The first man came inside her, flooding her greedy womb with his potent, life-giving seed. Corina Burbank screamed with pleasure as the enormous cock pressed hard against her cervix, jets of sperm cascading into her uterus. Images of little tadpoles swimming desperately inside her, each one eager to reach her egg first. Maybe two, three, four or more would reach it at the same time and she’d be carrying multiple children in her belly. She thrust her hips back at the man inside her, trying to work her vaginal muscles to milk every last drop of cum out of him.
“Next!” she growled, looking behind her as the first man pulled out, entirely spent. She didn’t have to wait long, the second man thrusting his meat into her gaping cunt, powering up to the balls in one easy push. She felt some sperm squirt out of her as she was filled up and laughed.
“Oh fuck, yes! I wish my fucking husband could see his perfect little wifey now, black cum spewing from her slit, ready to fuck any and all black men who want to dump their spunk up into her! Oh fuck yes! Come on, fuck me harder, faster! I need your fucking cum in my womb!”
----
As Corina well know, her husband could indeed see her. He was in the best seat in the house, right in the middle of a large crowd of people watching his wife utterly debase herself, all of them except him enthralled by the acts being perpetrated in from of them. He couldn’t move, his face covered in tears and his stomach tied up in knots. He felt like he was going to be sick, his eyes having nowhere else to go but continue staring at his beautiful wife being fucked by an anonymous black man.
She was gritting her teeth now, the man fucking her with an intensity Collin didn’t think was possible. How was she even taking such monstrous penises into her body? How could it be physically possible? And she said she was going to take TWO inside her pussy at once later? Collin had to get out of here, he realised. He couldn’t stay a second longer. He tried to get up, but to his surprise, a pair of large, strong hands landed on his shoulders, roughly pulling him back down into his seat.
“Oh no, hubby,” a deep, gruff voice said from behind him. “You ain’t going fuckin’ nowhere.”
“What the hell?” Collin hissed. “Get your hands off me before I...”
“What? You fucking little wimp,” the voice growled. “You gonna fight me? Cause a scene and make everyone turn to look at you. Maybe we’ll put the spotlight on you, make everyone know who you are, what your WIFE is doing out there. So just fucking sit down and watch the show.”
Collin squirmed, but was held fast. Oh God, he had no choice. He looked at his wife again.
----
As the second man pumped her full of cum, she squealed as he pulled out suddenly, a torrent of sperm following him and splattering on the stage. A third man moved in front of her and picked her up, her legs and arms wrapping around his powerful physique as he began to fuck her. Corina clung on he pounded her cunt, eyes closed but orgasm-wracked face visible still to the audience. She felt a second man behind her and, after a pause, he was in her ass, a standing double penetration another one off the bucket list of things to try.
As she bounced and bucked wildly between the two men, she yelled: “Holy shit, this is amazing! Don’t cum in my ass, I want all your spunk up my pussy, remember!”
Suddenly, a big screen above the stage flicked on. Why it hadn’t been on earlier, nobody could say, but it was showing a live camera feed of the stage so those at the back could see things a bit better. The camera was focused right on Corina’s face as she climaxed for the fourth time, her face contorting as blasts of pleasure tore through her body. The men too were cumming, the man in her ass utterly forgetting he wasn’t meant to spew sperm into her rectum.
They let her down and, unsteadily, she put her hands on her hips, playfully tutting the man who had emptied his balls into her guts.
“Oh dear, I guess you won’t be the father then!” she said, before giving him a long, sensuous tongue-filled kiss. “Maybe next time!”
With that, she hopped up onto the bed.
“Okay, let’s really get this shit started, guys!” she said, tapping her pussy as the camera zoomed in. “Two big cocks, one pussy. I really want to fucking gaping after you are done. From now, my pussy only has two cocks in it. And please... try to synchronise your orgasms so I get two fucking blasts of cum at once! I’ve got a greedy fucking womb, you know!”
----
Collin watched as his wife, who he thought loved him more than anything else in the world, squatted over a black male’s phallus and let him sink it all the way to the root into her pussy. Another man moved in and, as the camera zoomed in for a close-up, he saw this second individual begin to squeeze the grotesque, bulbous head of his penis into Corina’s already stuffed vagina. He felt sick, but Corina obviously didn’t.
----
Corina let out an involuntary gasp as she felt the second cock press against her. The penis entering her from below was already nestled nicely in her vagina, but she wanted this second one sliding in alongside it more than anything in the world right now. She looked down between her legs and saw just how much pure black cock meat was throbbing away down there, just waiting to enter her body. She gulped as she felt him press harder. To her amazement, she felt her pussy slowly, slowly begin to open up even more.
“Holy fuck!” she yelled as the second cock suddenly pushed forward hard and the head forced her open to accommodate it. A flash of fear ran through her mind. This was intense, insane even. The girth of both men combined was more than a baby’s head, something she’d struggled with twice already... and this wasn’t just a push and it was out... this was repeated slamming, over and over, pushing the length of her cunt and up against her cervix. And yet... nothing could have stopped her now.
“You want me to keep going?” the man said, the first thing any of them had said to her. His voice was soft and low, not what she’d have expected from someone as... masculine as him. She nodded desperately, biting her lip as he nodded back.
Another push and he was in. Properly in. Six inches in. More than her husband’s cock in. The second this happened, Corina’s mind was blown with the most incredible orgasm of her life, her eyes rolling back in her head and body spasming wildly between her two lovers. As her climax tore through her, the man continued pushing, eager to enter her completely.
Corina felt the second man bottom out, his cock head joining his brother’s nuzzled up against her cervix... and the impossible happened. As she felt the first orgasm start to tail off ever so slightly, a second, even more powerful one exploded as he touched her cervix. The combination of the physical and mental stimulus, the insane stretching of her cunt and knowing that two black men were stuffed up to the balls in her pussy at the same time, it just drove her wild. She was utterly lost for words, incapable of rational thought at that time, except for two words that she began to scream over and over, babbling like a crazy person.
“FUCK ME!”
Oh boy, did they.
----
Collin watched as his wife ranted deliriously as the two enormous men fucked the hell out of her pussy. It was almost nauseating to him to watch his wife defiled like this. The worst thing was - well, not the worst thing - that the audience was so enjoying her ‘performance’. How could they like this? It was vile, depraved, a betrayal of all that was holy and chaste and good in life. His marriage vows, utterly shattered by this freak show.
Angrily, tears still running his face, he tore at his wedding band, but he hadn’t taken it off for so long, it wouldn’t budge. He looked at it with rage, incapable of removing it, its presence on his finger a cruel mockery of what he had once believed in.
“Oh wow, this woman is amazing,” Collin heard a lady say from somewhere in the crowd. “I wish I was as brave as her! I’d love to fuck two guys at once.”
“Do it, Violet,” a man replied.
“Really?” the girl replied. He couldn’t see her, but Collin felt disgusted at the joy in her voice. “Seriously? You... want me to...?”
“Yes!” the man laughed. “Really, there’s nothing I’d love more than to see you have as much pleasure as that slut on the stage. I mean it. I want you to be my wife, Violet, but... I want you to fuck black men even more!”
“Oh Richard!” the girl said. “I... I’m so happy, I can’t...”
Collin couldn’t believe it. The woman was literally crying with joy that her fiancé wanted her to cheat on him!
“This weekend, Violet,” the man was saying. “I’ll arrange everything. Five star hotel, champagne, the works. You name it, you get it. I love you so much.”
“Oh, I love you too, Richard... how many... er...?”
“Oh, Vee, you are so wonderful. How many men? Easy... as many as you want! The more the better!”
“Oh my God, this is so fucking awesome...”
“And Vee... stop taking your birth control pills...”
The girl gasped. “You mean...?”
“Yes,” the man said. “I want you to have a black baby too!”
“Oh, Richard!” the girl said, joyously. Collin wanted to vomit. Unfortunately for him, the night was going to just get worse...
----
“I want... to cum... at the same time... as you both...” Corina wheezed as the men fucked her senseless, their strokes in perfect unison. She wondered briefly what her pussy what look like when they pulled out. A black hole, a gaping maw inviting other cocks inside, cum spilling from it like a stream from the mouth of a cave.
“Please... I want us all to cum together... please! Plea... oh fuck, I’m... gonna... cum... again!”
She screamed and wrapped her arms around the man on top of her, legs spread as wide as possible to take them both in. To her joy, they came too, so much cum being spewed up into her womb, she was amazed there was room for it all. The three lovers growled, gasped and yelled as they climaxed together, an amazingly erotic sight for all but one person in the audience.
The men pulled out and Corina crashed back onto the bed. She could feel the sperm pouring out of her. A man lay down next to her and pulled her onto him, eyes locked as their bodies pressed close, a second man moving behind and... there, one stroke and all the way in alongside the man below. Corina laughed with pure joy at how easily she took both cocks, equally as thick and long as the two before. Their pace was as frenetic as the two before and she felt that familiar feeling of an impending orgasm building inside her.
----
Collin kept hearing people, especially women, talking about how amazing his wife was, how special she was, how her husband should be proud of her being up there on stage, fucking dozens of men. Corina was delirious now, orgasm after orgasm tearing away her ability to form coherent sentences, grunting and squealing like some bestial creature. Countless men had emptied their huge balls into her womb now. Certainly Collin had lost count how many had so casually violated his entire belief system. When would this end, this horror?
The two men inside Corina dumped their loads inside her and stepped away. Despite the long line of men still waiting for their turn, cocks at attention even after waiting so long, nobody stepped up to her. She just lay there, legs splayed wide, cum flowing like a river from her gaping, stretched cunt.
A tall black man in a very expensive suit stepped out onto the stage, wearing a head mic. He strode to the front of the stage and looked around for a while, not saying anything. He turned to look at Corina’s prone form, her chest heaving as she just lay there in an orgasm-soaked daze, and chuckled.
“Damn, that girl is absolutely hot to trot for the brothers, am I right, people?” he said.
General murmurs of agreement from the crowd, with one notable exception.
“Let’s let her take a break for a minute to do a couple of things, okay?” the man said. “My name is Michael Tandino, by the way. I own this establishment and a few other things here and there. I’ve moved to this fair city of ours recently with one aim in mind - to make it a home. Not just for me, but for all men and women of colour. I think it can be that city, a beacon of hope in a world that isn’t getting any nicer, shall we say?”
“Anyway, my associates and I believe racial harmony is crucial to an orderly, safe and productive society and the best way we see to promote such harmony is to... hmm, let’s say... gettin’ it on. Sex. Fucking. The old... you get the picture. As you can see, we’ve already got a few women in the area interested in... increasing the local mixed blood populace and we hope that all you white guys in the audience will encourage your white girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters, whatever... to go black and go black in a big way.”
“And as a special treat for you all... I happen to know that one of you out there has already seen his wife go black. In fact...” Tandino licked his lips, grinning wickedly. “...his name is Collin Burbank and he has been sitting there watching his wife, this woman right here on the bed, get fucked by so, so many hung brothers!”
As he said it, a spotlight shone right in Collin’s face, highlighting him and making his tear-stained face visible to the rest of the crowd. A voice behind him muttered.
“Get down on that fucking stage, wimp.”
----
Collin couldn’t move, shocked by what had just happened, not precisely comprehending what was going on now. A large hand pushed him roughly in the back and he almost fell out of his chair and onto the people in front of him.
“Get moving!” the voice growled again.
He shielded his eyes against the glare and stood on shaky legs. He really didn’t want to go down there to that awful man and... to be closer to his awful wife... but what choice did he have? The angry man behind him could well just grab his collar and march him down... or worse. So... he started moving, people looking at him with strange expressions of awe and derision. Some men, no doubt, just glad they weren’t suffering such humiliation.
“Mr Burbank, come on!” Tandino boomed into the mic. “I’m sure your wife would love to say hello!”
Collin felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and impotent rage. Finally, he made it out of his row and tottered down to the stage itself.
“It is magnificent to finally meet you, sir,” Tandino said, clasping him strongly round the shoulders. A gesture of friendship, perhaps... but also, as he clamped Collin to him in a vice-like grip, a show of strength, that he was the alpha male here. Don’t mess with Tandino or he’ll squash you, the gesture said.
“Er... yes, hello,” Collin said, feebly.
“You know, I’ve heard a lot about you... but never while I was fucking your wife, of course!”
The crowd laughed. Collin didn’t.
“Did you know it was me that introduced your wife to her new lifestyle? In the back of my limo, she sunk down all the way on my cock and came like a she-demon. She said she’d never cum like that before with you. Do you think that’s true, Collin? Do you think a little white boy like yourself could ever truly satisfy a gorgeous woman like Corina?”
“Er... well... maybe, it never...”
“I’ll give you a hint, the answer is ‘No, sir, Mister Tandino, sir.”
Collin dropped his head, face red with shame.
“Well, let nobody say we’re racist here. I know quite a few white guys with big dicks and a few brothers with little pecker dicklets like you’ve got, Collin,” Tandino said. “So I’m quite happy for our project in this city to go both ways, white guys knocking up some of our fine sistahs out there.... But let’s face it, Col... the brothers generally have it going on downstairs. And you, my friend, do not. Hell, my fucking little finger’s probably longer and thicker than your tiny winkie, right? Right?”
Collin again said nothing.
“Why don’t you show the ladies and gentlemen just what you are packing that you expect your wife to remain faithful to? Why she should choose you instead of us Mandingos?”
“No, please...”
“Why not? What do you have to be ashamed of? I’ll even get some sexy ladies to fluff you up, make you all stiff and proud for the audience.”
Emily walked onto the stage, this whole routine obviously choreographed. She looked at Collin like he was nothing. He certainly felt that way right at that moment.
“Come on... get your pants off and let’s get this over with,” she said, feigning boredom. Without waiting for him, she forcibly tugged down his trousers and underwear, ******** his flaccid penis to everyone. He looked down at it, as everyone else was doing, and he felt such burning shame, agonising shame, as the whole crowd roared with laughter. Emily, the young girl who was supposed to be “fluffing” him, couldn’t contain herself and neither did Tandino.
“Sorry, Michael, but I am not touching... that!” Emily laughed and walked off, chuckling all the way.
“Oh dear, Collin,” Tandino said over the noise of the crowd. “Seems like I overestimated how ... manly you were. My God, that’s the smallest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A laugh from the side of him now and he turned his head to see Corina sitting up, eyes bleary but one hand pointed at his shrivelled penis, laughing, CRYING with laughter at his shame.
“Oh my word, I forgot how PATHETIC your dick was, Collin,” she said, falling back on the bed, clutching her sides. “You think I’ll ever touch you again? Seriously? Oh my God, you are deluded! What woman would ever want that... thing anywhere near her?”
She sat up again, shaking her head.
“I can’t understand why I fought this life for so long. I fought hard, Collin,” she said, serious now. “I struggled and struggled with this, refusing my body its desires for so long... and you... it was YOU that drove me to this, to choose BLACK MEN over you. To choose potent, virile studs over limp dick squirts like you. I’m amazed you even managed to fertilise me twice... but never again. I’m not going back to you for anything other than the kids, Collin... unless you get down on your fucking knees and apologise to me for all those wasted years when I could have been enjoying myself, getting my brains fucked out by hung studs. Get on your knees and say you are sorry!”
Collin couldn’t believe what she was saying, even after everything. Her callous words cut him to his very core. He trembled with emotion as she glared at him. The audience had quietened now.
“Collin,” Tandino said, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder. “I think the woman wants you to do something. I think you’d better do it, you feel me?”
Collin looked up at the huge black man in the sharp suit... and sunk to his knees, head bowed, tears flowing again.
“Apologise for wasting so many years of my life, Collin,” Corina said. “You gave me two children, who I love dearly, but you took something else away from me that was mine by right - my sexuality. You chained me with God, you choked me with vows and restrictions, bound my heart, my mind and my body for so long... and I’m free now. You here me? I’m free!”
“I’m... so...” He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to say it.
“Say it! Be a man for once. Be accountable for what you did to me. For what too many men do to their wives. If you do this... you can still be in my life, in the life of the kids. You just have to say those two words. We can continue as man and wife in name, as friends... you just have to break with the old Corina and accept me now for what I am. A slut for black cock.”
“I... I... I’m sorry,” Collin said, tears dripping onto the floor. “Please don’t leave me... I can’t be alone. I’ll... do anything you say. Just don’t leave me.”
The crowd was silent, the only sound was Collin’s weeping.
“Now admit you are nothing, a worthless lump of flesh and bone in comparison to these black studs, to real men with real cocks who can give women what they want, what they need. Admit you are worthless, that you’re not a real man,” Corina said, icily.
“I ... I... I’m not a... I’m worthless,” Collin mumbled. “They are real men, I don’t deserve to have what they have, to be with you or any other woman again.”
“Good,” Corina said, softly. “I’m proud of you for admitting it, Collin... there’s just one thing more for you to do... a baptism of sorts for your new life. Come to me.”
Collin look up and saw Corina lying on the bed, her legs spread, cunt gaping, sperm still oozing out.
“Eat your fill,” Corina said, tapping her pubic mound. Collin’s eyes opened wide. Even now, he still had the capacity to be shocked. She couldn’t be serious... she was serious. Oh holy fuck, no...
“Every fucking drop, Collin,” she continued. “There’s at least 30 more men wanting to pump me full of jizz and I want you to make sure I’m all cleaned up and ready to take them. Come on, do it... you’re nothing, remember... just a slave to me and my black studs. So come on, eat my cunt and lick up all their sperm. It is more than you fucking deserve.”
Collin found himself moving forward towards her. He didn’t know why or how... but somehow his body had taken over and was shuffling him forward, his mind screaming in protest as he knelt, put a hand on each of her inner thighs... and lowered his mouth to her dripping snatch. He was disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe what he was doing and... to his utter shame and degradation... he couldn’t believe, that his tongue entered her hole, as it felt the hot sperm mixed her vaginal juices on it, that he actually liked it. It tasted good. Interesting, at least. Deep down inside him, a voice was screaming about how wrong this was, how ungodly it was to be enjoying lapping up another man’s seed... hell, the seed of multiple men... from his own wife’s battered, used vagina.
And he found, slowly, as he ingested more and more of the thick substance flowing from her, that this voice grew quieter and quieter... just as his tongue worked harder and harder, his face pressed more and more against her skin.
“This is all you get to do to me, Collin,” Corina was saying. “Eat my pussy after it has been fucked. And my ass, don’t think you’ll not be eating cum out of that all the time too. Get used to it, it’s all you are good for. Right?”
He nodded as he lapped at her stretched slit, smearing the juices flowing from it all over his face.
“Get that tongue right in there, I want every drop cleaned up before my lovers put two cocks back inside me again.”
Collin had underestimated just how much cum had been shot up into his wife’s womb. More and more kept flowing out to his probing tongue and, greedily now, he swallowed it. He couldn’t believe he was doing this and, to his shame, he felt himself gain an erection.
Strong hands dragged him away from his wife’s pussy and the sweet nectar oozing out of it.
“Woah there, sissy,” Tandino said. “Look what we have here, everyone. An erection... or something that’s supposed to be one, anyway... and he got it from eating cum!”
The crowd roared with laughter again and his fledgling boner disappeared.
“Oh well, whatever turns you on, I guess,” said Tandino. “This little sideshow has taken up enough time, I think. I think Corina is cleaned up enough now to go back to what she does best. Is that so?”
“It’ll do,” Corina said, dipping two fingers into her split snatch and sucking off the residue that covered them. “He’ll need a lot more practice, but yeah, I’m itching to get my cunt fucked again.”
Tandino nodded and two men stepped forward from the line still patiently waiting. Corina straddled him and his cock slid all the way in easily. The second man did the same, sliding in alongside his compadre. Instead of remaining there, this time the man pulled out and, all lubed up, pushed into her ass.
A chair was brought out from somewhere and Collin forcibly placed in it. Rope appeared and he was soon fastened to the seat, pants nowhere to be seen and his miniscule pecker dangling pathetically off the edge. Collin had no choice but to watch his wife get double penetrated.
“Oh fuck!” Corina said, laughing with joy. “I forgot how much I LOVE getting my ass fucked! Maybe I’ll try to get two cocks in there now... what do you say, hubby?”
That last word was spat out venomously, a term of abuse when she was in this mood.
“Yes, come on, little husband,” Tandino sneered. “Wouldn’t you like to see your pretty wife have her asshole stretched by two, thick black cocks?”
“N... yes... I guess,” Collin said, dejected.
“Oh dear, Collin, you don’t sound enthusiastic,” Tandino said. “Would you prefer it if it was just you having sex with your wife? I presume so.”
Collin nodded.
“Of course, marriage is a sacred...”
“Fuck your marriage!” Tandino snarled, leaning in. “Your marriage is a fucking joke, just like you! You just ate the cum of about 20 fucking niggas and you go back to your marriage sanctity bullshit? Unbelievable!”
“Collin, you lied!” Corina said in between squeals of pleasure, the two men still fucking her pussy ruthlessly. “You said you’d obey me, do whatever I said... and that means whatever my lovers say, whatever Mr Tandino says. He is your master now, cuck, get used to it. When he says jump, you better fucking jump or everyone you know will hear about how you ate black cum out of my cunt. So... do you want me to get two big black cocks up my ass RIGHT NOW?”
Collin looked at his wife and caved. He could never say no to her, not even when he knew she was wrong. He nodded his head and she cackled.
“Haha, come on then, boys! FUCK. MY. ASS!”
Collin watched in awed disbelief as first one then, ever so slowly, the other entered his wife’s second hole. She was screaming, trying to relax herself as the monstrous twosome invaded her rectum, but somehow she managed it. Both cocks began fucking in and out of her obscenely stretched asshole, Collin still thinking this must have been an illusion. His wife was truly lost to him now as she screamed and moaned about how amazing it was to have two cocks stuffed inside her backdoor.
“Oh dear God...” Collin said as his wife started to passionately kiss one of the men, their tongues joining their groins in interlocking. Somehow this was a worse betrayal than anything else, the kiss a symbol of love, of passion beyond mere animalistic fucking. This was a sign she wanted this man more than as just a means to an end. She needed this man, all the men in the room who sported huge cocks. She would never need Collin for anything like that ever again. Obviously she never had.
They weren’t holding back, either. Both men were really going for it, slamming their entire lengths in, sometimes losing rhythm in their quest to fuck her hardest. She didn’t seem to care, just lying their, body quivering with each hammer blow, groaning and moaning and screaming and squealing. Collin was freshly appalled when she started to climax yet again, the two cocks fucking her even harder - something he didn’t think was possible. How could a woman cum from anal sex? He realised he just didn’t understand women at all. Certainly he’d not understood Corina’s needs at all, driving her to this life of depravity.
Everything he thought he knew seemed to be wrong, his wife now being fucked by two huge men with even huger cocks, achieving powerful orgasms that she could never hope for with Collin. He might have submitted to them earlier, but deep down he’d been fighting their suggestions that he was inadequate. But... he was. He couldn’t hope to give his wife what she needed from sex. Perhaps he could just concentrate on what he could give her - support, love, a safe home and base from which to live her new life. That might be the only way he could go on - living the life of a cuckold and ... oh God, the baby.
“Oh fuck yes!” Corina said. “I fucking love cumming with cocks in my ass! But... cum in my pussy, guys, I want to get knocked up. Please! Oh fuck, it’s all I want right now, to feel a life growing inside me, knowing it was put there by incredible black men instead of my pathetic husband! You hear me, Collin? These real men are going to fucking knock me up! You ready to change... oh fuck... diapers again... shit... when these guys... give me a black... ahhhhhh... BABY?”
Corina came again and the men, while she was screaming, pulled out as one and then slammed into her cunt together, yelling their lungs out as they both came inside her, pressing their cocks against her spasming cervix and sending jet after jet of thick, life-giving sperm into her ravenous womb.
“Oh my God, yes!” Corina screamed, body twisting between the two men. “I’m just a fucking cum dump for black men!”
Collin was amazed by how much his wife had changed. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman who, a year before, had been too timid to go to the church’s bake sale in case people didn’t like her brownies. This woman, the one in front of him, was like... a whole new being, born in a baptism of cocks and sperm, hitting the world like she owned it, like she was owed for her time with Collin.
He realised that... he was proud of her now. Disgusted, perhaps. Enraged, frustrated, jealous, humiliated, lots of other things... but also proud that this was his wife, this strong, independent, mature woman who could do things and feel things that other women hadn’t even dreamt of. This was his wife, his slut wife... and he felt that it was now his duty to let her live this life she’d chosen. Let him be the one to take on the burdens she needed to cast off in order to become this incredible sexual being.
And that ultimately meant caring for another man’s baby as if it were his own.
He looked at Tandino, who saw him and turned his head. Collin just nodded and Tandino motioned to someone standing behind him. Collin felt the ropes loosen and he stood up, walking to the bed. The two men had just pulled out and two more were moving in. Before they could position her, Collin knelt down and looked into his wife’s bleary eyes.
“I’ve come to a decision,” Collin said. There were no tears now. “I’m... proud of you, Corina. What you’ve become. I know I can’t give you what you want, but I can do some things to help you in your new life. So please... fu... sorry, this is still difficult. It’ll take me a while to sort things out in my head. Ahem... so please, fuck whoever you want, as many as you want. I’ll still be at home caring for the kids and doing all the things that will hold you back. Be who you want to be. I’ll stand behind you, support you... I hope you will let me.”
Corina smiled at her husband, a genuine display of affection for this man who had been broken, humiliated... and still had the love inside him to pledge himself to her. It had been what they had all wanted, this whole scheme designed to test him. He had done better than she had hoped.
“I’m... glad you made this choice,” she said. “Now... unless you want to see me get fucked by ... however many more men are here, you can go.”
He smiled back. “I... maybe in the future I can cope with that and be happy, I think I just need to sort my head out, like I said.”
She nodded and he turned. Nobody stopped him, but as he walked down off the stage into the darkness, he turned to look back. The two new men were up to their balls in her ass again and Corina’s eyes were rolling back in her head. He watched as she climaxed one more time on those two incredible penises and then walked up the steps and out the back door.
----
“Hi, Chloe?” Emily said into the phone.
“Emily? Wow, it’s been too long. Sisters are supposed to keep in touch, you know? It’s been, what, a year since we spoke last. How have you been? I hear Mother moved in with you in the city? That’s crazy, I thought she’d never leave the old house. I mean, after *** and the history and the...”
“Yes, hello, Chloe,” Emily chuckled. “Still as talkative as ever, I see?”
“Well, you know me,” Chloe replied. “So anyway, what’s up?”
“I was just thinking about, you know, you and Alison and Kirsty... I miss you guys sometimes. All alone... well, not now, but you know... in the big city. Maybe you could come visit sometime? I’ve got lots of these cool friends to introduce you to, maybe you’d like it here. Beats... where is it you are now?”
“You know where I am, silly! I’m engaged to Rufus and we live with his folks. This lovely big house in the country. Yeah, it gets lonely sometimes, but Rufus keeps me company and all that. And they’re loaded, I can do anything I want. Why would I ever want to give thatup ? I mean, what could possibly sway me into leaving?”
“Well, what indeed?” Emily said, thinking of about 12 inches-worth of reason why.
“Next!” she growled, looking behind her as the first man pulled out, entirely spent. She didn’t have to wait long, the second man thrusting his meat into her gaping cunt, powering up to the balls in one easy push. She felt some sperm squirt out of her as she was filled up and laughed.
“Oh fuck, yes! I wish my fucking husband could see his perfect little wifey now, black cum spewing from her slit, ready to fuck any and all black men who want to dump their spunk up into her! Oh fuck yes! Come on, fuck me harder, faster! I need your fucking cum in my womb!”
----
As Corina well know, her husband could indeed see her. He was in the best seat in the house, right in the middle of a large crowd of people watching his wife utterly debase herself, all of them except him enthralled by the acts being perpetrated in from of them. He couldn’t move, his face covered in tears and his stomach tied up in knots. He felt like he was going to be sick, his eyes having nowhere else to go but continue staring at his beautiful wife being fucked by an anonymous black man.
She was gritting her teeth now, the man fucking her with an intensity Collin didn’t think was possible. How was she even taking such monstrous penises into her body? How could it be physically possible? And she said she was going to take TWO inside her pussy at once later? Collin had to get out of here, he realised. He couldn’t stay a second longer. He tried to get up, but to his surprise, a pair of large, strong hands landed on his shoulders, roughly pulling him back down into his seat.
“Oh no, hubby,” a deep, gruff voice said from behind him. “You ain’t going fuckin’ nowhere.”
“What the hell?” Collin hissed. “Get your hands off me before I...”
“What? You fucking little wimp,” the voice growled. “You gonna fight me? Cause a scene and make everyone turn to look at you. Maybe we’ll put the spotlight on you, make everyone know who you are, what your WIFE is doing out there. So just fucking sit down and watch the show.”
Collin squirmed, but was held fast. Oh God, he had no choice. He looked at his wife again.
----
As the second man pumped her full of cum, she squealed as he pulled out suddenly, a torrent of sperm following him and splattering on the stage. A third man moved in front of her and picked her up, her legs and arms wrapping around his powerful physique as he began to fuck her. Corina clung on he pounded her cunt, eyes closed but orgasm-wracked face visible still to the audience. She felt a second man behind her and, after a pause, he was in her ass, a standing double penetration another one off the bucket list of things to try.
As she bounced and bucked wildly between the two men, she yelled: “Holy shit, this is amazing! Don’t cum in my ass, I want all your spunk up my pussy, remember!”
Suddenly, a big screen above the stage flicked on. Why it hadn’t been on earlier, nobody could say, but it was showing a live camera feed of the stage so those at the back could see things a bit better. The camera was focused right on Corina’s face as she climaxed for the fourth time, her face contorting as blasts of pleasure tore through her body. The men too were cumming, the man in her ass utterly forgetting he wasn’t meant to spew sperm into her rectum.
They let her down and, unsteadily, she put her hands on her hips, playfully tutting the man who had emptied his balls into her guts.
“Oh dear, I guess you won’t be the father then!” she said, before giving him a long, sensuous tongue-filled kiss. “Maybe next time!”
With that, she hopped up onto the bed.
“Okay, let’s really get this shit started, guys!” she said, tapping her pussy as the camera zoomed in. “Two big cocks, one pussy. I really want to fucking gaping after you are done. From now, my pussy only has two cocks in it. And please... try to synchronise your orgasms so I get two fucking blasts of cum at once! I’ve got a greedy fucking womb, you know!”
----
Collin watched as his wife, who he thought loved him more than anything else in the world, squatted over a black male’s phallus and let him sink it all the way to the root into her pussy. Another man moved in and, as the camera zoomed in for a close-up, he saw this second individual begin to squeeze the grotesque, bulbous head of his penis into Corina’s already stuffed vagina. He felt sick, but Corina obviously didn’t.
----
Corina let out an involuntary gasp as she felt the second cock press against her. The penis entering her from below was already nestled nicely in her vagina, but she wanted this second one sliding in alongside it more than anything in the world right now. She looked down between her legs and saw just how much pure black cock meat was throbbing away down there, just waiting to enter her body. She gulped as she felt him press harder. To her amazement, she felt her pussy slowly, slowly begin to open up even more.
“Holy fuck!” she yelled as the second cock suddenly pushed forward hard and the head forced her open to accommodate it. A flash of fear ran through her mind. This was intense, insane even. The girth of both men combined was more than a baby’s head, something she’d struggled with twice already... and this wasn’t just a push and it was out... this was repeated slamming, over and over, pushing the length of her cunt and up against her cervix. And yet... nothing could have stopped her now.
“You want me to keep going?” the man said, the first thing any of them had said to her. His voice was soft and low, not what she’d have expected from someone as... masculine as him. She nodded desperately, biting her lip as he nodded back.
Another push and he was in. Properly in. Six inches in. More than her husband’s cock in. The second this happened, Corina’s mind was blown with the most incredible orgasm of her life, her eyes rolling back in her head and body spasming wildly between her two lovers. As her climax tore through her, the man continued pushing, eager to enter her completely.
Corina felt the second man bottom out, his cock head joining his brother’s nuzzled up against her cervix... and the impossible happened. As she felt the first orgasm start to tail off ever so slightly, a second, even more powerful one exploded as he touched her cervix. The combination of the physical and mental stimulus, the insane stretching of her cunt and knowing that two black men were stuffed up to the balls in her pussy at the same time, it just drove her wild. She was utterly lost for words, incapable of rational thought at that time, except for two words that she began to scream over and over, babbling like a crazy person.
“FUCK ME!”
Oh boy, did they.
----
Collin watched as his wife ranted deliriously as the two enormous men fucked the hell out of her pussy. It was almost nauseating to him to watch his wife defiled like this. The worst thing was - well, not the worst thing - that the audience was so enjoying her ‘performance’. How could they like this? It was vile, depraved, a betrayal of all that was holy and chaste and good in life. His marriage vows, utterly shattered by this freak show.
Angrily, tears still running his face, he tore at his wedding band, but he hadn’t taken it off for so long, it wouldn’t budge. He looked at it with rage, incapable of removing it, its presence on his finger a cruel mockery of what he had once believed in.
“Oh wow, this woman is amazing,” Collin heard a lady say from somewhere in the crowd. “I wish I was as brave as her! I’d love to fuck two guys at once.”
“Do it, Violet,” a man replied.
“Really?” the girl replied. He couldn’t see her, but Collin felt disgusted at the joy in her voice. “Seriously? You... want me to...?”
“Yes!” the man laughed. “Really, there’s nothing I’d love more than to see you have as much pleasure as that slut on the stage. I mean it. I want you to be my wife, Violet, but... I want you to fuck black men even more!”
“Oh Richard!” the girl said. “I... I’m so happy, I can’t...”
Collin couldn’t believe it. The woman was literally crying with joy that her fiancé wanted her to cheat on him!
“This weekend, Violet,” the man was saying. “I’ll arrange everything. Five star hotel, champagne, the works. You name it, you get it. I love you so much.”
“Oh, I love you too, Richard... how many... er...?”
“Oh, Vee, you are so wonderful. How many men? Easy... as many as you want! The more the better!”
“Oh my God, this is so fucking awesome...”
“And Vee... stop taking your birth control pills...”
The girl gasped. “You mean...?”
“Yes,” the man said. “I want you to have a black baby too!”
“Oh, Richard!” the girl said, joyously. Collin wanted to vomit. Unfortunately for him, the night was going to just get worse...
----
“I want... to cum... at the same time... as you both...” Corina wheezed as the men fucked her senseless, their strokes in perfect unison. She wondered briefly what her pussy what look like when they pulled out. A black hole, a gaping maw inviting other cocks inside, cum spilling from it like a stream from the mouth of a cave.
“Please... I want us all to cum together... please! Plea... oh fuck, I’m... gonna... cum... again!”
She screamed and wrapped her arms around the man on top of her, legs spread as wide as possible to take them both in. To her joy, they came too, so much cum being spewed up into her womb, she was amazed there was room for it all. The three lovers growled, gasped and yelled as they climaxed together, an amazingly erotic sight for all but one person in the audience.
The men pulled out and Corina crashed back onto the bed. She could feel the sperm pouring out of her. A man lay down next to her and pulled her onto him, eyes locked as their bodies pressed close, a second man moving behind and... there, one stroke and all the way in alongside the man below. Corina laughed with pure joy at how easily she took both cocks, equally as thick and long as the two before. Their pace was as frenetic as the two before and she felt that familiar feeling of an impending orgasm building inside her.
----
Collin kept hearing people, especially women, talking about how amazing his wife was, how special she was, how her husband should be proud of her being up there on stage, fucking dozens of men. Corina was delirious now, orgasm after orgasm tearing away her ability to form coherent sentences, grunting and squealing like some bestial creature. Countless men had emptied their huge balls into her womb now. Certainly Collin had lost count how many had so casually violated his entire belief system. When would this end, this horror?
The two men inside Corina dumped their loads inside her and stepped away. Despite the long line of men still waiting for their turn, cocks at attention even after waiting so long, nobody stepped up to her. She just lay there, legs splayed wide, cum flowing like a river from her gaping, stretched cunt.
A tall black man in a very expensive suit stepped out onto the stage, wearing a head mic. He strode to the front of the stage and looked around for a while, not saying anything. He turned to look at Corina’s prone form, her chest heaving as she just lay there in an orgasm-soaked daze, and chuckled.
“Damn, that girl is absolutely hot to trot for the brothers, am I right, people?” he said.
General murmurs of agreement from the crowd, with one notable exception.
“Let’s let her take a break for a minute to do a couple of things, okay?” the man said. “My name is Michael Tandino, by the way. I own this establishment and a few other things here and there. I’ve moved to this fair city of ours recently with one aim in mind - to make it a home. Not just for me, but for all men and women of colour. I think it can be that city, a beacon of hope in a world that isn’t getting any nicer, shall we say?”
“Anyway, my associates and I believe racial harmony is crucial to an orderly, safe and productive society and the best way we see to promote such harmony is to... hmm, let’s say... gettin’ it on. Sex. Fucking. The old... you get the picture. As you can see, we’ve already got a few women in the area interested in... increasing the local mixed blood populace and we hope that all you white guys in the audience will encourage your white girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters, whatever... to go black and go black in a big way.”
“And as a special treat for you all... I happen to know that one of you out there has already seen his wife go black. In fact...” Tandino licked his lips, grinning wickedly. “...his name is Collin Burbank and he has been sitting there watching his wife, this woman right here on the bed, get fucked by so, so many hung brothers!”
As he said it, a spotlight shone right in Collin’s face, highlighting him and making his tear-stained face visible to the rest of the crowd. A voice behind him muttered.
“Get down on that fucking stage, wimp.”
----
Collin couldn’t move, shocked by what had just happened, not precisely comprehending what was going on now. A large hand pushed him roughly in the back and he almost fell out of his chair and onto the people in front of him.
“Get moving!” the voice growled again.
He shielded his eyes against the glare and stood on shaky legs. He really didn’t want to go down there to that awful man and... to be closer to his awful wife... but what choice did he have? The angry man behind him could well just grab his collar and march him down... or worse. So... he started moving, people looking at him with strange expressions of awe and derision. Some men, no doubt, just glad they weren’t suffering such humiliation.
“Mr Burbank, come on!” Tandino boomed into the mic. “I’m sure your wife would love to say hello!”
Collin felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and impotent rage. Finally, he made it out of his row and tottered down to the stage itself.
“It is magnificent to finally meet you, sir,” Tandino said, clasping him strongly round the shoulders. A gesture of friendship, perhaps... but also, as he clamped Collin to him in a vice-like grip, a show of strength, that he was the alpha male here. Don’t mess with Tandino or he’ll squash you, the gesture said.
“Er... yes, hello,” Collin said, feebly.
“You know, I’ve heard a lot about you... but never while I was fucking your wife, of course!”
The crowd laughed. Collin didn’t.
“Did you know it was me that introduced your wife to her new lifestyle? In the back of my limo, she sunk down all the way on my cock and came like a she-demon. She said she’d never cum like that before with you. Do you think that’s true, Collin? Do you think a little white boy like yourself could ever truly satisfy a gorgeous woman like Corina?”
“Er... well... maybe, it never...”
“I’ll give you a hint, the answer is ‘No, sir, Mister Tandino, sir.”
Collin dropped his head, face red with shame.
“Well, let nobody say we’re racist here. I know quite a few white guys with big dicks and a few brothers with little pecker dicklets like you’ve got, Collin,” Tandino said. “So I’m quite happy for our project in this city to go both ways, white guys knocking up some of our fine sistahs out there.... But let’s face it, Col... the brothers generally have it going on downstairs. And you, my friend, do not. Hell, my fucking little finger’s probably longer and thicker than your tiny winkie, right? Right?”
Collin again said nothing.
“Why don’t you show the ladies and gentlemen just what you are packing that you expect your wife to remain faithful to? Why she should choose you instead of us Mandingos?”
“No, please...”
“Why not? What do you have to be ashamed of? I’ll even get some sexy ladies to fluff you up, make you all stiff and proud for the audience.”
Emily walked onto the stage, this whole routine obviously choreographed. She looked at Collin like he was nothing. He certainly felt that way right at that moment.
“Come on... get your pants off and let’s get this over with,” she said, feigning boredom. Without waiting for him, she forcibly tugged down his trousers and underwear, ******** his flaccid penis to everyone. He looked down at it, as everyone else was doing, and he felt such burning shame, agonising shame, as the whole crowd roared with laughter. Emily, the young girl who was supposed to be “fluffing” him, couldn’t contain herself and neither did Tandino.
“Sorry, Michael, but I am not touching... that!” Emily laughed and walked off, chuckling all the way.
“Oh dear, Collin,” Tandino said over the noise of the crowd. “Seems like I overestimated how ... manly you were. My God, that’s the smallest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A laugh from the side of him now and he turned his head to see Corina sitting up, eyes bleary but one hand pointed at his shrivelled penis, laughing, CRYING with laughter at his shame.
“Oh my word, I forgot how PATHETIC your dick was, Collin,” she said, falling back on the bed, clutching her sides. “You think I’ll ever touch you again? Seriously? Oh my God, you are deluded! What woman would ever want that... thing anywhere near her?”
She sat up again, shaking her head.
“I can’t understand why I fought this life for so long. I fought hard, Collin,” she said, serious now. “I struggled and struggled with this, refusing my body its desires for so long... and you... it was YOU that drove me to this, to choose BLACK MEN over you. To choose potent, virile studs over limp dick squirts like you. I’m amazed you even managed to fertilise me twice... but never again. I’m not going back to you for anything other than the kids, Collin... unless you get down on your fucking knees and apologise to me for all those wasted years when I could have been enjoying myself, getting my brains fucked out by hung studs. Get on your knees and say you are sorry!”
Collin couldn’t believe what she was saying, even after everything. Her callous words cut him to his very core. He trembled with emotion as she glared at him. The audience had quietened now.
“Collin,” Tandino said, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder. “I think the woman wants you to do something. I think you’d better do it, you feel me?”
Collin looked up at the huge black man in the sharp suit... and sunk to his knees, head bowed, tears flowing again.
“Apologise for wasting so many years of my life, Collin,” Corina said. “You gave me two children, who I love dearly, but you took something else away from me that was mine by right - my sexuality. You chained me with God, you choked me with vows and restrictions, bound my heart, my mind and my body for so long... and I’m free now. You here me? I’m free!”
“I’m... so...” He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to say it.
“Say it! Be a man for once. Be accountable for what you did to me. For what too many men do to their wives. If you do this... you can still be in my life, in the life of the kids. You just have to say those two words. We can continue as man and wife in name, as friends... you just have to break with the old Corina and accept me now for what I am. A slut for black cock.”
“I... I... I’m sorry,” Collin said, tears dripping onto the floor. “Please don’t leave me... I can’t be alone. I’ll... do anything you say. Just don’t leave me.”
The crowd was silent, the only sound was Collin’s weeping.
“Now admit you are nothing, a worthless lump of flesh and bone in comparison to these black studs, to real men with real cocks who can give women what they want, what they need. Admit you are worthless, that you’re not a real man,” Corina said, icily.
“I ... I... I’m not a... I’m worthless,” Collin mumbled. “They are real men, I don’t deserve to have what they have, to be with you or any other woman again.”
“Good,” Corina said, softly. “I’m proud of you for admitting it, Collin... there’s just one thing more for you to do... a baptism of sorts for your new life. Come to me.”
Collin look up and saw Corina lying on the bed, her legs spread, cunt gaping, sperm still oozing out.
“Eat your fill,” Corina said, tapping her pubic mound. Collin’s eyes opened wide. Even now, he still had the capacity to be shocked. She couldn’t be serious... she was serious. Oh holy fuck, no...
“Every fucking drop, Collin,” she continued. “There’s at least 30 more men wanting to pump me full of jizz and I want you to make sure I’m all cleaned up and ready to take them. Come on, do it... you’re nothing, remember... just a slave to me and my black studs. So come on, eat my cunt and lick up all their sperm. It is more than you fucking deserve.”
Collin found himself moving forward towards her. He didn’t know why or how... but somehow his body had taken over and was shuffling him forward, his mind screaming in protest as he knelt, put a hand on each of her inner thighs... and lowered his mouth to her dripping snatch. He was disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe what he was doing and... to his utter shame and degradation... he couldn’t believe, that his tongue entered her hole, as it felt the hot sperm mixed her vaginal juices on it, that he actually liked it. It tasted good. Interesting, at least. Deep down inside him, a voice was screaming about how wrong this was, how ungodly it was to be enjoying lapping up another man’s seed... hell, the seed of multiple men... from his own wife’s battered, used vagina.
And he found, slowly, as he ingested more and more of the thick substance flowing from her, that this voice grew quieter and quieter... just as his tongue worked harder and harder, his face pressed more and more against her skin.
“This is all you get to do to me, Collin,” Corina was saying. “Eat my pussy after it has been fucked. And my ass, don’t think you’ll not be eating cum out of that all the time too. Get used to it, it’s all you are good for. Right?”
He nodded as he lapped at her stretched slit, smearing the juices flowing from it all over his face.
“Get that tongue right in there, I want every drop cleaned up before my lovers put two cocks back inside me again.”
Collin had underestimated just how much cum had been shot up into his wife’s womb. More and more kept flowing out to his probing tongue and, greedily now, he swallowed it. He couldn’t believe he was doing this and, to his shame, he felt himself gain an erection.
Strong hands dragged him away from his wife’s pussy and the sweet nectar oozing out of it.
“Woah there, sissy,” Tandino said. “Look what we have here, everyone. An erection... or something that’s supposed to be one, anyway... and he got it from eating cum!”
The crowd roared with laughter again and his fledgling boner disappeared.
“Oh well, whatever turns you on, I guess,” said Tandino. “This little sideshow has taken up enough time, I think. I think Corina is cleaned up enough now to go back to what she does best. Is that so?”
“It’ll do,” Corina said, dipping two fingers into her split snatch and sucking off the residue that covered them. “He’ll need a lot more practice, but yeah, I’m itching to get my cunt fucked again.”
Tandino nodded and two men stepped forward from the line still patiently waiting. Corina straddled him and his cock slid all the way in easily. The second man did the same, sliding in alongside his compadre. Instead of remaining there, this time the man pulled out and, all lubed up, pushed into her ass.
A chair was brought out from somewhere and Collin forcibly placed in it. Rope appeared and he was soon fastened to the seat, pants nowhere to be seen and his miniscule pecker dangling pathetically off the edge. Collin had no choice but to watch his wife get double penetrated.
“Oh fuck!” Corina said, laughing with joy. “I forgot how much I LOVE getting my ass fucked! Maybe I’ll try to get two cocks in there now... what do you say, hubby?”
That last word was spat out venomously, a term of abuse when she was in this mood.
“Yes, come on, little husband,” Tandino sneered. “Wouldn’t you like to see your pretty wife have her asshole stretched by two, thick black cocks?”
“N... yes... I guess,” Collin said, dejected.
“Oh dear, Collin, you don’t sound enthusiastic,” Tandino said. “Would you prefer it if it was just you having sex with your wife? I presume so.”
Collin nodded.
“Of course, marriage is a sacred...”
“Fuck your marriage!” Tandino snarled, leaning in. “Your marriage is a fucking joke, just like you! You just ate the cum of about 20 fucking niggas and you go back to your marriage sanctity bullshit? Unbelievable!”
“Collin, you lied!” Corina said in between squeals of pleasure, the two men still fucking her pussy ruthlessly. “You said you’d obey me, do whatever I said... and that means whatever my lovers say, whatever Mr Tandino says. He is your master now, cuck, get used to it. When he says jump, you better fucking jump or everyone you know will hear about how you ate black cum out of my cunt. So... do you want me to get two big black cocks up my ass RIGHT NOW?”
Collin looked at his wife and caved. He could never say no to her, not even when he knew she was wrong. He nodded his head and she cackled.
“Haha, come on then, boys! FUCK. MY. ASS!”
Collin watched in awed disbelief as first one then, ever so slowly, the other entered his wife’s second hole. She was screaming, trying to relax herself as the monstrous twosome invaded her rectum, but somehow she managed it. Both cocks began fucking in and out of her obscenely stretched asshole, Collin still thinking this must have been an illusion. His wife was truly lost to him now as she screamed and moaned about how amazing it was to have two cocks stuffed inside her backdoor.
“Oh dear God...” Collin said as his wife started to passionately kiss one of the men, their tongues joining their groins in interlocking. Somehow this was a worse betrayal than anything else, the kiss a symbol of love, of passion beyond mere animalistic fucking. This was a sign she wanted this man more than as just a means to an end. She needed this man, all the men in the room who sported huge cocks. She would never need Collin for anything like that ever again. Obviously she never had.
They weren’t holding back, either. Both men were really going for it, slamming their entire lengths in, sometimes losing rhythm in their quest to fuck her hardest. She didn’t seem to care, just lying their, body quivering with each hammer blow, groaning and moaning and screaming and squealing. Collin was freshly appalled when she started to climax yet again, the two cocks fucking her even harder - something he didn’t think was possible. How could a woman cum from anal sex? He realised he just didn’t understand women at all. Certainly he’d not understood Corina’s needs at all, driving her to this life of depravity.
Everything he thought he knew seemed to be wrong, his wife now being fucked by two huge men with even huger cocks, achieving powerful orgasms that she could never hope for with Collin. He might have submitted to them earlier, but deep down he’d been fighting their suggestions that he was inadequate. But... he was. He couldn’t hope to give his wife what she needed from sex. Perhaps he could just concentrate on what he could give her - support, love, a safe home and base from which to live her new life. That might be the only way he could go on - living the life of a cuckold and ... oh God, the baby.
“Oh fuck yes!” Corina said. “I fucking love cumming with cocks in my ass! But... cum in my pussy, guys, I want to get knocked up. Please! Oh fuck, it’s all I want right now, to feel a life growing inside me, knowing it was put there by incredible black men instead of my pathetic husband! You hear me, Collin? These real men are going to fucking knock me up! You ready to change... oh fuck... diapers again... shit... when these guys... give me a black... ahhhhhh... BABY?”
Corina came again and the men, while she was screaming, pulled out as one and then slammed into her cunt together, yelling their lungs out as they both came inside her, pressing their cocks against her spasming cervix and sending jet after jet of thick, life-giving sperm into her ravenous womb.
“Oh my God, yes!” Corina screamed, body twisting between the two men. “I’m just a fucking cum dump for black men!”
Collin was amazed by how much his wife had changed. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman who, a year before, had been too timid to go to the church’s bake sale in case people didn’t like her brownies. This woman, the one in front of him, was like... a whole new being, born in a baptism of cocks and sperm, hitting the world like she owned it, like she was owed for her time with Collin.
He realised that... he was proud of her now. Disgusted, perhaps. Enraged, frustrated, jealous, humiliated, lots of other things... but also proud that this was his wife, this strong, independent, mature woman who could do things and feel things that other women hadn’t even dreamt of. This was his wife, his slut wife... and he felt that it was now his duty to let her live this life she’d chosen. Let him be the one to take on the burdens she needed to cast off in order to become this incredible sexual being.
And that ultimately meant caring for another man’s baby as if it were his own.
He looked at Tandino, who saw him and turned his head. Collin just nodded and Tandino motioned to someone standing behind him. Collin felt the ropes loosen and he stood up, walking to the bed. The two men had just pulled out and two more were moving in. Before they could position her, Collin knelt down and looked into his wife’s bleary eyes.
“I’ve come to a decision,” Collin said. There were no tears now. “I’m... proud of you, Corina. What you’ve become. I know I can’t give you what you want, but I can do some things to help you in your new life. So please... fu... sorry, this is still difficult. It’ll take me a while to sort things out in my head. Ahem... so please, fuck whoever you want, as many as you want. I’ll still be at home caring for the kids and doing all the things that will hold you back. Be who you want to be. I’ll stand behind you, support you... I hope you will let me.”
Corina smiled at her husband, a genuine display of affection for this man who had been broken, humiliated... and still had the love inside him to pledge himself to her. It had been what they had all wanted, this whole scheme designed to test him. He had done better than she had hoped.
“I’m... glad you made this choice,” she said. “Now... unless you want to see me get fucked by ... however many more men are here, you can go.”
He smiled back. “I... maybe in the future I can cope with that and be happy, I think I just need to sort my head out, like I said.”
She nodded and he turned. Nobody stopped him, but as he walked down off the stage into the darkness, he turned to look back. The two new men were up to their balls in her ass again and Corina’s eyes were rolling back in her head. He watched as she climaxed one more time on those two incredible penises and then walked up the steps and out the back door.
----
“Hi, Chloe?” Emily said into the phone.
“Emily? Wow, it’s been too long. Sisters are supposed to keep in touch, you know? It’s been, what, a year since we spoke last. How have you been? I hear Mother moved in with you in the city? That’s crazy, I thought she’d never leave the old house. I mean, after *** and the history and the...”
“Yes, hello, Chloe,” Emily chuckled. “Still as talkative as ever, I see?”
“Well, you know me,” Chloe replied. “So anyway, what’s up?”
“I was just thinking about, you know, you and Alison and Kirsty... I miss you guys sometimes. All alone... well, not now, but you know... in the big city. Maybe you could come visit sometime? I’ve got lots of these cool friends to introduce you to, maybe you’d like it here. Beats... where is it you are now?”
“You know where I am, silly! I’m engaged to Rufus and we live with his folks. This lovely big house in the country. Yeah, it gets lonely sometimes, but Rufus keeps me company and all that. And they’re loaded, I can do anything I want. Why would I ever want to give thatup ? I mean, what could possibly sway me into leaving?”
“Well, what indeed?” Emily said, thinking of about 12 inches-worth of reason why.
