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BBW Wife Is Taken
by BBW Lover (zooy10@yahoo.fr)
Edited by Flying Fingers
***
A man’s sexy bbw wife is taken and so is he. (M/MF,
bbw, bi, intr, orgy, cuck)
***
Marge was 26 and already a big girl when John met her.
After 10 years together, she had grown huge. It had
been her large breasts and curvy ass that had first
attracted him to her, but now she was enormous all over
and it had reached the point that John was having
trouble getting aroused enough to have sex with her. It
wasn’t that she didn’t want it; in fact she was hornier
now then ever, but her body just didn’t do it for him
as it once had.
Although he sometimes felt bad about it and worried
that she might find someone else, he knew she had
become so embarrassed by her size that she would never
go looking. He could sense her dissatisfaction and for
the last few years their marriage had becoming
strained.
Such was the state of affairs when Leon joined John's
small company. Leon was a tall, muscular, black man
five years John's junior. One morning about a month
Leon had hired on, the two stood outside the building
having a cigarette. As they were talking, a chunky
white woman walked by on the sidewalk about twenty feet
away.
Leon took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling a perfect
smoke ring. To John's surprise, Leon suddenly blurted
out, "Oh, fuck me man, now that’s my kinda lady. Oh,
yeah." When John expressed surprise, Leon confessed
that he'd always loved his women big and meaty. His
curiosity piqued, John asked him just how big.
Leon's gaze stayed on the woman as she moved away from
them. "The bigger the better, my man." He took a final
drag on his cigarette, flipped the butt onto the gravel
driveway, then turned and looked John in the eye. "A
big women can take my cock, all of it, the way no
skinny bitch ever could....you know what I'm sayin'?"
Then he grabbed his crotch and laughed. As they
returned to the shop, John felt nervous and excited all
at once.
For reasons he couldn't understand, John kept replaying
that short conversation in his head for days afterward.
When Leon invited John to a game of tennis at a nearby
club, he eagerly accepted for the sole purpose of
perhaps getting to see Leon naked. When the game was
over, John found Leon already in the shower when he
walked in.
Though he tried to control it, he couldn't help staring
when he caught sight of the young man's huge cock. It
looked to John as if it must have been 8 inches soft
and hung between his legs like a long length of black
rubber pipe. He had to tear his eyes away as Leon
casually soaped himself, letting his big dick flop
about.
That night he fucked Marge like a wild man, then
repeated his performance the next night. Though he
hated to admit it, by the weekend he was finally able
to accept the fact that the reason for his sudden bout
of horniness was Leon. Or, more correctly, the
fantasies he was having about Leon and Marge together.
Every time he had sex his wife, he pictured Leon
fucking her and the thought got him so hot he would
quickly explode.
Although Marge didn’t complain, she finally asked what
was going on to suddenly make him so hot. For awhile,
John didn't what to say, so he just kept quiet. He felt
conflicted, both aroused and repulsed, but he finally
told her all about Leon, though for the moment he left
out the details of him fucking her, the part that was
actually driving his fantasies.
Now Marge became curious, asking what Leon's cock
looked like. She laughed, not believing John when he
told her how big it was. "Baby, I’m telling you, its
like a bloody horse cock, you wouldn't believe it," he
said. "I almost don't believe it myself and I saw the
damn thing."
Two days later and another game of tennis followed by a
shower. Leon spotted him looking and grinned as he
grabbed his cock and held it out. "You should see this
bad boy when it's hard, buddy," Leon smirked. "Find me
a nice fat slut bitch and I’ll show you some time." He
paused to look at John. "If you can handle it, that
is." His words left John feeling uneasy, yet tingling
all over.
After their second encounter in the shower, John went
nuts, fucking Marge hard every night. It was during
their third straight night of sex, while John was
humping her, that she whispered in his ear. "Your
thinking about him again, aren’t you?" He didn’t reply,
just increased the speed of his thrusting.
She ran her tongue lightly against his ear. "You’d love
to see me sucking his big black cock, wouldn't you
baby? It's OK, you can tell me," she said gently. Her
words pushed him over the edge and he came hard then,
his orgasm intense and drawn out. Though no words had
passed between them, he realized by his actions that he
had revealed his true desires to Marge. He didn't know
whether to feel relieved or frightened.
Afterward, Marge asked most of the questions as they
lay side by side in bed and talked about it. She tried
to reassure her husband, telling him sweetly that she
understood that it was OK, even normal, to fantasize
about all kinds of things. John lay on his back in the
darkened room, staring at the ceiling. Then, unable to
stop himself and not really wanting to, he confessed to
Marge about the conversation he had had with Leon at
the shop and about how much Leon really loved big
women.
Marge turned to face him, brought her head down and
kissed him lightly on the lips. "Not big all over like
me, honey," she said. "I think he probably just means
busty women." But John told her no, and then described
in detail the woman they had seen walking near the shop
and the conversation that followed. Now it was Marge
who suddenly became quite, lost in her own thoughts.
Two days later, without any warning, Marge showed up at
the small machine shop that John owned. She walked over
to where he stood, kissed him on the cheek and handed
him a paper bag. "I brought you some lunch, sweetheart.
Just as a little surprise," she said sweetly. "I
thought maybe you could use a break from all the
vending machine food." All the while she was talking to
John she kept her head moving, her eyes scanning the
shop floor.
He took the bag and thanked her, but he was concerned.
Showing up at his workplace unannounced was something
she rarely did, especially lately, and normally John
would have been pleased to see her. But as he looked at
her today, he just felt uneasy. And he quickly realized
why. She was much more dressed up than usual for such a
visit, and though he thought she looked nice, even kind
of sexy, it aroused his suspicions. She was wearing a
tight, dark blue skirt that showed off her wide hips
and thick legs, along with a yellow top that John had
never seen before. It too was tight, accentuating the
sheer size of her breasts.
Leon was bent over a machine when she came in, but
looked up when he heard the sound of a female voice. He
walked over and calmly extended his hand to her.
"Hello, you must be Marge," he said, smiling broadly at
her. She shook his hand, holding it longer than she
should have. Her eyes were locked on his.
"And you're Leon, I presume," she replied. John felt
increasingly put out as the two stared at each other,
ignoring him. Recognizing their immediate connection,
John moved between them, hoping somehow to break it.
"Thanks for stopping by, baby, I’ll see you tonight."
His tone of voice was dismissive, indicating that he
wanted her to leave - now.
Her eyes were still on Leon as she moved closer to her
husband. She slipped her arm around his waist, brushing
her large right breast against his midsection in the
process.
"Sure darling," she said. "Listen, sweetheart, why
don't you bring Leon home with you for dinner tonight?"
she asked. John heard the playfulness in her voice, he
knew it so well, and it hurt because he knew he was not
its intended target.
She tightened her grip, moving still closer to him. Now
he could feel the softness and warmth of her large
breast through his thin T-shirt, along with another
familiar sensation: the beginnings of an erection. "He
sure looks like he could use a home cooked meal, honey,
don't you think?" Before John could open his mouth to
object, Leon pounced, saying he would love to join them
for dinner. Marge smiled at Leon, gave her husband a
kiss on the cheek and walked away.
"Man your woman is one fine looking piece of ass," Leon
said later as the two stood outside taking a mid-
afternoon smoke break. "I could fuck her all night
long."
John gave Leon a hard look. "Back off, will you man,
that's my wife you're talking about." His voice
betrayed more anger than he intended.
Leon just laughed, dropped his cigarette and ground it
out under his work boot. "See, that's the deal man.
It's always someone else's wife I’m talking about." He
looked directly at John. "I don’t mean no disrespect,
buddy. It'll be OK."
At five o'clock quitting time John tried to slip away
undetected, but when he reached his car he found a
grinning Leon standing there with his arms folded,
waiting for him. "Hey, man, I’ll just follow you home,
OK?" John looked glumly at Leon and nodded his head.
Once in his car, he rested his head against the
driver's window. There was a knot in his stomach and he
was shaking. Feelings of anticipation and dread warred
in his mind, threatening to overwhelm him. He closed
his eyes and took half a dozen deep breaths, trying to
steady himself.
As he drove home, his feelings began to change. The
idea of Leon in his home, near his wife, was now
causing John to feel extremely angry. Thoughts of Leon
and Marge together was also having another, undeniable
effect, however. It made his cock as hard as steel. He
was angry with himself for getting so horny, but the
image of his nice, faithful wife Marge sucking on
Leon's swollen tool kept playing over and over in his
mind, like an endless tape. The less he tried to think
about it, the more the thought intruded. And, to his
shame and confusion, the hornier he became.
Leon was so pumped up that he sprinted from his car and
was waiting for John to open the door to his house and
then almost pushed past him once he did. Both men went
straight to the sitting room where Marge was waiting
for them. To John's utter dismay he saw that she had
changed clothes yet again. Now she was wearing a
skimpy, black dress, another piece of clothing he had
never seen before, either. He found himself wondering
when she had bought it. And why. Certainly not for his
benefit, he knew.
The dress looked so slutty, so totally out of character
for Marge that he hardly recognized her. It was too
small, too tight, and the neck line was so deep that
she showed deep cleavage along with a lot of her white,
fleshy breasts. It was so incredibly short John was
sure that if she moved she'd have the bottoms of her
big, flabby ass cheeks right out in the open. Could she
possibly be any more blatant, he wondered in disgust.
Leon’s eyes where bugging out of his head and, once
again, Marge was locked on him like John wasn’t even
there. He opened his mouth to say something, but she
cut him off. "Drinks, boys? I've got cold beer." Before
either man could reply, she turned and walked toward
the kitchen.
Both men stood watching, gob smacked, as Marge waddled
away, her huge ass swaying from side to side in the
tight confines of the dress as she struggled to walk in
her brand new high heels. John's stomach knotted when
he saw a quick flash of white flesh, which meant she
was wearing stockings. As if she knew they were
watching, she reached behind her and tugged the tight
dress down, trying to keep any more skin from showing.
"Holy shit man, does she always dress like that?" Leon
asked. His voice was raspy sounding, just above a
whisper. John's mind reeled. He felt like he was in a
no win situation. If he said no, Leon would know she
was dressing just for him. If he said yes, Leon would
think his wife always looked like a total slut, no
matter who or what the situation. Unable to think of a
plausible response, he just grunted at Leon, telling
him to sit down and be quiet. Then he went after his
wife.
When he entered the kitchen, he found Marge bent over
with her head in the refrigerator. Her big ass was
sticking out, facing him. Her small dress had pulled up
so high on her butt that he could see she wasn't
wearing any panties. He could feel his anger building
as he noticed the black stockings with the thick
suspender straps going up to an unseen garter belt.
Worse still, he could clearly the pink, meaty lips of
her pussy peeking out where her thighs joined her
oversized ass.
"What the hell are you playing at?" he asked in an
angry whisper. He was mightily pissed off at her, but,
despite it all, his cock stayed rigid and swollen in
his jeans.
She turned to look at him, a bottle of beer in each
hand. Her tight little dress was still hitched up just
above the stocking tops, high enough that her pussy was
almost visible from the front, too. "Keep your voice
down John," she said calmly. " I thought you’d like to
see me dressed like this." She gave him a hurt look.
"What's the matter, honey," she pouted, "don’t you
think I look even a little bit sexy? I bet Leon does."
John's head was so fucked up he had trouble thinking
straight. Things were happening way too fast. This
whole scene was on the edge of being out of control and
he felt helpless to do anything about it. "What is it
with all this? You....you look like a cheap whore," was
all he could think to say.
She smiled back at him as if he hadn’t even spoken. She
reached out her pudgy hand and stroked he cheek
lightly. "I think Leon likes the dress, honey, didn't
you see his eyes just light up?" Damn her, he thought,
she could be sexy when she wanted to, especially if she
had the right man to play to. He wanted to say
something, anything, to protest the situation, but
before he could think of anything, she handed him a
cold beer, then brushed past him on her way back to the
sitting room.
After waiting a moment to try to clear his head, John
followed her. Leon was reclining in a large arm chair
and Marge was standing looking down at him. They were
both smiling and laughing, as if they were sharing some
kind of private joke.
He noticed that Leon was making no effort at all to
hide the desire he was feeling for her. He smiled
knowingly, running his eyes slowly up and down her ripe
body as he sipped his beer. Marge sat down on one arm
of the large chair, twisting her legs in a way that
caused her tight dress to ride up considerably, showing
two inches of fat, creamy white flesh above her
stocking tops. She made no move to correct it.
John took a long pull from his beer and flopped down
into the other matching armchair. He glared at her,
trying to catch her eye, but she never noticed. She was
too absorbed, looking doe-eyed at Leon and laughing at
something he was saying. As he glanced at his wife,
John noticed that her heavy, pendulous breasts rested
almost in her lap. As he looked more carefully, he
could see the round, bumpy outline of her large nipples
straining against the thin material of her black dress.
Damn her, he thought, she hadn't even worn a bra!
She leaned back a little and crossed her legs, hitching
the dress up a little higher, then uncrossed them a
moment later, giving Leon a clear view of her creamy
inner thighs and the hairy triangle between them. John,
knew Leon had seen it too because he stopped talking in
mid- sentence and just stared. Then, just as quickly as
she had opened her legs, Marge closed them, acting like
nothing had happened. She stood up, laughed at Leon and
wobbled off to the kitchen, saying she had dinner to
prepare.
John wanted to fall through the bottom of his chair and
just keep going. Still, he couldn't get his mind off
the little erotic tease that had just taken place in
front of him. His cock had been hard for so long it was
almost painful.
Once the two men were alone, Leon looked directly at
John. "Dude," he said in a rather loud whisper, "in
case you hadn't noticed, that lady needs cock and I
mean she needs it bad." John could only stare back at
him, unsure of how to respond. The whole situation had
taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were
sitting casually in a bar somewhere, talking about a
strange woman neither of them knew.
Leon licked his lips as he quickly slid forward on the
large chair. He had a strange look on his face, a look
John found a little frightening. His eyes where glazed
and had an aggressive, almost animalistic glint to
them. At that moment John realized how little he really
knew of this man who was now a guest in his house.
"Man, I know she’s your wife and all, but fuck man, she
just flashed her cunt at me," Leon went on. John's
heart began to race and sweat broke out on his
forehead. Leon’s use of the word cunt and cock in
reference to Marge had sent his mind reeling in way he
couldn't describe. His cock felt ready to burst in his
jeans.
"Hold on Leon, lets just take it easy here," he
started, but voice sounded weak and wimpy. It carried
no authority and he knew it. Worse, he knew Leon knew
it. His eyes still looked strangely glazed over to
John, to the extent he almost wondered if the black man
were on some kind of drug.
By this time he was rambling, talking about Marge as if
she weren't even there and largely ignoring his friend.
Or, perhaps, he had begun to sense the effect his crude
remarks were having on John. "Did you see the size of
her fuckin' titties, man? Damn, they're huge, too, just
like the rest of her. Fuckin' big and floppy. I'd love
to get me a lip-lock on those big suckers. Damn, she
looks fine."
At that moment, Marge walked back into the room. She
smiled at the young black man. "Who looks fine?" she
asked him coyly. There was a long moment of silence and
a feeling of tension in the room as Leon ran his eyes
up and down her lush body. Grinning up at her from his
chair, he decided to dispense with the politeness.
"Just those big titties of yours, baby. That's all."
Then he laughed and his voice was slow and deep.
"They're enough.....more than enough."
Marge’s mouth dropped open and for the first time she
began to feel uneasy, to question everything she had
done. She had only meant this as an innocent tease,
something to help turn John on later. She had so
enjoyed the sex with him lately, especially the
feelings of closeness and tenderness that followed. Now
as she feared things might be getting out of hand, she
felt almost at a loss for words. What had she done?
Finally, she caught her breath and stuttered, "Well,
I... uh... I mean... that's... well... really... you...
you think so?"
Leon looked over at John, staring directly into his
eyes. When he spoke, his voice had changed. Now it was
harsh and commanding. "John, buddy, why don’t you get
up and go to the store? I think we could use some more
beer." It was more an order than a request. John was
dumbstruck, he couldn't believe what was happening,
that this guy was real, but there was no denying the
sharp edge in the words he was hearing.
John stood up then, took a breath of air and pushed out
his chest. In a short span of time, his feelings about
Leon had gone from curiosity to unease to outright
fear. He only hoped it didn't show too much. The guy
was for real and John understood clearly that this
might be his last chance to derail this situation. And
that he had better do it fast. "I think you should
leave now Leon....please," he said, cringing when he
heard his own voice. His words had a hollow, weak
sound, a sound that betrayed his most basic fears.
Fears that were growing worse by the minute.
They all remained silent, John and Marge afraid to say
anything. Finally, Leon looked at John. "Look man, you
can stay if you want, just don’t fuck with me. I’m
warning you." He said the words calmly, but his
inflection carried a hint of menace. There should be no
doubt about who was in authority here. The two men
stared at each other for several moments before John
got out of his chair and took a step toward Leon.
Sensing a showdown, Leon sprang from his chair, took
several long strides and was quickly in John's face.
"I told you man, don't mess with me. I will fuck you up
bad if needs be. You understand? Now, just sit down and
shut the fuck up!" he snarled. John felt his stomach
tighten. He had just lost his last chance showdown with
Leon and he knew it. If he had any illusions that this
evening was going to end peacefully, they had just been
shattered.
Marge stepped between them, laughing. "Boys, calm down!
It's OK. Lets have another drink," she said in a feeble
attempt to keep the mood light. But her efforts were
too late, Leon was way past calming down. With no
warning, he grabbed Marge by her shoulders, spun her
around and pulled her to him so that her back was to
his chest. Grabbing the straps of her dress, he yanked
hard, pulling the flimsy garment halfway down. Her bare
breasts wobbled and swayed heavily as she stumbled and
fell back against him.
John could only watch helplessly as Leon snaked his
hand under Marge’s arm and grabbed her left breast in
his hand. It was so large in size that its soft flesh
easily overflowed even his large hand. She struggled
and squirmed under his groping, but stayed where she
was, staring at John. Leon squeezed her breast harder
now, pinching, pulling and turning her large nipple and
areola. All the while he leered at John, who could only
stand and watch, frozen in place.
"John told you all about my big, black cock, didn’t he
darlin'?" Leon breathed the words as he continued to
fondle her breast.
"Yes," she replied, her voice so low it was barely
audible. John felt his stomach turn over. He could hear
the genuine fear in his wife's voice, but he felt
powerless to do anything to help her. Behind her, he
saw Leon fumble with the button and zipper of his
jeans, all the while he continued to manhandle Marge's
breast.
"Well, I gotta treat for you, bitch. You're gonna see
it now, up close. Get down on your knees, slut," Leon
said, a hint of anger in his voice. In a blur of
motion, he put one hand on each of her bare shoulders
and pushed down hard, not stopping until Marge was on
her knees. John noticed that Leon had somehow managed
to get his jeans pulled down to mid thigh.
John could only stare in twisted fascination at the
black man. Leon's cock looked even bigger now that it
was semi-hard and gorged with blood. John had never
seen anything like it and he knew Marge hadn't either.
As she rotated on her knees, turning to face Leon, his
huge cock almost slapped her in the face. He chuckled
and looked down at her.
"Now suck it bitch" he said harshly. Wanting to do
something, John started to step closer but Leon shot
him a nasty glance that stopped him in his tracks. John
felt sick as he watched his wife reach out and slowly
wrap her white, pudgy hand around the base of his thick
organ. Perhaps it was the contrast in color, but John
thought it looked enormous in her small, round hand.
Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the huge
cock just inches from her face. She looked up at Leon's
smiling face for a moment, then back down at the
monster dick she hefted in her hand. "Holy shit! My
god! I... I can't believe... I've never seen anything
like this!" She sputtered, causing Leon to laugh. It
had the opposite effect on John; he cringed because he
knew it was true. Marge had no frame of reference for
this kind of situation; nothing in her limited
experience could have prepared her for it.
John looked at Marge’s enormous ass cheeks as her
stupid dress rode up around her waist and felt ashamed
when he realized he was more aroused than ever. Wet,
slurping sounds brought his attention back to Marge’s
face. As he watched in disbelief, she moaned loudly,
moving her head slowly as she licked and slobbered up
and down the length of his long shaft. Then, moving her
head lower, she carefully ran her soft, warm tongue all
over his stuffed ball sack, gently laving at the egg
sized testicles bulging inside it.
Leon reached down with both hands and grabbed Marge's
hair, pulling her head back and up a bit. He looked
directly into her face. "OK baby, it's show time... you
ready to go?" Marge just looked back at him, nodding
slightly, her fat face showing a double chin and a
small, pouty mouth. She snaked out her tongue, pink,
pointed and surprisingly long, and ran it over her
thick lips several times, coating them heavily with
saliva.
Leon let go of her hair and brought the head of his
swollen dick in line with her mouth. "Open wide,
bitch," he ordered, feeding the fat, almost purple knob
of his cock head into her waiting mouth. "That's it,"
he coaxed her gently, "open that pretty little mouth
for Leon open wide... wider... that's it, now you're
gettin' it," Leon groaned as he watched her start to
work her mouth down his shaft a little at a time,
bobbing her head forward and back as she went.
Eventually she managed to swallow four or five inches
of his impossibly thick cock, stretching her poor mouth
almost as wide as it would go as she forced it down.
He reached out and took her head in both of his large
hands again, holding it steady as he slowly began to
move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.
Totally unused to so large an object in her mouth and
throat, she nonetheless did her best to please him,
making noisy, slobbering, sounds as she bobbed her head
up and down on his meat. It was all music to Leon's
ears and he began to speed up his movements a bit. He
groaned again, he did so love subjugating white bitches
this way.
"Your slut wife looks damn fine with my cock in her
mouth," Leon panted, his eyes half closed in ecstasy.
"John, come over here so you can see this shit close
up, man." Once John stepped close enough, Leon quickly
reached out his large left hand, clamping it on John's
shoulder and pushed down hard, sending him to his knees
next to his wife on the carpet.
"Gettin' a good look there, buddy?" he asked. "After
all, you were the one who really wanted to see this,
weren't you?" Leon's whole demeanor seemed to be
getting nastier. John looked up at the black man and
nodded his head, his face suddenly flushing red with
shame and embarrassment. There was no denying his
arousal and he knew it; his cock was still thickly
swollen in his jeans. He was loath to admit to it, but
he knew Leon was right. What the hell was the matter
with him? How could his bizarre desires have been so
obvious, so quickly, to this man? A man who was a
complete stranger to him less than a month ago.
Leon's voice interrupted his thoughts. "John, why don't
you say how much you wanted this?" he asked. "After
all, this is your fantasy comin' true. I think it's
only fair," he added. John started to speak, but his
mouth was dry and no words came. All he could do was
look up at Leon, bewildered. "Don't look at me, my man,
you need to explain all this twisted shit to your wife,
here. You better think of somethin'."
He looked at Marge and was so disgusted with himself
that, once again, he couldn't speak. Never in his life
had he felt so humiliated and ashamed. He tried to
organize his thoughts into something coherent, but all
he could do was kneel there with his mouth hanging
open. How could he begin to explain this to her? He
didn't even understand it himself.
"What are you'all doin' down there, catching flies? Are
you fuckin' mute, or what," Leon said impatiently. "Be
a man...at least talk to your lady. I mean, she does
deserve to know why she's here on her knees, sucking a
stranger's big black dick. Listen, white boy, until you
feel like talking, I'm just gonna fuck your wife's face
a little deeper, maybe that'll help you get it all
figured out." With that, he reached out his large left
hand and slowly began exerting pressure, pulling
Marge's head closer to his groin.
She began to react immediately to the increased
fullness in her mouth, making awful, gagging, retching
noises in her throat as the swollen head of Leon's
penis worked its way further into her. He pulled out a
bit, then pushed forward, impaling her again. By this
time she had been forced to take so much of Leon's
thick shaft that she was almost gagging. So tightly
were her lips sealed that they formed a perfect little
"O" around his thick cock shaft.
The skin around the corners of her mouth was pulled to
taut that she feared it might crack and begin to bleed.
Her nostrils flared wide, trying desperately to bring
in whatever air they could. Tears streamed from her
eyes now, trickling down her fat cheeks in crooked
rivulets.
Seeing this happen to his wife, John was near panic.
"I-I-I'm just so, so sorry about this Marge," he
stammered, trying to begin an explanation. Still, he
couldn't make any speech come. He felt like an idiot.
"If I..." he tried to start again.
"Sorry, my ass!" Leon interrupted sharply. "Well,
you're sorry all right, but you sure as hell ain't
sympathetic, just plain damn sorry." With that he
pushed a bit more of his cock into Marge's already
overstuffed mouth. Animal-like noises issue from deep
inside her and she came close to retching again. Beads
of sweat formed on her brow and ran into her eyes, the
salt burning them. Sensing real danger now, she
frantically pressed her pudgy little hands against
Leon's muscular thighs and pushed, trying to back away.
Feeling that John might need a little extra incentive,
Leon reached down with his right hand and took the
nipple of Marge's breast between his thumb and
forefinger. He raised his hand slowly, lifting her
ponderous breast away from her chest. He continued to
increase the force, gradually pulling up and out until
her entire melon sized breast was dangling by its own
weight in mid air, held in place only by the painfully
tight grip of Leon's fingers on its sensitive nipple.
Marge became frantic with the pain; her face turned red
as more tears flowed from her eyes. She balled her
hands into small fists and began swinging them in
circles, desperate to fend off the terrible pain and
the feeling that was going to suffocate.
Finally, seeing his poor wife abused this way became
too much for John. "Leon... h-he's right honey, I did
want this. I've been have fantasies about this for a
long time now," John began. Once he got started,
everything began to spill out of him. "I've been having
fantasies, awful fantasies, perverted fantasies, for a
long time now. I-I wanted to watch you with another
guy. Especially a black guy who was really hung."
"I wanted to see you like this, on your knees with your
mouth stuffed full of cock....and fucking and sucking
the guy, watching him do things to you... to see you
debased and degraded. And maybe to feel myself
humiliated, I don't know. I was so ashamed I just
couldn't tell you about it, at least the bad stuff, I
knew it would hurt you too much and I-I didn't want
that. And what would you think of me? Your husband
John, the pervert."
He paused for a moment to collect himself. "But I just
couldn't get these thoughts and feelings out of my
mind, they were there every time I thought about you
and they seemed to be getting stronger, more real. I
couldn't seem to help myself, I was getting off on
them," he went on. "I hoped that all of this could
remain a fantasy, a dirty little secret in my mind that
it would never go beyond that. That I could somehow
keep you from knowing how... how sick I was." His
emotions were so strong that tears ran down his face.
"Then, when Leon came to work for me and we saw that
woman and he mentioned to me how much he like big
women, everything suddenly changed. It was like he was
able to read my thoughts, like he knew what I was
feeling. Suddenly the possibilities of this became real
to me... all too real. I began to fear something like
this might happen. And fear that they might not happen.
I felt torn and conflicted, I wanted it and I was
afraid of it. That's when things started to get out of
hand, I guess. I just lost control. I didn't mean for
any of this happen, Marge. I didn't want to hurt you."
John exhaled deeply and dropped his head, unable to
look at his wife.
"Well, thank you my man," Leon said, sounding pleased.
"Confession be good for the soul it seems. Now that we
all know and understand why we're here, we can get this
show on the road." With that, he let go of her breast.
It fell back hard against her chest with the slapping
sound of flesh hitting flesh. Marge let out a strangled
cry from deep in her throat as feeling rushed back into
her abused nipple. Then, he released his hand from
behind her head, letting Marge move backward far enough
to unseat the huge cock that had almost choked her.
Marge inhaled large gulps of air, trying to get her
breath back. She looked at John, the corners of her
mouth turning up in a small grin. When John at last
dared to look back at her he noticed a strange twinkle
in her eyes; the grin playing on her lips broke into a
smile, showing her perfect white teeth.
She spent several minutes pleasuring Leon orally, her
agile tongue darting this way and that, her mouth
engulfing the end of his shaft and noisily slobbering
on it as she moved the head around inside her mouth.
She was careful to hold his cock by the base so he
couldn't force what looked like the entire 11 inches
into her throat again - or even try. Anxious to get on
with things, Leon pulled out and stepped back, his cock
still fully erect, standing proud and huge, pointed
straight at her face.
"Take that slut dress off bitch and spread your legs"
Leon said as he stepped back and removed his jeans
completely. John, who was still kneeling in the middle
of the room, seemed to come to his senses when he heard
Leon ordering his wife around.
"Marge, please," he said in a small, weak voice. "Y-you
don't need to do this." But his words went unheeded;
she was already peeling the tight dress up over her
head.
Leon whistled softly when he saw the rest of her. "Oh
yeah, Oooooh, fuck yeah, baaaby." He reached down with
his big hands and gently fondled and stroked her big
breasts. Her nipples and the large, pebbly halos around
them were swollen rock hard by his now gentle touch.
She smiled shyly at him, pleased that she had been able
to arouse him so. She continued to kneel subserviently
before the black man, her soft, rounded belly curving
downward, obscuring her hairy pussy mound and half
hiding the black suspender belt she wore under the
heavy rolls of fat.
Leon removed his hands from her, quickly finished
undressing and stepped back towards the couch. "Get
your fat ass onto the sofa, bitch, and let me see that
pussy," he told her. With a soft grunt, she slowly got
to her feet and waddled over to the sofa, her heavy
rolls of fat and big breasts jiggling and swaying as
she went. She sat down and turned sideways, lying on
her back with her head on one arm of the couch. She
spread her flabby white thighs open as far as she
could, exposing her hair covered cunt under its fatty
mound.
Leon turned to John, pointing his long index finger at
the man. "Get over here, now, and lick her pussy, lick
it good! Get it all lubed up so I don’t hurt her when I
ram this big piece of meat into her," he said, running
his hand up and down the length of his erect cock.
John looked shocked and confused, but he stood up and
walked over to his wife. Looking down at her plush,
white body - so big it was overflowing the edge of the
couch - he felt his heart racing and his hard-on
pounding under his jeans. Once John was seated on the
edge of the sofa, Marge flashed him a wicked grin, then
raised her legs up and used her hands to pull her meaty
lips apart.
She was dripping wet and he could see her thick, pink
lips were puffy and engorged, peeled apart in arousal
as he lowered his head between her big thighs. He
inhaled her musky fragrance and began to run his tongue
slowly up and down her slit, taking extra time to flick
his tongue quickly back and forth over the nub of her
hypersensitive clitoris.
She moaned out loud the moment his tongue touched her
pussy and never let up as John's tongue continued to
work its magic in the sloppy pink folds of her sex.
After several minutes, her moans and groans were
replaced by now familiar gagging, choking sounds. John
glanced up to see that Leon had lowered himself into a
squat and was again forcing his cock deep into Marge’s
mouth. Because of the position of her head on the arm
of the couch, John could actually see her throat moving
as she once again tried to take in as much of his cock
as she could.
"Eat that pussy boy, lick her cunt and ass, eat her
good," he heard Leon say as Marge let out a strangled
moan. He picked up his pace, licking his wife's sloppy
wet pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina,
then moving his head gradually lower until he was
licking the soft, sweaty skin between her huge
asscheeks. Finally, he went lower still, running his
tongue over and around the pungent brown pucker of her
anus, something he had always wanted to do but never
dared try before.
He was aware of a wet, plopping sound as Leon withdrew
his cock from her mouth. Then Marge totally surprised
him. She exhaled loudly, then reached her arms over her
blubbery belly and between her big legs. Her reach was
just long enough that she was able to wrap her small
fingers around John's hair. Holding his head tightly,
she pulled him forward into her pussy, then began to
slide his face up and down the length of her wet, slimy
crack.
She groaned loudly, spreading her legs even wider as
she pushing her hips up a bit as she continued to grind
her husband's face against her overheated slit. She
started to pant more heavily as her arousal grew more
intense. John's face was covered from forehead to chin
with a shiny coating of her juice as she pulled him
still harder into her overheated crotch, using his face
to masturbate herself.
He sensed that she was getting close to orgasm when he
felt Leon's hand on his shoulder, urging him back. When
he sat up and turned around he wanted to jump off the
couch and run. To his horror, his face was only inches
from Leon’s hard, swaying cock! For the second time,
John felt a hand grabbing him by the hair, only this
time it was Leon, pulling his face in so close to the
other man's groin that John could smell the musky,
sweaty odor and feel the warmth of a long cock pressing
against his cheek. He jerked John's head back so he was
looking up.
Leon bent forward un till his face was only inches from
John's. "Now you can suck my cock and get it good and
wet for your wife, pussy boy," he snarled. He was so
close now that John could smell cigarettes and alcohol
on his breath. "I know you want to suck it, well,
here's your chance. And don't even think about tellin'
me otherwise or I'll bust your sorry ass and still fuck
your slut wife. You're goin' down, faggot white boy...
NOW!"
Near panic, poor John ignored Leon's words and tried to
pull away but Leon held his hair tightly. A moment
later he felt the big knob of the man's steel hard cock
head bumping against his tightly closed lips.
Without a word, Leon reached down and calmly pinched
John's nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger.
Desperate to avoid what he knew was coming, John held
his breath for so long he began to feel dizzy, but
eventually he opened his mouth wide, gasping for air.
As soon as his mouth opened far enough, he felt the
warmth and spongy softness of Leon's big cock head
filling up his mouth.
For the first time in his life, John had another man's
penis in his mouth. And not just any penis either, but
a huge black one. Leon pushed it part way into John's
mouth holding his head tightly with both hands now,
hurting him. John struggled for a few seconds against
this ultimate degradation, shaking his head and making
the same awful sounds his wife had, but, after
realizing there was no escape, he capitulated and
slowly began sucking the big cock that filled his mouth
to overflowing.
"Mmmmmm, oh yeah bitch, that's the way to do it," Leon
groaned. Keeping his tight grip on John's hair, he
began to move his hips slowly, moving his big shaft in
and out, fucking John's mouth. "Fuck yeah! Not bad for
a candy ass, pussy white boy," he grunted. "Yeah,
that's it, looks like I got me two bitches now. Damn,
man, you suck cock almost as good as you old lady," he
laughed derisively. "You sure you ain't never done this
before?"
By that time, John had his eyes closed, trying his best
to block out everything and everyone, trying to pretend
that none of this was happening, that he wasn't on his
knees before a black man, sucking his oversized dick.
Yet, as he continued using his mouth to pleasure the
man, John began to feel an odd change within him; maybe
sucking another man's cock wasn't as bad as he would
have thought.
Or at least the physical side of it. The mental side,
the feelings of humiliation and shame that came with
the act were weighing heavily on him and he knew that,
when this was finally over, they would be much more
difficult to deal with. He tried to clear his head,
tried his best to put that part of it completely out of
his mind as he stretched his mouth open even further,
bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft, stopping
frequently to pull back and run his tongue all around
the large, sensitive head. Remembering what had
happened to Marge, he quickly brought his hand up and
wrapped it around the base of Leon's cock to prevent
being chocked in case Leon got carried away.
Though it seemed like forever to him, John endured his
cocksucking debut for only a few minutes before Leon
pulled free. He grabbed John by the hair again, jerking
his head back so he was looking straight up. Leon
brought his face close to John's once again. "OK,
motherfucker, now tell me to fuck your slutty, white
trash bitch of a wife."
On the couch, Marge was in wild eyed rapture from
watching her sweet husband actually sucking on a cock.
"Ooooh, fuck me now Leon, fuck me like a whore," she
blurted out suddenly. She had already reached an arm
over her fat belly and her right hand was busy between
her legs. Both men turned to look at her but she was
oblivious, her eyes closed and her fingers making
squishy, liquid sounds as she worked them back and
forth through the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Her
whole body tingled; she was so over stimulated that she
felt almost ready to explode.
Leon turned back to look at John. "Say it asshole,
now!" he insisted.
Poor John could only look down at the floor. "F-f-fuck
my wife," he mumbled. His voice sounded meek and he
felt awful, knowing as soon as he said it that Leon
would not be satisfied. He was right.
John never saw it coming. He just felt an explosion of
pain, an incredible sting on his cheek that snapped his
head as Leon slapped him hard across the face. "I can't
hear you," he sing-songed at John. "Mean it when you
say it, dick head." It was all John could do to keep
from crying, the pain and anxiety he felt were pushing
him to the breaking point. And his wife's reaction
certainly hadn't helped any. But, once again he felt
totally helpless, knowing there was no way out except
to co-operate.
John felt like a new recruit responding to a drill
sergeant, trying to please him. He closed his eyes and
took a deep breath. "Fuck my slut wife, please fuck her
brains out," he practically shouted. "The fucking
little cunt deserves it. She wants it. She wants your
black cock. Every inch of it!" The words had no sooner
left his lips than he hung his head, feeling like a
total heel. How could he say such things about his
wife? What had she done to deserve this? Maybe worst of
all: was she enjoying what was happening to him?
Leon shoved him aside roughly and knelt on the couch
between Marge's parted thighs. He pushed them even
further apart, grabbing his cock and bringing it line
with her opening. Then, without any warning, he leaned
forward and rammed the entire length of his long shaft
into her wet pussy in one hard trust.
As John watched, her eyes flew wide open and then
rolled back in her head. She let out a loud, guttural,
animal-like groan, the likes of which John had never
heard before.
"UUNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh my gawd!!" Marge grunted as her
vagina was suddenly stretched wide, filled to capacity
and beyond. She struggled for a moment, trying to get
her breath as Leon pulled back almost all the way, then
rammed forward until he was buried deep inside her once
again. She panted and moaned as he pounded her with
more hard trusts, her back arching sharply off the
couch, sending the heavy rolls of fat on her huge body
bouncing and rippling every which way.
"Ooooh yes, Ooooh my god yes! YESSS!" she screamed, not
caring how she sounded as she clawed at the sofa with
her fingernails. "Fuck me! Give me your big cock! All
of it damn you! Ooooooh, fuck yeah! I love it, give it
to me NOW!" Leon plowed deep into her again and she
came hard, much harder than John had ever seen, her
fat, flabby body shaking and straining as a violent
orgasm ripped through her.
Looking down at her, John was more depressed than
aroused. In all their years of making love, Marge had
never been able to come from simple penetration; she
would always have to rub her clit while he fucked her.
Even then, it usually took her quite a while. But now,
in less than a minute, she had had a massive orgasm by
penetration alone.
And to his dismay, she was still screaming and trashing
her head about, the sloppy wet sounds coming from her
pussy telling John that she was still more aroused than
ever. Her massive breasts were wobbling and jouncing
about almost painfully, but she was too busy holding
onto the sofa and bucking her wide hips to even notice.
As he continued to pound his cock into her, Leon
reached down and began mauling both her soft white
belly and her oversized breasts.
"Damn, I love bitches with big, fuckin' titties and
big, sloppy fat bellies... Oooh, yeah, baby," he
grunted, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her
belly and breast at once. "I just love fuckin' love
big, fat, white bitches." He grabbed a nipple with the
fingers of each hand and pulled her huge breasts away
from her chest, twirling them in small circles. Marge
was so aroused that she only groaned more loudly,
feeling far more pleasure than pain this time.
John knelt quietly near the couch, still in shock from
having just sucked a man's cock, and watched as his
wife behaved like a wild, rutting animal, a woman he
didn't even recognize. What had become of his sweet,
loving wife, he wondered sadly.
Leon noticed him kneeling there and grinned at him.
Reaching out, he grabbed John by the hair again and
pulled him forward until he was so close he could see
his wife’s sopping pink pussy. It was stretched tight,
Leon’s enormous black cock was buried to the hilt in
it. When Leon slowly pulled it out again, John could
only stare, amazed, at Marge's pussy. It looked like a
gapping pink cavern.
It had always been big he knew, but now, having taken
the entire length of Leon's massive dick, her vagina
was grossed distended, stretched out far beyond
anything he could've imagined. So far, in fact, that he
could actually see a large circle of darkness at its
center, where her opening disappeared into her body.
Turning his head slightly, John got another shock: his
wife had produced such a flood of lubrication that
there was a ring of thick, whitish froth all around the
thick base of Leon's cock.
Then, as if to further torture the man, Leon slowly
began to push his thick penis back in. To John's
further humiliation, Marge began to pant and groan
again, asking, pleading, then finally begging Leon to
slide his entire cock all the way up inside her. As he
did so, Marge's moans were loud and unashamed; she
appeared to be in another world, her eyes closed and
her hips grinding and bumping against Leon's pelvis.
She had come once already, but Leon looked like he was
just hitting his stride; the constant thrusting of his
slim hips soon had Marge on the edge of another orgasm.
"Your old lady's tight little pussy was just made for
fucking black cock, no question about it, and the
bigger the better. I think this bitch has discovered
her inner slut. Ain't that right, John?" Leon laughed
cruelly, giving her several sharp in and out jabs with
his cock to highlight his point. "Looks that way to
me."
Marge arched her back sharply again. "Yes, oh god yes!
Don’t stop fucking me, please don't... oh, god, please
don't... ever stop fucking me!" she panted, her voice
coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath
before Leon began pumping her still harder.
John felt crushed and ashamed. His wife was acting like
a total slut, yet, despite everything that had
happened, his cock was still so stiff it was tenting
his jeans badly. Noticing this, Leon couldn't resist
rubbing John's face in it one more time. He began to
pump Marge's pussy even faster, taking long, deep
strokes. John could only watch in revulsion as his wife
began making almost inhuman sounds, shrieking and
screaming in ecstasy. It took only a few moments of
pounding before her body shook and convulsed a second
time, this orgasm seemingly stronger than the first.
"Cum inside me Leon... Now! Please NOW! Fill me! Cum
deep in me! I wanna feel you cum," Marge pleaded, her
voice almost childlike. Thoroughly pissed off, Leon
responded by humping her again, more violently this
time, giving her the full length of his swollen cock
with flesh slapping force.
"Listen, you stupid slut, I call the shots here." Leon
was panting heavily now, his muscular upper body bathed
in a sheen of sweat as he rammed his cock hard into her
pussy. "I’ll come where and when I want, you
understand? Just shut your damn whore mouth, spread
your legs and take my black cock, show me what a good
little bitch slut you can be." She didn't reply. She
couldn't have replied had she wanted to; her shaking
body was being wracked by a third straight orgasm. Leon
seemed hardly to notice.
"Take your clothes off John, time to get naked," Leon
ordered as he leaned over Marge's still shuddering
body. He didn't even bothering looking at the other
man. Thoroughly cowed by now, John didn’t even think of
protesting as he quickly started to remove his
clothing.
John moved towards the edge of the couch now, standing
naked next to his wife and her black lover. As Marge
slowly came down from the haze of her third climax,
Leon pulled out of her and leaned back. He was
momentarily out of breath, his chest still heaving from
the exertion. His huge cock was still rigid, however,
coated with a heavy layer of Marge's pungent pussy
slime.
He looked at them briefly before turning his head away;
he couldn't stomach the sight and he knew whatever was
coming would not be good. Despite everything he had
been through, his small cock was still fully erect,
pointing straight ahead, beyond his control.
Leon moped the sweat from his brow and began to laugh.
"Man, you can't be serious," he said, looking at John's
groin. "How did you ever fuck her with that worthless
little pencil dick? Sheeeeeit, this bitch could take
two like that easy....probably have room to
spare....although I don't know, her pussy was pretty
tight. But hell," he smirked, "she wouldn't have any
problem takin' yours."
"Now then, I want John to lay on his back on the
floor." Leon said, pointing at the floor. He nodded at
Marge. "And you, my oversexed, can't get enough black
cock slut, I want you to get on top of your hubby, sit
right on his face and let him clean out your pussy." He
stood back smirking as they both scrambled to comply
with his orders. Once John was on the floor, Marge got
into a 69 position over him, covering his head
completely as she lowered her huge buttocks and soaking
wet pussy onto his upturned face.
"You can suck on him if you want, but don’t let him
come," Leon directed. John groaned with pent up relief
as he felt the warmth of his wives mouth wrap around
his aching cock. Marge's thighs were clenched tight
around his head, almost cutting off his hearing. For a
moment he felt like was suffocating and he had to
concentrate to breath as his entire face was enveloped
in her sloppy wet pussy flesh. But once she got
comfortable he had enough space, though barely, to
begin working his tongue around inside of her.
Moments later he saw Leon towering above him, grinning,
before dropping to his knees behind Marge's fat ass.
Even as he worked his tongue in and out of his wife's
wet hole, he suddenly became aware of a strange, new
sensation: Leon's heavy ball sack was bumping against
his forehead. Marge changed her position slightly now,
moving her crotch off his face and up a bit.
She was still so wet and open that it took only two
strokes until Leon's cock was buried in her again and
she had to stop sucking John's cock so she could begin
moaning and panting again.
He watched from inches away, fascinated, as his wife's
tight pussy was plowed wide open by Leon's thick cock.
John felt a new surge of arousal; he was entranced as
he watched his wife's vagina stretched open so tightly
from that close, her fat lips being first forced
inwards, then pulled back out again. He was also amazed
at how quickly Leon cock became coated with a heavy
layer of Marge's pussy slime.
"Lick my balls. Now, asshole!" Leon ordered him. It was
a simple matter of adjusting his position, tilting his
head back a bit, until Leon’s balls were at his mouth.
As he felt the soft skin of Leon's heavy scotum
dragging across his mouth.
John licked instinctively; he was well past caring
about how or why by now, the smell of Leon’s cock and
Marge’s pussy in his nostrils had become his only
reality. Every few strokes Leon would pull out and let
his big cock flop down onto John’s waiting mouth.
Without question or protest, he would lick and slobber
around the underside of it, cleaning off as much of his
wife's pungent secretions as he could before Leon
thrust it back into her.
After another few minutes of hard fucking, Leon pulled
out of Marge’s pussy. It gapped open so far that her
slippery juices quickly seeped out in long strings,
which dribbled down into John's open mouth. Marge
hadn't been able to suck his cock very well as she was
being pounded so hard, but such was his horniness that
she still managed to bring him to the brink to orgasm.
Leon's next words filled John with dread. "Tell me
John, does your little slut wifey take dick up her
ass?" John shuddered, closed his eyes, and slowly shook
his head no. He had never really considered anal sex
before; he always assumed that Marge would be offended
and so he had never bothered to ask her. The way things
were going tonight, though, who could tell? It wouldn't
matter anyway; he had long ago lost control of anything
that might happen and he knew it, though he kept that
thought to himself.
Getting no response, Leon tried again. "Well, what
about it bitch, you want to feel this big old cock
jammed up your ass?" he asked almost casually. "If you
thought it felt tight in your pussy...." He didn't
finish his thought, didn't have to.
Marge stopped jerking John’s cock and turned her head
back over her shoulder. Fear began to grip her and she
hesitated a moment, unsure of her response. "N-nnooo
thank you,' she said, knowing immediately how
ridiculous it sounded. "I-I-I’ve never done that before
and don’t think I could do it." She began to whine
then, her voice higher. "Please Leon, don't," she
begged, "Please... please don't make me...I-I can't do
that"
Leon laughed out loud and slapped her right ass cheek
with his open hand, hard enough to leave a red
handprint against the white flesh. He readjusted his
position, taking the bloated knob of his rigid cock and
bumping it lightly against her puckered asshole. Marge
quickly wriggled forward, wanting desperately to get
away, but he slipped his long arm under her large hips
and yanked her back. He slapped her left buttock now,
this time harder.
"There's a first time for everything, bitch," he said
hoarsely. "Now stay still slut, I am gonna fuck me some
tight ass whether you want it or not." John watched
from below, not daring to move. He wondered what he
would do if Leon forced his wife to take it in her ass.
A moment later the black man helped him make up his
mind.
"You decide John, what's in gonna be? Either I fuck
your sorry ass or I fuck your wife’s!" Leon said.
"Somebody's going to get it... don't make no difference
to me. What do you want to do? It's up to you, John."
There was total silence in the room as Leon continued
to probe around Marge’s brown anal ring with the head
of his cock.
"No please! Please don't! Y-you'll hurt me," Marge
pleaded.
Unfortunately for poor Marge, there was no possible way
John was going to let Leon fuck his ass. He knew he had
to save himself from this final, wretched degradation,
even if it meant sacrificing his wife in the process.
Fuck her in the ass Leon," he blurted out "she’ll take
it alright."
In a near panic now, Marge tried once again to wiggle
away but Leon, laughing now, quickly reached out and
dragged her back to him again. "Hold still now bitch,
or this really will hurt." As John watched from below,
Leon coated his cock head with spittle and began to
push it harder against her tight ass. For a moment,
nothing happened; then her tight anal pucker began to
give way as the swollen, purple knob was gradually
forced into it. Marge screamed and bucked and
struggled, but Leon held her tight, his thick cock now
buried an inch or so up her ass.
He leaned forward then, ever so slowly inched his
monster black cock up her lily white ass. "Ooooh God!
Oooooh please! NOOO!" she cried, but Leon was
relentless now, forcing his cock up her tight back
passage until almost half of it was buried inside her.
He stop paused a few moments, letting both of them
catch their breaths. But it was a short reprieve.
Keeping an iron grip on her hefty hips, he began to
move foreword once again, grunting and straining with
the effort.
"Yeah, oh, yeah! Damn, that feels good. Oooooh, fuck,
yeah," he moaned. Marge's virgin ass felt like a hot
vice around his sensitive cock. "Fuck yeah, baby, you
feel that big cock in your hot little ass? I know you
feel every fucking inch, don't you, you filthy slut
whore." Marge could feel it, indeed. She was in such
pain that she dug her nails deeply into John's legs,
but he was so fascinated by the sight of Leon's thick
black pole disappearing into her tiny anal opening that
he took no notice.
So great was the pressure in her ass that her pussy
gapped open even more, and without thinking John pushed
his tongue inside it, strained to get as much of her
delicious pussy fluid as he could manage. Then, he
quickly moved his tongue up and began to lap at her
clit, hoping the pleasure he produced for her would
offset some of the terrible pain she was feeling.
He could feel Leon's heavy, egg-sized testicles bumping
against his forehead and face as he continued to lick
his wife's slit. Above him, Marge was panting like a
dog and whimpering crazily against the pain, but Leon
ignored her and kept thrusting, plunging deeper and
deeper until finally he hit bottom.
She let out a loud scream when Leon suddenly pulled his
cock halfway out, then slowly forced it back in again.
It slide in just a bit easier the second time and soon
Leon had impaled her again. Marge dropped her head onto
John’s legs and started pounding the floor with her
fists. Although she continued to mumble and moan, John
couldn’t make out what she was saying, he just kept
watching what was happing above him. As Leon pulled
back a third time, John noticed that Leon's cock was
glistening; it had become covered with a heavy mixture
of ass and pussy slime.
After four or five back and forth thrusts, Leon started
fucking her ass in earnest. Pulling his cock out and
sliding it in was becoming much easier now. "You like
that cunt.....you like having your ass fucked," he
panted. "Look at that black cock in your wife’s
butthole, John, she fucking loves it."
To his amazement, John could see she was now actually
pushing back to meet Leon’s trusts, throwing her head
back and panting so hard she could hardly catch her
breath. "Ooooooooh my gggodddd... Oooooooh...
uunngghhh... oh, shit, it's big, John, so damn big in
me... keep licking me honey... yeah... just like
that... oh, yes... right there... it's so good."
Leon burst out laughing and started slamming her
harder, slapping her so hard that he left more red
handprints all over her enormous white ass cheeks.
"Fucked in the ass by a big black cock! You wife is a
fucking degenerate slut, you know that John?" he
taunted. "A white trash pig of a whore, a worthless
piece of fuckmeat."
He, too, was starting to pant from the exertion. "You
better keep a damn close eye on this bitch after
tonight, John, you never know what the hell she might
try to do after this. Your big, fat cunt of a wife
might start runnin' around on your sorry ass... maybe
looking for other black guys... she might even bring
'em home and fuck 'em right here under your nose... you
can sit in the chair and jerk off as you watch it,
since you sure ain't man enough to do anything to stop
it."
Between Leon's savage thrusting and John's gentle clit
licking, Marge felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.
She ramming her massive hips back hard at Leon and
mashed her dripping wet pussy on John's face, rubbing
it back and forth in a frenzy. "Ooooh fuck my ass,
Leon, slap it hard baby......fuck it
harder.....please," she said hoarsely, twisting her
head from side to side. She lifted the top of her body
up from the floor so John could feel her huge tits
swaying and banging against his legs and cock.
"Oooohhh, ooohh, ooohh my god, oh my god yes! Your cock
feels so big! So good inside my little ass. My tight
little ass." As the leading edge of another intense
orgasm began to wash over her, she suddenly began to
babble, losing her last shred of control and dignity.
"Can you see it John? Can you see it in me, see it
going in and out, baby? I'm a good fuck, aren't I John?
Aren't I Johnny? Your wife, your baby, is a good little
fuck. An oversexed whoring slut, a bad little girl,
just like Leon says." She continued to rant almost
incoherently as the full force of her orgasm
overwhelmed her.
Indeed, John could see it all, and taste and smell and
hear it too, as Leon’s cock was only inches from his
mouth, a blur of motion as it was pile driven deeply
into his wife’s willing ass. When Marge finally
finished her long, drawn-out climax, Leon pulled his
big cock out and John could see his wife's abused anus,
gaping open so wide he could see the pink insides, much
the same way he had seen her pussy earlier.
Looking up from his position on the floor, John
grimaced because he feared what might be coming next.
Worst yet, he knew there that there would be no
escaping it. Unfortunately for John, he didn't have to
wait long to find out.
Once again, Leon reached down and pinched John's
nostrils shut. Realizing that protest was completely
futile, he opened his mouth even before he needed to,
far enough so that Leon could quickly force in about
four or five inches of his filthy, foul tasting meat.
John used every bit of his will power and self control
to keep from vomiting as he worked his tongue around
the swollen cock head, the part that had been driven
deepest into his wife's bowels.
Leon leaned forward, resting his sweaty chest against
Marge's back for a moment while John kept sucking the
black man's vile tasting dick. "Hey baby, your candy-
ass, fag husband is sucking your shit off my cock, you
wanna see?" He said it softly, but still loud enough
for John to hear.
To John's utter horror and humiliation, Marge happily
said yes. She began to giggle as she climbed off her
husband and turned around to look at him. She moved
even closer then, watching in rapt attention as Leon
force several more inches of his thick cock down John's
already filled throat; so much more in fact that he
began to choke and gag.
"Candy-ass white faggot wimp, "Leon snarled. He looked
at Marge as John gagged again. "You better give this
asshole some lessons in cocksucking, bitch, he's about
worthless the way he is now. Fuck it, I’m gonna come in
his fucking mouth, that's about all it's good for." His
cock made a wet, popping sound as he pulled it from
John's mouth. He grabbed John by the hair, yanking and
pulling until he was kneeling on the floor directly in
front of him.
Seeing what was going to happen and not wanting to be
left out, Marge straightened up and walked on her knees
until she was next to her husband. She pressed her
cheek closely against his, then slipped an arm around
his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible.
Leon liked the idea and he switched back and forth,
holding his turgid cock by its base and stuffing the
bulbous cock head first into John's mouth, then into
Marge's. As the saliva mixed with the other secretions
on his cock it formed a slippery, rank smelling goo
that Leon took delight in rubbing all over both of
their faces.
"OK kiddies, keep those mouths open wide," he finally
rasped. Then he took a step back and stroked his huge
cock harder. Spreading his legs a bit, he brought the
bloated head of his cock close to John's face. The
powerful muscles in his thighs and abdomen began to
tense up and he stroked his cock more slowly, almost
stopping, until finally he could stand it no more and
began to come, his cock erupting like a fire hose. The
torrents were so thick and came out with such
incredible force that for a moment it looked like he
was pissing semen instead of ejaculating it.
The first blast caught John square in the face, half of
it going into his mouth, the other half splattering
over his nose, eyes and forehead. He quickly grabbed
Marge by the hair, bending her head forward as he let
go with another heavy shot, getting some in her mouth
as well before landing the rest all over her pudgy
face. He continued this way, alternating from one face
to the other until his massive balls were at last
drained.
Marge and John had both borne the brunt of Leon's long
delayed ejaculation. By the time he finished, each of
their faces was covered with a coating of warm, creamy
semen. Leon looked down at them with a satisfied smile.
His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed
everywhere: into their mouths, up their noses, onto
their hair and into their eyes, causing then to burn
badly from the salt.
"Alright, John, you may kiss the bride," he joked,
unable to keep from laughing as he surveyed his
handiwork. "And I don't mean a fuckin' peck on the
cheek, either." John felt so degraded and disgusted
that he made no move, just knelt there as several
sticky strings of semen dripped from his chin and
landed on his thighs.
Sensing Leon's impatience and what it might lead to,
Marge turned to her husband, took his face in her hands
and laid a sloppy French kiss on his goo coated lips.
She sighed as she continued her kiss, making loud,
slobbering sounds as she ran her long, pointed tongue
around his lips and into his mouth. Though he was near
to gagging from the taste and smell of Leon's
ejaculate, John managed to kiss her back, passing a
stringy glob of the sticky liquid into her waiting
mouth.
To be continued...
As it turns out, this story changed all three of their
lives. In Part 2: Leon brings some close friends along
to share his new fuck toys.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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