Teacher Wife to Slut Wife Ch. 06
The Double Gang-Bang Weekend!
This is the sixth part of the continuing story of my teacher wife Pam and I and our experiences. As this story suggests, it contains cuckolded husbands, promiscuous wives, lesbians, and interracial sex along with anal, oral, and straight sex, all between consenting adults, all over eighteen, and all done with all partners' acceptances. So again, if it’s not your thing, don’t read it!
Pam stepped out of the shower and patted her shapely body dry with the large, soft bath towel. She momentarily gazed at her reflection in the large bathroom mirrors as she finished drying the water from her beautiful body. Her shoulder-length hair was piled up on top of her head, under a shower cap, to keep it from getting wet during her shower. I loved my wife, Pam, and she loved me; we did, however, have a great secret from our work colleagues, as you are all aware.
I watched and admired her figure, my cock getting hard at the thought of recent events and hoping I would be in luck soon. I could see her eyes in the mirror. Oh man, those eyes were like large, inviting pools that shone brightly, especially when she became excited. Her full lips held out the promise of soft kisses and long nights of passion. Her face was one of stunning beauty. Her skin is smooth, soft, and white. Her well-formed breasts were hers and my source of pride; they were just so pretty!
I watched from the bed as Pam removed the shower cap from her head and shook her head a couple of times before picking up a brush and combing her long hair to remove any tangles there might have been. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in the nude. She admired her shaved pussy with its little landing strip, which had started to grow back in after her recent fun on holiday and was beginning to be visible again in the bathroom mirror.
Pam laid the brush down and went into the bedroom to get dressed as soon as she was sure that her hair was positioned properly. As I lay watching her, I knew that if her regular stud Adam had been able to see into the bathroom, he would have appreciated his personal little slut’s beautiful long legs and shapely bottom. Her body was a sex machine that she had finally allowed Adam, her big, cocked black stud, to use to its full potential. She and I did not know it at that precise moment, but a new and exciting part of her new secret slut life was about to happen, one that she and I, as her husband John, would seriously enjoy.
Pam opened one of her dresser drawers and selected her lingerie. Plain white silk pants, a matching white frilled suspender belt, a matching silk frilled edged brassiere, and a pair of black seamed stockings. She slipped the silk garments on with practiced ease. A tastefully stylish, tight-fitting black dress that hugged her voluptuous figure and matching patent stiletto heels completed her ensemble. She applied a little eye makeup, put on a light coating of lip gloss, hooked a gold chain with her St. Christopher pendant around her neck, and threaded a pair of gold earrings on, matching her shiny gold wedding, engagement, and eternity rings. Pam then picked up her purse and went down the stairs to the living room. I lay listening to her get ready to go meet a long-time school friend, Vanessa, whilst I was heading out to work. My job as a fireman meant long, unsociable hours, but I am very supportive of her in her life as a school teacher, wife, and also as my slut for big black cocks. A development in our relationship that seemed to make us even closer to one another.
She had made her last-minute checks; I could hear her do them, just to make sure that everything was in its proper place, before she turned out the light, went out the front door, and locked it. I heard Pam pull her car out of the garage onto the drive, finally reversing out onto the street. I knew her friend Vanessa was married to a guy that Pam did not care for, so I was pleased it was just the two of them.
It was Friday night, and Vanessa would not have to return until the beginning of the week as she had a long weekend off. Pam had told me she hoped that this weekend would be like old times for the two of them. Now this is where my wife takes over, explaining what happened to me upon her return after what turned out to be a weekend away. I also received a package a day after she left that arrived before she got home, so this is not only her story but the story as told by the guy DVD I received, showing her and Vanessa being gang-bang-fucked on the bus as well as her oral story of what happened after the bus.
I hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
When I arrived at my friend's hotel, she wasn’t fully ready, so I decided to have a drink in the hotel bar while I waited. I was a bit miffed that my friend wasn’t ready, but I thought I would play safe and ordered a soda when the bartender asked me what my pleasure was.
I sipped quietly on the drink as I thought about the friendship that I had had with Vanessa, one we had shared all through school and college together. When Vanessa, my friend, did arrive, she was dressed in a red minidress that emphasized her slim and attractive figure. She wore dark stockings and high-heeled shoes as well.
I admired how my good friend was still a tall, thin blonde, just as beautiful as when she was a teenager. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the hotel to head out and enjoy a meal at a quiet restaurant that was outside the town limits. Perhaps if I had been paying better attention to the road instead of trying to listen so intently to Vanessa’s stories, I would have seen the piece of broken heavy metal lying in the road before it was too late.
My car lurched, and the engine stopped almost immediately. The metal in the road had ripped open the side of one of my tires, along with what looked like a serious problem with the engine, if the oil slick was anything to go by! …. I had barely managed to get the car onto the side of the road before it came shuddering to a halt. Switching off the engine, I sat shaking for a moment before we looked at each other. We were both shocked but relieved. Vanessa and I got out of the car. The road was quiet; there were no other vehicles on it from either direction. I began looking around, thinking to myself that of all the places for the car to break down, it had to be where there was no one around! Both Vanessa and I got back in the car and locked the doors.
I looked at Vanessa, who smiled and said,
"Don't worry, I’m sure someone will be along shortly and will help!”
I rummaged around in my purse to find my phone. Pulling it out, my face must have gone pale, my smile disappearing off of it.
"Of all the times to have no reception!" I screamed out! before shoving it frustratingly back into my purse.
“I left mine at the hotel as well!”
Just at that, a set of headlights came around behind us before pulling into the road in front of us. It was a large minibus, and a guy in a uniform got out and walked back to our car. He was white, in his forties, and had cropped, tidy, black hair and a friendly smile. So I assumed it was safe and rolled down my window a couple of inches as he came around to the driver's side of the car.
"Good evening, you lovely ladies. I saw the skid marks weaving all over the road and wondered if you needed any help or assistance, or perhaps I could offer the two of you a lift."
I was reluctant to leave the safety of the car; however, we both looked at one another and sort of agreed without saying anything. So Vanessa and I decided to take the nice man's offer of a lift. I could arrange a breakdown truck when we got to the next place or town, where we could get phone service. I locked the doors of the car. The man, who introduced himself as Mike, escorted us as we walked toward the bus. Just as we were about to board the bus, I noticed that it had the name of one of the other nearby towns, the school football teams, painted on the side. I didn't think much about it until we boarded the bus and saw who the other occupants were. The bus was full of very athletic-looking athletes, and they were all young black youths.
"I’m sure we can depend on the friendly driver, Mike, for protection. He wouldn’t have asked us aboard if he felt we were in any danger."
After a few miles, we started talking to the guys around us and found out they were on their way to a big game that weekend. Like myself, Vanessa was sitting beside one of them, and I quickly glanced sideways at the very tall black youth that she now shared the seat with. In the darkened interior of the bus, details were hard to make out. I risked another glance at Vanessa and noticed she was whispering into her youth's ear, and whatever it was, she was saying he liked it as he grinned ear to ear.
Vanessa was enjoying herself, going by the sounds coming from that area of the bus. I caught a glimpse of his big black hand sliding up her inner thigh. I almost stopped breathing; surely she wasn’t going to allow the young man to go any further, and if so, what would she do if I did the same? I knew my pussycat was getting wetter by the minute. At the thought of what may be about to happen, I was certain it was going to happen, as I felt my young man’s hand move quickly but smoothly up my inner thigh until his fingers began to stroke my sensitive clitoral area through my soaked pants. Vanessa was by now kissing her man full on the lips, so I knew she too wasn’t going to let things end there!
His big hand was now sliding up and down her thigh, while his friend did similar to me, causing my arousal to increase, and when he nuzzled into my neck, I knew I was about to be fucked, but by how many black cocks, I had no honest idea! Vanessa was moaning, meaning I knew exactly where her young man’s hand was, and her moans were soon met with my own as the young man sitting beside me had taken his chance to make his move and had found his way inside my slick pussy with a couple of fingers probing the innermost depths of my wet cunt! My clitoral area was rock hard already—achingly so! Again, I turned my head to see where Vanessa had permitted her new ‘friend’ to go and watched excitedly as I could see her skirt had been rucked up, revealing her shaved pussy, while her legs were spread wide, the black stockings clearly showing, while contrasting with her white thighs and his big black hands.
Her new friend’s hand was busily and frequently shoving several fingers in and out of her wet snatch quickly; his other hand was working at removing her dress to reveal her tits to all around, who were now watching eagerly at events unfolding. Her head slipped back against the seat headrest, and her dress slid off, revealing her red bra-covered tits and her silky, smooth white skin for everyone to see. Her new lover's hands were all over her, and his fingers were still flashing in and out of her dripping, wet cunt at a furious rate. Her moans were getting louder, and her panting was arriving at the ‘I'm going to come’ stage rapidly. Soon her bra disappeared as well, revealing her beautifully sculpted tits with fully erect nipples straining straight out in front of her heaving tits. Her new lover dipped his head and latched onto one of them, drawing a loud gasp from Vanessa as he started to chew and nibble on them in turn.
My clitoral area was throbbing at the tough attention my new friend was administering to my pussycat, and my swollen lips were being aroused somewhat seriously as his fingers delved in and out at an ever-increasing pace. I adjusted my seating and found I had opened myself up even more, allowing him to penetrate even further with those wickedly long, hard fingers. While moving, I caught another glimpse of my friend's predicament. Her nipples were by now almost twice the size they had been at the start of his attentions to them, and she was panting furiously as he sucked, twisted, pulled, bit, and nuzzled on both of those big, erect nipples and slapped her tits hard, which she seemed to like telling him to “Slap the fuckers harder. I love them being played with roughly."
Her new lover was only too happy to oblige, as were several onlookers, and she soon had several pairs of hands mauling on them. Her red dress lay in a heap around her hips, and her bra now lay on the floor of the bus until one of the younger guys lifted it and shoved it into his pocket, laughing as he did so.
My attention was abruptly brought back to me as the fingers that had been buried in my wet cunt were rapidly approaching my first miniature orgasm. I quickly readjusted my seating position, allowing my new lover easier access to my charms and pulling my dress out of the way. In doing so, I revealed my suspender-clad stocking legs, my dress top gaped open, and my bra was being quickly and expertly removed to reveal my tits for these new studs to enjoy. I felt a shiver of excitement flush through my body as I realized both of us were about to get a seriously hard fucking from multiple black cocks. I felt hands pull my dress up over my head, and soon I was like my friend Vanessa, naked but for the stockings, suspenders, and stilettos. I was by now gasping and grunting as loud as Vanessa was as hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of it with youthful lust driving them on.
I heard Vanessa cry out as her body was taken over by her orgasm, the first of many that night. I looked over to see that one guy had moved in front of her, his joggers pulled down around his ankles, and a huge black snake of a cock was waving around in front of Vanessa’s face. It was bloody huge! It must have been ten inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. Even in the dim light, punctuated by the occasional street light, I could see Vanessa's eyes open wide as she took hold of that awesome black cock in both hands, stroking them along the shaft a few times.
"Oooh, fuck, it’s beautiful!” She moaned loudly.
Moments later, I watched as her mouth opened, and she took the large, swollen head in first, then started to slide its length into her mouth, using her hands to guide it in. As he did that, the original guy, who had been finger-fucking her in earnest, was now nuzzling his face in her sex, his head moving around between her legs, eating her pussycat. The huge cock in her mouth was muffling the moans somewhat, but even with so much cock in her mouth, I could still hear her moans of pleasure from around his thick shaft, which was now giving her a serious face fucking. I could even hear her gagging and spluttering on several occasions as he shoved it down her throat.
“Um-mph! ugh, um-mph!” The noise kept coming.
Followed by even more wet slurping sounds as his cock was shoved in and out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, my guy had managed to shove most of his fingers up my cunt and was vigorously fingering me, which did make me pay more attention to my desires than to my friends at that moment. His face appeared in front of me, and I opened my mouth to receive the kiss that was coming, and his tongue shot between my teeth and started probing my mouth. God, it seemed huge! As he probed around in my mouth with that long snake-like tongue, one of his hands was by now giving my tits a good fondling, to the point I was grunting around his tongue as he did so. I was by now in no way attempting to dissuade him, and indeed, I was wiggling around desperate for a cock to fill my dripping cunt as soon as possible!
I moaned softly again when I felt a mouth attach itself to one of my aching tits, sucking eagerly on it before starting to nibble, chew, and pull on the nipple with its teeth, causing amazing sensations to flutter throughout my body. I laid back as the guy who had been kissing me broke away, and I looked down on a dark head that was feasting on both my tits extremely well! So much so that I was being driven rapidly to a very high state of arousal, one that I was enjoying immensely.
A loud cry from across the bus aisle made me look over at my friend, who was now straddling the guy who I had seen with his cock out, sliding it in and out of her mouth and throat, sitting on the bench seat with that monster sticking straight up in the air and Vanessa with about half of it buried in her cunt already! And a thought flashed through my head of what a filthy black cock slut my friend was, just like me, and now she was about to find out how much we were alike.
Her new lover had a grip on her waist and was pulling her down onto that shaft on every thrust, as more and more of that huge, thick black shaft disappeared inside her married chest. I caught a glimpse of her body shaking, her head thrown back, and a cry of pure lust coming from her as she came, and hard! However, I didn't have time to watch any longer as the guy who had been working on shoving his tongue down my throat was pulling my legs wide to allow him to slide that tongue that was bigger than some cocks I had seen into my flooded love hole! When his mouth and tongue hit my clitoral area, I just exploded, with unbelievable sensations shooting through me.
“Oh fuck YES! YES….YEEEESSSSS!” I cried out.
Wave after wave of miniature climaxes rippled through my body; after so many I lost count, the guy stood up grinning and, without a word, dropped his shorts and exposed a cock to match Vanessa’s friend's one! I licked my lips eagerly as I realized my pussycat was going to get yet another big black cock workout. Oh, how John, my husband, will love hearing about this experience!
My envy at my friend's specimen disappeared as I realized this one was going to do the same to my pussy as the one that was tearing up my friend's cunt at that precise moment. All my envy, jealousy, and lust for what she was getting disappeared as he started rubbing that monstrous cock all over my married pussy, covering my shaved pussy with my own and his leaking pre-cum juices.
Then he grabbed the backs of my knees, forcing them up and apart, exposing my cunt in preparation for his cock. I looked down as his cock started to inch ever so slowly into my cunt. My cunt felt as if it were being ripped open as he slid a few inches into me. My mouth opened in a gasp, but nothing came out—just an ‘oomph’ sound. Oh god, it felt good again as he plumbed the depths of my pussy where even my husband had never been. Only my black-cocked lovers could fill me the way I was being filled, exactly as I liked it—big, black, hard, and thick!
“Go on, fuck me with that big black cock!” I yelled and grunted loudly.
“That’s it, fuck me good and hard, you big cocked bastard!”
“Go on, fucking fuck me! Fuck me! Fucking fuck me like the tramp I am!”
I could hear myself screaming at him as his cock plunged deeper into my married cunt, fucking me like the slut, the whore, cheap two-bit tramp I had become only a few months ago now. God, it felt so good.
By now, I had heard Vanessa cum several times, each time as hard as the one before. Her moans and yells echoed around the bus as she got fucked good and proper by her lover. I could also hear loud, wet slurping sounds and realized she was also sucking on even more black cock. My friend, who had, as far as I knew, only been with her husband, like I had until I found black cocks far more satisfying, was obviously not as inexperienced with them as I had thought.
I realized we did have something more in common than our friendship: an obvious desire, lust, and love for well-endowed black men, especially if they came with huge black cocks like these!
My center of attention quickly returned to the big black cock buried in my cunt as my lover started to pump me good and hard, just the way I like it. It was so far up inside me that I could feel it banging against my stomach walls; it was buried balls deep, his shaft deep inside, past my cervix, and deeply embedded in my womb. Every thrust let me know how deep that cock was inside me. Every thrust forced more secretions out onto the bus seat, passing the thick shaft inside my cunt and spraying onto the seat as he fucked me.
“Don't you fucking dare stop fucking me like that, you big black bastard!”
“Right there, that's it! don't stop keep going Harder! fucking fuck me, you cunt!”
“Come on, you fucker, I want your cum deep inside me. Go on, fill my married cunt with your fucking cum!”
"God, I love this cock — your cock! More, I want more!”
I was looking straight into his eyes as he buried that telegraph pole of a cock into me. His face grinned as he knew he was stretching my married white pussycat, like only superior black cocks can.
I had my arms around his neck, and I lusted for more of it. Every trust seemed to find another inch to probe, and as my insides were filled to the max, I was whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat as he drilled, pounded, pummeled, and screwed me, generally fucking the shit out of me.
As I felt his heavy black balls slap my ass one more time, I lost it and came like never before. One moment I was riding the wave of euphoria, and next I was gone, blacked out, and shaking as the biggest orgasm hit me.
I lost all control; my arms went limp, my legs went limp, my whole body went limp, and my pussycat felt like it had exploded. I had never cum like that in my life; it lasted for a while, and I must have come too, as he was still fucking me despite my ragdoll actions as he did. He just leaned into me, his legs spread and bent at the knees, as this slut of a white woman, a married white woman, melted, wriggling and bucking around on his big black cock. He had a huge smile on his face just before he lent back, pushed into the balls one more time, and emptied a fucking huge load into my belly! Shot after shot hit my insides like fireworks going off inside me; each shot seemed to splatter around inside my womb.
“Go on, get it fucking into you, you slutty bitch!” He grunted
“Take it all, you slut!! Fucking drain my balls, you married white bitch!”
Finally, after what seemed like ages, he pulled his cock out of my ravaged hole with a loud and resounding ‘plop’ Then, taking my hands, he wrapped them around his cock, held them there, and allowed the last remnants to ooze out over his large, swollen knobhead, down the shaft, and over my hands, covering my wedding, engagement, and eternity rings in his young baby batter! If my husband, John, could have seen that, he would have come on the spot. It was so sordid, and to watch his wife being taken by this young stud, I knew it would have rocked his boat.
His balls emptied, and he stood aside, but not before he had taken his cock and wiped it all over my face, smearing my makeup with trails of cum and my juices that were over his cock. He laughed and said,
“That's the first one tonight, bitch; there's plenty more for you both! "You'll both be black cock-loving married white sluts!"
Oh, how well he knew me anyway, and by the sounds of it, Vanessa. He laughed even more, and louder, as he stepped away.
As I had been cumming, Vanessa, unbeknownst to me, watched as my huge orgasm hit me, cumming all over the black cock buried inside of me. As she was being moved to allow a new cock to take the first guy's place, she thought of what their husbands might think if they could see them there and then. The thought of both of them being severely fucked by lots of black cocks was extremely stimulating to her, and she began to slide down onto the next cock with a renewed desire, a lust that needed feeding, and the way it was going that would be successfully found this evening.
For the next hour, each of us was repeatedly fucked by several of the bus's occupants. Sometimes we had a cock in our cunts, one in our mouths, and one in our pussies, and on several occasions, we were triple-teamed, one in our asses, cunt, and mouth. These young studs fucked us married sluts like the cheap whores we were.
Cum was flying all over the place, landing in us as well as on us. It was on the bus floor, with seats all over the place, and I’m sure we both lost count of the number of black cocks that fucked us in every hole possible. But god, was it good!
However, eventually, the bus drew up and stopped, where we were unceremoniously dumped at a shady-looking street corner. We had to get dressed quickly; obviously, we were now minus pants and bras. As we departed that bus, we thanked everyone before getting off and thanked Mike the driver for his kindness; he had just smiled and winked at us both. We stood at the side of the road as he and the players drove off, the young men waving our pants and bras at us from the windows. It was a good thing the street was empty of pedestrians, or anyone watching would have had no problem knowing what we had been doing on that bus!
Thinking everything was okay now, we looked around to find a taxi that would hopefully take us home. We found a taxi office and used the restroom to clean ourselves up as best we could. Cum freely running down our inner thighs from our ravaged pussies, proof of the fuckings we had already received. When we re-entered the office, a large black man was standing, who smiled and said,
"Are you two ladies ready then?”
before making his way out to the cab and standing at the curbside. I climbed into the rear seat and gingerly sat down; my pussycat still ached, throbbing heavily at the abuse it had received on the bus. Neither of us had any idea what was about to happen, but to say we got what we deserved was an understatement!
The guy driving the taxi was chatting with us when we left the town. We had been dropped off some thirty miles from home. He told us his name was Leroy, and when he told us he had a proposition for us, we looked at each other and grinned! We knew it could only be a sexual one, as we still both reeked of sex. He suggested we go to a hotel and get cleaned up, saying he knew a local one that would let us get showered and rest for a few hours if we wanted. Vanessa and I giggled and nodded to each other before telling Leroy we would like that if he could arrange it.
“Sure thing, ladies, anything to help a couple of lovely ladies like yourselves!”
Leroy got on the phone, and we heard him say he would arrive there in about ten minutes, which we duly did. He took us into reception, where the tall, thin black guy behind the desk was introduced as his friend, Mr. Steel. He then smiled at him and said, We could use room thirteen. Walking along beside us, he took us to the room, where we found towels and all the shampoo and conditioner we could want already laid out on the two full-size beds for us.
He disappeared, saying he would be back shortly once he had sorted something out. So we both took turns showering and cleaning ourselves up. Not that we should have bothered! As we sat on the beds, we started chatting about what had happened on the bus. Vanessa asked me how long I had been getting fucked by black cocks', and I said about three to four months, telling her about Adam and the initial sex right up to what had just happened. Vanessa smiled and said she had been doing it for years and that her husband was very eager for her to do so. He had become her cuckold, just like John was mine. We both laughed and agreed that we both couldn’t get enough of black cocks and that it was a case of the bigger the cocks, the better the experience, the orgasms, and the fulfilled feeling we got from them compared to our husband's cocks.
It was then that something happened that I had never expected. Vanessa leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. To begin with, I was taken aback, but I soon began to respond in kind, and before I knew it, we were in a full-on necking session. Hands roaming all over each other's tits, fingers probing already sensitive pussies, and moaning like a couple of cheap, dirty video tarts!
My nipples were harder than I could ever remember them being, and with a woman at that!, our damp bodies began sliding over each other until we broke apart, briefly looked at each other, and Vanessa slid down my body, kissing my tits, my nipples, my stomach, and my inner thighs, until I gasped loudly as her tongue snaked between my spread legs and my overly sensitive clitoral area! I came! Immediately, I just shuddered and came! It was so amazing that I grabbed her head and held it tightly in place.
“Oh god! Oh, my fucking God! Don't stop, don’t you dare stop!” I screamed.
“Oh Jesus, eat my fucking pussy, you filthy cow! Eat me now!”
I was panting like never before as my best friend ate me out. A woman was licking, sucking, and feasting on my cunt, where only men had before. I loved it; every sordid minute of it shook my senses to the core, let me tell you. As I lay there, legs held wide, pussycats gaping open, and my friend's head between my legs, I thought to myself, Every woman should experience this; it’s just out of this world. As I lay there for the next twenty or so minutes, I bucked, wriggled, and experienced multiple orgasms ripping through my body one after the other, until I lay exhausted, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. Then, just when I thought the evening couldn’t get any better, there was a knock at the door.
Vanessa got up and covered herself with one of the robes in the room. I hastily threw the other one on and tried to straighten the bed we had used just moments before. When she opened the door, there was Leroy, and the other guy from the reception, Mr. Steel, was standing in front of Leroy. Behind them were four of the biggest black men I had ever seen. My nipples were instantly erect, swollen, sore, and extremely sensitive as they brushed the terry cotton of the robe.
Mr. Steel, the reception guy, entered the room, gesturing for the four guys to enter. Once they had entered the room, he stepped back out, muttering something like “These are your fucking sluts now; use them as you wish!”
As he rushed off, I didn’t know, but he was doing so for a reason — one I found out about upon my return home! My husband had the video evidence, and we were watching the whole sordid, filthy video together in bed as I stroked his cock for him. The sneaky little bastard had hidden video cameras set up in that room specifically for these situations. The note he sent with my husband's package of the DVD said "To Pam’s husband from my video selection. Your black cock hungry slut of a wife Enjoy!"
I hear you asking how he got my email address. Well, simply put, Leroy asked for it after the first night. This part went on from Friday night until Sunday, so I suggested we let my husband know Vanessa and I had changed plans and were away for the weekend! He of course used it to let him know how big a slut we both were. Not that John was bothered; he had plenty of wanking material, didn’t he?
The four big men wasted no time. They soon had both of us in their arms, kissing and groping our bodies, and soon we were naked as our robes were hastily removed.
All of this was captured on the hidden cameras (as I was now seeing alongside my cuckolded husband, John). They recorded everything from Friday night until Sunday, when we were taken back home.
Each of those four men fucked us in every single hole, time and time again. We were made to eat each other's pussies out, to clean, and to prepare them for these studs regularly throughout the weekend. That was my first time eating out with another woman, but I can assure you it certainly won't be the last. I sucked her toes and ate her cum-filled pussy until she came all over my face. Then I grabbed her head, shoved it down onto my pussycat, and ordered her "Lick that pussy..you filthy bitch! Go on, clean all that black seed out of me, you cheap whore!”
Just when I, or rather, we thought it was slowing down and our pussies would get time to recover. On a Saturday night, two more black men joined us, and they too fucked us in all of our holes. We were so full of black cum that it was running down our legs; our stomachs had so much cum in them that we couldn’t eat or drink anything else. Our asses were stretched to their limit, and our cunts were fucked until we were able to take two black cocks at a time, even the size of theirs, up our cunts without any problem.
This is where the additional incident happened. One of the guys made a phone call sometime on Saturday, and a tattoo artist arrived, and he gave both Vanessa and me a set of tattoos! We had black aces tattooed on our mounds, and the word black cum slut’ was tattooed just under mine! And just above hers! God, how I knew John would love it.
Vanessa's tattoo shows the queen of black cock tattoos, and mine shows both! Wow, just amazing!
On Sunday, we were taken back home by Leroy. He dropped us on the corner of our street in the clothes we had set out in on Friday late afternoon, now looking decidedly bedraggled, covered in cum stains, clearly obvious to anyone who may have walked by, and the fact that when we were kicked out of Leroy’s cab, we could hardly walk straight.
We were sore from the absolute pounding and fucking we had received. I just prayed, but no one came out and asked us where we had been. Luckily, no one did. Vanessa got cleaned up, borrowed a dress and clothing from me, and disposed of hers and my clothing in a bin bag to be deposited elsewhere! She got a taxi back to the hotel; my car was still in the garage after having been recovered. And my husband wasn’t yet home when we arrived or after Vanessa left.
I had a long, heavy sigh and said to myself, ‘Thank God for that'. I wasn’t sure whether he would have liked to see the mess I was in with cum stains all over my body, face, and hair. A long soak in the bath, a shower after washing myself to ensure it was washed out of my hair, and a short but pleasing rest before John returned from work did wonders; despite being tired, I greeted him with a smile. Only for him to drag me upstairs to our bed and throw me onto it before pulling his pants down, shoving his hard but smaller than I was now used to cock into my ravaged cunt, and fucking me as hard as he could till he came inside me.
Once he came, he climbed off, said you need to see this, and switched the TV and DVD player on. As he did, he picked up the note that had accompanied the DVD I was now watching, and he read it to me. ‘To Pam’s husband from my video selection your black cock hungry slut of a wife Enjoy!' as I sat open-mouthed watching the screen. That takes us to where we are now, with his cock in my hand and the screen on the TV showing the DVD recording that little bastard made of us!
It was my husband who said “I wonder how many of these DVDs there are. If they are selling them on the open market you could be found out!”
Instead of being scared, I was immensely aroused and bent over to suck his slimy cock, moaning softly as I did. He came bucket-loads into my mouth. For more than a while, he must have been thinking along the same lines. As I licked the last few drops of cum from my more than happy hubby, the scene on the TV showed me face down on one of the two large beds, a red garter belt on (supplied for me to wear!) stockings laddered and cum stained, and a pair of red stilettos hanging off my feet! while my ravaged ass and pussycat were on full display as the camera zoomed in, spunk oozing from both holes, down my thighs, my ass cheeks, and all over the bed sheets. There are thick blobs everywhere. But when I lifted my hand with the wedding ring, engagement ring, and eternity ring covered in their cum and licked it clean, I heard my husband John groan, and his cock twitched again in my hand, and he came over with the very same hand and my rings. I lifted it to my mouth, looked him in the eyes, and licked the same ones clean for him too.
Oh God, what is going to happen next? I wondered. But I can’t help myself; I’m just too much of a big black cock-loving slut of a housewife, a teacher, and a husband cuckolder now to care! But he loves it, and so do I. Oh God, so do I!
This is the sixth part of the continuing story of my teacher wife Pam and I and our experiences. As this story suggests, it contains cuckolded husbands, promiscuous wives, lesbians, and interracial sex along with anal, oral, and straight sex, all between consenting adults, all over eighteen, and all done with all partners' acceptances. So again, if it’s not your thing, don’t read it!
Pam stepped out of the shower and patted her shapely body dry with the large, soft bath towel. She momentarily gazed at her reflection in the large bathroom mirrors as she finished drying the water from her beautiful body. Her shoulder-length hair was piled up on top of her head, under a shower cap, to keep it from getting wet during her shower. I loved my wife, Pam, and she loved me; we did, however, have a great secret from our work colleagues, as you are all aware.
I watched and admired her figure, my cock getting hard at the thought of recent events and hoping I would be in luck soon. I could see her eyes in the mirror. Oh man, those eyes were like large, inviting pools that shone brightly, especially when she became excited. Her full lips held out the promise of soft kisses and long nights of passion. Her face was one of stunning beauty. Her skin is smooth, soft, and white. Her well-formed breasts were hers and my source of pride; they were just so pretty!
I watched from the bed as Pam removed the shower cap from her head and shook her head a couple of times before picking up a brush and combing her long hair to remove any tangles there might have been. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in the nude. She admired her shaved pussy with its little landing strip, which had started to grow back in after her recent fun on holiday and was beginning to be visible again in the bathroom mirror.
Pam laid the brush down and went into the bedroom to get dressed as soon as she was sure that her hair was positioned properly. As I lay watching her, I knew that if her regular stud Adam had been able to see into the bathroom, he would have appreciated his personal little slut’s beautiful long legs and shapely bottom. Her body was a sex machine that she had finally allowed Adam, her big, cocked black stud, to use to its full potential. She and I did not know it at that precise moment, but a new and exciting part of her new secret slut life was about to happen, one that she and I, as her husband John, would seriously enjoy.
Pam opened one of her dresser drawers and selected her lingerie. Plain white silk pants, a matching white frilled suspender belt, a matching silk frilled edged brassiere, and a pair of black seamed stockings. She slipped the silk garments on with practiced ease. A tastefully stylish, tight-fitting black dress that hugged her voluptuous figure and matching patent stiletto heels completed her ensemble. She applied a little eye makeup, put on a light coating of lip gloss, hooked a gold chain with her St. Christopher pendant around her neck, and threaded a pair of gold earrings on, matching her shiny gold wedding, engagement, and eternity rings. Pam then picked up her purse and went down the stairs to the living room. I lay listening to her get ready to go meet a long-time school friend, Vanessa, whilst I was heading out to work. My job as a fireman meant long, unsociable hours, but I am very supportive of her in her life as a school teacher, wife, and also as my slut for big black cocks. A development in our relationship that seemed to make us even closer to one another.
She had made her last-minute checks; I could hear her do them, just to make sure that everything was in its proper place, before she turned out the light, went out the front door, and locked it. I heard Pam pull her car out of the garage onto the drive, finally reversing out onto the street. I knew her friend Vanessa was married to a guy that Pam did not care for, so I was pleased it was just the two of them.
It was Friday night, and Vanessa would not have to return until the beginning of the week as she had a long weekend off. Pam had told me she hoped that this weekend would be like old times for the two of them. Now this is where my wife takes over, explaining what happened to me upon her return after what turned out to be a weekend away. I also received a package a day after she left that arrived before she got home, so this is not only her story but the story as told by the guy DVD I received, showing her and Vanessa being gang-bang-fucked on the bus as well as her oral story of what happened after the bus.
I hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
When I arrived at my friend's hotel, she wasn’t fully ready, so I decided to have a drink in the hotel bar while I waited. I was a bit miffed that my friend wasn’t ready, but I thought I would play safe and ordered a soda when the bartender asked me what my pleasure was.
I sipped quietly on the drink as I thought about the friendship that I had had with Vanessa, one we had shared all through school and college together. When Vanessa, my friend, did arrive, she was dressed in a red minidress that emphasized her slim and attractive figure. She wore dark stockings and high-heeled shoes as well.
I admired how my good friend was still a tall, thin blonde, just as beautiful as when she was a teenager. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the hotel to head out and enjoy a meal at a quiet restaurant that was outside the town limits. Perhaps if I had been paying better attention to the road instead of trying to listen so intently to Vanessa’s stories, I would have seen the piece of broken heavy metal lying in the road before it was too late.
My car lurched, and the engine stopped almost immediately. The metal in the road had ripped open the side of one of my tires, along with what looked like a serious problem with the engine, if the oil slick was anything to go by! …. I had barely managed to get the car onto the side of the road before it came shuddering to a halt. Switching off the engine, I sat shaking for a moment before we looked at each other. We were both shocked but relieved. Vanessa and I got out of the car. The road was quiet; there were no other vehicles on it from either direction. I began looking around, thinking to myself that of all the places for the car to break down, it had to be where there was no one around! Both Vanessa and I got back in the car and locked the doors.
I looked at Vanessa, who smiled and said,
"Don't worry, I’m sure someone will be along shortly and will help!”
I rummaged around in my purse to find my phone. Pulling it out, my face must have gone pale, my smile disappearing off of it.
"Of all the times to have no reception!" I screamed out! before shoving it frustratingly back into my purse.
“I left mine at the hotel as well!”
Just at that, a set of headlights came around behind us before pulling into the road in front of us. It was a large minibus, and a guy in a uniform got out and walked back to our car. He was white, in his forties, and had cropped, tidy, black hair and a friendly smile. So I assumed it was safe and rolled down my window a couple of inches as he came around to the driver's side of the car.
"Good evening, you lovely ladies. I saw the skid marks weaving all over the road and wondered if you needed any help or assistance, or perhaps I could offer the two of you a lift."
I was reluctant to leave the safety of the car; however, we both looked at one another and sort of agreed without saying anything. So Vanessa and I decided to take the nice man's offer of a lift. I could arrange a breakdown truck when we got to the next place or town, where we could get phone service. I locked the doors of the car. The man, who introduced himself as Mike, escorted us as we walked toward the bus. Just as we were about to board the bus, I noticed that it had the name of one of the other nearby towns, the school football teams, painted on the side. I didn't think much about it until we boarded the bus and saw who the other occupants were. The bus was full of very athletic-looking athletes, and they were all young black youths.
"I’m sure we can depend on the friendly driver, Mike, for protection. He wouldn’t have asked us aboard if he felt we were in any danger."
After a few miles, we started talking to the guys around us and found out they were on their way to a big game that weekend. Like myself, Vanessa was sitting beside one of them, and I quickly glanced sideways at the very tall black youth that she now shared the seat with. In the darkened interior of the bus, details were hard to make out. I risked another glance at Vanessa and noticed she was whispering into her youth's ear, and whatever it was, she was saying he liked it as he grinned ear to ear.
Vanessa was enjoying herself, going by the sounds coming from that area of the bus. I caught a glimpse of his big black hand sliding up her inner thigh. I almost stopped breathing; surely she wasn’t going to allow the young man to go any further, and if so, what would she do if I did the same? I knew my pussycat was getting wetter by the minute. At the thought of what may be about to happen, I was certain it was going to happen, as I felt my young man’s hand move quickly but smoothly up my inner thigh until his fingers began to stroke my sensitive clitoral area through my soaked pants. Vanessa was by now kissing her man full on the lips, so I knew she too wasn’t going to let things end there!
His big hand was now sliding up and down her thigh, while his friend did similar to me, causing my arousal to increase, and when he nuzzled into my neck, I knew I was about to be fucked, but by how many black cocks, I had no honest idea! Vanessa was moaning, meaning I knew exactly where her young man’s hand was, and her moans were soon met with my own as the young man sitting beside me had taken his chance to make his move and had found his way inside my slick pussy with a couple of fingers probing the innermost depths of my wet cunt! My clitoral area was rock hard already—achingly so! Again, I turned my head to see where Vanessa had permitted her new ‘friend’ to go and watched excitedly as I could see her skirt had been rucked up, revealing her shaved pussy, while her legs were spread wide, the black stockings clearly showing, while contrasting with her white thighs and his big black hands.
Her new friend’s hand was busily and frequently shoving several fingers in and out of her wet snatch quickly; his other hand was working at removing her dress to reveal her tits to all around, who were now watching eagerly at events unfolding. Her head slipped back against the seat headrest, and her dress slid off, revealing her red bra-covered tits and her silky, smooth white skin for everyone to see. Her new lover's hands were all over her, and his fingers were still flashing in and out of her dripping, wet cunt at a furious rate. Her moans were getting louder, and her panting was arriving at the ‘I'm going to come’ stage rapidly. Soon her bra disappeared as well, revealing her beautifully sculpted tits with fully erect nipples straining straight out in front of her heaving tits. Her new lover dipped his head and latched onto one of them, drawing a loud gasp from Vanessa as he started to chew and nibble on them in turn.
My clitoral area was throbbing at the tough attention my new friend was administering to my pussycat, and my swollen lips were being aroused somewhat seriously as his fingers delved in and out at an ever-increasing pace. I adjusted my seating and found I had opened myself up even more, allowing him to penetrate even further with those wickedly long, hard fingers. While moving, I caught another glimpse of my friend's predicament. Her nipples were by now almost twice the size they had been at the start of his attentions to them, and she was panting furiously as he sucked, twisted, pulled, bit, and nuzzled on both of those big, erect nipples and slapped her tits hard, which she seemed to like telling him to “Slap the fuckers harder. I love them being played with roughly."
Her new lover was only too happy to oblige, as were several onlookers, and she soon had several pairs of hands mauling on them. Her red dress lay in a heap around her hips, and her bra now lay on the floor of the bus until one of the younger guys lifted it and shoved it into his pocket, laughing as he did so.
My attention was abruptly brought back to me as the fingers that had been buried in my wet cunt were rapidly approaching my first miniature orgasm. I quickly readjusted my seating position, allowing my new lover easier access to my charms and pulling my dress out of the way. In doing so, I revealed my suspender-clad stocking legs, my dress top gaped open, and my bra was being quickly and expertly removed to reveal my tits for these new studs to enjoy. I felt a shiver of excitement flush through my body as I realized both of us were about to get a seriously hard fucking from multiple black cocks. I felt hands pull my dress up over my head, and soon I was like my friend Vanessa, naked but for the stockings, suspenders, and stilettos. I was by now gasping and grunting as loud as Vanessa was as hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of it with youthful lust driving them on.
I heard Vanessa cry out as her body was taken over by her orgasm, the first of many that night. I looked over to see that one guy had moved in front of her, his joggers pulled down around his ankles, and a huge black snake of a cock was waving around in front of Vanessa’s face. It was bloody huge! It must have been ten inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. Even in the dim light, punctuated by the occasional street light, I could see Vanessa's eyes open wide as she took hold of that awesome black cock in both hands, stroking them along the shaft a few times.
"Oooh, fuck, it’s beautiful!” She moaned loudly.
Moments later, I watched as her mouth opened, and she took the large, swollen head in first, then started to slide its length into her mouth, using her hands to guide it in. As he did that, the original guy, who had been finger-fucking her in earnest, was now nuzzling his face in her sex, his head moving around between her legs, eating her pussycat. The huge cock in her mouth was muffling the moans somewhat, but even with so much cock in her mouth, I could still hear her moans of pleasure from around his thick shaft, which was now giving her a serious face fucking. I could even hear her gagging and spluttering on several occasions as he shoved it down her throat.
“Um-mph! ugh, um-mph!” The noise kept coming.
Followed by even more wet slurping sounds as his cock was shoved in and out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, my guy had managed to shove most of his fingers up my cunt and was vigorously fingering me, which did make me pay more attention to my desires than to my friends at that moment. His face appeared in front of me, and I opened my mouth to receive the kiss that was coming, and his tongue shot between my teeth and started probing my mouth. God, it seemed huge! As he probed around in my mouth with that long snake-like tongue, one of his hands was by now giving my tits a good fondling, to the point I was grunting around his tongue as he did so. I was by now in no way attempting to dissuade him, and indeed, I was wiggling around desperate for a cock to fill my dripping cunt as soon as possible!
I moaned softly again when I felt a mouth attach itself to one of my aching tits, sucking eagerly on it before starting to nibble, chew, and pull on the nipple with its teeth, causing amazing sensations to flutter throughout my body. I laid back as the guy who had been kissing me broke away, and I looked down on a dark head that was feasting on both my tits extremely well! So much so that I was being driven rapidly to a very high state of arousal, one that I was enjoying immensely.
A loud cry from across the bus aisle made me look over at my friend, who was now straddling the guy who I had seen with his cock out, sliding it in and out of her mouth and throat, sitting on the bench seat with that monster sticking straight up in the air and Vanessa with about half of it buried in her cunt already! And a thought flashed through my head of what a filthy black cock slut my friend was, just like me, and now she was about to find out how much we were alike.
Her new lover had a grip on her waist and was pulling her down onto that shaft on every thrust, as more and more of that huge, thick black shaft disappeared inside her married chest. I caught a glimpse of her body shaking, her head thrown back, and a cry of pure lust coming from her as she came, and hard! However, I didn't have time to watch any longer as the guy who had been working on shoving his tongue down my throat was pulling my legs wide to allow him to slide that tongue that was bigger than some cocks I had seen into my flooded love hole! When his mouth and tongue hit my clitoral area, I just exploded, with unbelievable sensations shooting through me.
“Oh fuck YES! YES….YEEEESSSSS!” I cried out.
Wave after wave of miniature climaxes rippled through my body; after so many I lost count, the guy stood up grinning and, without a word, dropped his shorts and exposed a cock to match Vanessa’s friend's one! I licked my lips eagerly as I realized my pussycat was going to get yet another big black cock workout. Oh, how John, my husband, will love hearing about this experience!
My envy at my friend's specimen disappeared as I realized this one was going to do the same to my pussy as the one that was tearing up my friend's cunt at that precise moment. All my envy, jealousy, and lust for what she was getting disappeared as he started rubbing that monstrous cock all over my married pussy, covering my shaved pussy with my own and his leaking pre-cum juices.
Then he grabbed the backs of my knees, forcing them up and apart, exposing my cunt in preparation for his cock. I looked down as his cock started to inch ever so slowly into my cunt. My cunt felt as if it were being ripped open as he slid a few inches into me. My mouth opened in a gasp, but nothing came out—just an ‘oomph’ sound. Oh god, it felt good again as he plumbed the depths of my pussy where even my husband had never been. Only my black-cocked lovers could fill me the way I was being filled, exactly as I liked it—big, black, hard, and thick!
“Go on, fuck me with that big black cock!” I yelled and grunted loudly.
“That’s it, fuck me good and hard, you big cocked bastard!”
“Go on, fucking fuck me! Fuck me! Fucking fuck me like the tramp I am!”
I could hear myself screaming at him as his cock plunged deeper into my married cunt, fucking me like the slut, the whore, cheap two-bit tramp I had become only a few months ago now. God, it felt so good.
By now, I had heard Vanessa cum several times, each time as hard as the one before. Her moans and yells echoed around the bus as she got fucked good and proper by her lover. I could also hear loud, wet slurping sounds and realized she was also sucking on even more black cock. My friend, who had, as far as I knew, only been with her husband, like I had until I found black cocks far more satisfying, was obviously not as inexperienced with them as I had thought.
I realized we did have something more in common than our friendship: an obvious desire, lust, and love for well-endowed black men, especially if they came with huge black cocks like these!
My center of attention quickly returned to the big black cock buried in my cunt as my lover started to pump me good and hard, just the way I like it. It was so far up inside me that I could feel it banging against my stomach walls; it was buried balls deep, his shaft deep inside, past my cervix, and deeply embedded in my womb. Every thrust let me know how deep that cock was inside me. Every thrust forced more secretions out onto the bus seat, passing the thick shaft inside my cunt and spraying onto the seat as he fucked me.
“Don't you fucking dare stop fucking me like that, you big black bastard!”
“Right there, that's it! don't stop keep going Harder! fucking fuck me, you cunt!”
“Come on, you fucker, I want your cum deep inside me. Go on, fill my married cunt with your fucking cum!”
"God, I love this cock — your cock! More, I want more!”
I was looking straight into his eyes as he buried that telegraph pole of a cock into me. His face grinned as he knew he was stretching my married white pussycat, like only superior black cocks can.
I had my arms around his neck, and I lusted for more of it. Every trust seemed to find another inch to probe, and as my insides were filled to the max, I was whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat as he drilled, pounded, pummeled, and screwed me, generally fucking the shit out of me.
As I felt his heavy black balls slap my ass one more time, I lost it and came like never before. One moment I was riding the wave of euphoria, and next I was gone, blacked out, and shaking as the biggest orgasm hit me.
I lost all control; my arms went limp, my legs went limp, my whole body went limp, and my pussycat felt like it had exploded. I had never cum like that in my life; it lasted for a while, and I must have come too, as he was still fucking me despite my ragdoll actions as he did. He just leaned into me, his legs spread and bent at the knees, as this slut of a white woman, a married white woman, melted, wriggling and bucking around on his big black cock. He had a huge smile on his face just before he lent back, pushed into the balls one more time, and emptied a fucking huge load into my belly! Shot after shot hit my insides like fireworks going off inside me; each shot seemed to splatter around inside my womb.
“Go on, get it fucking into you, you slutty bitch!” He grunted
“Take it all, you slut!! Fucking drain my balls, you married white bitch!”
Finally, after what seemed like ages, he pulled his cock out of my ravaged hole with a loud and resounding ‘plop’ Then, taking my hands, he wrapped them around his cock, held them there, and allowed the last remnants to ooze out over his large, swollen knobhead, down the shaft, and over my hands, covering my wedding, engagement, and eternity rings in his young baby batter! If my husband, John, could have seen that, he would have come on the spot. It was so sordid, and to watch his wife being taken by this young stud, I knew it would have rocked his boat.
His balls emptied, and he stood aside, but not before he had taken his cock and wiped it all over my face, smearing my makeup with trails of cum and my juices that were over his cock. He laughed and said,
“That's the first one tonight, bitch; there's plenty more for you both! "You'll both be black cock-loving married white sluts!"
Oh, how well he knew me anyway, and by the sounds of it, Vanessa. He laughed even more, and louder, as he stepped away.
As I had been cumming, Vanessa, unbeknownst to me, watched as my huge orgasm hit me, cumming all over the black cock buried inside of me. As she was being moved to allow a new cock to take the first guy's place, she thought of what their husbands might think if they could see them there and then. The thought of both of them being severely fucked by lots of black cocks was extremely stimulating to her, and she began to slide down onto the next cock with a renewed desire, a lust that needed feeding, and the way it was going that would be successfully found this evening.
For the next hour, each of us was repeatedly fucked by several of the bus's occupants. Sometimes we had a cock in our cunts, one in our mouths, and one in our pussies, and on several occasions, we were triple-teamed, one in our asses, cunt, and mouth. These young studs fucked us married sluts like the cheap whores we were.
Cum was flying all over the place, landing in us as well as on us. It was on the bus floor, with seats all over the place, and I’m sure we both lost count of the number of black cocks that fucked us in every hole possible. But god, was it good!
However, eventually, the bus drew up and stopped, where we were unceremoniously dumped at a shady-looking street corner. We had to get dressed quickly; obviously, we were now minus pants and bras. As we departed that bus, we thanked everyone before getting off and thanked Mike the driver for his kindness; he had just smiled and winked at us both. We stood at the side of the road as he and the players drove off, the young men waving our pants and bras at us from the windows. It was a good thing the street was empty of pedestrians, or anyone watching would have had no problem knowing what we had been doing on that bus!
Thinking everything was okay now, we looked around to find a taxi that would hopefully take us home. We found a taxi office and used the restroom to clean ourselves up as best we could. Cum freely running down our inner thighs from our ravaged pussies, proof of the fuckings we had already received. When we re-entered the office, a large black man was standing, who smiled and said,
"Are you two ladies ready then?”
before making his way out to the cab and standing at the curbside. I climbed into the rear seat and gingerly sat down; my pussycat still ached, throbbing heavily at the abuse it had received on the bus. Neither of us had any idea what was about to happen, but to say we got what we deserved was an understatement!
The guy driving the taxi was chatting with us when we left the town. We had been dropped off some thirty miles from home. He told us his name was Leroy, and when he told us he had a proposition for us, we looked at each other and grinned! We knew it could only be a sexual one, as we still both reeked of sex. He suggested we go to a hotel and get cleaned up, saying he knew a local one that would let us get showered and rest for a few hours if we wanted. Vanessa and I giggled and nodded to each other before telling Leroy we would like that if he could arrange it.
“Sure thing, ladies, anything to help a couple of lovely ladies like yourselves!”
Leroy got on the phone, and we heard him say he would arrive there in about ten minutes, which we duly did. He took us into reception, where the tall, thin black guy behind the desk was introduced as his friend, Mr. Steel. He then smiled at him and said, We could use room thirteen. Walking along beside us, he took us to the room, where we found towels and all the shampoo and conditioner we could want already laid out on the two full-size beds for us.
He disappeared, saying he would be back shortly once he had sorted something out. So we both took turns showering and cleaning ourselves up. Not that we should have bothered! As we sat on the beds, we started chatting about what had happened on the bus. Vanessa asked me how long I had been getting fucked by black cocks', and I said about three to four months, telling her about Adam and the initial sex right up to what had just happened. Vanessa smiled and said she had been doing it for years and that her husband was very eager for her to do so. He had become her cuckold, just like John was mine. We both laughed and agreed that we both couldn’t get enough of black cocks and that it was a case of the bigger the cocks, the better the experience, the orgasms, and the fulfilled feeling we got from them compared to our husband's cocks.
It was then that something happened that I had never expected. Vanessa leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. To begin with, I was taken aback, but I soon began to respond in kind, and before I knew it, we were in a full-on necking session. Hands roaming all over each other's tits, fingers probing already sensitive pussies, and moaning like a couple of cheap, dirty video tarts!
My nipples were harder than I could ever remember them being, and with a woman at that!, our damp bodies began sliding over each other until we broke apart, briefly looked at each other, and Vanessa slid down my body, kissing my tits, my nipples, my stomach, and my inner thighs, until I gasped loudly as her tongue snaked between my spread legs and my overly sensitive clitoral area! I came! Immediately, I just shuddered and came! It was so amazing that I grabbed her head and held it tightly in place.
“Oh god! Oh, my fucking God! Don't stop, don’t you dare stop!” I screamed.
“Oh Jesus, eat my fucking pussy, you filthy cow! Eat me now!”
I was panting like never before as my best friend ate me out. A woman was licking, sucking, and feasting on my cunt, where only men had before. I loved it; every sordid minute of it shook my senses to the core, let me tell you. As I lay there, legs held wide, pussycats gaping open, and my friend's head between my legs, I thought to myself, Every woman should experience this; it’s just out of this world. As I lay there for the next twenty or so minutes, I bucked, wriggled, and experienced multiple orgasms ripping through my body one after the other, until I lay exhausted, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. Then, just when I thought the evening couldn’t get any better, there was a knock at the door.
Vanessa got up and covered herself with one of the robes in the room. I hastily threw the other one on and tried to straighten the bed we had used just moments before. When she opened the door, there was Leroy, and the other guy from the reception, Mr. Steel, was standing in front of Leroy. Behind them were four of the biggest black men I had ever seen. My nipples were instantly erect, swollen, sore, and extremely sensitive as they brushed the terry cotton of the robe.
Mr. Steel, the reception guy, entered the room, gesturing for the four guys to enter. Once they had entered the room, he stepped back out, muttering something like “These are your fucking sluts now; use them as you wish!”
As he rushed off, I didn’t know, but he was doing so for a reason — one I found out about upon my return home! My husband had the video evidence, and we were watching the whole sordid, filthy video together in bed as I stroked his cock for him. The sneaky little bastard had hidden video cameras set up in that room specifically for these situations. The note he sent with my husband's package of the DVD said "To Pam’s husband from my video selection. Your black cock hungry slut of a wife Enjoy!"
I hear you asking how he got my email address. Well, simply put, Leroy asked for it after the first night. This part went on from Friday night until Sunday, so I suggested we let my husband know Vanessa and I had changed plans and were away for the weekend! He of course used it to let him know how big a slut we both were. Not that John was bothered; he had plenty of wanking material, didn’t he?
The four big men wasted no time. They soon had both of us in their arms, kissing and groping our bodies, and soon we were naked as our robes were hastily removed.
All of this was captured on the hidden cameras (as I was now seeing alongside my cuckolded husband, John). They recorded everything from Friday night until Sunday, when we were taken back home.
Each of those four men fucked us in every single hole, time and time again. We were made to eat each other's pussies out, to clean, and to prepare them for these studs regularly throughout the weekend. That was my first time eating out with another woman, but I can assure you it certainly won't be the last. I sucked her toes and ate her cum-filled pussy until she came all over my face. Then I grabbed her head, shoved it down onto my pussycat, and ordered her "Lick that pussy..you filthy bitch! Go on, clean all that black seed out of me, you cheap whore!”
Just when I, or rather, we thought it was slowing down and our pussies would get time to recover. On a Saturday night, two more black men joined us, and they too fucked us in all of our holes. We were so full of black cum that it was running down our legs; our stomachs had so much cum in them that we couldn’t eat or drink anything else. Our asses were stretched to their limit, and our cunts were fucked until we were able to take two black cocks at a time, even the size of theirs, up our cunts without any problem.
This is where the additional incident happened. One of the guys made a phone call sometime on Saturday, and a tattoo artist arrived, and he gave both Vanessa and me a set of tattoos! We had black aces tattooed on our mounds, and the word black cum slut’ was tattooed just under mine! And just above hers! God, how I knew John would love it.
Vanessa's tattoo shows the queen of black cock tattoos, and mine shows both! Wow, just amazing!
On Sunday, we were taken back home by Leroy. He dropped us on the corner of our street in the clothes we had set out in on Friday late afternoon, now looking decidedly bedraggled, covered in cum stains, clearly obvious to anyone who may have walked by, and the fact that when we were kicked out of Leroy’s cab, we could hardly walk straight.
We were sore from the absolute pounding and fucking we had received. I just prayed, but no one came out and asked us where we had been. Luckily, no one did. Vanessa got cleaned up, borrowed a dress and clothing from me, and disposed of hers and my clothing in a bin bag to be deposited elsewhere! She got a taxi back to the hotel; my car was still in the garage after having been recovered. And my husband wasn’t yet home when we arrived or after Vanessa left.
I had a long, heavy sigh and said to myself, ‘Thank God for that'. I wasn’t sure whether he would have liked to see the mess I was in with cum stains all over my body, face, and hair. A long soak in the bath, a shower after washing myself to ensure it was washed out of my hair, and a short but pleasing rest before John returned from work did wonders; despite being tired, I greeted him with a smile. Only for him to drag me upstairs to our bed and throw me onto it before pulling his pants down, shoving his hard but smaller than I was now used to cock into my ravaged cunt, and fucking me as hard as he could till he came inside me.
Once he came, he climbed off, said you need to see this, and switched the TV and DVD player on. As he did, he picked up the note that had accompanied the DVD I was now watching, and he read it to me. ‘To Pam’s husband from my video selection your black cock hungry slut of a wife Enjoy!' as I sat open-mouthed watching the screen. That takes us to where we are now, with his cock in my hand and the screen on the TV showing the DVD recording that little bastard made of us!
It was my husband who said “I wonder how many of these DVDs there are. If they are selling them on the open market you could be found out!”
Instead of being scared, I was immensely aroused and bent over to suck his slimy cock, moaning softly as I did. He came bucket-loads into my mouth. For more than a while, he must have been thinking along the same lines. As I licked the last few drops of cum from my more than happy hubby, the scene on the TV showed me face down on one of the two large beds, a red garter belt on (supplied for me to wear!) stockings laddered and cum stained, and a pair of red stilettos hanging off my feet! while my ravaged ass and pussycat were on full display as the camera zoomed in, spunk oozing from both holes, down my thighs, my ass cheeks, and all over the bed sheets. There are thick blobs everywhere. But when I lifted my hand with the wedding ring, engagement ring, and eternity ring covered in their cum and licked it clean, I heard my husband John groan, and his cock twitched again in my hand, and he came over with the very same hand and my rings. I lifted it to my mouth, looked him in the eyes, and licked the same ones clean for him too.
Oh God, what is going to happen next? I wondered. But I can’t help myself; I’m just too much of a big black cock-loving slut of a housewife, a teacher, and a husband cuckolder now to care! But he loves it, and so do I. Oh God, so do I!
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