DOUBLED MY PLEASURE By Betty L.
I'm not a model and I'll never be mistaken for a centerfold so get that straight right now. My name is Betty ? short for ?Elizabeth? ? and I am 34 years old, five feet five inches tall and although I can stand to lose a few pounds my body is still in pretty good shape. I have light brown hair, brown eyes and the proverbial ?everyone? tells me I have a very cute and youthful face. My bra size (for those needing to know) is a 34B although I can take a C-cup sometimes. I have nice legs and a somewhat plump, soft ass and I have a bush; a thick triangle of light brown hair between my legs.
Sex is something I came to enjoy after I got married but it wasn't because of my husband. He's your basic ?average? guy and I mean ?average? in every sense of the word. At first I thought his cock was adequate ?he could make me cum every now and then when we fucked, but after awhile most of my climaxes came from my hand or my vibrator. I found out that my husband's average cock wasn't really average. We've been married for 12 years and after four years with him I got fucked by another guy whose dick was enormous. I fell in love with the guy's big cock. I wanted more. When I stopped putting out for him I found another guy with a big cock and began fucking him ? and then another guy so that right now I have fucked over a dozen different men in the last eight years and my only requirement is that they have big dicks.
I work as a secretary in the medical department of a pretty large hospital. As you can imagine, there's a lot of sex talk that goes on and the other women in the department know I like to fuck around on my husband and several of them do likewise with their own husbands ? it's almost like a support group. I come to work, get my transcriptions done and talk about sex and affairs and then go home to an increasingly average and dull husband. I give him pussy maybe once every two weeks and the other times, when he makes it clear he is horny I will stroke his cock until he grunts and cums and then try to go to sleep. When I am really not in the mood to deal with his dick I suggest that he eat me and while he does I make sure I move my pussy all over his face and get him to stroke himself; it always works.
My biggest problem for awhile was that I didn't have a regular cock to feed my hungry twat. I don't like quickies and one-nighters, plus I prefer to fuck bareback which means I have to be picky. I've never had a problem actually finding a guy to fuck me but I want more than a one-timer. So I had gotten pretty horny and even though I ws using my hand and the vibrator nightly (one my average husband fell asleep) it wasn't the same as a big, thick cock pumping me. It was getting to be pretty tough.
One of the women in the department is a pretty black girl named Chantelle. She's 30 years old, has a really pretty face with almond-shaped eyes, a bright dazzling smile and a soft, sexy voice. Chantelle's skin is so smooth and the color of a Hershey bar. Like many black women she has that round, slightly prominent ass and a pair of full, smooth thighs. Although her waist isn't tiny it's small enough to draw attention to her tits ? big heavy boobs that aren't really outlandish ? I guessed a D-cup ? but they're accentuated by her waist. Chantelle talks about sex a lot but never indicated she cheats on her husband. One afternoon over lunch I got Chantelle to tell me that her husband, Rod, was a heavily hung guy which I suspected since he is black. Chantelle quietly informed me her husband was a bit over nine inches long and was too thick for her slender fingers to completely grip his dick. Naturally I was impressed but knowing the pretty black girl was getting such a massive cock to fuck only made my own frustration worse.
Late last April, during a stretch of really warm weather, all the women at work were talking about their plans for the weekend. Of course my own plans were boring ? I would be spending the weekend at home with Mr. Average. When I commented on my own sad state of affairs Chantelle suddenly piped up and invited me to join she and her husband on their boat. I didn't even know they had one! I was dying to go ? anything but be around ?Mr. Bland?. I told Chantelle I'd have to see; I didn't expect my husband to want to go and, therefore, wouldn't want me going.
I brought the subject up that night t my husband and got his typical response ?he wasn't interested. So I took a deep breath and asked if he minded if I went out on the boat just for something different to do. To my shock and surprise my husband didn't even think twice and nonchalantly told me to go and enjoy myself! I couldn't get to the telephone fast enough to call Chantelle and get directions to the dock and what to wear, etc. She and her husband had planned to just spend a quiet weekend out on the water away from everything. Chantelle told me not to bring anything special except my swimsuit and I quickly accepted and told her I'd be there bright and early.
The boat was really nice ? not a yacht or anything but large enough to have a small galley and some long cushioned seats lining the interior of the cabin. Chantelle took my bag and introduced me to Rod ? a big, athletic black man with a very nice smile and deep, friendly voice. His skin matched that of Chantelle and I found I was very comfortable with this black couple.
By lunchtime we had gotten out to a point where all I could see was water. I guess other boaters were out but I sure couldn't see them. ?Let's get our swimsuit on,? Chantelle suggested and handed me my clothing bag. I went into the bathroom, or ?head? as they laughingly reminded me, and changed. I had a rather small two-piece, not really a bikini, that was small enough to show a lot but still kept me covered. When I came out I saw that Chantelle had already changed as had Rod. I really caught myself looking at Chantelle; she wore a very small electric-pink bikini, her big tits were barely covered at the nipples and the bottoms were basically two bright pink triangles of material held together by two tie-strings across her full brown thighs; she looked gorgeous. Rod wore regular a regular swimming suit, no Speedos, but I couldn't help but remember what Chantelle had told me about him and I would occasionally glance at his crotch trying to catch sight of a bulge. ?You look really hot and sexy!? Chantelle told me and I had to reply that next to her I felt like a sack of potatoes. She disagreed as did her husband. I felt myself blushing and we went out on the deck to get some warm sun.
?Betty,? Chantelle asked, ?would you put some sunscreen on me?? She grinned that beautiful smile. ?Even us black folks can't take too much sun!? She and Rod laughed and I told her I'd be happy to put the sunscreen on. The tube, though, was down in the cabin and I got up from the deck chair to get it. ?I'll go with you,? Chantelle said quickly, ?and you can just put it on down there?. So we went down into the cabin together and as I was rubbing the cream along the black woman's back she slowly turned and said, ?Put some across my chest and boobs?. I moved my hand over those heavy brown jugs and felt how firm they really were. ?Here,? Chantelle said, reaching behind her to untie her top. Both of her big tits were bared; the areola wide and a darker brown and her nipples were erect and thick. ?Rub all over,? Chantelle told me and as my hands went over her tits I just stared at them, impressed and more than a little aroused at how sexy they were. ?You like them?? Chantelle's voice was soft and husky. Her slender hands slid under her tits and she lifted them for me. I quickly looked into her brown, almond-shaped eyes and then back at those gorgeous brown tits. ?Go ahead,? the pretty black woman whispered softly, 'suck them?I know you want to?. Slowly I lowered my head, my own hands coming up to heft the big boobs. I began sucking on one brown nipple and hard Chantelle sigh. ?That's it baby,? she cooed quietly,? 'suck my big black tits?. So I began sucking harder, slurping on them, getting them wet with my mouth. It was when I began sucking her other tit that I felt Chantelle's fingers working at the clasps on my top. It fell free and my own tits swayed beneath me. Chantelle's hands reached under to cup them and gently roll my nipples in her fingers. I groaned around the big nipple in my mouth and the heavy tit against my face. She kept one hand on my tit and, with the other, deftly pulled the tie-string on the sides of her tiny bikini bottom. I heard the material slide down her legs to the floor and Chantelle parted her thighs slightly.
Her pussy was covered by a very thick, very curly mass of black hair. As I kept sucking, Chantelle took one of my hands and guided it to her pussy. The lips were full and open and I quickly slid a finger up into her hole, finding it hot and greasy with juice. Chantelle's clit was big and had emerged from its hood. I moved my finger in her pussy and felt the black woman begin to move her hips, gently humping on my finger. ?You haven't had really good sex in a long time, have you?? Chantelle asked softly. ?N-n-no,? I mumbled around her big nipple. ?Then let me fix that,? Chantelle said, gently pushing me back and my finger slid from her pussy. Juice coated my finger and a long strand hung from my fingertip. ?Suck it,? Chantelle said and as she watched e I sucked my finger clean. Her taste was so sweet and musky it almost made my head swim.
Chantelle quickly slid my bottoms down, inhaling sharply as her hand felt my pussy. ?Oh my,? she sad, ?you have such a nice one?. I opened my legs and watched as Chantelle bent slightly to push two fingers up into my hole. My knees buckled from the pleasure and Chantelle began finger fucking me in a steady, firm rhythm. I had to put my hands on her bare shoulder to support myself. ?Have you ever eaten pussy before?? Chantelle was breathing heavy. I shook my head, her fingers up in my twat felt divine. ?Do you want to eat mine?? she asked in that sexy voice and I felt my head nod. Without taking her fingers from my pussy, Chantelle gently guided me to the long, cushioned seats along the side of the cabin. ?Lay on your back, Betty,? she told me almost breathlessly. As I stretched out atop the cushions her fingers slipped from my soppy, wet hole and my legs quickly opened wide. ?Put them back in,? I begged her as I breathed fast. My pulse was pounding in my ears and my mouth was bone dry. ?In a minute,? Chantelle cooed.
I looked up at her as I lay there and watched as she got up on the cushions, kneeling there, a knee on either side of my face. I looked up between her smooth brown thighs and saw her pussy lips parted, the wet pink inside and the juices continuing to form and slowly well up from the hole. Chantelle slowly lowered her hairy pussy to my mouth, guiding the hole so it fit neatly at my lips. ?Lick and suck it, baby,? the black woman instructed and I began lapping and frenching her hole. She began moving her hips, rotating her wet pussy on my mouth. Her sweet cream filled my mouth and I swallowed over and over, her wiry pussy hair rubbing my chin. I brought my arms up around her thighs to hold her; I was so totally aroused all I could think of was the black woman's pussy at my mouth.
Chantelle slid forward, stretching herself over my body and I felt her hands against the insides of my thighs. Her fingers traced along my own pussy lips, dipping between them, gently rubbing my swollen clit and then opening my lips wider. ?Are you ready?? Chantelle whispered and all I could do was give her a muffled ?Mm hmm,? as her hole was right at my mouth. Suddenly I felt a new sensation between my legs. A thick, solid object was pressing up between my pussy lips. I felt Chantelle's fingers holding the lips apart and suddenly my pussy felt an incredibly wonderful sensation of being filled to the maximum. Chantelle lifted up and raised her hips from my face. ?Look,? she told me. Groggy with lust, my face wet and smeared with her cunt cream, I followed Chantelle's instructions and let out a groan.
Rod was between my thighs, his massive black cock slowly stuffing my hole. I was so hot I simply moaned, ?Fuck me,? and lay back down, lifting my hips to take the black meat that was still sliding up my hole. Chantelle got off me, sliding to the side of the cushioned seat to kneel there and lick my wet mouth. Her husband held my waist in his hands and began thrusting, each movement pushing his big cock deeper. I humped back, finally getting the big cock I needed. Rod was wonderful, finally getting his entire dick up in me and leaning forward to suck my tits. All I could think was that I was being fucked by a black man, the first black cock I had ever had. I began to fuck back at him, rolling y hips, jutting my belly at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he fucked me deeply in long, strong thrusts. ?Fuck him good, baby,? Chantelle was whispering in my ear, ?fuck on his black dick'show him how good that white pussy can feel?. I was moaning, groaning, whimpering, squealing and grunting all at the same time. I as being fucked by a black cock and loving it. ?You want to fuck Rod a lot?? Chantelle seemed to be teasing me. ?Uh?huh,? I gasped. ?All three of us can play,? Chantelle whispered. ?I knew you'd love his dick after hearing you talk,? she stuck her tongue in my open mouth and I sucked it deeply. Chantelle's hand wiggled between my pussy hair and Rod's heaving abdomen. Her fingers found my clit and began rubbing it. Rod's balls slapped at my wet asscheeks and the black cock fucking me made wet slurping sounds. ?You want his seed?? Chantelle whispered. I was tossing my head back and forth.
?Fuck?fuck...fuck,? I kept repeating. Chantelle reached behind her husband to cup his balls tightly. Rod grunted and strained. My thighs and belly tensed as I felt a monstrous geyser of sperm flood my heaving pussy. ?Keep fucking,? Chantelle urged her husband, ?Shoot it deep?. I could feel constant spurting deep up in my twat, string after string of thick, warm semen shot up in me and Rod kept fucking hard. With a low groan he finally strained out the last few drops of seed and collapsed atop me. It took us several moments to disengage and when I saw his big, black dick hanging wetly between his thighs I leaned forward, took it in my mouth and began sucking it. The wet goo slid down my throat and I felt him begin to get hard again. My head bobbed up and down and I felt Chantelle's hands holding the base of her husband's big cock. When I had gotten him hard again, it was Chantelle's turn and as she laid on the cushions I guided Rod's massive cock up into her hole, cradling his heavy balls as he fucked his wife. I watched how the black woman fucked, wanting to copy her method. I wanted to fuck Rod again. I wanted to keep fucking him as many times as I was able, as many days and weeks as I could.
After Rod had cum in his wife Chantelle immediately scooted off the cushions and helped me get on them, this time on my hands and knees. I raised my ass high and felt Rod behind me, his big dick pressing between my flared pussy lips. ?Time to really get you into it,? Chantelle said in a breathless voice, sitting at the end of the cushions, facing me, her legs open. I stared at her bushy hole, Rod's thick semen oozing inside, running down between her pussy lips. Rod entered me and I grunted, my body jerking forward. Chantelle edged herself closer under my face was deep between those full, soft, brown thighs. ?Eat it,? she hissed, jutting her soupy pussy at my face With my body rocking from Rod's fucking, his hands on my waist hold me as that big black dick plowed deep, I began licking Chantelle's pussy. It had a musky, slightly metallic tase, the semen flowed easily into my mouth as the black woman held my head and fucked her hole at my mouth. I licked the droplets of semen from her pussy hair and thrust my tongue deeply into the much that was Rod's cock cream. I swallowed greedily. My ass moved, my hips made small circles and I felt that incredible black cock so deep in me that when the fist long jet of sperm shot out I felt it splatter deep in me. I was in heaven.
Rod, Chantelle and me fucked all day long. I went out on the boat with them the next day and we fucked all day and Chantelle and I ate each other ? filled and empty both. I began going home with Chantelle after work where Rod would fuck me as his wife watched and played with her clit. My pussy was full of Rod's seed constantly and when Chantelle wasn't eating it out I went home with the sperm shifting and sliding deep up in me.
I found out I was pregnant in June. The baby is Rod's, there is no doubt whatsoever. I have a black baby growing in me. When I told Chantelle I was carrying her husband's baby I thought she'd be upset. Instead, the black woman gave me a deep tongue kiss and ran her handover my stomach. ?We were hoping so bad he would seed you!? she told me, her hands cupping my tits. ?We've been hoping since the first day on the boat!?
So I am seven months pregnant now, the women at work know and seem to think it's a very erotically taboo thing. They know I am fucking Rod exclusively now, Chantelle made sure everyone knew and I am feeling very good about it. My very average husband thinks this baby is his; if he freaks out when it's born I am sure he'll kick me out. That's fine since I already have a bedroom at Chantelle's place. So now we still drive to her place after work and I show Rod my swollen, bulging belly. My tits are now as big as Chantelle's and she loves sucking on them for hours to bring in my milk.In another month I won't be able to fuck Rod as I want and will have to suck that big black cock and eat the sperm that gave me his baby. Chantelle and I still ?69? and both of them have promised that after Rod's baby is born they will introduce me to taking Rod deep up in my asshole. All I know is that for so many years I was satisfied with just getting a big dick to fuck me. Now I not only have a beautiful big black cock to fuck but I have Chantelle to eat and eat me. I think I have doubled my pleasure!
I'm not a model and I'll never be mistaken for a centerfold so get that straight right now. My name is Betty ? short for ?Elizabeth? ? and I am 34 years old, five feet five inches tall and although I can stand to lose a few pounds my body is still in pretty good shape. I have light brown hair, brown eyes and the proverbial ?everyone? tells me I have a very cute and youthful face. My bra size (for those needing to know) is a 34B although I can take a C-cup sometimes. I have nice legs and a somewhat plump, soft ass and I have a bush; a thick triangle of light brown hair between my legs.
Sex is something I came to enjoy after I got married but it wasn't because of my husband. He's your basic ?average? guy and I mean ?average? in every sense of the word. At first I thought his cock was adequate ?he could make me cum every now and then when we fucked, but after awhile most of my climaxes came from my hand or my vibrator. I found out that my husband's average cock wasn't really average. We've been married for 12 years and after four years with him I got fucked by another guy whose dick was enormous. I fell in love with the guy's big cock. I wanted more. When I stopped putting out for him I found another guy with a big cock and began fucking him ? and then another guy so that right now I have fucked over a dozen different men in the last eight years and my only requirement is that they have big dicks.
I work as a secretary in the medical department of a pretty large hospital. As you can imagine, there's a lot of sex talk that goes on and the other women in the department know I like to fuck around on my husband and several of them do likewise with their own husbands ? it's almost like a support group. I come to work, get my transcriptions done and talk about sex and affairs and then go home to an increasingly average and dull husband. I give him pussy maybe once every two weeks and the other times, when he makes it clear he is horny I will stroke his cock until he grunts and cums and then try to go to sleep. When I am really not in the mood to deal with his dick I suggest that he eat me and while he does I make sure I move my pussy all over his face and get him to stroke himself; it always works.
My biggest problem for awhile was that I didn't have a regular cock to feed my hungry twat. I don't like quickies and one-nighters, plus I prefer to fuck bareback which means I have to be picky. I've never had a problem actually finding a guy to fuck me but I want more than a one-timer. So I had gotten pretty horny and even though I ws using my hand and the vibrator nightly (one my average husband fell asleep) it wasn't the same as a big, thick cock pumping me. It was getting to be pretty tough.
One of the women in the department is a pretty black girl named Chantelle. She's 30 years old, has a really pretty face with almond-shaped eyes, a bright dazzling smile and a soft, sexy voice. Chantelle's skin is so smooth and the color of a Hershey bar. Like many black women she has that round, slightly prominent ass and a pair of full, smooth thighs. Although her waist isn't tiny it's small enough to draw attention to her tits ? big heavy boobs that aren't really outlandish ? I guessed a D-cup ? but they're accentuated by her waist. Chantelle talks about sex a lot but never indicated she cheats on her husband. One afternoon over lunch I got Chantelle to tell me that her husband, Rod, was a heavily hung guy which I suspected since he is black. Chantelle quietly informed me her husband was a bit over nine inches long and was too thick for her slender fingers to completely grip his dick. Naturally I was impressed but knowing the pretty black girl was getting such a massive cock to fuck only made my own frustration worse.
Late last April, during a stretch of really warm weather, all the women at work were talking about their plans for the weekend. Of course my own plans were boring ? I would be spending the weekend at home with Mr. Average. When I commented on my own sad state of affairs Chantelle suddenly piped up and invited me to join she and her husband on their boat. I didn't even know they had one! I was dying to go ? anything but be around ?Mr. Bland?. I told Chantelle I'd have to see; I didn't expect my husband to want to go and, therefore, wouldn't want me going.
I brought the subject up that night t my husband and got his typical response ?he wasn't interested. So I took a deep breath and asked if he minded if I went out on the boat just for something different to do. To my shock and surprise my husband didn't even think twice and nonchalantly told me to go and enjoy myself! I couldn't get to the telephone fast enough to call Chantelle and get directions to the dock and what to wear, etc. She and her husband had planned to just spend a quiet weekend out on the water away from everything. Chantelle told me not to bring anything special except my swimsuit and I quickly accepted and told her I'd be there bright and early.
The boat was really nice ? not a yacht or anything but large enough to have a small galley and some long cushioned seats lining the interior of the cabin. Chantelle took my bag and introduced me to Rod ? a big, athletic black man with a very nice smile and deep, friendly voice. His skin matched that of Chantelle and I found I was very comfortable with this black couple.
By lunchtime we had gotten out to a point where all I could see was water. I guess other boaters were out but I sure couldn't see them. ?Let's get our swimsuit on,? Chantelle suggested and handed me my clothing bag. I went into the bathroom, or ?head? as they laughingly reminded me, and changed. I had a rather small two-piece, not really a bikini, that was small enough to show a lot but still kept me covered. When I came out I saw that Chantelle had already changed as had Rod. I really caught myself looking at Chantelle; she wore a very small electric-pink bikini, her big tits were barely covered at the nipples and the bottoms were basically two bright pink triangles of material held together by two tie-strings across her full brown thighs; she looked gorgeous. Rod wore regular a regular swimming suit, no Speedos, but I couldn't help but remember what Chantelle had told me about him and I would occasionally glance at his crotch trying to catch sight of a bulge. ?You look really hot and sexy!? Chantelle told me and I had to reply that next to her I felt like a sack of potatoes. She disagreed as did her husband. I felt myself blushing and we went out on the deck to get some warm sun.
?Betty,? Chantelle asked, ?would you put some sunscreen on me?? She grinned that beautiful smile. ?Even us black folks can't take too much sun!? She and Rod laughed and I told her I'd be happy to put the sunscreen on. The tube, though, was down in the cabin and I got up from the deck chair to get it. ?I'll go with you,? Chantelle said quickly, ?and you can just put it on down there?. So we went down into the cabin together and as I was rubbing the cream along the black woman's back she slowly turned and said, ?Put some across my chest and boobs?. I moved my hand over those heavy brown jugs and felt how firm they really were. ?Here,? Chantelle said, reaching behind her to untie her top. Both of her big tits were bared; the areola wide and a darker brown and her nipples were erect and thick. ?Rub all over,? Chantelle told me and as my hands went over her tits I just stared at them, impressed and more than a little aroused at how sexy they were. ?You like them?? Chantelle's voice was soft and husky. Her slender hands slid under her tits and she lifted them for me. I quickly looked into her brown, almond-shaped eyes and then back at those gorgeous brown tits. ?Go ahead,? the pretty black woman whispered softly, 'suck them?I know you want to?. Slowly I lowered my head, my own hands coming up to heft the big boobs. I began sucking on one brown nipple and hard Chantelle sigh. ?That's it baby,? she cooed quietly,? 'suck my big black tits?. So I began sucking harder, slurping on them, getting them wet with my mouth. It was when I began sucking her other tit that I felt Chantelle's fingers working at the clasps on my top. It fell free and my own tits swayed beneath me. Chantelle's hands reached under to cup them and gently roll my nipples in her fingers. I groaned around the big nipple in my mouth and the heavy tit against my face. She kept one hand on my tit and, with the other, deftly pulled the tie-string on the sides of her tiny bikini bottom. I heard the material slide down her legs to the floor and Chantelle parted her thighs slightly.
Her pussy was covered by a very thick, very curly mass of black hair. As I kept sucking, Chantelle took one of my hands and guided it to her pussy. The lips were full and open and I quickly slid a finger up into her hole, finding it hot and greasy with juice. Chantelle's clit was big and had emerged from its hood. I moved my finger in her pussy and felt the black woman begin to move her hips, gently humping on my finger. ?You haven't had really good sex in a long time, have you?? Chantelle asked softly. ?N-n-no,? I mumbled around her big nipple. ?Then let me fix that,? Chantelle said, gently pushing me back and my finger slid from her pussy. Juice coated my finger and a long strand hung from my fingertip. ?Suck it,? Chantelle said and as she watched e I sucked my finger clean. Her taste was so sweet and musky it almost made my head swim.
Chantelle quickly slid my bottoms down, inhaling sharply as her hand felt my pussy. ?Oh my,? she sad, ?you have such a nice one?. I opened my legs and watched as Chantelle bent slightly to push two fingers up into my hole. My knees buckled from the pleasure and Chantelle began finger fucking me in a steady, firm rhythm. I had to put my hands on her bare shoulder to support myself. ?Have you ever eaten pussy before?? Chantelle was breathing heavy. I shook my head, her fingers up in my twat felt divine. ?Do you want to eat mine?? she asked in that sexy voice and I felt my head nod. Without taking her fingers from my pussy, Chantelle gently guided me to the long, cushioned seats along the side of the cabin. ?Lay on your back, Betty,? she told me almost breathlessly. As I stretched out atop the cushions her fingers slipped from my soppy, wet hole and my legs quickly opened wide. ?Put them back in,? I begged her as I breathed fast. My pulse was pounding in my ears and my mouth was bone dry. ?In a minute,? Chantelle cooed.
I looked up at her as I lay there and watched as she got up on the cushions, kneeling there, a knee on either side of my face. I looked up between her smooth brown thighs and saw her pussy lips parted, the wet pink inside and the juices continuing to form and slowly well up from the hole. Chantelle slowly lowered her hairy pussy to my mouth, guiding the hole so it fit neatly at my lips. ?Lick and suck it, baby,? the black woman instructed and I began lapping and frenching her hole. She began moving her hips, rotating her wet pussy on my mouth. Her sweet cream filled my mouth and I swallowed over and over, her wiry pussy hair rubbing my chin. I brought my arms up around her thighs to hold her; I was so totally aroused all I could think of was the black woman's pussy at my mouth.
Chantelle slid forward, stretching herself over my body and I felt her hands against the insides of my thighs. Her fingers traced along my own pussy lips, dipping between them, gently rubbing my swollen clit and then opening my lips wider. ?Are you ready?? Chantelle whispered and all I could do was give her a muffled ?Mm hmm,? as her hole was right at my mouth. Suddenly I felt a new sensation between my legs. A thick, solid object was pressing up between my pussy lips. I felt Chantelle's fingers holding the lips apart and suddenly my pussy felt an incredibly wonderful sensation of being filled to the maximum. Chantelle lifted up and raised her hips from my face. ?Look,? she told me. Groggy with lust, my face wet and smeared with her cunt cream, I followed Chantelle's instructions and let out a groan.
Rod was between my thighs, his massive black cock slowly stuffing my hole. I was so hot I simply moaned, ?Fuck me,? and lay back down, lifting my hips to take the black meat that was still sliding up my hole. Chantelle got off me, sliding to the side of the cushioned seat to kneel there and lick my wet mouth. Her husband held my waist in his hands and began thrusting, each movement pushing his big cock deeper. I humped back, finally getting the big cock I needed. Rod was wonderful, finally getting his entire dick up in me and leaning forward to suck my tits. All I could think was that I was being fucked by a black man, the first black cock I had ever had. I began to fuck back at him, rolling y hips, jutting my belly at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he fucked me deeply in long, strong thrusts. ?Fuck him good, baby,? Chantelle was whispering in my ear, ?fuck on his black dick'show him how good that white pussy can feel?. I was moaning, groaning, whimpering, squealing and grunting all at the same time. I as being fucked by a black cock and loving it. ?You want to fuck Rod a lot?? Chantelle seemed to be teasing me. ?Uh?huh,? I gasped. ?All three of us can play,? Chantelle whispered. ?I knew you'd love his dick after hearing you talk,? she stuck her tongue in my open mouth and I sucked it deeply. Chantelle's hand wiggled between my pussy hair and Rod's heaving abdomen. Her fingers found my clit and began rubbing it. Rod's balls slapped at my wet asscheeks and the black cock fucking me made wet slurping sounds. ?You want his seed?? Chantelle whispered. I was tossing my head back and forth.
?Fuck?fuck...fuck,? I kept repeating. Chantelle reached behind her husband to cup his balls tightly. Rod grunted and strained. My thighs and belly tensed as I felt a monstrous geyser of sperm flood my heaving pussy. ?Keep fucking,? Chantelle urged her husband, ?Shoot it deep?. I could feel constant spurting deep up in my twat, string after string of thick, warm semen shot up in me and Rod kept fucking hard. With a low groan he finally strained out the last few drops of seed and collapsed atop me. It took us several moments to disengage and when I saw his big, black dick hanging wetly between his thighs I leaned forward, took it in my mouth and began sucking it. The wet goo slid down my throat and I felt him begin to get hard again. My head bobbed up and down and I felt Chantelle's hands holding the base of her husband's big cock. When I had gotten him hard again, it was Chantelle's turn and as she laid on the cushions I guided Rod's massive cock up into her hole, cradling his heavy balls as he fucked his wife. I watched how the black woman fucked, wanting to copy her method. I wanted to fuck Rod again. I wanted to keep fucking him as many times as I was able, as many days and weeks as I could.
After Rod had cum in his wife Chantelle immediately scooted off the cushions and helped me get on them, this time on my hands and knees. I raised my ass high and felt Rod behind me, his big dick pressing between my flared pussy lips. ?Time to really get you into it,? Chantelle said in a breathless voice, sitting at the end of the cushions, facing me, her legs open. I stared at her bushy hole, Rod's thick semen oozing inside, running down between her pussy lips. Rod entered me and I grunted, my body jerking forward. Chantelle edged herself closer under my face was deep between those full, soft, brown thighs. ?Eat it,? she hissed, jutting her soupy pussy at my face With my body rocking from Rod's fucking, his hands on my waist hold me as that big black dick plowed deep, I began licking Chantelle's pussy. It had a musky, slightly metallic tase, the semen flowed easily into my mouth as the black woman held my head and fucked her hole at my mouth. I licked the droplets of semen from her pussy hair and thrust my tongue deeply into the much that was Rod's cock cream. I swallowed greedily. My ass moved, my hips made small circles and I felt that incredible black cock so deep in me that when the fist long jet of sperm shot out I felt it splatter deep in me. I was in heaven.
Rod, Chantelle and me fucked all day long. I went out on the boat with them the next day and we fucked all day and Chantelle and I ate each other ? filled and empty both. I began going home with Chantelle after work where Rod would fuck me as his wife watched and played with her clit. My pussy was full of Rod's seed constantly and when Chantelle wasn't eating it out I went home with the sperm shifting and sliding deep up in me.
I found out I was pregnant in June. The baby is Rod's, there is no doubt whatsoever. I have a black baby growing in me. When I told Chantelle I was carrying her husband's baby I thought she'd be upset. Instead, the black woman gave me a deep tongue kiss and ran her handover my stomach. ?We were hoping so bad he would seed you!? she told me, her hands cupping my tits. ?We've been hoping since the first day on the boat!?
So I am seven months pregnant now, the women at work know and seem to think it's a very erotically taboo thing. They know I am fucking Rod exclusively now, Chantelle made sure everyone knew and I am feeling very good about it. My very average husband thinks this baby is his; if he freaks out when it's born I am sure he'll kick me out. That's fine since I already have a bedroom at Chantelle's place. So now we still drive to her place after work and I show Rod my swollen, bulging belly. My tits are now as big as Chantelle's and she loves sucking on them for hours to bring in my milk.In another month I won't be able to fuck Rod as I want and will have to suck that big black cock and eat the sperm that gave me his baby. Chantelle and I still ?69? and both of them have promised that after Rod's baby is born they will introduce me to taking Rod deep up in my asshole. All I know is that for so many years I was satisfied with just getting a big dick to fuck me. Now I not only have a beautiful big black cock to fuck but I have Chantelle to eat and eat me. I think I have doubled my pleasure!
