What She Really Wanted

I spent the entire Friday afternoon distracted from my work by mental images of my wife in one kinky scene after another. The persistent erection that throbbed inside my boxer shorts left my inner thigh wet and slimy and only helped to conjure up more images in my mind. I re-read the note ten or fifteen times: "Beginning upon your arrival home this evening, you will do only as I instruct you. You will shower, being sure to clean yourself thoroughly all over, and then you will come to me. If you do as I demand, you will find that this will be a weekend unlike any before. You will enjoy pleasures that I alone cannot give you, and I will experience things that you cannot give me." The note, in my wife's unmistakable handwriting, had been placed inside my day planner for me to find when I turned to today's page. Each time I read it my cock surged anew, seeming to grow ever larger and producing more of the viscous fluid that now coated my thigh.

When I arrived home, I went straight to the shower, washing myself thoroughly inside and out as I knew she wanted. I toweled myself dry and went, naked, to our "playroom." Kim, my wife, was reclining nude on the bed, slowly stroking her freshly shaven and already wet pussy. I walked silently to the side of the bed and began to run my hand softly over her breast. Kim moaned quietly and arched her back, then removed my hand from her breast and looked at me. "Are you prepared to do exactly as I instruct you?" she asked. I nodded and responded, "Yes."

"Turn around," she ordered. I complied. I then felt her fastening a set of leather cuffs around my wrists, binding them securely behind my back. "Now face me and get on your knees," Kim directed me. I dropped to the position she wanted. "I have been getting hotter all day just thinking about what we will do this weekend," she said. "See how wet I am?" She lifted the hand that had been stroking her slit and raised it to my nose. I could smell her musk. I leaned forward to lick her fingers. She pulled them away from me and slipped them into her mouth to savor all the juices from them. She moaned with the excitement of tasting the flavor of her cunt. "Don't be so eager," she told me. "I have lots of other plans for you. For now, licking and touching are off-limits for you until I am ready to say differently."

From where I knelt, I could already detect the odor of feminine excitement emanating from her dripping pussy. That odor blended with the faint smell of the clean, fresh perspiration that had begun to trickle from her armpits and bead up slightly between her breasts. Whether it was from the summer heat and humidity or the sexual tension I did not know, but I could feel moisture dripping slowly down my sides as I began to sweat as well. Kim resumed caressing her pussy with her left hand while she reached for my hard cock with her right. Her forefinger softly touched the bead of clear fluid hanging precariously on the tip and smeared it over the head until my entire glans were glistening with precum. "I think tonight we'll set a new record for keeping you hard and on the edge before I allow you to cum," she said. Kim knows how it drives me crazy with pleasure to be teased for hours without release. She then fastened a cock ring snugly around the base of my erection. "There now," she observed, "that will ensure that you keep this thing hard all night."

I watched as my already hard penis began to swell, raising the large surface veins even more prominently and making the head glossy and smooth. Meanwhile, Kim was reaching into the drawer beside the bed and retrieving a length of cord. She wound the cord tightly several times around the upper portion of my slackened scrotum, forcing my balls to press visibly against the bottom of the sac. She tied off the cord, leaving a long section dangling between my legs below the knot. Then she arose from the bed and moved behind me, taking the loose cord in her hand as she did so. She pushed my shoulders forward, bending me at the waist until my face was resting sideways on the floor and my ass was fully ******* to her. She wrapped a second cord around both ankles, binding them together and leaving a short length of cord between them. Kim then passed the cord dangling from my balls around the section between my ankles and pulled it taut. She tightened the bindings until my scrotum was stretched painfully toward my feet, and she tied the cords off securely in that position.

I felt her finger glide over the head of my swollen cock, which was now pointing toward the floor, pulled by the tension of the cord around my scrotum. She wet her fingertip thoroughly with the steady flow from my penis, then used the juice to lubricate my ******* asshole. Her finger slowly entered my ass, pushing into the knuckle. When it was fully inserted, Kim began twisting and stroking her finger around in my asshole. The action against my prostate caused an even greater amount of precum to pulse down the inside of my shaft, emerging in a sticky stream from my piss hole. After a few minutes of this stimulation, Kim pulled her finger slowly out of my ass. "Well, it looks like you did a decent job of cleaning yourself," she observed. "Now why don't you have a taste of your ass?" She rubbed her finger softly over my lips so that I could smell the musky aroma of my most private orifice before she slipped it into my mouth. I licked her finger clean, tasting both my asshole and my cock's lubrication.

Removing her finger from my mouth, Kim then reached into the drawer again. This time she retrieved a medium-sized vibrating butt plug. As she had done with her finger, she lubricated the plug with my precum, using my glistening cockhead to smear it all over the upper portion of the device. I felt the blunt end of the plug push against the opening of my ass. It felt larger and more intimidating than her finger had. With a steady pressure, aided by the lubrication I had provided, she violated me with the anal plug. She kept thrusting it deeper as I felt my hole stretch wider. As the widest part cleared my sphincter, my ass sucked the plugin and held it firmly inside my body. I groaned slightly when Kim turned on the vibrator. She was amused to see my shaft jerk involuntarily when the buzzing stimulated my prostate. "So, you like this big thing up your ass, do you?" she asked. I could only nod my head. Kim grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back to an upright and kneeling position beside the bed. "While you're enjoying yourself," she said, "I think it's about time we moved on to the next step."

Sensing a bit of motion in the doorway of the room, I turned my head in that direction. My face went pale when I recognized the woman who was standing there. Monica, the wife of my best friend Grant, had her hand inside the slit of her skirt and was slowly rubbing the mound of her pussy through her panties while she stared at my bound, naked body. Monica stepped into the room, and I felt my whole body turn crimson with shame and humiliation as she was followed by her husband. Grant appeared a little stunned to see his best friend involved in such a kinky scene. It was also obvious that the sight of Kim's naked body was stirring a bit of excitement in his groin. I glanced at my wife helplessly. She simply walked over to Monica and gave her a welcoming embrace.

"We've been enjoying the show," Monica told Kim.

"I noticed," replied Kim, staring at the thickening bulge that was snaking down the leg of Grant's jeans. "Why don't you get comfortable while I see what I can do for your husband?"

While Kim began to remove Grant's shirt, Monica stepped over to my side, slipping out of her thin top as she did so. She smiled down at me, her eyes taking in the erect cock straining upward from my crotch. She dropped her short skirt to the floor, leaving only a very wet thong covering her gorgeous body. I stared at her breasts as she leaned over to reach behind me. Her erect nipples brushed across my shoulder, making my cock throb again. I felt Monica's finger trace lightly down the crack of my ass and press the butt plug deeper into my ass. The action of the vibrating tip against my prostate drew another moan from me.

Meanwhile, Kim had stripped Grant down to his boxers, which were straining to contain his excited penis. Although I had seen Grant naked many times on hunting trips and in the locker room, I had never seen him hard. I had never had reason to be ashamed of my own body, but I secretly envied him the large, thick cock that hung between his legs. I had often wondered how big his dick would get when aroused. Kim slipped the shorts down Grant's thighs, revealing his proud erection. I found that I was breathing hard myself as I saw the length and girth of my friend's meat. Grant’s dick was even more enhanced by the thick fold of foreskin that enclosed the head. "Well, isn't this a surprise," my wife exclaimed as she ran her finger down the underside of Grant's cock. "Let's move over to the bed where I can take a closer look at you."

Kim led my friend to the bed on which Monica was now reclining. My wife seated Grant on the edge right next to where I knelt. Kneeling beside me, Kim took Grant's swollen penis in her hand and stroked him sensuously. "I have always wanted to try an uncircumcised one," she said. "There is so much more to play with." She pulled the skin slowly down the shaft, ******** first the tip and then the fat head of his organ. As she did so, Grant reached to cup his hands behind Kim's head. "Oh, no," she said, pulling away. "You know the rules for this weekend. You are not in control of anything." With that, Kim grabbed Grant's arms and twisted them behind his back. Monica was waiting behind her husband with another set of cuffs. A moment later, Grant was kneeling next to me, his low-hanging balls bound and pulled taut to his new ankle bindings. Monica bent him forward, pressing his broad shoulders to the floor. She then surprised me when, instead of lubricating her finger with her husband's precum, she reached for the dripping head of my cock. My copious flow easily provided what she sought. She slid her slender digit into Grant's anal opening. I watched as my friend was subjected to the same examination that I had experienced earlier. As Kim had done to me, Monica penetrated his slickened hole with a vibrating anal plug that was also lubricated with my juices. The two women pulled Grant to an upright kneeling position and turned him to face me with our knees about a foot from each other.

My wife seemed fascinated with Grant's large, uncut cock. She knelt beside him to fasten a cock ring around the base of his organ. Then she began exploring the foreskin that again covered his glans. "He looks bigger than you," she said to me, attempting to encircle the swollen shaft with her fingers. "Is it that much thicker, or does the extra skin just make it look that way?"

"I guess there's only one way to find out," replied Monica. "We'll have to get them up close and personal." She instructed her husband to move closer to me. He gave her a questioning look. "Remember who is in charge here,” Monica told him sternly. “Now move your ass forward until you can touch his cock with yours." Grant accomplished this task with a bit of discomfort. Each shuffle caused his scrotum to be pulled from one side to the other. I watched with trepidation and - strangely - rising excitement as his thick erection inched closer to mine. His uncut shaft bobbed up and down as the bindings stretched and released their tension on his genitals. To get close enough to satisfy his wife's demands, Grant was forced to wedge one knee underneath my groin. This caused his muscular thigh to press upward against my bound balls. I could also feel my friend's balls resting atop my leg, which was wedged under his body.

When our cocks were touching, Kim grasped both dicks in her hands, holding them upright and parallel. She used our matching cock rings to determine where the base of each penis began. It was obvious that Grant possessed the larger endowment. Kim again slipped the foreskin down the impressive shaft to reveal that the corona of Grant's throbbing glans began at about where the tip of my engorged organ ended. "Looks like he's got you by a full head," she observed. "And his cock is so nice and fat!" It was true. The girth of Grant's erection made my own, normal-sized meat look like that of an adolescent boy. Kim pushed the loose foreskin back up, watching intently as the folds captured and enveloped the flow of juice that was leaking from the piss hole at the end of my friend's glistening member. "I just love the way a cock looks when you can only see the outline of its head under all of this skin," she said.

Turning to me, she asked, "Have you ever wanted to find out how it feels to have your whole dickhead covered with a thick foreskin?" I just stared silently at the sight of Grant's fleshy cock. I remembered the times I had fantasized about playing with an uncut cock of my own.

"I think Grant has enough to share," offered Monica.

"Ooh! Let's try it!" exclaimed Kim, excitedly. Together, they slid Grant away from me several inches. Kim encircled my erection with her fingers and lowered the head until it was pointing directly at the base of Grant's large organ. Monica did the same with her husband's penis. She retracted his foreskin at the same time. Both cocks were, by this time, swollen and purple with the surface of each glans stretched to a glossy shine. The skin of my shaft was also stretched tightly over the network of veins that ran, ropelike, just under the surface. The shaft of my friend's cock, by contrast, was still enveloped by a mass of pliable skin that slid easily over the surface. Unable to resist, we watched as my wife moved the tip of my penis across the opening at the tip of Grant's erection. Both cocks were now continuously pulsing out a steady stream of clear fluid. Kim and Monica used our oozing piss holes like paintbrushes to spread our blended precum over the entire surface of both heads. Then, while Kim pressed the opening of my penis firmly against that of my friend, Monica slid Grant's foreskin slowly up his shaft until it not only covered his glans but also engulfed the head of my cock.

I must admit, I was wondering at this point where things were going. I had been guessing that Kim's proposed "new experience" was going to be fucking my well-hung best friend. I had even been a bit hopeful that I might get to fuck his wife in exchange. Yet here Grant and I were, our hard cocks essentially French kissing each other while wrapped snugly inside the same foreskin. And our wives were the ones forcing us into this intimate contact. I was surprised when I looked up to find that Grant had closed his eyes and was moaning softly with the sensations assaulting him from both his penis and his ass. It was then that I realized how the situation was affecting me. The heat emanating from his tumescent cock, the silky warmth of the foreskin wrapped around my glans, and the touch of skin-to-skin that was made slippery with the lubrication from our bodies was making me react in a way I would never have imagined.

"I think they like this more than either one of them will admit," my wife spoke up. Monica nodded her agreement, unable to take her eyes off the sight of our joined penises. "I do love the size of your husband's cock," Kim said. "Too bad that we already had something a bit different in mind for this weekend." She leaned over, and kissed Monica fully on the mouth, cupping one of Monica's breasts in her hand as she did so. "Let's be sure they stay close to each other while you and I get warmed up for the main event," she told her friend.

Kim reached into the drawer and retrieved two sets of adjustable nipple clips. Each pair of clips was connected by a twelve-inch chain. Grant and I both tensed up as Kim extended the first clip toward my friend's chest. She grasped his right nipple firmly with her other hand. I could see him grimace as the clip bit lightly into the sensitive tissue. His back arched with the pain when his wife turned the screw to increase the tension, causing the alligator teeth to sink more deeply into his reddening nipple. Meanwhile, Kim was attaching the clip at the opposite end of that chain to the right nipple of my breast. She tightened the clamp to a painful degree, and my upper body instinctively pulled backward. Both Grant and I immediately realized the folly of my reaction as our nipples were pulled outward towards each other and the pain increased dramatically. My best friend and I had no choice but to remain intimately close, chained to each other while every sensitive part of our bodies was being stimulated at the same time.

Monica and Kim attached the remaining set of clips to our other nipples in the same fashion. The chains crossed in an X between our aching chests. The second clip, while still painful, elicited a less severe reaction from us. We had accepted our fate, knowing that we were helpless to change it. While Kim stepped back to admire their handiwork, Monica walked to the refrigerator across the room to get a bottle of wine that Kim had placed there to chill. "Oh, good! I see you stocked up!" she observed as she opened the door.

"Yes, I figured everyone would be needing some cold drinks later on," replied Kim. I turned my head toward where Monica stood. The refrigerator was filled with tall cans of malt liquor and several bottles of my wife's favorite wine. Neither Grant nor I drink malt liquor. As I pondered the meaning of this, my stomach sank and I felt my heart beat faster. What did they mean by "the main event?"

Monica carried the wine and two glasses to the bed, where Kim was now reclining. She filled both glasses and set them on the table. "It looks like we have some extra time on our hands," Monica observed. "Why don't we put it to some good use?" My wife sat up and leaned toward her friend, slipping her fingers under the waistband of the thong that Monica still wore. She slipped the thin garment down Monica's legs, ******** for the first time the small patch of light-brown hair that crowned her friend's delicate mound. Monica stepped out of the slip of fabric around her ankles and moved onto the bed, kneeling between Kim's thighs. As Grant and I looked on, Monica leaned down and tenderly kissed my wife's left nipple. She traced a path from Kim's breast to the base of her neck with her tongue, eliciting a pronounced intake of breath as Kim's back arched reflexively. "I've wondered for a long time what it would be like with a woman," Monica whispered, nuzzling my wife's neck. Monica’s light pink nipples pressed softly against Kim's darker nipples beneath her. She moved to Kim's open mouth, kissing her sensually while her left hand gently caressed her friend's right breast. After a long moment, she broke away from Kim's hungry lips. "I thought I was just excited about the rest of the weekend, but touching you has got me dripping wet already," Monica said between gasping breaths.

Moving lower, Monica licked between Kim's breasts, sampling the light sheen of sweat that had gathered there. She suckled and nipped lightly at my wife's erect nipples while Kim moaned with pleasure at the softness of a woman's touch. Raising Kim's arms to rest above her head on the pillow, Monica explored the hollows of her armpits, first inhaling the fragrance that I so love, then tasting the beads of moisture that trickled slowly down the sides of Kim's body. Monica then moved to her friend's clean-shaven mound and gently traced her finger across the moist lips below. She nuzzled her nose against the place where Kim's clitoris hid behind its hood, extended her tongue, and licked the narrow slit of Kim's pussy. The minute she made contact with the sensitive tissues, Kim began to writhe in ecstasy. Monica's tongue lapped up the juices that had begun to flow freely from my wife's blossoming cunt lips, savoring her first taste of another woman's lust. With each lick, Kim's body undulated wildly and her pussy gushed more of the nectar that her friend was now swallowing hungrily. Monica gently slid the hood back from my wife's clit with her thumbs, watching the erect bud throb with excitement. As Kim moaned loudly, Monica moved upward slightly and began to run her tongue over the organ in long, broad strokes. At this point, Kim lost all control and came as violently as I have ever seen her come. Her legs reflexively crossed behind Monica's back, pulling her even closer, and her entire body convulsed for what seemed like several minutes. Monica struggled to keep up with the wetness that was now flowing like a river from Kim's pussy, leaving her face smeared with Kim's juices while she licked and swallowed what she could.

Engrossed in the action going on between our wives, Grant and I knelt, silently squirming, beside the bed. As Kim struggled to catch her breath, and Monica continued to lap at the cunt that still quivered before her, I looked down to see that my cockhead was no longer covered by Grant's foreskin. The excitement of watching the two women had caused our erections to rise from their previously joined positions. Our members now stood as two angry, purple columns, joined only by a bridge of precum that stretched from a clear bead on the tip of my organ to the gathering of wrinkled skin that still covered my friend's dickhead. Each cock would occasionally spasm involuntarily, adding more juice to the thin strand, until the bridge drooped down to touch our thighs. I noticed that we were both breathing hard. The steady vibration inside my ass seemed to have slowed a bit, but the sensations I was feeling from my cock, balls, prostate, and nipples were more intense than ever before.

Monica, meanwhile, had moved from her kneeling position between Kim's thighs and was reclining beside my wife. She reached for the wine glasses and offered one to her friend. They sipped the wine while observing the effects that their activities were having on their husbands. Kim slipped a hand between Monica's legs and ran her fingers over the slick pussy she found there. After collecting some of her friend's nectar, she held it to her face, sampling the womanly fragrance before licking her fingers clean. Kim set her glass down, and gathered more of the juice from between Monica's wet cuntlips, then spread it smoothly over each of her friend's erect nipples. Licking it off, she savored the taste as she buried her nose under the arms that now wrapped around her. She embraced Monica, their nipples rubbing against each other. "Now you have to let me return the favor," Kim whispered, lying flat on the bed, and urging Monica to kneel over her face. Monica straddled her friend's head, her hot pussy inches above my wife's mouth. She was facing toward the foot of the bed, so Kim was getting her first close-up view of another woman's cunt and asshole. I saw her eyes close as she breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of her best friend's most intimate openings. Her tongue reached out to lick the pussy that Monica was offering her. She traced the length of the moist slit, and continued upward, pulling the rounded hips down so she could also get her first taste of a woman's anus.

Grant knelt before me, staring transfixed at the sight of my wife slithering her tongue into the asshole of his wife. His cock seemed to throb anew. I could see that his foreskin was now full to overflowing with the flow from his penis, and the entire shaft of his cock was now wet with the precum that was running from the tip. I realized that my cock was in a similar condition.

I returned my attention to the women, watching with awe as my wife moved from asshole to pussy with her mouth, occasionally running her tongue over Monica's clit. Monica crouched over her friend's face, her head thrown back and eyes closed tightly, while she moved back and forth over Kim's tongue. She slid forward, encouraging my wife to slide her tongue deeply inside her asshole. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and trickles of perspiration were rolling down her body as she became more and more aroused. Kim slid her hand over Monica's dripping pussy, inserting a couple of fingers while thumbing her friend's button. Monica's legs suddenly tensed, then buckled, and she grasped my wife's probing hand, pressing it closer to her hot cunt. At the same time, she ground her anal opening down hard onto Kim's mouth, and her body jerked repeatedly. I could see rivulets of cunt juice running toward her asshole, which was now clamped tightly around my wife's buried tongue.

When Monica finally relaxed, she fell slowly forward onto Kim's body. Her anal sphincter released its grip on Kim's tongue, and my wife began lapping at the pussy juice that covered Monica's cuntlips. "I can't believe we're just getting warmed up," breathed Monica while exhaustedly stroking Kim's pussy. "My God! You're dripping again!" she exclaimed, as her fingers sank into her friend's gooey slit. "I know," answered my wife between licks. "That was the hottest thing I have ever experienced!"

Just then, the doorbell rang. "Oh God," said Monica, her tone a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "They're here!" The woman rose from the bed and left the room, still naked. I heard the front door open, and then the sounds of male voices as our wives invited them inside. I looked at Grant, who was staring back at me, both of us still unsure what direction the evening would take.

Footsteps approached the doorway to the playroom where my best friend, Grant, and I knelt, naked, bound, and sweating. We could hear the giggling of our wives, mixed with numerous male voices I did not recognize. I looked up to see my wife, Kim, as she stepped into the room, her naked shoulders wrapped in the muscular arms of a young black man. Her friend Monica followed, flanked by two other young blacks, each of whom was groping one of her tits. With a start, I realized that the man who was so casually stroking Kim's naked body was Thomas, the summer intern at her office. I had met him several times over drinks during after-work outings with my wife and her co-workers. He was a student at the local college, earning some summer income and work experience between semesters. "You remember Thomas, don't you, dear?" my wife said to me. "He and some of his fraternity brothers are going to help me make some of my fantasies a reality this weekend."

While she was talking, the doorway was filled with one tall, athletic black guy after another, all of whom appeared to be around twenty years old. I counted ten in all, ranging from about a six-foot bodybuilder type to a lanky, broad-shouldered giant, who looked like one of the power forwards on the school's basketball team. "Damn!" said the one nearest me. "Whatta we got here, a couple of faggots?" The muscular young man with the shaved head was staring at Grant and me with a smirk on his face. "No, those are our husbands," replied Kim, smiling at me as she spoke. "As far as I know, this is the first time either of them has touched another naked man. Beginning tonight, though, they will be doing whatever Monica and I tell them to do, and they will not question any of our instructions. Isn't that right, boys?" she asked. Grant nodded slowly, his eyes downcast, seemingly unable to look the new guests in the face. Feeling the humiliation of being ******* in this way, I also bowed my head and nodded submissively.

Moving across the room, my wife continued, "For starters, Monica and I are going to make them watch their wives get the fucking of their lives from a bunch of strong, young, black studs. Our husbands are not here for their pleasure. They are here only to watch, and to serve us for our pleasure. If you like, they can serve you as well."

"We have instructed them not to cum until we give them permission to do so," Monica joined in. "And that is certainly not going to happen before everyone else here has cum at least once." She smiled wickedly. "They seemed to like it when they got to rub their dicks against each other earlier. I hope they can control that impulse while the rest of us enjoy ourselves first. Maybe later we can all watch while the two of them get each other off. I think I'd like to see that."

My ears were burning, and my face was flushed hot with shame. These men were going to fuck our wives in front of us while we sat powerless to stop them. Worse, our wives were the ones who set this all up, and they were now flaunting our submission to them before these strangers. At the same time, however, I felt a rush of excitement at the realization of what was to come.

"You see, a couple of weeks ago Thomas and I got to talking over drinks after work," Kim said, leading her co-worker to stand next to where Grant and I knelt on the floor. "I was curious whether or not it was true that black men have bigger cocks than whites. Thomas told me that he couldn't say for sure, since the only white cocks he had seen were in the locker room, and they were always soft. He asked me if I wanted to find out the answer for myself since I had more experience with white men who were erect. I wasn't sure how I felt about the direction the conversation was taking, but I had had a few drinks, and I have to admit I was getting a bit excited by the thought of getting this intimate with someone other than my husband. Thomas placed my hand on his thigh, and I could feel his cock through the material of his pants. At first, I thought he was already hard, but then I felt it start to swell as I wrapped my fingers around it. I couldn't believe that he could be carrying something in his pants that felt so much larger than any cock I had ever held."

As she spoke, Kim was slowly opening the front of Thomas's shirt, revealing his smooth, hairless, athletic chest. His skin was the color of milk chocolate, with small, dark nipples capping his pectoral muscles. She pressed her lips against the center of his chest, and licked slowly upward, leaving a slick trail up to the base of his neck. She slipped his shirt over the broad shoulders, and he pulled the sleeves down his sinewy arms, letting the shirt drop to the floor behind him, as Kim resumed her narrative.

"Thomas thought it was funny that the stereotype of black men is that they all want to fuck white women. He said he believes that it is white women who fantasize about sex with black men. He asked if I ever thought about taking a huge, black cock inside me when I am having sex with you. I know I've never mentioned this to you, but I admitted to Thomas that I sometimes have that kind of fantasy. He asked me to describe my favorite fantasy for him, and I did. I could feel the bulge inside his pants expanding down his thigh while I told him what I imagined it might feel like to be taken by a big, black stud."

"I guess I must have hesitated at the end because Thomas asked me if there was more to my fantasy than I was admitting." Kim paused. "I told him that I sometimes dreamed that it wasn't just one man, but a whole room full of men, all with gigantic, thick, black cocks, and that they were fucking me one after the other. I was being taken in the cunt and the ass, sometimes at the same time, and I was sucking their huge rods until they filled my mouth with their seed." Kim's hands had loosened Thomas's belt, and she was pulling the zipper of his pants down. I watched as she slipped the waistband of his trousers down, revealing a pair of black, satin boxers that were straining to contain the young man's swollen meat. My wife caressed the large organ through the satin material as she continued her story.

"Thomas told me that he had several friends and fraternity brothers who fit the description of the men in my fantasy. He said that, if I wanted to try it, they could help me make the fantasy real. I was excited by the idea, but I was also scared. I told him that I love my husband and that I could never sneak around on him behind his back. That's when he suggested that you might like to watch me get fucked over and over by a bunch of big, black cocks. I remembered that your favorite scenes in porn flicks are where some slut is getting her pussy and ass reamed by a couple of guys who are always hung like horses. I realized that maybe guys DO enjoy watching a huge cock in action."

"Of course, I had to run the idea past Monica to see what she thought. She told me if I didn't do it, she was going to take Thomas up on his offer for herself. We decided to do it together. She was the one who came up with the suggestion that, instead of just ALLOWING the two of you to watch, it would be even more exciting if we FORCED you to watch us get fucked by ten black men." Kim then pulled Thomas's shorts down for my first view of his enormous organ. She groaned with lust when she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, raising it for my inspection. "So what do you think? Do you want to see me suck this nice big cock before I let Thomas be the first of ten black men to pump my pussy and my ass full of hot cum?"

My wife was standing next to me, naked, and stroking the half-erect cock of her young, black co-worker. Thomas's cock was even longer and thicker than Grant's. He, too, was uncircumcised, and the heavy foreskin still covered the bulbous head of his rapidly swelling tool. The shaft of his organ was considerably darker than the rest of his body, as was the loose scrotum that hung below. Kim pulled back the loose skin of his cock to uncover the large head. His glans were a slightly lighter shade of brown than the thick shaft and were outlined with a flared corona that was even paler in color. As the foreskin peeled back from the tip, it spread some of the precum that oozed from his pisshole over the smooth surface of the glans. He was standing close enough that I could smell the odor of his hot cock as I watched my wife run her tongue across the tip, savoring her first taste of black dick.

I heard a low moan from Grant, and I turned to see that Monica had stripped the bodybuilder to the waist. She ran her fingers across his muscular chest. "I want to see what this big boy can do for me," she said. She kissed and licked his sweaty pecs, lingering on his nipples while she unzipped his pants. Dropping to her knees, she lowered his pants and rubbed her face sensuously over the large bulge inside his bikini briefs. Her attentions were having a noticeable effect, as we could see his cock swelling to a full erection inside the thin material. He kicked off his shoes while she slipped his pants completely to the floor. By now, the flimsy briefs were losing their battle to contain his huge cock, and the head was beginning to show above the waistband. Monica tugged the shorts down over the man's muscled ass, and let them drop to his feet, freeing what had to be one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.

Grant was as awed as I by the size of the organ that now pulsed before his wife's face. He let out a soft gasp as he watched Monica lean forward to lick the man's low-hanging scrotum, running her hand softly up the shaft above. Kim, meanwhile, had moved around to get a better view of the action. She reached to retrieve the discarded briefs from the floor, bringing the stretched-out pouch to her face so she could inhale his masculine smell for herself. "Monica, I'd like you to meet Tony," she said, while her friend continued to run her tongue all around Tony's huge balls. Tony placed a hand on the back of Monica's head, saying "I think Monica and I are gonna get along just fine."

Rising to her feet, Monica took Tony's scrotum in her hand, and kissed him deeply on the mouth, pressing her hardened nipples against his solid chest. She led him, by the balls, over to the bed, and laid him down on his back. "I think everyone should go ahead and get comfortable," Kim suggested to the others, some of whom were stroking their crotches while watching Monica and Tony. "You can just toss your clothes in the corner," she told them. "You won't be needing them for quite a while. Help yourselves to a cold drink from the fridge," she added, as she walked back over to Thomas's side. She stroked his cock, then leaned up to his face, and kissed his lips. "I'll take care of this thing in a few minutes," she said, glancing down to where her hand was fondling his organ. "Right now, I want to get a close-up view when Monica's tight, white cunt gets fucked by a big, black monster like Tony's cock for the first time." She slipped her hand over the length of Thomas's shaft and licked a thin film of juice off of her fingers. Then she moved to the bed, where her friend was now straddling Tony's face, letting him taste her juicy pussy.

I watched my wife take Tony's scrotum in her hand as she sat on the bed to watch Monica grind her cunt into Tony's face. Kim hefted the loose, dark sac, rolling the sizable balls in her fingers. With her other hand, she began stroking the fat shaft. She leaned down to inspect Tony's equipment, inhaling his masculine odor. She extended her tongue to get a taste of his pre-come as she milked it from his cock. As Kim sat back to savor his juice, Monica slid down Tony's massive torso until her pussy was resting just above the head of his large, black penis. Grant and I could see that the lips of her pussy were swollen with excitement, and her pubic hair was glistening with the juices that were now freely running from her cunt. Kim raised Tony's engorged organ to smear the head with Monica's fluids. Even with the added lubrication, it appeared that there was no way that her pussy was going to accommodate his full length and girth.

By this time, however, Monica was so horny that she began pushing her hips back, forcing her lips to spread around the impossibly large cockhead. My wife was practically drooling, and could not take her eyes off of Tony's black monster as it was wedged deeper and deeper into her friend's tight cunt. Both women were moaning with lust as Monica's pussy was steadily penetrated by the dark invader. I saw my wife's right-hand slide downward from Tony's shaft to caress his balls while she extended her middle finger to lightly stroke his anus. With a single, hard, downward thrust, Monica impaled herself fully on Tony's member, taking him to the balls. She threw her head back and screamed with the orgasm that wracked her body. Her cunt juices were pouring out around the junction of their organs, coating his loose scrotum with her shiny fluids while the muscles of her vagina contracted, squeezing tightly around the enormous shaft.

Tony let Monica's convulsions subside before he cupped her ass cheeks in his dark hands and began to raise her body off of his cock. The sensation of his shaft moving against her clit caused Monica to bury her face in his powerful chest to stifle her screams. Grant's eyes never moved as he watched the long cock slowly exiting his wife's distended and dripping pussy. When we could almost see the corona of his erect penis appear between Monica's lips, Tony suddenly reversed direction, thrusting his hips upward, and pulling Monica's ass downward again. Grant watched his wife coming over and over while the thick, black cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. Monica's sweat-covered body was thrashing in every direction as she lost herself in orgasm.

As Tony wrapped his strong arms tightly around Monica's lean frame, crushing her breasts to his heaving chest, I saw my wife lean her face down to where the two were joined. Kim swiped her tongue along the crack of her friend's butt, licking the sweat there, then moved downward to taste the fluids that coated Tony's balls. When she sat back up, Tony again thrust his organ into Monica's cunt. With his cock still buried, he flipped Monica onto her back. He lifted her legs so they rested on his broad shoulders, then began to power-thrust his hips, driving his cockhead even deeper into Monica's ravaged depths. By now, Monica was like a rag doll. She lay on the bed, legs straddling the shoulders of the black giant as he fucked her relentlessly. Her arms were extended above her head, her eyes were rolling aimlessly, and she was softly moaning, as though she was heavily drugged.

Kim was now kneeling with her face directly behind Tony's ass to watch his muscles flexing with each stroke. She inhaled deeply, catching the unfamiliar scent that emanated from the ass and genitals of this powerful man. Thomas, meanwhile had moved beside her and began to finger her pussy, causing my wife to close her eyes with pleasure. As Thomas started stroking her cunt more aggressively, his actions pushed Kim's face into the base of Tony's scrotum with each backstroke. I watched my wife extend her tongue to lick a trail from his balls, which were now drawing tighter, along his sensitive perineum, and across his asshole. She buried her face between the muscular cheeks and began to thrust her tongue into the puckered anal opening. As she did so, Tony's thighs tightened, and he gave one incredible lunge, shoving his cock to unplumbed depths in Monica's pussy. He held it there, his muscles jerking spasmodically while he pumped his semen deep into her cunt. Grant strained to see the huge, black cock that was now pouring its hot seed into his wife. I watched my wife deeply tonguing the sweaty anus of a strange black man while another young black guy was stroking her clitoris to orgasm with his fingers. I know I had never been more aroused, and I sensed that Grant was feeling the same way.



My wife raised her face from Tony's ass as his muscles relaxed. She smiled at Thomas, who was still running his hand across her cuntlips, spreading her copious fluids all over her shaved pussy. We could see that Tony's erection was subsiding, although his cock remained long and fat. He withdrew his softening length from Monica and stood at the foot of the bed. A bit of his come trickled from Monica's used cunt, but she raised her knees to keep from spilling too much. Kim inched forward on the bed to nuzzle between her friend's breasts. She licked at the layer of sweat that covered Monica's body, tasting the flavor of both male and female on the soft skin. As she worked her way to her friend's armpits, my view was blocked by Tony's enormous body. He moved closer to where Grant and I knelt, and we could see the combination of his semen and Monica's come coating the still-impressive meat that hung between his legs. A milky drop of his seed was oozing from the slit at the end of his glans. "Which one of you gets the leftovers?" he asked us. When we both looked confused, he asked, "Whose bitch did I just fuck?"

Grant lowered his eyes in shame. Tony looked at me, and said, "Then I guess you're gonna get to sample that ass your wife seemed to like so much." He raised his right leg and stepped across the chains that connected our bound bodies at the nipples. Both Grant and I tried to lean backward, but the pain from the clamps reminded us how futile that was. I found my nose and mouth jammed between his firm ass cheeks. Despite my wife's ministrations, the odor of male musk was still strong, as sweat was still running down his back to trickle down the crack where my face was now trapped. I heard Tony instructing Grant to lick his cock clean, and I felt his muscles flex with pleasure as Grant complied. "Oh, yeah," Tony groaned, "Get a good taste of the dick that just finished fucking your wife's pussy."

Turning his head toward me, Tony advised me, "Get that mouth to work cleaning my ass, you faggot. Put that tongue to some good use, and don't forget the balls, either!" Reluctantly, I started to run my tongue up the sweaty crack. I loved licking my wife's ass, but this was very different. I licked across Tony's anus and felt the sphincter pulse. I lowered my head a bit and lapped at the scrotum that was again hanging low and loose. I got my first taste of Monica's cunt juice, which still coated his balls, and I could also taste the semen that had mixed with her juices. I felt his scrotum move as Grant cleaned the front side. My nose was buried in Tony's ass, inhaling the aroma of a hot male fresh off of a hard fuck. Rather than repelling me, however, the smell and taste of male sex sweat, plus the very thought that I was being forced to perform this intimate act of submission on another man was getting me even more aroused.

Tony shifted his weight, pushing his hips toward me momentarily. I heard him tell Grant to suck his whole cock into his mouth and draw out the remaining drops of his semen. I moved my tongue up to the asshole in front of me and began to slide the tip inside. Tony's sphincter muscle pulsed, and I felt a strange rumbling against the underside of my tongue. At the same time, the sudden jerking that I felt in my nipples signaled that Grant was trying to pull away from Tony's cock. I heard Grant choke, then splutter and a splash of warm liquid hit my legs. The rumbling stopped for a moment. Tony admonished Grant that he was to take every drop that was offered to him, and he was not to spill anymore. When the rumbling sensation began again, I could feel a bit of liquid running onto my chin, which was nestled in the back of Tony's scrotum. I ran my tongue down to taste the liquid that was starting to drip from his ball sack, and I realized that Tony was pissing down my friend's throat. While Grant struggled to keep up with the flow, I again slid my tongue into Tony's anus, this time plunging it deeply into the hot, tasty asshole. I stroked inside his anal opening until I felt a couple of jerks deep inside his body, which caused the sphincter to clamp onto my tongue. I could tell that these were the final spurts from his bladder going straight into my best friend's mouth. I gave Tony's sweaty ass crack a thorough cleaning before he raised his leg and stepped out from between Grant and me.

My friend's face was flushed, and sweat poured down his face. A combination of his sweat and Tony's piss coated his chest, running to his crotch. From the way he looked at me, I suppose I must have had a similar appearance. Despite our depraved and shameful circumstances, we were both as erect as we had ever been. I looked up to find that everyone in the room was intently watching us. The men were stroking their hard cocks, which were dripping from the excitement of watching our humiliating submission to Tony. My wife was kneeling on the bed, her face alight with the sexual rush of watching her husband and his best friend perform such degrading acts on a huge, naked black man. Thomas knelt beside her, erect penis in his right hand while he stroked Kim's pussy with his left. Monica, meanwhile, remained on her back behind them, sweat covering her body while she sucked on the stiff, black organ that was being offered to her by the man nearest the bed.

Thomas rose from the bed, removing his fingers from my wife's wet slit, and walked over to me. "I think we'll let you have one last taste of your wife's sweet pussy before she gets filled by her first black cock," he said as he extended his hand to my face. I smelled the unmistakable odor of Kim's excitement on his shiny, wet fingers. Thomas slipped two of the long digits into my mouth, and I sucked her juices from his hand. "That's the last time she's ever gonna taste like that," he told me. "From now on, every time she lets you lick her pussy, you're gonna taste the flavor of cum from the last black man who fucked her. Now I want you to watch while I pump her full of her first load."

With that, Thomas turned toward the bed, where Kim was now crouched on her hands and knees. Her pussy and her ass were fully ******* and were pointing right at me. From my low angle on the floor, I could see her distended lips dripping with lubrication as Thomas moved into position, placing the covered head of his large erection against her swollen sex. Kim groaned with pleasure as he slid the head along her opening, stroking it firmly against her clit, then sliding back into position for entry. His foreskin slid back and forth with his movements, alternately ******** and covering the head. The massive, dark organ pushed slowly, but firmly into her vagina, spreading the lips widely as it penetrated my wife. I could see his ass muscles tighten as he pushed deeper. Kim was starting to lose it and was pushing back with her ass to take him in. She started coming when he had about half of the shaft inside her, and her bucking motion caused her cunt to shove hard against the base of his cock, taking him balls deep. She let out a shriek as he hit the bottom of her pussy. Her arms collapsed, pressing her breasts into the bed while Thomas began deep stroking her cunt. With each thrust, Kim's nipples rubbed against the sheets, adding to the tidal wave of sensations that were sending her over the edge. My wife was now coming continuously. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body was a limp rag, and her cunt was flowing like a river as Thomas pounded incessantly into her.

After what seemed forever, Thomas's sweating body began to tense up, his shoulders and thigh muscles tightening with his impending orgasm. With a mighty thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, wrapping his arms tightly around Kim's torso, and pressing his heaving chest into her back. The cheeks of his ass clenched, released, and clenched again as he pumped my wife's pussy full of his semen. Then he collapsed upon her, thoroughly drained. I could see that both of them were breathing heavily, their backs rising and falling as they lay there together. Gradually, Thomas's cock began to soften. As it did so, he slid his body backward, pulling the still-swollen organ from Kim's ravaged pussy. He stood and stepped toward Grant and me. Now it was my turn to taste cock for the first time.

Thomas moved to where his hanging dick was directly in front of my nose as I turned to face him. The familiar aroma of Kim's excitement that coated his organ was tempered by the masculine odors of Thomas's crotch and the sweat that was running down his body. The gathering of loose skin that was again covering his glans oozed their combined secretions, a silken thread of fluid ending in a milky drop of what had to be his semen hanging from the foreskin. "Get that," he commanded me.

I extended my tongue, and caught the dripping liquid, lifting my face to collect the entire string. I slurped it into my mouth. Thomas move to the same position that Tony had taken before, but this time I was presented with a cock instead of an ass to clean. I began licking tentatively at the hang of foreskin, cleaning off the combination of Kim's and Thomas's juices. I could hear Grant's tongue as he began to lick the crack of Thomas's black ass. As I became a little more accustomed to the idea that I was going to suck this black man's dick clean whether I wanted to or not, I found myself getting past my initial reluctance and decided that the taste was not so bad.

The texture of his cock was fascinating on my tongue, especially the foreskin which was so new to me. I wrapped my lips around his still-impressive girth and sucked the surface of the shaft until it was clean. Then I ran my tongue up underneath the skin to lick his cockhead. The flavor was more intense here where the fluids had been trapped. I tasted more of his semen than of Kim's pussy. I even sucked out another small drop of his cum directly from the slit that was hidden beneath that skin. When I felt that the slippery secretions had been thoroughly cleaned from Thomas's cock, both inside and out, I released the organ from my mouth and moved lower to do the same to his scrotum.

As I was unable to lift the flaccid penis to get to all of his loose-hanging sacs, I was forced to nudge my way there by using my nose. The manly odors seemed to be strongest at the juncture of his cock and balls, and I found this strangely exciting. I lapped at his balls until I could taste only his sweat, then he grabbed my head and moved my mouth back to the tip of his cock. He pulled me to him, slipping the length of the shaft inside my mouth, and held me there. A moment later, my mouth began to fill with his acrid piss. The sudden sensation caused me to jerk away, but Thomas held my head fast to his crotch and continued to void himself into me. I had no choice but to swallow, and the act forced a little of the liquid to run from the corners of my mouth until my throat opened again to receive more of his golden offering. I could smell his sweating body, his cock, and his balls while I tasted his hot piss flowing over my tongue and down my throat. When I thought I could take no more, the flow ebbed, and I took his last few spurts before he pulled back to look at the shameless cocksucker I had become.

When he finally moved out from in between Grant and me, my wife was still lying on the bed, staring with obvious excitement at the sight of her loving husband, who had just sucked clean and then ***** the piss from the black cock that had just given her the most exciting fuck of her life. Her legs were raised to prevent the loss of Thomas's seed from her cunt, while her hand stroked the lengthening cock of what I assumed was going to be the next black man to make my wife's pussy his own.

I watched Kim spread her legs invitingly to this next young man, and he moved between them, positioning his cock to impale her on his rod. I knew he would soon be depositing the second of many loads of black sperm inside my wife's womb. Meanwhile, having just taken her second load, Grant's wife rolled breathlessly off of her latest lover. He stood and took his turn between the bound white husbands, giving me another chance to bury my face in a hot, sweaty, muscular, young, black ass. When both of us had sucked and licked him clean, and after Grant had swallowed his piss, he knelt beside us and pulled our faces into his armpits to lick them clean as well.

Things followed this pattern for what seemed like a couple of hours, until each of the women had been thoroughly fucked, taking five loads of cum each in their pussies. The black men had all been cleaned - front and rear - by the two husbands, and Grant and I had each swallowed the piss of five men. Thomas and his brothers were watching the whole spectacle while enjoying their cold malt liquor. Several of the young men were already beginning to stroke their recovering hard-ons. After Grant and I completed our duties on Kim's last lover, Monica announced that it was now time for us to clean up our wives before they each took on the guys they had not yet fucked.

First, Thomas removed the alligator clips from one nipple on each of us. The sudden restoration of blood flow to my left nipple made it feel like it was on fire. Thomas then rearranged the clips so that he clipped to my left nipple the clamp that was attached to the chain leading to my right nipple. The same was done to Grant, and both of us grimaced and groaned with the agony. The two of us were then pulled apart from each other, and our wrist cuffs were separated from behind our backs. Thomas laid me on the floor on my back, with my hands extended above my head, where the wrist cuffs were then rejoined around the bottom of the post at the foot of the bed. Grant was laid out in a similar fashion, with his wrists cuffed around the other footpost. The cords still connecting our bound balls to our bound ankles forced us to keep our knees bent and raised.

Thomas then helped Kim off the bed and placed her on all fours. Her legs and outstretched arms straddled my body so that her swollen, wet cunt was poised directly over my face. I could see cum smeared all around her lips and dripping down the insides of her thighs. Her anus was also covered with cum that had been forced from her pussy as each cock had been thrust deeply inside her. I licked up the trails of semen that trickled down her thighs as my wife slowly lowered her sodden snatch to my mouth. She held herself just high enough above my mouth that, by craning my neck, I was able to swipe my tongue over her asshole and clean the globs of sperm that had gathered there. Kim then planted her cunt firmly on my open mouth, and I slipped my tongue inside.

With my nose nestled in the cleft of her ass, I inhaled the by-now-familiar aroma of man sweat deposited there from the balls and crotches of five young black men as they fucked my wife. As my tongue wormed its way inside Kim's distended lips, I tasted the combined juices from all five of those men. My wife had cum so much herself that the scent and taste of her arousal were still very evident, but the bitter flavor of semen was almost overpowering. I lapped up the cum that was now beginning to flow from Kim's pussy, and I felt her squirm and tense above my face. She arched her back and pushed down, and it felt like she had opened the floodgates. My mouth was inundated with a river of cum that poured from deep inside my wife's pussy. I swallowed again and again, but the semen kept filling my mouth. It coated my tongue and seeped into every corner of my mouth with its sticky, slimy texture. I kept licking and swallowing for what felt like forever, but finally, I swallowed the last of it. I was just beginning to relax my tired tongue and throat muscles when my mouth began to fill again but with a decidedly different flavor and texture. Kim had decided that, if I could drink the piss from her lovers, then I could drink hers as well. I managed to swallow most of her golden liquid, losing only a small amount as I gulped down the rest.

I lay on the floor, catching my breath after Kim raised her now clean crotch from my face. I turned my head toward where my friend Grant was lying, and I saw that he was taking just a bit longer to complete his clean-up duties than I had. I watched his body tense up and saw his throat pulse as he swallowed Monica's hot piss. I noticed that his bound, purplish cock was as erect as ever, and still dripping with pre-cum that now formed a small pool on his belly. I realized - and a glance confirmed - that my cock was still in a similar state. I also realized that my bladder was becoming quite full after I had consumed so much fluid in the last - what was it? - two or three hours.

I asked Kim if I could be released to use the toilet, as I needed to take a piss. She merely laughed and told me to hold it. She said I was not allowed to piss until I had earned that privilege. Hearing our discussion, Monica asked Grant - who was now able to breathe again - if he needed to piss as well. She pressed her hand on his abdomen, causing Grant to pull his knees up in a reflexive manner. She then laughed and said the same rules applied to him. She made him lick his pre-cum off of her fingers where they had gotten wet when she had pressed against his belly.

"Actually," Monica said to Kim, "I think we might be able to relieve some of the pressure on the boys here, for a little while, at least. I'm sure those plugs up their asses are making it a bit harder to hold their water."

Kim said that sounded like a good idea, so each woman grabbed the base of the plug that was firmly embedded in her husband's rectum. Kim pulled the plug outward with steady pressure, stretching my anal opening wide as the plug began to exit my body. The feeling was so similar to the act of taking a dump that my bladder involuntarily reacted by squeezing a small amount of urine up my urethra. Luckily, I was able to clamp down quickly enough to prevent a full flow from the beginning, and the liquid simply thinned the stream of pre-cum that was already flowing from my cock. The act of clamping down also forced the plug from my anus. Kim remarked that the vibrating had all but stopped, so I must have worn out the batteries. Monica examined the warm plug she had extracted from her husband's ass and agreed that we had just about outlasted the Energizers.

The removal of the butt plug DID accord me some relief from the pressure on my bladder, although I was still feeling full. I looked over at Grant and saw that Monica was running her finger over his asshole. "We'll see that this gets some more attention later on," she told her husband. "Right now, though, it's time I got my ass stretched a bit. I think I'll give you a good view of things this time - up close, and very personal!" With that, Monica resumed her squatting position over Grant's face, then leaned forward so that she was on all fours with her clit poised directly above his mouth. I watched as Thomas moved into a kneeling position behind Monica, and began to rub the tip of his hard organ against her anal pucker. He slid the swollen head up and down the crack of Monica's ass, and I could see the loose skin covering his cock move back and forth over the hard shaft. His balls were hanging practically in Grant's eyes, and they rubbed across his nose with each upstroke. Then, just as Thomas began to press the head firmly against Monica's asshole, my view was blocked by my wife's thigh as she knelt over my face, straddling my head with her knees.

I looked up to find her pussy being lowered, once again, to my mouth. Behind her, I could see what appeared to be Tony aiming his thick, dark erection at Kim's anus. He began to rub his cockhead against the tight opening, wetting it with his lubrication in preparation for taking my wife anally. I could not believe that this huge cock was going to fit inside Kim's snug rear passage and that I was going to be viewing this assault at point-blank range. Kim pushed her hardening clit against my lips while Tony continued to slicken her sphincter with his juices. I licked the length of her pussy, feeling Tony's scrotum against my nose as I stretched to reach the hindmost part of her slit. I could smell and taste her increasing excitement.



Kim abruptly pulled forward, breaking contact with Tony's cock. A thin string of juice dripped from the tip of his prick onto my lips. "I think you're going to have to help me get ready for this big dick," Kim said to me. With that, she lowered her asshole to my mouth. I began licking around her anal opening. I had done this many times before, but this time I could taste the precum of another man along with the flavor of my wife's ass. I wet the outside thoroughly, then forced my tongue inside the hole, which was beginning to spasm slightly with Kim's anticipation. I coated the part of her anal passage that I could reach with saliva until I could feel her ring start to relax a bit.

Kim then raised her hips again, pulling away from my probing tongue. Tony took advantage of the opportunity to slide his dripping cockhead over my extended tongue, and into my mouth. I licked his cock until the head was completely covered with a combination of my saliva and his lubrication. He withdrew from my mouth and again aimed at my wife's ass. Kim pushed her hips back toward the probing head, lowering her cunt to my mouth in the process. I slathered my tongue between her lips while I watched my wife's ass open for Tony's fat, black tool. I could taste Kim's flowing pussy secretions, and smell the unmistakable aromas of her asshole and his balls at the same time. My nose was forced into the juncture of his cock and Kim's anus while my mouth worked on her juicing slit. Tony's heavy balls draped across my brow as he forced more and more of his cock into my wife's tight ass. He gave a final thrust and sank balls-deep into her stretched opening while I watched from only inches away. Faintly, I could hear my wife moaning at the sensation of being filled. Her pussy was now practically gushing into my mouth.

Tony held his cock completely embedded in Kim's ass for a minute or so. Then he began to pull it slowly out. It seemed as though the huge organ was going to pull her anal passage inside out. When he had extracted about half of his meat from her ass, he thrust forward again, pushing until his balls slipped across my nose, and were mashed against her smooth vulva. After a few more slow strokes, Tony started fucking my wife more vigorously. I could tell from the way she was moving her hips that she was seriously getting into this. Tony's pumping motions caused his balls to begin swinging in their loose scrotal sac. They would brush my face with each backstroke, and slam into Kim's pussy as he rammed his cock home. I began tonguing his balls whenever they made contact with Kim's wet pussy, and even managed to lick his shaft a bit as it pulled out of her asshole.

Then Kim shifted her body again so that her asshole was presented to Tony for the deepest penetration possible. I concentrated on sucking and nibbling her erect clitoris while she seemed to get more and more out of control. She began to spasm with one orgasm after another, flooding my face with her cum, while Tony continued to thrust his huge dick powerfully into her asshole. Finally, he buried himself in her anus and held it there while I watched him pump his semen deep into my wife's bowels.

After a few minutes of trying to catch their breath, my wife slid forward, expelling Tony's softening cock from her anus. Knowing what was expected of me, I opened my mouth to receive his organ for cleaning. Fresh from her hot asshole, Tony's cock was covered with his slimy cum. It smeared on my lips as I took him in, and he even managed one last pulse of cum directly onto my tongue. The taste of both his cum and my wife's asshole was overwhelming. I ran my lips and tongue over his swollen meat until I had removed every drop of cum from its surface. As soon as I had swallowed all of the slime I could find, Tony released a torrent of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down until the stream slowed, at which point Tony pulled his dick from my mouth, squirting the last few shots of piss across my face and chest.

After Tony stood, I looked at my wife, who was still on her hands and knees, straddling my torso. Her anal ring was swollen, and white smears of cum coated the area between her anus and her pussy. As she began to slide her ass back toward my face, I tried craning my neck so that I could lick the cream from her asshole. Before I could reach her with my tongue, however, another long black cock appeared above me. This guy rubbed the head of his erect organ in the globs of cum that I was trying to reach, lubricating himself for my wife's next anal penetration. Since Kim had not slid back to my face, my view of this assfuck was blocked by her new lover's body. All I could see was his anus as he positioned himself to shove his cock into Kim's back passage. I could feel the huge ballsac that was dangling in my open mouth, so I extended my tongue for a taste. As I licked the front side of the sweaty scrotal skin, I felt him thrust forward, siding his balls the across length of my tongue, and slamming his cock firmly into Kim's ass. From this vantage point, I could easily see him clenching his butt muscles with each thrust as he began fucking my wife in earnest. I tilted my head back and found that I could reach his musky anal ring with my tongue. By now, Kim was thrusting her ass back to meet each of his strokes. The additional weight forced his ass downward onto my face. My nose was completely buried in the cleft between his muscular cheeks as my tongue played across the puckered opening. I felt his asshole begin to spasm with his arousal, although I'm not sure whether this was a reaction to my licking or to the hot asshole that was sliding up and down his cock. Regardless of the cause, I took advantage of the flexing action of his sphincter and slid my tongue into his rectum. The spasming seemed to increase immediately. Of course, I had had my tongue buried in his asshole earlier, but this time he was in the throes of fucking my wife, so his reaction was much more pronounced. I could feel his pucker relax and tighten with each stroke, and he started to press his ass ever more firmly onto my mouth. Finally, with my tongue deep in his asshole, I felt him give a final lunge. His sphincter clamped down hard on my tongue, and I felt each pulse of his body as he pumped jet after jet of hot semen into Kim's body.

When he finally relaxed, he slid backward to feed me his spent cock for cleaning. I sucked the juices from his shaft, then swallowed the piss chaser before he stood up, only to have yet another black cock take up position behind my wife's now gaping anus. This continued until Kim had taken a load from the remaining three of our guests. Her final lover seemed to last forever before unloading his seed from his fat, uncut tool. When he was done, I again sucked his cock clean, taking the time to lick thoroughly under the foreskin before swallowing his hot load of urine. He stood, and I looked down at my wife's open anus, from which a steady trickle of semen was now dripping.

Kim again slid backward toward my face and planted her ass firmly on my mouth. I licked the stream of cum that had leaked out, swabbing my tongue across her sensitive perineum to her asshole. As I began to ream her anal ring, the sphincter muscle contracted and began to spasm. I sealed my lips around the puckered opening, sucking and licking up the seed that I found there. With each spasm, a bit more of the tangy goo seeped from her rectum to be sucked up by my mouth. With the assistance of a couple of the young black men, Kim raised herself to sit upright on my face. I felt her body tense as she began to bear down with her abdominal muscles. Her anus tightened against my seeking tongue, then squirted an enormous amount of sticky male cum directly into my mouth. I swallowed quickly as she forced several more jets of sperm onto my tongue, flooding my mouth completely with the pungent slime. When she had deposited the last of her lover's seed, I slid my tongue into her rectum to clean out any remaining traces, sucking hard as I did so, to be sure I got it all.

At last, Thomas and one of his brothers helped Kim up. They stood over me as I lay there gasping. With every deep breath, my senses were assaulted with an unbelievably arousing mixture of odors: hot black cocks, well-fucked cunts, male and female assholes, cum, piss, my sweat, my wife's familiar perspiration, and the sweaty aroma of a roomful of muscular, young black men, hot from the exertion of repeatedly fucking the wives of my best friend and myself. Kim and Monica both looked exhausted, their bodies drenched with sweat, and their vulvas swollen front and rear. Grant lay on the floor, also gasping for breath. His sweat- and piss-covered chest was heaving, and he appeared to be in some discomfort. He looked up at his wife, and said "Honey, I need to piss something awful."

It was then that I was reminded how full my bladder had become. I looked down toward where my aching cock still pulsed in full erection and noticed that my belly was swollen outward beneath the purple head. I looked up at Kim with a pleading expression, and both women just laughed. "I guess the two of you need some relief, then," said Monica. "Let's see which one of you needs what kind of relief, and who needs it the most."

Monica then leaned down and released the cuffs from Grant's wrists. I hoped that my wife would do the same for me, but instead, she walked to the refrigerator and poured two large glasses of wine. She handed one to her friend, and together, they helped Grant up to a sitting position. He grimaced with the added pressure on his bladder. "Let's have a contest," suggested Monica to Kim. "I think we'll let one of them cum, and the other one can piss, but it is going to be up to the two of them to determine which one gets to do what. I guess it would be a good idea to get those cockrings off of them first."

Kim leaned over to unsnap the leather strap that encircled the base of my erect organ while Monica did the same for her husband. Monica then positioned Grant on his hands and knees and told him to crawl over to me and straddle my body so that we were in the sixty-nine position. My friend moved, somewhat gingerly, into the position ordered by his wife. In this position, the cord that still bound his balls to his ankle bindings pulled his scrotum so tightly that it forced his cock to point straight down at my mouth. I could smell the wet head of his excited penis underneath the folds of skin that enveloped it. Meanwhile, my hard cock was sticking up in his face.

"OK, now boys, here are the rules: The two of you are going to suck each other until one - and ONLY one - of you comes in the other's mouth. The minute the first one gets his rocks off, he must stop sucking on the other one. The one who takes the other's load must swallow all of it. If you successfully swallow the entire load and lick your friend's cock completely clean, then you will be allowed to piss to your heart's content."

"Now here is the downside of being the first one to come," Monica continued. "After you finish feeding your load of semen to your best friend, you will take his cock into your mouth again, and allow him to fill you with his hot piss. Just as he swallowed your load, you will swallow every drop of his piss. That will leave one of you still building up to a bad case of blue balls, and the other with his belly full of the piss from everyone in this room. You can start now."

I felt Grant's hot mouth envelop my dick as I took him into my mouth. As urgently as I needed to relieve my bladder, I was sure I could make his cock shoot first. I pushed his foreskin back with my lips and started licking furiously at the underside of his ******* head. The flavor of the precum that had been trapped underneath the extra skin coated my tongue, adding a slightly sweet character to the aftertaste that was left from a load of semen I had sucked from Kim's ass. At the same time, I could not ignore the sensation of Grant's mouth and tongue on my cock. As he sucked, his head was pushing against my knees, causing the cords around my ankles to yank downward on my balls. Suddenly, my friend took unfair advantage of the fact that his hands were free. I felt his finger rub lightly over my anal opening, which caused me to clench my sphincter in an involuntary response. The additional stimulation generated a feeling deep inside my groin that I knew I could not control for long.

I redoubled my efforts at licking Grant's thick organ, hoping to push him over the edge first. Then I felt his finger begin to push slowly inside my ass. As hard as I tried to expel the probing digit, he kept forcing it deeper into my rectum. When he made contact with my prostate, I lost control altogether and came violently inside my best friend's mouth. My ass closed tightly around his finger as my cock swelled and jerked against Grant's tongue. I released his cock from my mouth as I dropped my head back to the floor, crying out loudly with the intensity of my orgasm. I felt Grant's throat muscles convulsing as he struggled to contain the seemingly endless quantity of semen that was being pumped into his mouth. He swallowed as I continued to spray my seed, until at last my spasms stopped.

I felt the finger slip gently out of my anus while Grant used his tongue to clean the remnants of my orgasm from my softening cock. As I regained my senses, it dawned on me that, although I had relieved the tension in my balls, I had essentially lost the contest. My bladder was still aching for release, but I would now be forced to double the pressure on it by acting as a human urinal for my friend.

"Well, it looks like we have a winner," came my wife's voice. "Will Grant be able to pee with a hard-on?" In answer to her question, Grant lowered his still-swollen cock to my lips and pushed the head into my mouth. I felt the opening at the tip swell slightly, and almost immediately a hot river of urine erupted onto my tongue. I swallowed the acrid liquid as quickly as I could, but there was no way I could keep up with the torrent. With each gulp, a bit of his warm piss spilled over my lips, running down my cheeks and over my chin. I was afraid that the flow would never end. It seemed to last forever. Finally, it slowed, and I was able to swallow without losing any more of it. When he finished with the last powerful spurts, I licked the remaining drops from his slit and released his penis from my mouth.

"My God! He's still hard!" exclaimed Kim. "I suppose he needs to cum by now. Why don't we reward him for winning the contest by letting him have a good fuck?" she suggested.

"My thoughts, exactly," replied her friend. "You said you wanted to see how well he can use that fat cock of his, so let's let him demonstrate his ability for you." The women maneuvered Grant to a kneeling position on the floor. He was facing me with his knees against my asscheeks, his hard cock jutting out above my upturned perineum. In this position, my feet were pressed against his upper chest, which caused the cord attached to my scrotum to pull taut. When he moved to aim the partly covered head of his organ at my asshole, his chest pushed my feet upward. The pressure on my balls was painful, but stimulating.

I felt the slick head of Grant's penis begin to force its way past my anal ring. After the reaming my hole had received from the vibrator, followed by Grant's finger fuck a few minutes before, my ass was aching for another penetration. My friend seemed to take pity on me and eased the shaft slowly into my body. When he was fully embedded, I could feel the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushing against my crack. Amazingly, I could not feel his balls against my ass. He pulled back out a bit, then started a slow fucking motion, the head sensuously stroking my prostate as it moved back and forth. "Come on, now, honey, fuck him hard!" ordered Monica. Her husband picked up the pace a bit, but he still did not go at my ass in a frenzy. As Grant's strokes increased in tempo, I wondered why his balls were not slapping against me each time he rammed it gently home. It was at about this point that I - and his wife - realized the reason for Grant's relatively gentle approach to his first manfuck. With each forward thrust, Grant's balls were being pulled by the cord around his ankles, just as the pressure from his chest was causing my balls to be stretched. The harder he fucked me, the more pain he would inflict on his balls.

"We don't want to see a romantic encounter between the two of you!" Monica barked at her husband. "I don't care how much it might hurt your pitiful nuts! I want to see you ream his ass good!" She grabbed the arm of the well-hung black stud next to her and pushed him toward her husband. "My little pussy of a husband doesn't know the proper way to fuck a white man's ass!" she told him. "Get over there and show him how a real man fucks another guy!"

The young black man stroked his cock to a full erection and knelt behind my friend. Suddenly, my knees were forced down to either side of my chest as Grant's shoulders were pushed forward and down. My scrotal sac was pulled tightly around the aching orbs inside, and pain shot through my groin. Although I wasn't in any condition to notice at the time, I am assuming that my friend was being repositioned to give his assailant maximum access to his target. Grant cried out as his anus was speared by the large phallus. I felt his cock being forced harder and deeper into my rectum as the black organ was slammed into his rear passage. A steady, hard-thrusting rhythm was quickly established. With every stroke of the black cock into Grant, his cock plunged viciously into the depths of my asshole. At the same time, my balls felt as though they would be pulled out of their sac. From Grant's cries, it was obvious his gonads were suffering a similar torment.

Grant suddenly arched his back as his hard dick finally gave in to the sensations assaulting every sexual nerve in his body. He pumped his seed deep inside my ass while the black stud behind him kept up his anal attack. Noticing that her husband had gone limp - in more ways than one, Monica told the black guy to stop fucking him for a minute and pull his cock from Grant's hole. As he did so, Grant slid away from my sore and swollen ass. He flopped onto his back, sweaty and exhausted, his spent cock leaking cum onto his heaving belly. Now my wife spoke up: "OK, now why don't you give my husband the rest of what you started with Grant." The black guy smiled at her and moved to my ass.

"Please, Kim!" I begged her, "I can't hold it anymore! If he shoves that thing into me, I'm going to piss all over the place!" The stud paused and looked questioningly at my wife.

"Fuck him!" she ordered. Although my anus had to be wide open and slippery with Grant's cum, I could still feel the sphincter stretch to accommodate this guy's enormous girth. Kim moved to my side as she watched the huge shaft invade my ass. She grabbed hold of my flaccid, yet swollen cock with one hand, and pressed on my belly with the other. "I bet I'll be able to feel his cock inside of you from here," she said. The pressure from her hand, coupled with the thrusting cock inside my rectum overloaded my bladder. As my piss began gushing from the tip of my penis, Kim aimed the shaft so that the flow was directed at my face. She pulled the cord around my scrotum, and I opened my mouth to groan in pain. Kim made sure I filled my mouth before she redirected the gushing liquid to shower my entire torso. Meanwhile, the enormous shaft that filled my ass was pounding away. I finally felt the pulsing that signaled my assailant's release in the deepest recesses of my body as my cock spurted the last of my golden liquid onto my chest. When the long cock was finally pulled from my asshole, I was forced to clean it thoroughly while Grant's face was pushed to my anus so he could lick me clean.

The remainder of the weekend is still pretty fuzzy in my memory. I know that both Grant and I watched our wives each take on as many as three black cocks at a time until nobody could get it up anymore. We both sucked every cock there numerous times, had our assholes fucked until they were raw, and drank loads of recycled malt liquor. We cleaned spent dicks, overflowing pussies, and assholes, both black and white. We licked sweaty armpits clean and showered each other with piss whenever our bladders reached their limits. By the time the weekend was over, we both knew that this was only the first of many such weekends. We still get together with these same guys, plus an ever-changing assortment of other black men that our wives have recruited over time. Our wives can't seem to get enough black cock to satisfy them, and we are always there to service everyone. Our lives have changed completely since that first weekend, and I don't think we would go back if we could.