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Blackmailed Husband
by Blueberry (rb0548@aol.com)
***
The perils of gambling and not having the money to
cover your debts. But, maybe your wife will cover
something else? (MF, wife, reluc, intr, preg)
***
My name is Richard and I work for a large brokerage
firm in Atlanta, Georgia. I am the chief financial
officer and make very good money. No matter what they
paid me, I would still be in debt. I have a bad habit.
I gamble. I not only gamble. I lose.
I should have been putting money away for retirement,
but we are in debt up to our eyes. I have been working
here for the last 10 years and am a very trusted
employee. Thank God, I had enough sense to put the
house and car in my wife's name. A little about me. I
am 46, 5' 10" and about 180. I consider myself in
pretty good shape.
I place my bets with a black employee, named Ron, who
works in the accounting department. He makes me look
small in size. He is 6' 3", about my age, and would
weigh in at 240. He looks like all muscle. I have been
dreading the day he asks me to pay up. He has been
letting my bets slide, and now I'm into him for about
$50,000. I don't even like to think about what he will
do, when he gets tired of covering my losses. His
bosses want their money now, not tomorrow. I cannot
figure out why he pays my losses.
The only time, he was ever in my office, was last week.
I placed a bet, and last night, my team lost. The debt
is now up to 60,000. There was a strange thing
happened, when he saw the picture of my wife. I always
have her picture on the desk. I know he was going to
give me a time limit on what I owe, but when he saw her
photo, he seemed to change his mind. He never said
anything about her. He just got a funny look in his
eyes.
My wife Linda is the area coordinator for the anti-
abortion league. She mostly arranges demonstrations at
abortion clinics, and doctor's homes. Actually, her
group is a pain in the ass. She is 100% against
abortion, in any shape, form, or fashion. She is 35, 5'
2" and petite. She was a beauty pageant winner while in
college. She still has her good looks and is sexy as
hell.
She is temporarily out of a job. They closed the last
abortion clinic in this area, and she is awaiting them
to assign her another place. Even though, she would
work away from home, the job allows her to take time
off. We have been separated before, and never had a
problem. I trust her completely. Believe it, or not,
she was a virgin when we got married. I am the only man
she has ever been with, though many have tried.
It was after 4pm, on a Friday afternoon. My secretary
had left for the day. All of a sudden the door burst
open, and there stood Ron. Oh My God, I thought, here
it comes! Now what do I do? I don't have his money, and
no way of getting it.
He never said a word, until he had walked over, grabbed
me around the neck and jerked me over my desk. My face
was about six inches from his nose.
"You got my money, you piece of shit? I'm not waiting
one more minute. Either, start counting out my money,
or I'm going to break your arms and legs, Then I'll
disappear for six months and come back and break them
again. You hear me you worthless bastard?"
He shoved me back into my chair so hard, the chair
slammed up against the wall. For a moment, I was
groggy. I thought, he's going to kill me, and there's
not a thing I can do about it. God, what do I do? How
do I get out of this?
"There is a way out, if you do exactly what I say"
Exactly, what I say!" "Do you understand?"
All I could do was shake my head, yes.
"You are going to write me a check for $60,000.00. You
are going to write it on a company check, and it is
going to be drawn from your business account."
"I can't do that. That's stealing. They will fire me,
maybe prosecute!"
"The books won't be audited again for another month.
I'll hold the check, and return it to you, if you do
exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
"NO, I won't do it"
He grabbed an arm and started to twist. "I'll break
this one right now, just so you will know I am
serious!"
"I'll do it. I'll do it", I screamed. "But why are you
holding it for a month? What is it you want me to do?"
"Sit back down and relax. Let me tell you a story.
About a year ago, I was married to a beautiful woman.
By accident, she got pregnant. Our doctor had told her
she could not have a baby. Having a baby would probably
kill her. We went to an abortion clinic to terminate
the birth. Our appointment for the abortion was right
on the borderline of whether she had waited too long,
or not.
Another couple of days, and they would not abort the
fetus. Guess who was picketing the clinic. Guess who
prevented us from getting her abortion. The clinic
stayed closed for a week. Four months ago, my wife and
baby died. Your darling, precious wife killed her, as
sure as if she had put a gun to her head, and pulled
the trigger. I want satisfaction! I want revenge! And
I'm going to have it, if I have to kill you and her,
both."
"How do you want revenge, Are you going to kill her?
What are you going to do? How does this check come into
everything? Are you going to hurt us?"
"Shut your stupid mouth for a minute, and I will tell
you! I am going to live with you for a month. I am
going to seduce your wife, and get her pregnant. She is
going to deliver my son. I am going to do this, with or
without your assistance."
"NO! No! She would never go along with that! I am the
only man she has ever been with. She would never let
another man into her bed. Besides, she doesn't like
blacks, She says you are all animals. Getting your
women pregnant every year, and then wanting abortions."
"You let me worry about getting into her bed. You just
tell her that I am a big client from New York, and your
boss wants me to stay at your home, instead of a motel.
You know, like a family thing. Make me comfortable and
happy. At the end of a month, I tear up the check and
you owe me nothing. You still have your job and
reputation, and your arms and legs are still in working
order. You don't do this, and you will wish you were a
dead man a thousand times over. You Got That?"
"What if she doesn't let you seduce her? What if she
will have nothing to do with you? Are you going to rape
her, anyway?"
"No rape, no forcing, no pain. I only want the
opportunity to seduce her, and she will give me
permission to fuck her. She will beg me to fuck her,
not once, but many times. You have no choice in the
matter. You can help or hinder. It's up to you."
"Okay, I'll tell her you are our guest for the next
month. You are so confident you can fuck her, and I'm
just as confident that you can't. This will be an easy
way to get out of debt with you."
"Tell her tonight. Tell her that I will be over in the
morning. You have to work tomorrow, but I don't. This
will give me a chance to talk to her, and see what kind
of challenge, she is going to be. No screw ups! You
fuck this up, and you'll never fuck up anything else!"
"Alright, I'll go along with everything. Something you
missed, if by some wild chance, however unlikely, you
fuck her, and she gets pregnant, what happens to the
child? I'm not raising a black bastard."
"I don't want no whitey raising my son. I'll take him,
and neither you or her will ever see either of us
again."
"I'll tell her tonight, and tell her you will be by
about 10 in the morning. Is that okay?"
"That's good. See you tomorrow night, when you get home
from work. I'll be on your sofa watching your TV. Oh, I
almost forgot a little condition; you might want to
know about. When she is primed to be fucked, I want you
to watch how a real man handles a woman." You won't
have to be in the room, but I want you someplace, where
you can see and hear her beg for my cock. We wouldn't
want to have any misunderstandings, would we?"
"You win. I can't argue anymore. You know you have me
exactly where you want me. You know there is nothing I
can do."
"WHAT! WHAT! You want a black man to live in this house
for the next month? Are you crazy? Have you lost what
little brains you had? NO Way, Jose! You can forget it.
Get him a motel. Let someone else take care of him. I'm
not having an animal living in my house! Why? Why did
you agree to this?
"If you will settle down, I will tell you. He is a very
important client, and will mean millions for the firm.
By doing this, I will get a hefty bonus. You know we
can use the money. Since you have been out of work, we
are just barely making ends meet. We need the money! It
is only for one month. He will be gone most of each
day, and I will be home in the evening. You will seldom
be alone with him."
"When is he going to be here?"
"Tomorrow morning, about 10."
"TOMORROW? YOU ALREADY AGREED, WITHOUT ASKING ME? Okay,
let me calm down. If he's coming tomorrow, you meet
him, and I will go shopping for the day."
"I won't be here. I have to work all day tomorrow."
"OH NO YOU DON'T! You just told me, I wouldn't be
spending time alone with him and on the very first day,
I will be alone with him all day? I hate you! You know
that? I hate you. Why did you put me in this position?"
"I'm sorry darling. I love you, and would not do this,
if we weren't in such bad need of money."
"Oh shut up! You don't know what love is."
Promptly at 10 am, the doorbell rang. Linda answered
the door and there stood a tall, muscular black man. He
wasn't bad looking, considering he was black. He was
dressed in a tee shirt and knee length shorts, and
carrying a suitcase. He held out his big hand, and
said, hello, I'm Ron. Linda felt foolish, not wanting
to shake his hand. His big hand engulfed her small
dainty fingers. It was then that she looked down and
saw the outline of what looked like a roll of sausage,
between his legs.
Her mouth dropped open in amazement. That couldn't be
his dick! But, what was it? Why would he put something
in his shorts? Could it possibly be real? Maybe, they
really are animals! Horses! She looked back up at his
face, but he seemed to be looking over her shoulder at
the house. Thank God, he hadn't seen her looking at
that monster!
She got him settled into the guest room, and the next
couple of hours were spent in small talk. He was
actually very easy to talk to, if you ignored his
color. He was still wearing those shorts, and whenever
he wasn't looking, she kept glancing at the bulge in
them. He couldn't have been wearing underwear. She had
never had any desire to see another man besides her
husband, but now, she was curious to see if he was
real.
She wanted to know if any man could be that big, and
she would never believe it, unless she actually saw it
with her own eyes. After a couple of glasses of wine,
she was beginning to enjoy their discussion. When he
said, he wanted to take a shower, she showed him the
bath, and told him where to find whatever he needed. In
about 10 minutes, he was yelling, Linda, I can't find
the towels.
"Oh, Oh, the towels are still in the dryer from
yesterday. Richard and I used the last two clean ones
this morning. "I'll bring them right up." I yelled. I
was carrying the towels upstairs, and as I got to the
top of the stairs, I was looking directly into the
bathroom.
The door was open! Where was he? As I stepped inside
the bathroom door, he stepped out of the shower. Stark
naked! I couldn't keep my eyes from looking between his
legs. It was real!! I have never even imagined anything
that big. How in God's name could a woman take that
inside her? Maybe, black women were larger than white
women. I looked up and he was smiling at me.
"I've seen you looking at this all day. Would you like
to touch him for a moment? You could watch him grow to
his full size."
My hand made a move toward him, but I jerked it back.
"No, I don't want to touch you, and you should cover
yourself." I closed the door behind me and ran down the
stairs. I could hear him laughing. I was so
embarrassed! He knew I wanted to touch and feel him.
He knew I was fascinated with the size of his monster
dick. I have always felt that blacks were below my
station. I have seldom even spoken to one. What has
happened to me in one day? For one thing, I had never
imagined the size of their manhood. I hadn't thought
about it at all, and now I have been trying to glimpse
one all day, then after seeing it, almost put my
fingers around it.
My husband has a respectable six inches, and has always
been able to satisfy me. Now, I keep thinking of a
twelve inch dick that is more than twice as big around
than his. Would it fit into me? What's wrong with me?
Was it the wine? I'm not like this.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Ron took a
nap and then watched TV. I puttered around outside,
trying to stay away from him. Richard came home a
little after six. He came into the kitchen and asked
how my day had been. I said okay. What was I supposed
to say? Was I supposed to tell him I had been dreaming
of a big, black dick all afternoon?
I joined the men, after doing the dishes. They were
laying back on the sofa, with their legs on the coffee
table. Richard was still wearing slacks, but Ron had on
a pair of boxers. When Ron crossed his legs, the head
of his dick was visible from the bottom of his shorts.
I was sitting across from them, and couldn't help, but
look. Richard caught me once, and looked to see what I
was looking at. He knew I kept glancing at Ron's
crotch. Richard just looked at me, but never said a
word. I don't think he cared! What is going on here?
Monday morning, Richard went off early to work. Ron
said he had a meeting at noon, and was just going to
lay around and relax until then. He was wearing silk
pajama bottoms, and no top. Naturally, he never wore
underwear. I don't believe he had any! Whenever he
walked, his massive dick could be seen swinging back
and forth. He set down on the sofa next to me, and
casually took my hand into his. He brought my hand over
his crotch and lowered it onto his dick.
I was paralyzed! I didn't know what to do. I could feel
him through his pajamas. It was moving! Getting bigger!
Oh My God! It was sticking straight up out of his open
pj's. It must have been 12 or 14 inches long. It looked
like a big charcoaled log! He removed his hand, but I
couldn't remove mine. I was moving my fingers around,
and over it. My fingers wouldn't even go half-way
around it.
"Move your fingers up and down the shaft," he
whispered.
It's like my fingers had a mind of their own. They were
separated from the rest of my body. I stroked up and
down as best as I could. It was too big for him to get
much feeling from only my small hand.
"Use your other hand, too," he said.
I reached over with my other hand and stroking him was
much easier. I was mesmerized by the feel and size of
him.
He reached over and put his hand on the back of my
head. He was pushing my head toward his black dick! My
lips were touching the head!
"Open your mouth and kiss it," he urged.
I couldn't! I couldn't take that thing into my mouth! I
didn't even like doing that for Richard. He had my
mouth pressed against the head, and struggling was
useless. He was too strong! I opened my mouth, just to
lick it for a minute. It was smooth and not bad at all.
I slowly tried to get the head into my mouth. My mouth
was stretched wide, as the head went inside. I just
held it there, and licked the head. My hands were still
stroking the shaft. He must have been really excited,
for I felt his dick stiffen, and get bigger, if that is
possible.
All of a sudden, his hand was on the back of my head
and pushing me forward. Then, his dick started to spurt
gobs of cum into my mouth and down my throat. He was
drowning me! I was drowning in cum and couldn't get
away! I had to swallow, and swallow, still, I couldn't
swallow fast enough! It ran out of my mouth and down
onto my hands.
I thought he would never stop! It never tasted bad, as
I imagined it would. Actually, I kind of enjoyed making
a dick that size cum. It was a feeling of power! I
licked all the cum from my lips, and brought my fingers
into my mouth. I cleaned them too. I was in a daze.
Sort of detached from reality.
"Was that the first time you ever swallowed a black
man's cum?" he asked.
"What? What did you say?"
"I said, was that the first time you ever swallowed a
black man's cum?"
"Oh God, Oh My God!!" I jumped up and ran for the
bathroom. I grabbed the mouthwash and washed out my
mouth. I could still taste him! I hurriedly brushed my
teeth, including my tongue, and all around inside my
mouth. I could still taste him! The taste was in the
back of my throat and in my nose! Oh God, I actually
let a black animal cum inside my mouth. What was I
going to do? Act like it never happened? Pretend I
couldn't help myself? Tell myself, that he forced me?
Well, it was over, and would never happen again! A
little voice inside my head, seemed to deny that. I was
so upset, I took a valium and went to my room to lie
down for awhile. Maybe he will leave, go somewhere.
Anywhere! As long as I don't have to face him!
In the bedroom, I could tell my panties were soaking
wet. I was wearing a strapless sundress, with a flared
bottom. I removed my panties, but didn't seem to have
the energy to put on another pair. What did it matter?
After all, I was in my bedroom, in my bed. I needed to
sleep awhile and maybe it would clear my mind. Put my
thoughts in on order, so to speak. I was emotionally
exhausted. The last thing I remember before drifting
off into a sound sleep, was the memory of how soft the
head of his dick had been.
Ron waited for half an hour before going upstairs. He
wanted to taste that white pussy, and had no intention
of waiting another day! Going to her room, he gently
pushed open the door. Linda was lying on her back,
sound asleep. He tiptoed next to the bed and slowly
raised the hem of her dress. She wasn't wearing
panties! Her neatly trimmed pubic mound was just asking
for his attention.
From the foot of the bed, he inched his head and
shoulders between her legs. He gently raised her hips,
and put his arms under them. His mouth was only inches
from her dripping wet pussy. He could smell her
excitement. He touched her clitoris with his tongue,
and slowly rotated it around and around. Then, he
looked at her face to see if she had awakened. She had
a smile on her face, but was still sound asleep.
I wonder if she's dreaming about me and my long tongue,
he thought. It didn't seem she was going to awaken, and
this was the perfect opportunity to do some serious
pussy eating. He stuck his long, thick tongue inside
her wet pussy and licked up all the juices, he could
reach. She was starting to moan in her sleep. After
fucking her with his tongue, he went back to her love
bud.
Now, she was moaning constantly, and was becoming
louder. He looked again, but she still had that smile
on her face, and was evidently asleep. He gave his full
attention to her pussy, licking, sucking, and fucking
her with his tongue.
I was having such an erotic dream. Richard was eating
me, but as never before. His tongue was bigger, and now
much more exciting. He was reaching places and doing
things, he had never done before. Why had he waited, to
let me know how well he could eat pussy? Oh God, it
felt so good! I was going to cum! He had never made me
cum this way before. I had never really liked him doing
this, but from now on, he was going to do it every
night! Oh…, Oh…, I'm cumming! So good... so good.
When she started cumming, I almost cum myself. Another
couple of minutes, and I eased her legs back down, slid
off the foot of the bed, and put her dress back in
place. I closed the door, as I left the room. I wonder
what she is going to think when she wakes up. Will she
remember, or believe it was just a dream. The next item
on the agenda, is to get my cock into that tight hole.
I'll work on that tomorrow. After all, I still have 27
days!
When I woke up, it was almost time for Richard to come
home. I rushed downstairs to start supper. Ron had gone
outside, somewhere. I was glad of that. I didn't know
what to say to him. I felt so refreshed, relaxed,
almost as if I had climaxed. The dream! I climaxed in
my sleep! I haven't done that since I was in college.
Strange though, I was dreaming of Richard, but it never
felt like him. He doesn't have that kind of experience.
Looking out the window, I saw Ron coming toward the
back door. He was licking on an ice cream cone. His
tongue! That's the tongue that was licking me! It was
no dream, or was it? Did I only imagine it was Richard,
but with Ron's tongue? Did he really eat me, while I
was sleeping? Do I want to know?
Ron came in the back door, and asked if I wanted a bite
of his ice cream. He acted like nothing had ever
happened between them. Good! I'll act the same way, and
forget the whole thing. It's never going to happen
again, anyway.
After dinner, I went to bed early, saying I had a
headache. Richard came up a few minutes later, and
wanted to know what was wrong. I told him, "having a
black man in our house for another 27 days is what was
wrong!" Then he had the nerve to want to make love!
"I'll let you in on a little secret, you are not going
to touch me, as long as that animal is in our house!
When he goes, you get your wife back."
"Has something happened? Has Ron gotten out of line?
What has he done to make you hate him so?"
"He's black, and that is what's wrong! No, he hasn't
done anything else wrong. He has been a perfect
gentleman, if an animal can be called a gentleman."
"Okay, I'm going back downstairs and sip a few beers
with him. He's really a nice guy, you know. Your
prejudice is clouding your judgment."
***
The next morning, Ron and Richard left at the same
time. I cleaned the house, and must have picked up a
dozen beer bottles. About noon, I took a long relaxing
bath, and was lounging around in my bathrobe, when Ron
came in the door. He took one look at me, and came over
to the sofa, sitting down next to me. His thigh was
brushing against mine.
I could feel the heat from his leg. He put his arm
around my shoulder, and pulled me against his chest. I
had no will to resist! What was happening to me? Why do
I let this black man touch me at his whim? I hate
blacks! Still, he was so strong and masculine, so sure
of himself, not like Richard at all.
"Today, Linda, I think you should prove something to
yourself. I know you are curious, and will never be
satisfied until you know the answer."
"The answer to what?"
"Whether my black cock will fit into that small pussy
of yours."
Sitting upright, I said, "You're crazy, if you think
I'm curious about that. I don't care if that monster
will fit or not. I do know that it would stretch me so
big, that Richard would never want me again. You go
find yourself another woman! You will never fuck me
with that thing!"
But, deep down, I was curious. I was dying to know how
it would feel to have a 12 inch dick inside me! He only
ignored me, and stood up, dropping his pants.
Naturally, he had on no underwear! He was already about
half hard. He sat back down next to me, and put my hand
on the shaft. Immediately, it started to grow. He
reached over, and took the tape measure out of my
sewing kit. By now, he was completely hard. Handing me
the tape, he said measure, and see exactly what you are
going to get.
"I'll measure it, but I'm not going to get anything."
It measured almost 13 inches, and was 6-1/2 inches
around. Even looking at him, and seeing the proof with
my own eyes, I still couldn't believe it!
"Now, here is what we are going to do. We are going to
try an experiment. When you are ready, I want to try
and put the head inside you. That's not fucking. That's
just an experiment to see if a white woman can take me.
Do you agree that it's not fucking? I'm not going all
the way inside. I'm not going to cum, so how can it be
called fucking?"
"Well, honestly, I am curious. Do you promise that only
the head is going inside? You're just going to see if
it would, as if we were really going to make love?"
"That's all I'm going to do, but I have to get you
ready. All you have to do is relax and enjoy the
sensations. First, this sofa is not high enough. Stand
up, and let me put another cushion under you. I did as
he asked, and when I sat back down, my feet didn't
touch the floor. What was I getting myself into? Why
was I doing this, with a man I detested? His magnetism?
The unknown and forbidden? Whatever the reason, I was
about to find out the answer.
He got on his knees in front of me, and opened my robe.
He was surprised when he saw there was nothing
underneath. He never tried to kiss me. I think he knew
I wouldn't. He went straight to my breasts, and started
sucking like a hungry baby. First one breast, then the
other. I was getting wet, already. He kissed his way
down my stomach, till I could feel his breath on my
love bud. He took it into his mouth and began sucking
on it, just as he had sucked my breasts. I was so hot
and feeling so good, that I almost had an orgasm right
then.
When he stuck that long, thick tongue inside, I
couldn't control myself any longer. I had the biggest
orgasm of my life! All I could say was, Oh God, Oh God,
I'm cumming…I'm cumming. The Dream! It wasn't a dream!
That is the tongue that made me cum. No wonder it was
so vivid! Usually, a dream fades when you wake up, but
mine was still sharply etched in my mind. No wonder! It
really happened, and now it was going to happen again.
I came back to my senses, and he was up on his knees
with his monster pointed at the opening of my pussy.
I looked at him, and said, "remember, only the head,
and you will take it out whenever I say."
"Okay, I will. Now take your fingers and spread your
pussy lips. Sit up straighter, so you can see every
inch as it disappears inside you."
I spread my lips, and he was rubbing his dick up and
down my slit. It was almost like he was masturbating me
with his big dick. Then, he stopped and placed the head
at my tiny opening. He was putting pressure against my
pussy, but there was no way that thing was going to go
inside.
"No more! No more! It is starting to hurt. Stop
pushing." But he didn't stop! He kept up the pressure,
more and more. "OH NO! NO! Not anymore!! It won't go
in! You're killing me! You said you'd stop!" I spread
my legs as wide as they would go, to help ease the
pain. I was pushing on his shoulders and chest, but it
didn't even bother him. He just kept up the relentless
pressure. MY God, He's going to split me into! God help
me!" I was moaning and crying.
Suddenly there was a pop and the pressure was gone, but
I felt as if there was a log inside the lips of my
pussy. I looked down and saw that the head was inside,
along with an inch of his massive shaft!
"Don't move, please don't move. It will kill me if you
do. I feel as if my pussy is ripping apart. You said
you would only put in the head. Now, I know I can take
it, but it hurts too much. I could never be fucked with
something that big."
"Let me hold it here until you relax, and your pussy
adjusts to having a real man inside you. Since we have
gone this far, why not push it in a little farther when
the pain stops? What do you say? It's not like we are
fucking."
"I don't believe the pain will go away, but if it does,
maybe, you can put in a little more. Wait a few
minutes. I hate to have come this far, and never really
know if I could take something that big. Are you sure
you aren't going to try and fuck me? I trust you to
keep your word. It's not hurting so bad, anymore. Try
pushing again. I'm more relaxed now."
I was watching, as he pushed, and another couple of
inches went inside. I could feel the walls of my vagina
stretching, trying to accommodate his size. He stopped
again, and it actually felt good. There was a fullness
that I had never felt before. He pushed again, and was
at the deepest point any dick had ever been.
"NO one has ever been deeper than that. I think you
should stop now. I'll never have anyone, but my
husband, and his doesn't go as far as you have it now."
My mouth was speaking those words, but my body wanted
more. I wanted him to go as deep as he could. I wanted
to take all of him!
He pushed again, and it looked as if there was still
four inches to go! I was adjusting now. More relaxed.
It hurt a little and filled me completely, I knew now
that I could handle a monster cock! Once, I had taken
the entire length, he would remove it, and that would
be the end of the whole thing. My curiosity would be
satisfied.
"Try and slowly push the rest into me. Please stop, if
I scream. I can feel it pushing my insides ahead of it.
I don't know how much farther, they will push." While
I'm talking, I am watching at the same time. Slowly it
all disappears, and finally our pubic mounds are
against each other. I have taken a 13 inch monster
cock!
"OKAY, I have taken all of you. Now take it out and
lets call the experiment a success." As I said this, he
twitched his dick, then again, and again. My Lord, I
never felt anything so good. It was like he was fucking
me, without moving his body! My juices were coating his
dick with a slick film of lubrication. I was so hot, I
could cum by just having him inside me.
"It's time to stop! You said you would stop anytime I
said!"
He very gently flicked his hips, and there was a slight
in and out movement. That felt so good, so wonderful. I
hope he does it again, before he completely removes
himself. Then he pulled out about 4 inches, and pushed
it back in. He did this a few times, and I started to
moan. I couldn't help myself. I had never had anything
in my life feel so wonderful, so glorious.
Oh MY God, he is fucking me! He promised! But, I can't
help myself. I want him to! Now, he is using longer
strokes, as I adjust to him. There's no pain, just
feelings and what feelings!! I'M CUMMING! I'm c-
cumming! with a 13 inch dick in my pussy. I never want
it to end! I want to fuck this big black cock forever.
I'll never hate blacks again. Only a black dick could
give me this pleasure.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me! I'm yours! Do whatever you want
with me, just give me your big cock for my pussy! I'm
cumming again!!! I can't stop Cumming! You have to
stop! Not anymore, No more! I'll die! My body can't
take that many climaxes." Then she felt his body tense,
and all of a sudden it felt like a water hose had been
inserted into her pussy! Squirt after squirt of cum
flooded her insides. It seemed to be coming out of her
mouth.
Nobody could cum that much. This triggered another
climax, and she screamed with pleasure. Cum Inside Me?
Cum? NO! NO! NO! You can't cum inside me! I'll get
pregnant! You put your seed all the way in the mouth of
my cervix. Why? Why? You said you wouldn't even fuck
me. Now, look what has happened!
"Don't worry about getting pregnant. I had a vasectomy
4 years ago. I could never make you pregnant." Like
hell, I can't, I was thinking.
"Oh, Thank God! ... You wouldn't lie to me again, would
you?"
"I would never lie about something like that. Trust me.
If you have recovered, lets go upstairs to the bed. I
want to show you something."
They went upstairs, and he lay down on his back. His
enormous dick was still sticking straight up. "Come
here and straddle me. Squat down over my dick, and put
the tip inside yourself." She did as he instructed.
"Now lower yourself, until about 4 inches are inside
you."
"I don't know if I can take you again."
"Yes, you can. You still have my cum dripping out of
you, so my cock should enter you easily. Go slow, and
let yourself get used to me again."
This time, the entry was without pain. She was still
tight and filled like never before, but all the juices
had her prepared. She stopped when about 4 or 5 inches
were inside her.
"Now, I am going to pump up and you pump down. If there
is pain, you can control the penetration. Is that
okay?" He began pumping up into her and she was
controlling the depth. She was taking more and more of
him, until their pubic bones were smashing against each
other. She was screaming out one long glorious climax!
After only a few minutes, he cum so hard, she thought
he was going to blow her off him. She fell exhausted
and completely satisfied at his side. She dozed for a
few minutes, but awoke when he started talking.
"I will be here for another 24 to 26 days, and I want
this to happen every day, until I leave. Another thing,
don't let that wimp husband touch you this month. Do
you agree with me?"
"Oh God Yes!! I want you more than once a day. I want
you day and night! If you say so, I'll never let
Richard touch me again. That little dick of his could
never make me cum again, anyway! Could you stay until
my period starts?" That will be at the end of the
month.
I didn't have the heart to tell her, it would be at the
end of nine months!
END
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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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