Amy couldn’t help smiling as she watched her ********’ face light up.
“Oh my God, oh my God… this is soooo cool! I knew you’d say yes, mother! I knew you couldn’t resist… trust me, it’ll be the best thing you ever do. You’ll never go back, it’ll be one long sexual rollercoaster from now on, trust me! Oh God, I’m so excited for you!”
“There’s something you’re forgetting…” Amy said.
“What… oooooh! Oh wow, yeah, that… you cheating means… I get to cheat again too!”
“Seems like I kinda failed poor Mike, didn’t I?” Amy said. Jessica just grinned wickedly.
“I don’t think that matters too much right now, Mum,” she chuckled. “The most important thing is you are going to have the best sex of your life!”
“Earlier today was pretty good, I thought,” Amy said, remembering how amazing the feeling of the woman’s fist inside her had been.
“Yeah, but… this is a black guy fucking you… this is next level. I mean, I like girls, you obviously like girls… but having a big stud fuck you, just letting yourself be dominated by an alpha male with a cock the size of a nightstick…. Oh God, I’m so fucking wet right now just thinking about it!”
“You’re not the only one, dear,” Amy admitted.
“Let me go ring him right now,” Jessica said, reaching for her phone.
“No… not today, I know… I want to do it, but I’m really tired! I’m not used to having so many orgasms like I did… I still feel all tingly and… nice…”
“Oh, you’re right, we want you to be 100 percent for Mr Banks, I want your first time to be perfect!”
“So do I… I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about him…”
They chatted for a bit longer and agreed that Amy would come back the next day and take Mr Banks in Jessica’s very own marital bed. Things, as ever, don’t go to plan in life, so it turned out that Mr Banks had gone out of town until the weekend. Amy would have to wait.
Those few days felt like an eternity. Amy realised that this was something she wanted really badly, so badly that the minutes seemed like hours and the days felt like months. She felt like her body was growling at her all the time, grumbling that it was being denied all these new pleasurable sensations she’d been discovering. She felt irritable and restless all the time, tossing and turning in her sleep.
Her husband tried to placate her, but as he was entirely ******* of her problem and would have had a heart attack had he known, her mood continued. The day finally dawned and the sense of relief was palpable. She ushered her husband out the door to his office as quick as she could and then rushed up to her bathroom. She stripped, admiring her naked body in the mirror. She looked… different somehow. Radiant, like she looked as excited as she felt or something. She put on the sluttiest of the outfits she’d bought with Jessica, making sure as much flesh was on show as possible… and then tossed the knickers in the bin.
“I won’t be needing those ever again,” she said to herself, chuckling. The act felt liberating and her pussy quivered with excitement. The drive seemed longer than usual, every red light or traffic delay annoying her more than ever before, but it wasn’t actually that long before she was standing outside Jessica’s large house, hammering on the doorbell, frantic to be let in and for everything to begin. She wanted to do this before she lost her nerve, feeling that, if she did so, she’d always look back and wonder what might have been.
“Mrs Cranshaw?” a deep voice startled her from behind. She spun, hand on her chest, to see Mr Banks… but it wasn’t him. It was a younger, fitter version of him.
“Oh, you must be…”
“Hello, ma’am, I’m Marcel… Mr Banks’ son.”
“Oh, yes, of course… sorry, um, pleased to meet you,” Amy said, collecting herself and extending her hand. The young man took it and, to her surprise, raised it to his lips.
“A pleasure to meet you,” he said.
“Er… yes,” she said. Marcel laughed.
“Sorry, I do that with older women, it kinda freaks them out to have a young guy like me behave like some medieval chivalric knight or something. My *** says hello, by the way, but he’s stuck on the highway. Car trouble…”
“Oh… Oh no…” Amy blurted. “But… does that mean he can’t…”
Amy stopped herself. She was about to admit to the man’s son that he was going booked in to fuck her brains out!
“He can’t what?”
“Er… no, forget I said that. It… it’s nothing,” Amy said, fumbling with her keys. “I… I should get going.”
As she walked back down the steps to her car, Marcel coughed.
“Where are you going, Mrs Cranshaw?”
“I… I don’t know why I came over here. It… tell Jess I’ll talk to her later…”
“I know why you came over here, Mrs C,” Marcel smirked. Amy looked back up at him, his arms folded across his broad chest. “You came here so my *** could fuck you.”
Amy’s jaw dropped. “No… that’s not… it isn’t like that…”
“...but he’s not here, so… he told me to do the job for him.”
“Wha… you? But… you’re so… young. I can’t…”
“Bullshit. I’m going to stretch your fucking pussy out and make you scream my name over and over again, Mrs C… and you gon’ beg me for more. You gon’ beg for me to fuck you every fuckin’ day because you’re going to become a slut for big, black dick…”
“Oh my God…” Amy said as the young man came down the steps, standing right in front of her.
“Now… get your fucking ass up into that bedroom and prepare to get FUCKED!”
Something inside her wanted to push this brutish young man away, to get back into her car and drive… but that something wasn’t as forceful and dominant as it had once been.
Instead her pussy quivered with excitement and she merely said: “Yes, sir... “
“That’s better. Now, get… actually, no…” Marcel said, changing his mind. “I’ve got something better planned for you, Mrs C… strip.”
“What?”
“I said… take all your fucking clothes off. Now.”
“But… someone might see me…”
“So fucking what?”
“I… yes, sir,” she said and began to take off her clothes. She was wearing one of the less conservative numbers she’d bought recently, but even so, wearing something was more conservative than what she was now - stark naked in the middle of a well-to-do suburban area. The big house was set back from the road, but the front was still in plain view to anyone passing by.
“Now… get on your knees and start sucking!” Marcel said, thrusting down his pants and exposing a cock that made Amy’s pussy gush with excitement and her jaw drop in wonder. It was, if anything, longer and thicker than his father’s… and she knew she couldn’t resist it.
“Yes… yes!” she gasped, falling to her knees, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the gravel on her bare skin and enveloped the giant mushroom head with her mouth. She realised that this was the first cock other than her husband’s she had done this to… and that realisation sparked a thrill of pleasure inside her. She moaned, swirling her tongue around the head of the monstrous penis, sucking and licking at it while letting her hands play up and down the stiff shaft.
“You got to work on your game, Mrs C,” Marcel said, placing one strong hand on the back of her head. “Gotta… get… more of it… in your mouth!”
As he said this, he pushed her head down, forcing his monster cock deeper. She gagged and choked, but tried her best to let him thrust into her throat. It was too much for her, though. Pulling away, she gasped as long strings of saliva drooped between her mouth and the slick, veiny prick.
“Good try,” Marcel said, “...but we can do better. I know you won’t be able to take it all… but let’s go for half. Practice makes perfect…”
“Yes… I need… I want to do it for you, Marcel,” Amy said in a daze, eyes fixed on the shaft before shoving it back into her mouth. She wanted every inch of it buried in her throat, but the size of the thing… it was an impossible task until she’d learned how to control her reactions better. Later, she thought… definitely later.
“There you go!” Marcel said, encouraging her as 7 inches of his enormous cock were lodged in her. “Yeah, that’s better, let me fuck that face a little… then we can get down to the real business…”
Amy had her hands behind her back while Marcel grabbed hold of her head with both of his meaty claws, pulling her throat down onto his stiff cock. She tried to control her gag reflex, to let him just slide in and use her throat as a fuck hole… but it was too difficult. She could feel like she was getting better at it… but allowing him to stuff every inch in and out like it was her pussy was something she was a long way from being able to do.
She gasped, dragging air into her lungs as he withdrew, spit and saliva strands dangling from his slick shaft, spilling down her chin and onto her breast.
“Now… bend over the hood of your car and spread those legs,” Marcel said, grasping the root of his member and eyeing her up. She just nodded and obeyed instinctively, pressing her front to the warm metal of her car’s bonnet. She couldn’t see him, her body presented to her new lover, completely at his mercy.
Then a tongue flicked her pussy and she knew what he was doing. She groaned as he began to eat her out. The strange woman from the sex shop was an expert, but for a male - and one so young - Marcel showed some definitely talent, his long tongue dragging up and down her slit before his mouth fastened on her clit, teasing her and causing her to shudder with delight. She moaned over and over about how good it was and she could feel her orgasm brewing quickly, gyrating her hips into his face as he devoured her womanhood.
Then, as she was coming close to climax, he stopped, eliciting a groan of frustration. She wiggled her posterior at him, but he didn’t respond. She felt the agony of the unknown, wanting something, anything to happen… but time just ticked by, her excitement dripping down her thighs in anticipation.
“Beg for it.”
She didn’t have to ask what he meant. She knew and wanted it. She’s have begged anyway, probably. An image of herself from a few weeks before, so prim and proper, so conservative… and now, bent over the hood of her car, completely exposed to her new black lover and to anyone walking by… begging for to have a strange man’s cock thrust into her pussy.
Her cheating, slutty, hotwife pussy.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, so excited she felt her chest might burst. “FUCK ME! I need your fucking BLACK COCK in my whore pussy… in my WHORE CUNT!”
“Damn, woman, you hot for this,” she heard Marcel laugh.
“Damn right… so fucking give it to me… I’m a fucking whore, cheating on my husband with teenage fucking boys… treat me like one. Stretch my fucking cunt out and fucking FUCK MEEEE!”
“Your wish, milady…” he said and she felt the bulbous head spreading her labia.
“Oh God… just fuck me… I can’t wait any longer, I’m so fucking HORNY!”
She felt it press slowly against her, opening her up, so agonisingly close to being inside her.
“Once I’m in you, that’s it, girl,” he said, softly. “Your life is changed forever, you realise? You never gonna want to go back to hubby… or any other white man… ever again.”
“GOOD!” she growled. “Fuck my pathetic, limp-dicked husband! I’m your’s, Marcel… your’s and your ***’s and … and I’ll be the fucktoy of any big-dicked black stud! Just fu---aaaaaahhhhhhh fuuuuuck god yes!”
She screamed as he suddenly pushed hard, his cock entering her body easily, much more easily than she’d expected. Her wetness was absolute, allowing his massive member easy access to her vagina. More male flesh was inside her body now than had ever been before and yet she knew there was so, so much more cock left to go. She knew that barely half of his fuckstick was stretching her out … and this was still dwarfing her useless husband’s tiny dicklet.
She could feel the big… lump of cock filling her pussy up and yet so much was still left to be thrust deep into her. She could feel it throbbing inside her body, the walls of her stretched cunt clinging to the big invader… as it slowly started moving out of her, the spongy walls of her vagina greedily clinging to the cock, not wanting to relinquish their hold on the veiny surface of the dick.
“Ughhh,” she grunted as he thrust slowly into her, again and again, fucking her slowly, letting her get used to the sheer size of this invader. She wanted it harder, though. Wanted her breath to be forced out of her lungs with each brutal stab into her pussy. Most of all… she wanted all of it inside her, to feel this beautiful man’s beautiful young cock completely enveloped by her body, his balls pressing against her hard. She wanted him completely, utterly inside.
“So good…” she moaned as he started to slip more of his cock. “I can’t… can’t believe… how good… how good it is.”
She was being slowly opened up, bits of her that had never felt the touch of a man now gleefully accepting it. His pace began to pick up and each stroke seemed to push more into her. She threw her head back, panting, slurring her words as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Amy could feel the orgasm bubbling away, ready to explode at any moment.
“Oh Jesus,” she squealed as he gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him… and she felt something nudge her cervix, a slight twinge of unpleasantness overridden by the fact that it was accompanied by his balls pressing against her skin. She’d taken it all.
She came hard, Marcel not even moving inside her. It was the realisation that she’d accepted every inch of that superior black cock that triggered her explosion. Her pussy spasmed, her body bucked and writhed on the sun-warmed metal, her hands clawed at the air as her orgasm blasted through her.
Then he began to fuck her. Properly fuck her. No more slow, gentle sex… his strokes were brutal, his growls deep and bestial. He was dominating her, her womanhood being stretched and pounded with no regard for anything except their mutual pleasure. She screamed, unable to control herself as pleasure soared, a second orgasm already imminent. As it broke, she lost all feeling in her legs for a moment, only the muscular male pounding the everloving shit out of her keeping Amy from collapsing to the floor.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she pounded weakly on the hood of the car with her fists, the feelings surging through her almost impossible in their intensity.
“How you… unnngh… like black cock… now, huh, SLUT?” he roared, hammering into her body with decisive strokes.
“I… aaahhhhh… I FUCKING LOVE IT!” she managed to bellow.
“This… just the fucking START!” he cackled, grabbing her hair and pulling her up towards him. She squealed as the pain of the hair-pulling mingled with the incredible pleasure emanating from her loins. “I’m going to fuck you all the time now, bitch, whenever I fucking want to! And so’s my ***… and his friends… and my fucking friends… and Jessica’s friends… and they’re all black, woman! ALL BLACK! How you like that, huh? How… you… fucking… like… that… WHORE?”
“YEEEEESSSSSSS!!!” Amy screamed at the top of her voice, cumming again so hard she was seeing stars. Her body was trembling like crazy, like she had a nervous disorder.
“THEN TAKE MY FUCKING CUM! TAKE IT! FUCKING… GRRRRR TAAAAKKKE IITTTTT!””” Marcel roared and she gasped as he grew even bigger inside her… and she knew his cum was splattering her cervix, erupting in her womb, coating the inside of her uterus…
...and she wasn’t on the pill! She’d not taken it for over a decade… and now a young black stud was pumping his seed into her!
The orgasm that followed came at the height of the previous one, sudden and totally unexpected. It was so powerful, she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was on Jessica’s sofa, naked and covered with a thin blanket.
“Looks like you had fun today, Mum!” her ******** said from across the room. Flanking her were Marcel and his father, both naked and both sporting their prodigious erect cocks. Amy groaned and sat up, feeling sperm oozing from her pussy onto the sofa. She wondered if Jessica’s husband would notice the stain… but found she didn’t care.
“Yes…” she slurred. “Yes, it was… incredible. Thank you, Marcel… I can never repay you.”
“Ha, you think we’re done?” Marcel laughed. “Jess, tell your slut whore mother to get her ass up to the bedroom. She’s gon’ get it from TWO black cocks now!”
“Oh my God…” Amy gasped… and felt a surge of energy wake her from her lethargic state. “Oh fuck yes! YES!” she squealed.
Less than a minute later, she was on her back on Jessica’s marital bed, Mr Banks hulking form looming over her. Her legs were spread wide, inviting him into her most precious place… and he wasn’t going to refuse such an invitation. Despite everything, she felt more alive and energised than ever as the gigantic meat slid easily into her freshly fucked pussy. She gasped at the now-familiar, wonderful stretching feeling as the foot-long cock pushed all the way up into her body, so smoothly it was as if it was a natural thing for a woman to take 12-or-so inches of black dick… which, of course, for her ****** it now was.
“Jesus… wow…” she couldn’t help but exclaim as she felt both the bulbous head press against her cervix and his large balls squashing against her naked skin simultaneously.
“Always knew you could take it, ma’am,” Mr Banks grinned.
“You can… oooh… thank your son for that!” Amy smiled dreamily, enjoying the immensely satisfying feeling of having her entire twat filled with cock.
“You ready for my cock now, huh?” he said.
“I… yes, more than ready… fuck me, Mr Banks… fuck me good…”
And he did. It was different to how it had been with Marcel. That had been exciting in so many new ways, but this was equally good, just… different. Perhaps it was him being older, her own age… but they shared something a little more intimate than with Marcel. As he stroked his cock in and out, their lips met and it was more making love than raw sex.
“God, this is soooo hot, Marcel,” Amy vaguely heard Jessica say. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. Marcel, pound me hard. I need your fucking cock right now!”
A flash of jealousy went through Amy’s mind - Marcel was HER lover, it was HER black cock her ******** wanted… but she almost laughed at the absurdity of that thought. After all, there was plenty of cock in this room for both… and she knew Jessica wouldn’t let this be the end of Amy’s adventure… and then she was too busy having a powerful orgasm to care about the fact Jessica was now on the bed with her, screaming herself as Marcel fucked her hard.
“Aaah! Fuck! Oooooh! Unnnngh!” Amy grunted and screamed as her body writhed underneath her lover. “Oh, Mr… Mr Banks… I love your cock! Godfuckingdamn, it feels so gooood!!!”
Amy squealed with surprise and delight as, suddenly, Mr Banks stood, bringing her with him, cock still fully embedded in her and began to fuck the married woman standing up, her legs bouncing and flailing as he ruthlessly drove his cock into her cunt.
“Fuck! Haha, oh my God, this is awesome!” she laughed in between grunts of pleasure. “You’re such a stud, lover!”
His hands were grabbing her butt, her arms were around his shoulders and her lips were locked with his, a perfect union of two people in a completely unconventional, marriage-shattering way. She heard Jessica screaming that she was cumming and this drove her into her own mindblowing climax, her second already from Mr Banks. She knew there would be many, many more to come today alone.
As she came, he began to whisper in her ear. “What would hubby think of seeing you like this?”
“Fuck him! I don’t….aaaaahhhh… care! Jesus FUCK!”
“You a good little wife then, huh?”
“NO! Not… not now… ooooohhhh shiiiiit… I’m a fucking… fucking whore! For black cocks!”
“Damn right!” he bellowed and, somehow, increased the pact of his thrusts. The two collapsed back onto the bed, Amy on top and she went wild, doing all the work now, hammering her pussy up and down on his thick shaft, grinding herself against him with every inch of his cock buried inside her before slipping all of it back out… and then slamming all of it back in.
Her back arched and she screamed as a third climax tore her apart. At the same precise second she came, Mr Banks roared and she knew he was exploding inside her, a second load of potent seed being dumped in her womb. She fell on top of him, both of them panting with the exertion of their wild fucking… and she realised he was still hard inside her.
Her eyes went wide when he started moving in and out of her again. He grinned. “Round Two, bitch…”
She screamed as a fourth orgasm blew her mind, the virility of this stud sending her immediately over the edge.
Two hours later, the four of them lay exhausted on the bed, limbs splayed everywhere, all four unable to move.
“Wow…” was all Amy could say. She’d been fucked by both Marcel and Mr Banks multiple times and she wasn’t quite sure how many sperm lords were floating about in her uterus. All she knew was that it felt good that they were. She should have been appalled, the mere chance of being knocked up by one of these men should have sent her screaming from the room…
...but the thought of being a mother again to an ‘extra-marital’ child sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined what her husband would say… and she didn’t care. She imagined what her friends would say… and she didn’t care.
“Fuck them all”, she thought. “If I get pregnant… GOOD!”
She felt Jessica roll over, her leg lying on Amy’s naked body, her left arm draped across her and her head nestled against her neck. She smiled, relishing the closeness she was sharing with her ******** - the fact it was following a veritable orgy was irrelevant. They were closer than they’d been for a while - she thought the marriage might take her ******** away, but in fact it had brought them closer.
“Well, you ladies done wore me out,” Mr Banks chuckled. Amy looked up to see him and Marcel both zipping up their pants. “I’ve got an appointment to trim Mrs Bedford’s bush… and no, that’s not a euphemism this time!”
“Shame,” Jess mumbled. “She’s pretty hot too…”
“Do you never stop thinking about sex, Jess?” Amy laughed.
“No… and you’ll be just like me now you’ve gone black, Mum,” Jess said, snuggling closer. Amy realised her ******** wanted to sleep and she was too tired to move. When in Rome…
They woke to the bedroom door slamming. Amy sat up, dislodging her ******** with a start.
“Mike! Oh my God… I can… I can explain!”
Jessica’s husband stood looking down at the two naked women, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Is that… is that sperm coming out of your vagina?” Mike said. Amy looked down, stupidly checking if there was indeed semen oozing out of her. Of course there was…
“Um… well…”
“Yeah,” Jess said sleepily. “Mr Banks and Marcel must have bust about four nuts each inside her today. It was awesome…”
“Jessica… no… what are you doing?”
Then Mike laughed. Amy’s head spun back round and she saw him, chuckling away, a big smile on his face. What the hell was going on here?
“Mike! What’s… why are you laughing? Look, I’m sorry I… I didn’t… I failed you. I couldn’t stop her from cheating and now… now I’m a cheat too…”
Mike sat down on the bed next to her… and to her shock, he reached between her legs, sliding two fingers inside her pussy!
“Mike, my god… what…”
But he silenced her by sticking two cum-soaked fingers in her mouth… and, involuntarily, she sucked them clean before he pulled them out again.
“I don’t… I’m very confused right now…” Amy said, looking between the smiling faces of her ******** and son-in-law.
“Well, it’s pretty simple really,” Mike said. “All that stuff I told you, my tears of woe and so on… all faked.”
“What? So… you…?”
“Yes, I never wanted you to stop my wife cheating. In fact, the whole point of this was to get YOU cheating too! Jess knows I find you almost irresistibly hot… so she came up with this plan to make you ‘go black’... and it seems to have worked.”
Amy was too shocked to speak.
“But… your marriage… I…”
“My marriage is built upon the fact that I WANT Jess to cheat! You might as well know that I am a shameless cuckold. I love it, I love being cuckolded, it gets me hard and, to be honest, not much else can. I just get such a kick out of watching her have such powerful orgasms fucking these black studs…”
“Wow… I never expected this…!”
“No, that was kind of the point…” Mike grinned. “Anyway, let me tell you about how this all started for me and Jess…”
“Oh my God, oh my God… this is soooo cool! I knew you’d say yes, mother! I knew you couldn’t resist… trust me, it’ll be the best thing you ever do. You’ll never go back, it’ll be one long sexual rollercoaster from now on, trust me! Oh God, I’m so excited for you!”
“There’s something you’re forgetting…” Amy said.
“What… oooooh! Oh wow, yeah, that… you cheating means… I get to cheat again too!”
“Seems like I kinda failed poor Mike, didn’t I?” Amy said. Jessica just grinned wickedly.
“I don’t think that matters too much right now, Mum,” she chuckled. “The most important thing is you are going to have the best sex of your life!”
“Earlier today was pretty good, I thought,” Amy said, remembering how amazing the feeling of the woman’s fist inside her had been.
“Yeah, but… this is a black guy fucking you… this is next level. I mean, I like girls, you obviously like girls… but having a big stud fuck you, just letting yourself be dominated by an alpha male with a cock the size of a nightstick…. Oh God, I’m so fucking wet right now just thinking about it!”
“You’re not the only one, dear,” Amy admitted.
“Let me go ring him right now,” Jessica said, reaching for her phone.
“No… not today, I know… I want to do it, but I’m really tired! I’m not used to having so many orgasms like I did… I still feel all tingly and… nice…”
“Oh, you’re right, we want you to be 100 percent for Mr Banks, I want your first time to be perfect!”
“So do I… I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about him…”
They chatted for a bit longer and agreed that Amy would come back the next day and take Mr Banks in Jessica’s very own marital bed. Things, as ever, don’t go to plan in life, so it turned out that Mr Banks had gone out of town until the weekend. Amy would have to wait.
Those few days felt like an eternity. Amy realised that this was something she wanted really badly, so badly that the minutes seemed like hours and the days felt like months. She felt like her body was growling at her all the time, grumbling that it was being denied all these new pleasurable sensations she’d been discovering. She felt irritable and restless all the time, tossing and turning in her sleep.
Her husband tried to placate her, but as he was entirely ******* of her problem and would have had a heart attack had he known, her mood continued. The day finally dawned and the sense of relief was palpable. She ushered her husband out the door to his office as quick as she could and then rushed up to her bathroom. She stripped, admiring her naked body in the mirror. She looked… different somehow. Radiant, like she looked as excited as she felt or something. She put on the sluttiest of the outfits she’d bought with Jessica, making sure as much flesh was on show as possible… and then tossed the knickers in the bin.
“I won’t be needing those ever again,” she said to herself, chuckling. The act felt liberating and her pussy quivered with excitement. The drive seemed longer than usual, every red light or traffic delay annoying her more than ever before, but it wasn’t actually that long before she was standing outside Jessica’s large house, hammering on the doorbell, frantic to be let in and for everything to begin. She wanted to do this before she lost her nerve, feeling that, if she did so, she’d always look back and wonder what might have been.
“Mrs Cranshaw?” a deep voice startled her from behind. She spun, hand on her chest, to see Mr Banks… but it wasn’t him. It was a younger, fitter version of him.
“Oh, you must be…”
“Hello, ma’am, I’m Marcel… Mr Banks’ son.”
“Oh, yes, of course… sorry, um, pleased to meet you,” Amy said, collecting herself and extending her hand. The young man took it and, to her surprise, raised it to his lips.
“A pleasure to meet you,” he said.
“Er… yes,” she said. Marcel laughed.
“Sorry, I do that with older women, it kinda freaks them out to have a young guy like me behave like some medieval chivalric knight or something. My *** says hello, by the way, but he’s stuck on the highway. Car trouble…”
“Oh… Oh no…” Amy blurted. “But… does that mean he can’t…”
Amy stopped herself. She was about to admit to the man’s son that he was going booked in to fuck her brains out!
“He can’t what?”
“Er… no, forget I said that. It… it’s nothing,” Amy said, fumbling with her keys. “I… I should get going.”
As she walked back down the steps to her car, Marcel coughed.
“Where are you going, Mrs Cranshaw?”
“I… I don’t know why I came over here. It… tell Jess I’ll talk to her later…”
“I know why you came over here, Mrs C,” Marcel smirked. Amy looked back up at him, his arms folded across his broad chest. “You came here so my *** could fuck you.”
Amy’s jaw dropped. “No… that’s not… it isn’t like that…”
“...but he’s not here, so… he told me to do the job for him.”
“Wha… you? But… you’re so… young. I can’t…”
“Bullshit. I’m going to stretch your fucking pussy out and make you scream my name over and over again, Mrs C… and you gon’ beg me for more. You gon’ beg for me to fuck you every fuckin’ day because you’re going to become a slut for big, black dick…”
“Oh my God…” Amy said as the young man came down the steps, standing right in front of her.
“Now… get your fucking ass up into that bedroom and prepare to get FUCKED!”
Something inside her wanted to push this brutish young man away, to get back into her car and drive… but that something wasn’t as forceful and dominant as it had once been.
Instead her pussy quivered with excitement and she merely said: “Yes, sir... “
“That’s better. Now, get… actually, no…” Marcel said, changing his mind. “I’ve got something better planned for you, Mrs C… strip.”
“What?”
“I said… take all your fucking clothes off. Now.”
“But… someone might see me…”
“So fucking what?”
“I… yes, sir,” she said and began to take off her clothes. She was wearing one of the less conservative numbers she’d bought recently, but even so, wearing something was more conservative than what she was now - stark naked in the middle of a well-to-do suburban area. The big house was set back from the road, but the front was still in plain view to anyone passing by.
“Now… get on your knees and start sucking!” Marcel said, thrusting down his pants and exposing a cock that made Amy’s pussy gush with excitement and her jaw drop in wonder. It was, if anything, longer and thicker than his father’s… and she knew she couldn’t resist it.
“Yes… yes!” she gasped, falling to her knees, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the gravel on her bare skin and enveloped the giant mushroom head with her mouth. She realised that this was the first cock other than her husband’s she had done this to… and that realisation sparked a thrill of pleasure inside her. She moaned, swirling her tongue around the head of the monstrous penis, sucking and licking at it while letting her hands play up and down the stiff shaft.
“You got to work on your game, Mrs C,” Marcel said, placing one strong hand on the back of her head. “Gotta… get… more of it… in your mouth!”
As he said this, he pushed her head down, forcing his monster cock deeper. She gagged and choked, but tried her best to let him thrust into her throat. It was too much for her, though. Pulling away, she gasped as long strings of saliva drooped between her mouth and the slick, veiny prick.
“Good try,” Marcel said, “...but we can do better. I know you won’t be able to take it all… but let’s go for half. Practice makes perfect…”
“Yes… I need… I want to do it for you, Marcel,” Amy said in a daze, eyes fixed on the shaft before shoving it back into her mouth. She wanted every inch of it buried in her throat, but the size of the thing… it was an impossible task until she’d learned how to control her reactions better. Later, she thought… definitely later.
“There you go!” Marcel said, encouraging her as 7 inches of his enormous cock were lodged in her. “Yeah, that’s better, let me fuck that face a little… then we can get down to the real business…”
Amy had her hands behind her back while Marcel grabbed hold of her head with both of his meaty claws, pulling her throat down onto his stiff cock. She tried to control her gag reflex, to let him just slide in and use her throat as a fuck hole… but it was too difficult. She could feel like she was getting better at it… but allowing him to stuff every inch in and out like it was her pussy was something she was a long way from being able to do.
She gasped, dragging air into her lungs as he withdrew, spit and saliva strands dangling from his slick shaft, spilling down her chin and onto her breast.
“Now… bend over the hood of your car and spread those legs,” Marcel said, grasping the root of his member and eyeing her up. She just nodded and obeyed instinctively, pressing her front to the warm metal of her car’s bonnet. She couldn’t see him, her body presented to her new lover, completely at his mercy.
Then a tongue flicked her pussy and she knew what he was doing. She groaned as he began to eat her out. The strange woman from the sex shop was an expert, but for a male - and one so young - Marcel showed some definitely talent, his long tongue dragging up and down her slit before his mouth fastened on her clit, teasing her and causing her to shudder with delight. She moaned over and over about how good it was and she could feel her orgasm brewing quickly, gyrating her hips into his face as he devoured her womanhood.
Then, as she was coming close to climax, he stopped, eliciting a groan of frustration. She wiggled her posterior at him, but he didn’t respond. She felt the agony of the unknown, wanting something, anything to happen… but time just ticked by, her excitement dripping down her thighs in anticipation.
“Beg for it.”
She didn’t have to ask what he meant. She knew and wanted it. She’s have begged anyway, probably. An image of herself from a few weeks before, so prim and proper, so conservative… and now, bent over the hood of her car, completely exposed to her new black lover and to anyone walking by… begging for to have a strange man’s cock thrust into her pussy.
Her cheating, slutty, hotwife pussy.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, so excited she felt her chest might burst. “FUCK ME! I need your fucking BLACK COCK in my whore pussy… in my WHORE CUNT!”
“Damn, woman, you hot for this,” she heard Marcel laugh.
“Damn right… so fucking give it to me… I’m a fucking whore, cheating on my husband with teenage fucking boys… treat me like one. Stretch my fucking cunt out and fucking FUCK MEEEE!”
“Your wish, milady…” he said and she felt the bulbous head spreading her labia.
“Oh God… just fuck me… I can’t wait any longer, I’m so fucking HORNY!”
She felt it press slowly against her, opening her up, so agonisingly close to being inside her.
“Once I’m in you, that’s it, girl,” he said, softly. “Your life is changed forever, you realise? You never gonna want to go back to hubby… or any other white man… ever again.”
“GOOD!” she growled. “Fuck my pathetic, limp-dicked husband! I’m your’s, Marcel… your’s and your ***’s and … and I’ll be the fucktoy of any big-dicked black stud! Just fu---aaaaaahhhhhhh fuuuuuck god yes!”
She screamed as he suddenly pushed hard, his cock entering her body easily, much more easily than she’d expected. Her wetness was absolute, allowing his massive member easy access to her vagina. More male flesh was inside her body now than had ever been before and yet she knew there was so, so much more cock left to go. She knew that barely half of his fuckstick was stretching her out … and this was still dwarfing her useless husband’s tiny dicklet.
She could feel the big… lump of cock filling her pussy up and yet so much was still left to be thrust deep into her. She could feel it throbbing inside her body, the walls of her stretched cunt clinging to the big invader… as it slowly started moving out of her, the spongy walls of her vagina greedily clinging to the cock, not wanting to relinquish their hold on the veiny surface of the dick.
“Ughhh,” she grunted as he thrust slowly into her, again and again, fucking her slowly, letting her get used to the sheer size of this invader. She wanted it harder, though. Wanted her breath to be forced out of her lungs with each brutal stab into her pussy. Most of all… she wanted all of it inside her, to feel this beautiful man’s beautiful young cock completely enveloped by her body, his balls pressing against her hard. She wanted him completely, utterly inside.
“So good…” she moaned as he started to slip more of his cock. “I can’t… can’t believe… how good… how good it is.”
She was being slowly opened up, bits of her that had never felt the touch of a man now gleefully accepting it. His pace began to pick up and each stroke seemed to push more into her. She threw her head back, panting, slurring her words as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Amy could feel the orgasm bubbling away, ready to explode at any moment.
“Oh Jesus,” she squealed as he gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him… and she felt something nudge her cervix, a slight twinge of unpleasantness overridden by the fact that it was accompanied by his balls pressing against her skin. She’d taken it all.
She came hard, Marcel not even moving inside her. It was the realisation that she’d accepted every inch of that superior black cock that triggered her explosion. Her pussy spasmed, her body bucked and writhed on the sun-warmed metal, her hands clawed at the air as her orgasm blasted through her.
Then he began to fuck her. Properly fuck her. No more slow, gentle sex… his strokes were brutal, his growls deep and bestial. He was dominating her, her womanhood being stretched and pounded with no regard for anything except their mutual pleasure. She screamed, unable to control herself as pleasure soared, a second orgasm already imminent. As it broke, she lost all feeling in her legs for a moment, only the muscular male pounding the everloving shit out of her keeping Amy from collapsing to the floor.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she pounded weakly on the hood of the car with her fists, the feelings surging through her almost impossible in their intensity.
“How you… unnngh… like black cock… now, huh, SLUT?” he roared, hammering into her body with decisive strokes.
“I… aaahhhhh… I FUCKING LOVE IT!” she managed to bellow.
“This… just the fucking START!” he cackled, grabbing her hair and pulling her up towards him. She squealed as the pain of the hair-pulling mingled with the incredible pleasure emanating from her loins. “I’m going to fuck you all the time now, bitch, whenever I fucking want to! And so’s my ***… and his friends… and my fucking friends… and Jessica’s friends… and they’re all black, woman! ALL BLACK! How you like that, huh? How… you… fucking… like… that… WHORE?”
“YEEEEESSSSSSS!!!” Amy screamed at the top of her voice, cumming again so hard she was seeing stars. Her body was trembling like crazy, like she had a nervous disorder.
“THEN TAKE MY FUCKING CUM! TAKE IT! FUCKING… GRRRRR TAAAAKKKE IITTTTT!””” Marcel roared and she gasped as he grew even bigger inside her… and she knew his cum was splattering her cervix, erupting in her womb, coating the inside of her uterus…
...and she wasn’t on the pill! She’d not taken it for over a decade… and now a young black stud was pumping his seed into her!
The orgasm that followed came at the height of the previous one, sudden and totally unexpected. It was so powerful, she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was on Jessica’s sofa, naked and covered with a thin blanket.
“Looks like you had fun today, Mum!” her ******** said from across the room. Flanking her were Marcel and his father, both naked and both sporting their prodigious erect cocks. Amy groaned and sat up, feeling sperm oozing from her pussy onto the sofa. She wondered if Jessica’s husband would notice the stain… but found she didn’t care.
“Yes…” she slurred. “Yes, it was… incredible. Thank you, Marcel… I can never repay you.”
“Ha, you think we’re done?” Marcel laughed. “Jess, tell your slut whore mother to get her ass up to the bedroom. She’s gon’ get it from TWO black cocks now!”
“Oh my God…” Amy gasped… and felt a surge of energy wake her from her lethargic state. “Oh fuck yes! YES!” she squealed.
Less than a minute later, she was on her back on Jessica’s marital bed, Mr Banks hulking form looming over her. Her legs were spread wide, inviting him into her most precious place… and he wasn’t going to refuse such an invitation. Despite everything, she felt more alive and energised than ever as the gigantic meat slid easily into her freshly fucked pussy. She gasped at the now-familiar, wonderful stretching feeling as the foot-long cock pushed all the way up into her body, so smoothly it was as if it was a natural thing for a woman to take 12-or-so inches of black dick… which, of course, for her ****** it now was.
“Jesus… wow…” she couldn’t help but exclaim as she felt both the bulbous head press against her cervix and his large balls squashing against her naked skin simultaneously.
“Always knew you could take it, ma’am,” Mr Banks grinned.
“You can… oooh… thank your son for that!” Amy smiled dreamily, enjoying the immensely satisfying feeling of having her entire twat filled with cock.
“You ready for my cock now, huh?” he said.
“I… yes, more than ready… fuck me, Mr Banks… fuck me good…”
And he did. It was different to how it had been with Marcel. That had been exciting in so many new ways, but this was equally good, just… different. Perhaps it was him being older, her own age… but they shared something a little more intimate than with Marcel. As he stroked his cock in and out, their lips met and it was more making love than raw sex.
“God, this is soooo hot, Marcel,” Amy vaguely heard Jessica say. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. Marcel, pound me hard. I need your fucking cock right now!”
A flash of jealousy went through Amy’s mind - Marcel was HER lover, it was HER black cock her ******** wanted… but she almost laughed at the absurdity of that thought. After all, there was plenty of cock in this room for both… and she knew Jessica wouldn’t let this be the end of Amy’s adventure… and then she was too busy having a powerful orgasm to care about the fact Jessica was now on the bed with her, screaming herself as Marcel fucked her hard.
“Aaah! Fuck! Oooooh! Unnnngh!” Amy grunted and screamed as her body writhed underneath her lover. “Oh, Mr… Mr Banks… I love your cock! Godfuckingdamn, it feels so gooood!!!”
Amy squealed with surprise and delight as, suddenly, Mr Banks stood, bringing her with him, cock still fully embedded in her and began to fuck the married woman standing up, her legs bouncing and flailing as he ruthlessly drove his cock into her cunt.
“Fuck! Haha, oh my God, this is awesome!” she laughed in between grunts of pleasure. “You’re such a stud, lover!”
His hands were grabbing her butt, her arms were around his shoulders and her lips were locked with his, a perfect union of two people in a completely unconventional, marriage-shattering way. She heard Jessica screaming that she was cumming and this drove her into her own mindblowing climax, her second already from Mr Banks. She knew there would be many, many more to come today alone.
As she came, he began to whisper in her ear. “What would hubby think of seeing you like this?”
“Fuck him! I don’t….aaaaahhhh… care! Jesus FUCK!”
“You a good little wife then, huh?”
“NO! Not… not now… ooooohhhh shiiiiit… I’m a fucking… fucking whore! For black cocks!”
“Damn right!” he bellowed and, somehow, increased the pact of his thrusts. The two collapsed back onto the bed, Amy on top and she went wild, doing all the work now, hammering her pussy up and down on his thick shaft, grinding herself against him with every inch of his cock buried inside her before slipping all of it back out… and then slamming all of it back in.
Her back arched and she screamed as a third climax tore her apart. At the same precise second she came, Mr Banks roared and she knew he was exploding inside her, a second load of potent seed being dumped in her womb. She fell on top of him, both of them panting with the exertion of their wild fucking… and she realised he was still hard inside her.
Her eyes went wide when he started moving in and out of her again. He grinned. “Round Two, bitch…”
She screamed as a fourth orgasm blew her mind, the virility of this stud sending her immediately over the edge.
Two hours later, the four of them lay exhausted on the bed, limbs splayed everywhere, all four unable to move.
“Wow…” was all Amy could say. She’d been fucked by both Marcel and Mr Banks multiple times and she wasn’t quite sure how many sperm lords were floating about in her uterus. All she knew was that it felt good that they were. She should have been appalled, the mere chance of being knocked up by one of these men should have sent her screaming from the room…
...but the thought of being a mother again to an ‘extra-marital’ child sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined what her husband would say… and she didn’t care. She imagined what her friends would say… and she didn’t care.
“Fuck them all”, she thought. “If I get pregnant… GOOD!”
She felt Jessica roll over, her leg lying on Amy’s naked body, her left arm draped across her and her head nestled against her neck. She smiled, relishing the closeness she was sharing with her ******** - the fact it was following a veritable orgy was irrelevant. They were closer than they’d been for a while - she thought the marriage might take her ******** away, but in fact it had brought them closer.
“Well, you ladies done wore me out,” Mr Banks chuckled. Amy looked up to see him and Marcel both zipping up their pants. “I’ve got an appointment to trim Mrs Bedford’s bush… and no, that’s not a euphemism this time!”
“Shame,” Jess mumbled. “She’s pretty hot too…”
“Do you never stop thinking about sex, Jess?” Amy laughed.
“No… and you’ll be just like me now you’ve gone black, Mum,” Jess said, snuggling closer. Amy realised her ******** wanted to sleep and she was too tired to move. When in Rome…
They woke to the bedroom door slamming. Amy sat up, dislodging her ******** with a start.
“Mike! Oh my God… I can… I can explain!”
Jessica’s husband stood looking down at the two naked women, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Is that… is that sperm coming out of your vagina?” Mike said. Amy looked down, stupidly checking if there was indeed semen oozing out of her. Of course there was…
“Um… well…”
“Yeah,” Jess said sleepily. “Mr Banks and Marcel must have bust about four nuts each inside her today. It was awesome…”
“Jessica… no… what are you doing?”
Then Mike laughed. Amy’s head spun back round and she saw him, chuckling away, a big smile on his face. What the hell was going on here?
“Mike! What’s… why are you laughing? Look, I’m sorry I… I didn’t… I failed you. I couldn’t stop her from cheating and now… now I’m a cheat too…”
Mike sat down on the bed next to her… and to her shock, he reached between her legs, sliding two fingers inside her pussy!
“Mike, my god… what…”
But he silenced her by sticking two cum-soaked fingers in her mouth… and, involuntarily, she sucked them clean before he pulled them out again.
“I don’t… I’m very confused right now…” Amy said, looking between the smiling faces of her ******** and son-in-law.
“Well, it’s pretty simple really,” Mike said. “All that stuff I told you, my tears of woe and so on… all faked.”
“What? So… you…?”
“Yes, I never wanted you to stop my wife cheating. In fact, the whole point of this was to get YOU cheating too! Jess knows I find you almost irresistibly hot… so she came up with this plan to make you ‘go black’... and it seems to have worked.”
Amy was too shocked to speak.
“But… your marriage… I…”
“My marriage is built upon the fact that I WANT Jess to cheat! You might as well know that I am a shameless cuckold. I love it, I love being cuckolded, it gets me hard and, to be honest, not much else can. I just get such a kick out of watching her have such powerful orgasms fucking these black studs…”
“Wow… I never expected this…!”
“No, that was kind of the point…” Mike grinned. “Anyway, let me tell you about how this all started for me and Jess…”
