it. He just kept on fucking her. I watched for a while and walked away. I didn't do anything with anybody. After all. There were a bunch of uptight Mormons around. My husband just happened to be uptight inside the one in the Dodge.
So, this was going to be one of those deals. The black guy turned his and and felt my ass. Then moving his hand under my skirt. I moved my feet apart to open myself up for him. He got a finger around my panties and shoved a finger into my pussy. I just rocked with the band and then started to cum on the hand. He worked three fingers in me and I came twice standing there next to my old man.
My husband didn't know what was going on until I turned around and dropped to my knees. When the black guy saw what I was doing he had his pants open and his cock out for me. It was good size, wouldn't call it huge. I had him against my throat in no time and cumming down it in only a few minutes. We gathered a crowd. He was more embarrassed than me. My husband stood back a couple of feet and watched with interest.
We stood there until the concert ended. The black guy had melted into the crowd. My pussy was on fire. The three fingers really got to me. I was already wet fromo cumming in his hand. Right at this moment I was wishing I had fucked him. Right! Like I needed to see that in the Deseret News.
When we got to the car my husband wanted a blowjob. I wanted to fuck. I gave him the blowjob. I would have fucked anyone that would have walked up at that moment. At home later I was glad I didn't fuck the black guy. My memories of my first black encounter probably is what stopped me.
To fill that in while I am on the subject, during my first marriage, about half way through the first year, we went to a party where some people pretty important people were hosting youth from African countries. One young man captivated me. He had a strong, deep voice and spoke perfect English with his dark continent accent. He was telling me how he loved Utah and how his room was as big as his family's house in Africa. I found myself saying I would like to see it.
Making sure my husband was occupied with some Mormon theology, I followed the boy to his room the basement. I was just eighteen at the time and my new friend told me he was a bit younger than me. If you didn't know I had a husband upstairs you would have thought we were an interracial high school couple on a date.
Jacob laid out on the bed and looked at me. I was ready to get in the bed with him. I could see what looked like a snake of a cock extended down one leg. I wanted to see and suck it. Jacob gave me a look after checking me up and down.
"So, what do you think?
"I think you are a beautiful white woman."
"Do you think I should shut the door?"
"No, the stairs landing is over my closet. You can hear if someone comes down. Plus, you can get out through the closet and come out in the other side of the family room bathroom."
Utah houses are the best for using a basement. Most families double their space by finishing the basement into extra bedrooms, bathrooms, and activity areas. Because they work around drain pipes, furnaces, and supports for the upper floor some of the layouts can be pretty crazy. Apparently this one would let me work myself all the way to the other end of the area without being seen.
I don't think there was any doubt in either of our minds we would have a sexual adventure. My thought was to suck his huge black cock and fuck my husband when we got home. Jacob hadn't given a blowjob much thought and assumed I wanted to feel his African cock buried in my cunt. I joined him in the bed. His hand went immediately to my tits.
"You have very nice titties." Jacob said as he felt them up and had my nipples spiking against the palms of his hands.
"Thank you, Jacob." I was reaching for where his cock hung down his leg, "But I'm more interested in this."
Leaving the door open in a strange house added to the excitement. I tried to get his cock out of his pants while he tried to get my dress unbuttoned and my bra off. He won as he seemed pretty much at ease for a kid in getting my buttons undone and my bra unhooked and pushed aside. I was still trying to pull his cock up the leg of his pants when he slipped one hand under my dress and started to tug at my panties. Before I could get his cock to my mouth he had a finger in my pussy.
"Wow, you're pretty fast there, Jacob."
"I love married white women."
I moved around to get my panties off to give his hand full access. I wore bikini panties under my dress. A dress that was long enough to not reveal that I didn't subscribe to wearing the Mormon garment down to my knees. Another finger went inside my hot little pussy. Most times I suck a guy off there isn't much going on to benefit me. I either finger myself off when I get home or give my husband a good fucking. Tonight was different. My juices were boiling from my cunt and I knew I would have to have that black cock shoved in me.
A third finger finger started past my inner lips and I was paying more attention to my sopping cunt than trying to free his cock from his pants. Refocusing, I got it free. It kind of swayed in my hand like a palm tree in a hurricane. Not yet hard, it looked a foot long. I put one hand around the base, the other hand above the first one, and then shoved the head in my mouth.
It was like any other cock head I've had in my mouth, only larger. When I started down the shaft I got about three more inches in before my lips met my hand. Jacob's cock was hard as a rock on the inside, yet about a quarter inch or so was soft, sort of spongy. My lips moving up and down on it would press the soft part down and it would spring back as my lips went past the spot.
My thoughts were changing from sucking his cock to trying to fuck him. I didn't know if I could get all, or even any of it in my pussy, but I really wanted to try. As I was bobbing my head up and down on his huge erection I felt a fourth finger nudge past my outer lips and put pressure on the inner ones. I wasn't sure if I had ever had a third finger, other than my own in me
I was taking several inches, including the head, in a pretty good rhythm. It didn't seem possible I could get it started down my throat. Mostly I was feeling that fourth finger trying to invade my wet snatch. For some reason I wanted it to scoot past my inner lips and go inside me. To take the monster cock I'd need all the stretching I could get.
His little finger was the last one he was trying to work into me. As hopeful as I was he could do it and not hurt me I was thinking if the fourth finger went in I wasn't that far from being able to take in his whole hand. I had it! I could feel myself either stretch or relax enough to let the tip push past my inner lips. Once started, I could feel the two knuckles enter me as the rest of the finger buried inside me.
Jacob started rocking his four fingers into me. Sawing them in and out. I was quick to cum from his work. I found myself wanting to get his beautiful black cock into me. Yet, somewhere in my mind I was wondering at this point if I could not maybe take his whole hand. I spread my legs as wide as I could, hoping to get my well stretched hole to take his hand. I wanted him to fold his thumb into his palm and shove hard against my opening.
Then I realized, what would my husband have left if I fucked this big cock, but even worse if my pussy could be big enough to get fist fucked by this dark African teenager. I kind of decided that I should be faithful enough to him to not get my cunt ruined.
Just as I started to remove Jacob's cock from my mouth and direct it to my pussy I realized I had missed the signs that he was about to cum in my mouth. "No, I can't let him cum! I need him in me so bad," were my thoughts! Nature was in charge as the first spurt hit the back of my throat.
Might as well make it a good thing. I kept sucking him hard and trying to swallow all of his load. I've always been good about not spilling any. This time I had a sheet of sperm covering my chin and squirting out the corners of my mouth.
"My God! How do you cum so much?"
"It's been a couple of days building up and practically sucked it from me!"
"I guess you are right. But, I wanted you to fuck me so bad." I was using my finger to push the cum in my mouth and swallowing it.
"Lady, I can still fuck you. Jacob's cock is still hard."
It was ... not as completely hard as it was, but still remarkable. Still several inches more that I get from my husband. The bonus being with the gradual softening the lesser diameter and length would help me get it in me. I flipped on my back and spread myself wide. I felt huge from him having four fingers in me. As I grabbed his cock and guided it to my cunt hole I was glad he had gotten the fingers in me to make this easier.
The head of his cock looked and felt slightly smaller than a tennis ball. My husband is so fucking shit out of luck. My cunt is about to be so wrecked. I laid the head between my gaping lips and Jacob push lightly. The head popped right in. I had a black guy's cock in me. I started to rock and he started to pump. It wasn't at all as difficult as I expected. I was taking it. All but the last few inches. My cervix was in the way. It was nice knowing I had all I could handle and there was more if I could figure out how to fit it inside.
Jacob was hard again. I could tell that I was stretched wider another half inch or so. Probably an inch. Whatever it was, I was stuffed with black cock. After a few minutes of hard fucking I noticed his balls would just hit my ass when he would stroke into me. I must have stretched in length and he must have shoved my cervix and uterus deeper inside me. Maybe another few minutes I'd have him buried completely.
Then I felt the pulse. His cock was about to cum in me. I was there myself. I wanted to drown him in pussy juice. Hell, I already was. I could feel my wetness trickle down my ass crack. I felt the head swell a little. I felt the spurt. A hard spurt, then another, and another, and another. I think he dumped more seed into me than I had just swallowed minutes before. Thank God for teenagers, being one myself I kept fucking him.
Cum and pussy juice soaked the bed. The way it surged around his cock and out of my cunt, it had to go somewhere. We laid together for a few moments. His cock was still in me. I realized I had better get back to my husband. It was going to be nothing but blowjobs for him for a while.
When Jacob pulled out and got off me I knew I was one fucked out cunt. We checked the stairs and I went into the bathroom. I got my tits back in my bra and my dress buttoned. I looked at my panties and wondered if I wanted to put them back on. A glob of black seed plopped from me and splattered on the tile floor. I sat on the toilet and tried to push it out of me. I knew it would drip out the rest of the evening. I grabbed some toilet paper and went to wipe my wet little twat.
It would be a while before I had a little twat again, if ever. This was the first I had touched myself since the fucking Jacob had given me. The toilet paper along with my fingers went up inside me. Holy Shit! I was fucking huge down there. I wanted to hold some of Jacob's cum in me, not that I hadn't swallowed a belly full. I dropped the paper in the toilet. It was completely encased in cum. I wiped myself a couple of more times.
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't have a pussy any more. It was a huge fucking gash. All red and gaping open. I used my fingers to pull myself wide. I wanted to cry. What the fuck had I done to myself? Really, what had Jacob's black dick done to me?
Turning around, I bent at the waist with my ass to the mirror. My ass looked good. Between my cheeks was this huge cunt. I imagine giving birth would have made it bigger. It didn't look like my pussy. It was all swollen. Maybe from my arousal as much as getting spread wide by Jacob. I decided not to panic. If women had babies and got back in shape, then I should be okay.
Some more cum ran out. Or, maybe I was getting wet from looking at what had happened to me. I put a couple of fingers in myself. I was still bent over with my butt to the mirror. I put the other two fingers in without any problem. Damn, four fingers in myself and I really didn't feel that tight. My husband would shit if he could see me now.
I caught myself pushing the end of my thumb in along with my fingers. I felt and watched my thumb go in. I gave a little grunt and watched my whole hand go inside my vagina to the wrist. Not that my hand is that big. I clenched my fist as my hand entered me. It felt odd being so full in there.
My pussy used to be a tight little slit with slightly puffy outer lips. I hadn't had a baby or experienced a big cock before this. Now I had this huge fucking cunt that I wasn't sure would ever be the same.
Once more I wiped at my over stretched opening with some tissue. I wondered about shoving a wad in place so I wouldn't leak. I seemed pretty dry by that time. I decided to put on my panties in case some of Jacob's seed did escape my well fucked snatch. Looking at myself again in the mirror, the panties made the size of my hole look even more extreme and I would have to worry about my husband catching me with a load of cum in them.
If I leaked a little it would surely dry before it ran too far down my thighs and I could wash it off at home. If it came out too fast I'd have to get to the bathroom to clean it up there. I chose to go for the no panty option. Jacob wasn't in his room. I straighten up my hair and makeup and returned to the party.
My husband was no where to be found. First it worried me that maybe he had come looking for me and was still trying to find where I had gone. Then it hit me that maybe I couldn't find him because he was off with some other woman. I checked each room and went upstairs in the guise of using the bathroom. The upstairs bedrooms were empty. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I felt my pussy again. Still pretty dry and still really huge. I thought about shoving fingers in myself again and getting myself off.
I continued my search for my husband, feeling a sense of urgency to find him, not wanting him to be in some dark corner with some cunt from the party. The hostess was in the kitchen talking with a group of women. She directed me to the back patio where she had seen a group discussing priesthood a little earlier.
Something inside my head made me want to lunge towards that direction to be sure he was in the group. Finding him out there was a relief even if his priesthood opinions were always boring to me But I was glad to find that he was there, blathering on as ever.
"Oh, fellas, I'll bet some of you haven't met my wife, Madelyn."
Introductions were made all around. I shook each man's hand.
"It's really nice to meet all of you. Thanks for taking good care of my husband for me."
"Oh, our pleasure." Replied one of the men. "Now I see why your husband thinks being married to one wife at a time is enough."
There were six men plus my husband in the group. I kind of ended up in the middle of a circle. I felt like I was on display. My insides were feeling all rearranged from fucking one of the black guests of honor. I could feel cum collecting on the edges of my pussy lips. I shifted my legs a little bit, expecting some to run down one of my thighs. Instead it just clung there, like a giant bubble ready to burst.
The situation was a little surreal. I could smell my own pussy and the remains of what Jacob had gushed into me. Could they smell it, too? I wondered what it would be like if one of their hands came out and grabbed me right between the legs as I stood there. Not that I wouldn't suck off five of the six men I had just met in the right circumstances. The fantasy of letting them fuck me wouldn't have done me or them any good.
I let the fantasy bubble burst and tried to step back to stand beside my husband. I got my feet a little too far apart and felt the cum drop from my pussy. I was expecting to feel it go down a leg. It did not and I thought maybe it hit the hem of my dress. I got enough of a glimpse of the floor that where my feet had been. There was a puddle of cum the size of a silver dollar on the brick patio. Now I wish I had kept my panties on rather that put them in my purse.
Taking a couple of side steps, I managed to get back over the evidence of my cheating on my husband. Him standing beside and behind me a little sent a chill up my spine. I convinced myself that I had slid my shoe enough to disguise this remainder of my little fuck session with Jacob. I could feel some more wanting to trickle out of me. I cocked my hips enough so it followed my thigh from my still gaping pussy.
This little stream was hot enough from being buried so deep inside me that it didn't stop on my thigh. Even though I had tried to brush my thighs together to stop it the stream continued past me knee and felt like it would end up in my shoe. Feeling the need to get away and clean myself up some more, I pointed myself through the circle of my husband's new found friends and walked off the patio into the yard, not caring if I dribbled in the grass.
As I stood in the darkness and the warm night air I was trying to clench my vagina enough to wring out any cum that still might be inside me. That not seeming work I changed to trying to clench my cunt lips tight enough to hold it inside instead. After what Jacob had done to me and me learning that I could get my whole hand in my cunt I knew neither idea was even close to working.
I was standing in the backyard in my own little world when I saw some movement. It was the hostess stepping into the light and returning to the house. From the yard, back by the fence, I heard someone call my name.
It wasn't dark kind of dark, but dark enough you could make out form better than faces. As the figure got closer to me I could see it was Jacob. I called out to him.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" Then I thought about the hostess slipping back into the house. "Oh, you weren't alone, were you?"
"Not really, Mary Kaye wanted to tell me something."
"In the dark?" I had spoken to her when we arrived, but didn't know her name.
"Some conversations are better in the dark." I loved the sound of that voice and accent.
"Oh, My God! Were you having sex?"
"No, that would be too messy. She wanted to suck me off."
"After what we did you needed more?"
"Rule one ... never turn down a blow job from a white woman."
"That reminds me of something you said earlier. That you liked married white women."
"Does that surprise you any? These rich Mormon families make a visit to Africa with the story being that they are on a mission for the Church or for some charitable reason. There's plenty of people that could use their charity in this country."
"That is sure enough true."
"From all those that visit you get a few wives that need a little change in their married life. The families they visit are fairly well to do and the kids that come here for school or as exchange students are both well educated and well financed. The wife gets interest in more than a little culture and some young black shoves a large cock into a married white curious Mormon cunt."
"Does that happen a lot?"
"The husband gets all busy and the wife fucks one black cock and then gets to noticing there are a whole lot more of them around. There were about a dozen of us getting a shot at fucking Mary Kaye. She loved it. Then when they sponsor us here the husband bounces around showing what a compassionate person he is. In the meantime his wife is fucking several African's that are here to learn about America."
"Is she like gangbanging a bunch of you? And, why does someone your age want to fuck someone in her forties?
"They all aren't older guys with older wives. Some wives aren't that much older than me. Then there is that wonderful trickle down theory you people have going on here. The momma riding a black cock is something the daughters are inclined to do as well. It's not unusual to be dumping your load in the mom, her daughters, and maybe a couple of the cousins."
"I had never thought of something like happening. Don't the husbands ever catch on? How many white women have you had?"
"In Africa, I'd say a dozen or so. This summer in Utah, I'm up to about twenty right now, including you."
"Oh, am I in your pussy count?"
"Sure, you want to be in it again?"
I hadn't thought of that. I was still wondering if I would ever get my pussy back to the size it had been when I woke up that morning. Something made my tummy churn and my whole pussy made an involuntary tingle. Even with all the fears for my poor little cunt I realized I wanted to do it again.
"Okay, are you sure you can do it again?"
"Oh, shit, Madelyn ... you mean now? I was thinking more like some other time."
"Damn, that's embarrassing. I sound worse than the women you just told me about."
"No, if you want to do it now. I'm all for it. Damn, woman! Wait for me in my room. I'll be down in a short while."
Going back to the room where I took on my first black cock was exciting in itself. I could smell us in the room. If Mary Kaye came down here she had to know she wasn't the only one the kid was fucking. I stood along side the bed. I reached under my dress and felt my pussy. It didn't seem any smaller. Jacob wouldn't have any trouble entering me again. I was certainly wet enough.
I heard steps on the landing that started down the stairs. God, I hope it's Jacob and that I wasn't getting caught down there in his room. He called out my name and then joined me in by the bed.
"Listen, I don't have much time this time. Can we just get it in you, let me fuck you until you cum, and then me get back to the party?"
I realized that I didn't know where my husband was again and thought this could be bad if Mary Kaye came looking for Jacob. I raised my dress and put my ass at the edge of the bed. Jacob had his cock out and eased it into my opening. After the treatment it got earlier my cunt was welcoming the return of his giant cock. It was just moments until I could feel his balls tapping my butt again.
There was still a little bit of this cock I couldn't take. Maybe the next time I could fuck every inch of him. My God! I was already thinking of a next time. The fast pace he set found me gasping for breath. He never slowed down or held back. He just kept pumping until I felt his cum shoot from the end of his cock and into the depths of my pussy. Hot and sticky black seed that could easily impregnate me at that depth had I not been on the pill.
We went into the bathroom together. Jacob wiped his dick on a wet wash cloth and left me to deal with my little problem. Not that it was a little problem. I had the same load of cum to try to clean up or keep in me as before. Knowing I wouldn't be successful at either, I folded up tissue and held it against my pussy by putting on my panties.
I was back to worrying about my pussy returning to something close to normal size. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a little flushed, but the quickie had more of an effect on my fresh fucked cunt than my outward appearance. I could pull this off. I just needed to keep my husband's hand out of my panties. My plan was to suck him dry so he wouldn't have so much of an interest in pussy.
As I checked myself one last time in the mirror something caught my eye. My tummy was distended. Visibly distended. I loosened the buttons at the waist and raised the hem up to just below my tits. I had never been pregnant. But, looking at myself it looked that I had been knocked up a couple of months ago. Fuck! So, that's how he got all that cock in me. As, I stretched to accommodate the big cock it shoved my tummy out.
I returned upstairs very conscious of my protruding waist. People might think I am the good little Molly Mormon wife and already carrying my husband's child. If anything it should have been Jacob's with all the sperm he left in me. I went upstairs hoping the puffy tummy would go away with the return to normal for my cunt. I decided to mix in with the other woman at the party.
The more I mingled the more I loved the idea of chatting with these Mormon women while carrying a huge load of cum from a black man emptying his balls into me. I could feel it start to run out of me and onto the tissue. I tried to clench my pussy to hold it in me. I could feel that I hold most of it inside. Maybe I'd be back in shape sooner than I thought.
Things were going pretty good for me. I was loving talking to the other wives while thinking about what I had just done ... twice. My husband came looking for me.
"Are you ready to go? I'm all done here."
"Uh, not really. I was meeting some pretty interest people. What happened?"
"Well, you met those guys I was talking to out back. After you left we were taking church and priesthood. They didn't agree with a couple of my ideas about it. It got a little nasty. One of them made a comment about you. It pissed me off. Then another one said he wouldn't mind fucking you if he had the chance."
"That was kind of sweet ... which one?" I teased him.
"All of them actually. It was like we were at a stag party with a bunch of heathens."
I had to laugh. A couple of their wives were probably fucking Caleb or one of his friends. Plus, when my husband gets in a mood like that he ends up wanting to fuck me. Tonight wouldn't be a good night for that. For either of us.
"You poor baby. There's a bathroom downstairs. Go down there and wait a few minutes. Be real quiet. I'll come down and make you feel better."
The light got brighter in his eyes. I gave him a head start and then went down there and proceeded to suck his cock. The good thing about my husband, although I like sucking his cock, is that it isn't huge and doesn't take much time until I'd be swallowing his load.
There wasn't anything to clean up as I kept all of it in my mouth. We started to sneak back up the stairs. I heard a noise from Jacob's room. He heard it, too.
"What was that?"
"I don't know." I sure as hell did know. I couldn't believe Jacob did me twice and was with some other wife now.
"It sounds like someone having sex. Let's go peek."
"My husband is a pervert?"
"No, let's just go peek. It won't hurt anything."
"Okay, but be quiet."
We got to the door and it was almost closed. I could see it was Mary Kaye getting fucked on Jacob's bed. I had pulled the spread up enough to cover the sheets. Now she was in the same spot and the man knelt between her legs while humping his cock swiftly into her.
My husband nudged the door just enough to see the black cock lunging in and out of her. His eyes got huge in his head. I was kind of pissed at Jacob for this and leaned enough see his face. It wasn't him fucking Mary Kaye. It was one of his buddies in the student exchange program. My jealousy subsided knowing this. I felt better.
I couldn't get my husband to leave. He kept standing and watching her getting royally fucked. Mostly watching the slick black cock go in and out. Only when Mary Kaye started to pant and groan into her orgasm did we move away to the stairs. As we crept away I could hear her begging him to cum in her.
Upstairs we moved over to a corner of the family room. My husband looked so nervous and excited you would think he just robbed a bank, or something.
"My God, Maddie. Did you see the size of the prick on that guy? She was taking every inch of it."
"Yes, I saw it. It was unbelievable." Actually, I was thinking Jacob had the guy beat by a couple of inches in length and about a quarter more in diameter.
"The self righteous bitch acts all high and mighty upstairs and fucks a black cock downstairs."
"Who would have thought it?" I smirked.
"I want to hang around and see how she acts with her pussy full of of black man's sperm. God, here she comes. Look at her. How can she take a fucking like that and come up here and mingle like nothing happened?"
"Maybe she does it all the time. Maybe this isn't her first black fuck."
"God, even if it wasn't, how can a woman take a cock that big? He has to be at least twice a big as me."
"Like I said, maybe she is used to it."
"Shit, Maddie, do you think there is anyway you could take something that size inside you?"
"What are you trying to ask?" I tried to act pissed.
"Oh, no. Don't get me wrong. Not just the big cock, but the fact he was black. How big do you think Mary Kaye must be down there to handle it and how stupid do you think her husband is not to know about it?"
"You are right. How does she get away with it?"
We left a little later and I guess my blowjob held up. I didn't have to fuck him. Not that I wouldn't have sucked him off again to kept him away from the mess Jacob left for us.
My statement about taking all of Jacob the next time proved to be pretty good prophesying. I woke up the next morning ready to fuck him again. My pussy had come close to returning to somewhat like normal. Black seed leaked from me all morning long. Jacob planted it into me well.
After my husband went to work I stripped down for a shower. It was incredible he hadn't discovered how much I smell like sperm and hot pussy. I looked at my pussy in the mirror and ran my hands over it, trying to feel the differences in me. I had almost returned to reasonable size although I gaped open about the size of a golf ball. The sideways view still had me looking a couple of months pregnant.
The hot shower felt good. I washed myself while thinking about what Jacob had done to me. I definitely was going back for more. I called Mary Kaye's house and asked for him. He rode the bus over to our house and fucked me twice that afternoon. I was so exited to get him in me that I only sucked him off once. I didn't care who else he was doing or the fact that I was on his list.
Jacob stayed the summer and took first semester at BYU before heading home before Christmas. I got all I needed of his black cock during those six months. I got used to having a sloppy pussy. My husband got a lot of blowjobs from me. Jacob just about fucked me silly. We must have done it a hundred times while he was here. He didn't mention fucking any other women except Mary Kaye. She was fucking him and the other black students to where she was getting it once or twice day from one of them.
For me, if I started again fucking black guys I may not be able to stop. Married to my husband I got back to sucking cock to get my way with both him, and whenever the occasion would arise.
This won't be it for me. Sorry that I have rambled so much between stories. I realize it will take some time to write about the ones I want to tell.
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