So, yeah, this isn't about the Smiths or anything. I've been at the hospital for the past few days, all day. My girlfriend Susan got into an accident when she pulled out to turn onto a street and her driver's side got hit by a semi-truck. She's now in the intensive care unit, in a coma, with extensive damage to her brain stem apparently. Her chances don't look too good. She wouldn't let me make love to her when we were dating but we saw a lot of each other and she liked to kiss and let me touch her boobs a lot, so I was happy enough. Now it seems like I'll never get the chance to go all the way with her. *** It was after visiting hours in the hospital. I was sitting beside Susan's bed as usual. It was dark in the room and I looked at my wristwatch, it was 11 pm. I looked at my Susan lying in bed as if she were sleeping; she looked just like an angel. She didn't even look like she had been in an accident; all the injuries were mostly internal. The doctors say she is stabilized and its just a wait and see thing until we know more. I got up to kiss her good night and as I leaned over to kiss her my hand accidentally rested on one of her breasts. It was like a shot of electricity shot through me, ending up in my dick. I started getting really horny as I caressed her breast while she lay their helpless. It occurred to me that nobody would enter the room unless I called them, so I figured I had at least a good 60 minutes of privacy with my girlfriend. My hand moved lower, and I started rubbing my cock with my other hand, thinking about all the sex we would never have now that she was in a coma. My penis started rationalizing that Susan wouldn't want to die a virgin and if she got better, well, we would be doing it eventually anyway. Besides, nobody would ever know. I went to the door and looked out into the hall; I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I opened my pants and started rubbing my dick while I slipped my other hand lower to play with Susan's pussy. It felt dry, but I started rubbing around her clit, getting her warmed up while my dick got harder than ever, due to thoughts of what I was doing to her. Before long, pre-cum started leaking from my penis and Susan's pussy was getting moist from my finger penetrating her slit. It was now or never. I pushed her hospital gown up her prone body and climbed on top of her. Lining my leaking cock up with her tight slit, I pushed the head of my cock into her vagina. I could feel the muscle at her entrance reluctantly stretching around my cock head, only allowing me to go in about an inch. She felt incredibly tight, but wet, so I started moving in and out slightly to spread her natural lubrication and I gained a little depth with every stroke. I didn't want to waste a moment because I could feel my cum boiling up in my balls and knew I wouldn't last long. I shoved all the way in to her until my balls were pressed against her pussy lips. My dick going where nobody else had ever been before! My ass bounced as I pounded into my girlfriend for all I was worth. I needed too get off and excited by her passivity as well as her tight vagina squeezing me as only a virgin's deflowering can be. After a few minutes I felt myself cumming. It was more than I'd imagined, my body jerked with the intense pleasure of release and I thrust again and again expelling every ounce of cum I'd stored up for so long. I was totally lost in the sensations, the wonderful sensations of filling my girlfriend's pussy with my hot spurting cum and I didn't notice the door opening on my left as an older black janitor silently entered the room. He stood there and watched as I pumped and squirted into my comatose girlfriend's pussy and then he smiled as I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath, exhausted from all the frantic physical exertion. I looked up in surprise when he said, "I'm next." I finally noticed he was in the room. His cock was already out of his pants by the time I climbed off my girlfriend and stood next to her bed, using a tissue to clean myself off. Susan's "no longer" virgin cunt was glistening with a mixture of my cum and her maidenhead blood. I stood there the black guy started to climb on top of my girlfriend. I wanted to object as I watched him spread her legs with his knees and push his cock into her freshly used pussy open, like a flower and leaking. He just looked at me as he sank his big black cock home and said, "You don't want me to report you, do you?" I wanted to say something; I didn't want him fucking Susan, some strange older black guy cumming in my girlfriend, but realized I powerless to stop him. I watched as my beautiful angelic "comatose" girlfriend got raped by this stranger. Finally, I picked up my coat and left the room. The last vision I had was of him pumping in and out of Susan's pussy, seeing her slit stretched around his cock as it pistoned in and out of her. Then he whispered, "Don't worry sonny, your secret is safe, I'll clean her up nice and good when I'm done."
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Saturday, 25 June 2016
John and Carol were determined to enjoy their holiday in Morocco. It was their 5year wedding anniversary present to themselves and at the age of 28yrs, both with successful careers they had plenty to be thankful for. John was hoping the trip might take Carol's mind off the subject of children, since of late she had been dropping more and more hints that it would be good to start the family that they had talked about. John didn't feel ready however for all the intrusions that a baby would bring to their carefree lifestyles. At the back of his mind John also thought that once Carol had children his fantasy of seeing Carol with another man would disappear. It was a combination of his fantasy and a reticence to engage properly on the subject of babies that was to lead to the life changing holiday that they had embarked upon. Whilst packing for the holiday John had insisted that Carol should pack several revealing dresses together with 'appropriate' lingerie and two pairs of John's favorite high heeled sandals. There was something about seeing Carol's 5ft 6inch 125lb frame with long lithe legs dressed up like a model. No, to be correct John liked Carol to look slightly slutty since whenever they were out and she was dressed this way, numerous men would gaze at her long legs. John could imagine that they were all wondering what she would be like in bed with her long legs over their shoulders as they fucked her. This fantasy of seeing her taken by a bigger man in every sense, but certainly one who would be equipped with more than his 5 inches, surfaced more and more of late. It had led one evening during a session of foreplay, to John suggesting that Carol might like to flirt and let herself be seduced by a big man. John had been busy tonguing Carol's sensitive nipples when he paused and slipped this suggestion into the conversation. Carol's reaction had been immediate. She had berated John for thinking that she would consent to be with another man even if he did have a bigger cock than his. It was this last comment that suggested to John that she had at least recognized that his cock might be on the small side. Later during their love making when John's condom covered cock was doing its best to make her feel good, he noticed that she seemed to be more excited than usual, but he wasn't sure he could pin it on the talk of this fantasy lover. So several weeks later they were checking into their plush hotel in Morocco. As they completed the formalities at the desk, John was aware that several of the local men were ogling Carol's bare legs. He said nothing but could feel his cock twitch and this continued when a young very dark skinned bell boy carried their cases up to their room. In the lift the bellboy stood behind Sarah and John could see him admiring her full curvaceous figure. When she stumbled on exiting the lift, John again noticed the bell boy quickly leap to her aid and put his muscular arm around her waist to help steady her. As Carol regained her balance and stood up her face came very close to the bellboy and just for a second they stared into each other's eyes before each of them composed themselves. John was drinking up the spectacle and of course it only served to fuel the fantasies he had, especially as the man was so dark skinned. Carol seemed not to have noticed, although John was sure her cheeks had reddened and her breathing was erratic. Once they had unpacked they went out to dinner and again John noticed many of the local Arab men were openly staring at his blond wife. Even Carol noticed eventually and asked John what was going on. John explained that attractive blond western women were highly prized in this region since most local men only ever saw local women who were darker skinned and had dark hair. Carol accepted the explanation even though it made her uncomfortable. She did however notice that she became more aroused when thinking of all this attention from these dark swarthy men. Over the next two days John and Carol did some sightseeing and then on the third day they decided to go out to a club that had been recommended to them. Carol asked John what she should wear and of course John suggested that she wear her most revealing dress, stockings and five inch heeled strappy sandals. John didn't know why he wanted her to dress this way in particular but he had a feeling that something might happen at the club. Carol protested and said "do you want to encourage all those men to ogle me even more?" John told her it was only harmless fun and since she had brought the clothes she should wear them. With reluctance Carol agreed and soon they were in a taxi heading to the club. Again John noticed that the driver was repeatedly looking in the mirror at Carol and he had the cheek to re-position the safety mirror so that he could look at Carol's legs. John had to admire the man's boldness and found himself smiling at the driver in response to his wink. Once in the club they found a quiet table and Carol was thankful that it was reasonably dark so that other men couldn't stare at her so much. During a couple of dances John could see various men gazing at Carol's body as she moved around the dance floor. For the most part Carol kept her eyes closed so that she couldn't see who might be looking. After an hour or so and several drinks later both John and Carol were feeling very relaxed. They were sitting chatting when a tall muscular Arab man appeared at their table. "Pardon the intrusion," he said, "but I wondered whether I could have a dance with your lovely wife?" John was immediately confronted by the opening gambit of his fantasy. Here was a man asking his wife to dance. Where might it lead? Carol on the other hand immediately said, "No thank you, I'm married, it wouldn't be proper." "Oh come on Carol, the man just wants a dance. You know you love dancing, why don't you let..." "Abdou," responded the dark stranger, "yes, why don't you let Abdou have just one dance?" Carol was flustered, why was her husband letting another man dance with her? She couldn't think of a reasonable objection and so she found herself saying ok to just one dance. As she rose from the table Carol looked daggers at John. She couldn't believe it. There was no further time for thought as the big Arab pulled Carol to the dance floor. As John watched he realised that Abdou was a big man. He looked to be about 40yrs old but at some 6ft 4 inches in height he looked very muscular and fit. John watched as they danced to a fairly quick number and then when the music ended he could see Carol turn to come back to the table. Abdou however caught her arm and pulled her back. He was not going to let her go after just one dance. Oh no. Abdou wanted to hold this fair skinned beauty tight to his big body and hopefully she would feel his big cock as it erected against her taught and toned tummy. Yes he thought to himself I'm going to enjoy the slow seduction of this one. Abdou had been in the club when they arrived and had looked on with increasing arousal and excitement as this blond long legged wife had danced with her wimp of a husband. He didn't care that they were married; on the contrary it made the chase and capture more exciting. After all he had done it many times before, but never with a woman as beautiful as this one. And so as he pulled Carol back to him he said "Please just one more, this is a slower number and we can relax a bit." Carol again had no answer to the reasonable request. She could feel her heart thumping and herself blushing like a school girl at the thought of dancing with this hulk of a man. "Alright, I'll dance one more." Abdou smiled at her and Carol felt herself being pulled in close to the big man. Try as she might to keep him at arm's length, the slow music made it a necessity to dance close. She sighed and gave up the struggle and let Abdou put his hand on her back and pulled her in close. Carol realised that she had no where to put her head other than against his chest and that's when she realised how tall he was. With her five inch heels on she knew she was pushing 6 feet, yet Abdou still seemed to tower over her. As they moved around the dance floor Carol could smell his musky odour and strangely she found herself becoming aroused by the smell. To her shame she could feel her nipples hardening and was sure Abdou would notice. Abdou did indeed notice. With her head against his chest he could smell her scented hair and this coupled with the intimate closeness of their bodies caused his cock to grow and thicken. He hoped this American wife would feel his passion building against her lithe body. Carol certainly noticed something pushing into her tummy but couldn't quite register what it was. "It can't be his penis," she thought, "It's much too big, surely?" From John's vantage point he had a ring side seat to the couple. It looked so sexual as they danced, the big tanned man holding his fair skinned wife close. He could see Abdou's big hand on her lower back and every so often it would dip down onto her sexy bum. John wondered whether the big Arab was getting aroused by dancing so intimately with his wife and if so what Carol would think if she felt the man's erection. Carol had exactly the same thoughts as she was guided round the dance floor expertly. As they danced she was constantly reminded of the huge bulge in Abdou's trousers. She just couldn't believe that it was this man's penis; no man could have something so big surely? Abdou made sure that he pulled this sexy woman close at every opportunity and he hoped he was stoking the fire that would allow him to bed this wife later that night. When there was a break in the music, Carol excused herself and went to the restroom. Abdou sauntered over to the table where John was sitting. "She's a good dancer isn't she?" said John. "Oh yes the best," agreed Abdou. He was trying to think of a way of progressing his slow seduction of this white woman and decided to be bold. "Look John, the band will be winding up soon, why don't you both come back to my apartment and I'll show you some Moroccan hospitality. I also have some special liquor that I know you'll love." John's mind was racing with the possibilities of the situation. Would this be the chance to see his wife seduced and taken by this big stud? Supposing Carol won't agree? Before he could engage his brain John found himself agreeing to Abdou's offer. "Wonderful, wonderful," beamed Abdou and he could feel his big cock twitch at the thought of bedding this beautiful wife. Just then Carol reappeared looking slightly less flushed than before. "What are you two talking about?" she said. Before John could say a word, Abdou said "Well my dear, your husband has kindly accepted by invitation of hospitality at my apartment." Carol didn't know what to say. She had thought John would whisk her off back to the hotel and give her the fucking she desperately needed. Rubbing up against Abdou's manhood for over an hour had taken its toll and she could feel how wet she was. In fact in the restroom she had needed to dab at her inflamed pussy with tissue paper in order to stop her juices soaking her skirt. Why do I always get so wet when I'm ovulating she wondered? "Well I suppose we could come and see where you live," she said, "but we mustn't stay too late must we John?" "What? I err no, I suppose not," stammered John as Abdou rose and offered Carol his arm. And so five minutes later the three of them found themselves heading off to an apartment where the lives of John and Carol would be changed forever. As they walked along John held one of Carol's arms and Abdou the other. However after a while John consciously let go of his wife's arm and stepped behind Abdou. This was not lost on the big Arab and he put his big protective arm around John's wife as if to say to everyone she's mine. If Carol hadn't been so dazed by the evening's events, she might have noticed various other Arab men smiling at Abdou with knowing grins. They had recognized the situation immediately; a western couple with cuckold husband following on as a big powerful Arab man led the wife to his bed. Soon they reached Abdou's apartment and both John and Carol were pleasantly surprised at how spacious it was. "Let me get you some drinks," said Abdou as both John and Carol collapsed into a big recliner. Having sorted the drinks, Abdou put some music on and walking over to Carol he said, "Can we have another dance Carol, you're such a good dancer?" Before Carol could answer she felt her husband pushing her up. "Go on Carol, you know how much you enjoy it." John secretly wanted to see his wife in the arms of this Adonis again and who knows maybe more. Having no real reason to object, Carol agreed and as she accepted Abdou's hand she couldn't help but feel a shiver at the thought of being reacquainted with his penis, albeit covered by his trousers. She had a suspicion however that he wasn't wearing any under garments since his penis had seemed so clearly outlined back in the club. As he clasped her to himself Abdou could feel his big cock twitch once again. He moved one hand down to the small of her back, just to test the waters and meeting no resistance after another minute or so he moved his hand onto her sexy bottom. He could feel through the thin dress that Carol wasn't wearing pants, or perhaps only very skimpy ones and he couldn't wait to see her naked. Carol felt lost in a different world as she circled round with this big man. Not only she could feel his penis growing hard against her once more, but she felt his big hand on her bottom pulling her onto his hardness. When she looked at her husband she noticed that he was just rubbing his own penis through his trousers. "My goodness," she thought, "he's getting turned on watching us. Supposing I flirt a bit more and show him what he's missing?" With that Carol deliberately started to open her legs and let Abdou's muscular leg rub against her inflamed sex. This change in Carol's demeanor was not lost on Abdou. He let his hands roam all over the back of this sexy white wife and he leaned down to kiss and nibble her neck and ears. He heard Carol sigh and knew that he was close to capturing this sexy wife. "Carol, let's give John a show to remember shall we?" Carol was brought back from her dreamlike state by Abdou's question. "What do you mean?" she asked. Almost in a whisper Abdou said, "Just this." He had already found the zipper that ran down the back of Carol's dress and he had it in his hands as he spoke to her. He slowly started to pull the zipper down and it was half way down her back before Carol realised what was happening. "Wait Abdou, we can't do this I'm married." "So what of it, John wants me to undress you, don't you John?" John had no hesitation in replying in the affirmative. This is what he had wanted for so long. Caught in the confusion and surprise of hearing her husband say that he wanted to see another man, a stranger at that, undress her, Carol just stood while Abdou pulled the zipper right down and then eased the dress off her shoulders. Suddenly she realised that she was standing in only her stockings and garter belt, thong panties and her high heels. As she looked up at Abdou she saw something that she hadn't seen in a man for years and that was undisguised lust. This man was lusting after her, this married women! She should have felt ashamed at her feelings but she didn't. Having got half naked, she realised that she was enjoying the attention of this muscular Arab man. In fact she decided to walk around in front of him as if to say 'look at what my husband has and you haven't'. This might have been a foolish act, but it merely served to confirm what both men knew. For Abdou it confirmed that Carol was absolutely gorgeous, the sexiest western women he had ever seen and that she needed to be loved sexually. For John as he fingered his painfully erect cock, he knew that he was just a few steps away from pushing his wife into bed with another man. He was close to realizing his fantasy. Abdou pulled Carol to him, lifted her face to his and he kissed her. Carol would always remember that first kiss since it was both passionate but more significantly the precursor to her crossing a line that could not be re- crossed, and to setting in motion events that would last her and her husband a lifetime. She accepted his big tongue into her mouth and her tongue fenced with his. She could feel his big hands roaming all over body now and she could also feel her over ripe vagina juicing up again. Suddenly Abdou broke the kiss and taking Carol's hand said, "Come we'll be more comfy in here." So saying, he led Carol into the adjoining bedroom in which there was an enormous bed surrounded by mirrors and also as Carol noticed a mirror above the bed on the ceiling. The significance of this she would remember later. In her trance like state it seemed quite natural that Abdou should start to remove his clothing. Both Carol and John watched as the big man removed his shirt to reveal a hugely muscled chest and then he dropped his trousers and just as Carol had suspected he wore no underwear. His big cock reared up in all is magnificence and Abdou was gratified to hear both husband and wife express surprise at his size. Abdou walked over to the bed where Carol was sitting and stood in front of her, his big cock semi erect. Carol's head was at the same level as the big man's groin and she was amazed at the whole size and muscularity of this man. Her trance like state was broken by Abdou who said softly "Take my cock into your mouth." Carol was aghast, "I can't! It's dirty and I've never done that before." Abdou laughed to himself. This wife was indeed naive and yet he was gratified that he would be the first man to have his cock sucked by her. Lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes, Abdou said, "Do it, you know you want to taste it and I want it now." There was forcefulness behind his words that seemed to command Carol to do this act that had always seemed so abhorrent to her. And so she found herself reaching out and taking Abdou's cock in her hand and stroking it. Carol watched in fascination as her actions caused the cock to grow. Within a few strokes Abdou's cock grew close to full erection at around 10 inches. If Carol had been taken aback by this Arabs size earlier, now she was astounded. She only had her husband's penis to compare this to and she knew that his was only five inches. This magnificent specimen was double that and much thicker. From his vantage point John was also amazed that a man could have a cock so big. Yes he had read stories of men with large cocks, but seeing one close up was amazing. John also felt a wave of excitement when he realised that his wife would be taking something that big into her pretty mouth. Abdou loved the silky feel of this pretty wife's finger wrapped around his throbbing cock. As he watched her face he could see the conflict in this innocent women and was looking forward to the final conquest. Suddenly he felt Carol's tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft and he couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. As for Carol she was warming to her task and found that licking a penis was not that bad after all. She loved the way it throbbed in her hand and she realised that she had the power to make this big man feel good. As she allowed more of his penis onto her mouth she decided she would do her best to make him enjoy it and hopefully bring him off so that she and her husband could go home for some passionate love making. If only she knew how wrong she was! Neither Abdou nor John were in a hurry for things to come to an end. Although Abdou was really enjoying this western wife sucking his cock, he knew it was her cunt that he had to possess in order to fully cuckold this husband. And so with much sadness after some five minutes of Carol doing her best to please him, Abdou pulled away from her. Carol looked disappointed. "Didn't I please you?" she asked. "Yes, yes," sighed Abdou, "but I don't want to come in your pretty mouth." So saying, he helped Carol on to the center of the bed and pushed her onto her back. "Now I am going to return the favor and make you feel good." Carol was puzzled at what Abdou had in mind, but when she saw his big head dive down between her legs and his tongue come into contact with her vagina, she knew what he had in mind. "No, not there, it's so dirty, I... oh, oh Abdou I..." Her sentence was unfinished as she felt electric shocks running through her loins as this man licked and probed and sucked. Abdou loved the smell and taste of this wife. Like all western women he loved how fresh they smelt and how neatly her bush was trimmed, not like the local women at all. He was going to make this naive wife beg for his cock and show her sissy husband how a woman should be loved. John looked on with a mixture of excitement but some jealousy as well. Carol had never let him lick her down there, but there again he had never been that forceful with her. He now realised that he should have been more dominant with her. John realised that his own cock was straining for release and so he dropped his pants and underwear and took his throbbing cock in hand and started to toss himself off at the sight in front of him. Carol was fast approaching her first orgasm and she knew it was going to be a big one. The pleasure just kept on growing and building and growing until with a massive shriek and gripping the sheets in her hands she arched her whole body as her orgasm broke. She felt as if someone had connected her to an electric supply. Her whole body was tingling with pleasure radiating out from her core; her vagina seemed to be acting as the dynamo for her pleasure. Abdou was gratified that he brought this wife off is such a spectacular manner. He was certain she would never have had such a big or intense orgasm before. He kept on sucking and licking as Carol shook and writhed and he was genuinely surprised at how hard she had come off. He could feel her body pulsing into his face. It took a few minutes for Carol to come down from the massive high that she had just experienced. As she came back to reality she felt the big man moving up over her body until he was lying on top of her and his big brown eyes were looking into hers. Without hesitation Carol lifted her face to his and kissed him. "Thank you Abdou, that was amazing, I have never felt like that before." "It was my pleasure," said Abdou, "but the best is still to come." "What do you mean," Carol asked, thinking that now would be a good time to leave. "I'm going to make love to you and make you feel like a real woman," said Abdou. "Oh no, I can't make love to you, I'm married and I can't break my marriage vows." "But your husband wants to see me make love to you and admit it, you're dying to feel what a cock like mine would feel like aren't you?" "No, I-I... I'm not I... John is he right? Do you want him to make love to me? I'm your wife, it would be wrong." Both Carol and Abdou turned towards John and what a picture he was, sitting in a chair with pants around his ankles and small cock in hand. John was caught up in the sheer spectacle and overcome by lust. He knew he had to see Abdou make love to his wife, here was his chance to fulfill his fantasy and watch his wife being taken by a big cocked stranger. "Yes I want Abdou to please you. He deserves to make love to you after pleasuring you like he has." Abdou smiled, he knew his husband was under his spell and would not stop him from taking his wife. "See, he wants it and you want it." As he spoke Abdou was rubbing his bloated cock head across Carol's sopping cunt and made sure that he kept dragging his cock across her inflamed clitoris. "Put me in," said Abdou. Carol's mind was in turmoil, she couldn't believe that her husband wanted another man to make love to her, and yet he had said it front of them both. "Ok," she whispered, "put a condom on and make love to me." "I'm sorry," said Abdou, "but I won't be using a condom, I never use them and besides they don't fit me anyway." Carol's eyes widened, "No, no way, you've got to use a condom, I'm not on the pill and totally unprotected. I can't risk getting pregnant by you, especially as I'm fertile right now." John had been avoiding the question of contraception in his mind, but he knew that his ultimate fantasy was to see his wife fucking another man bareback. And so he found himself saying "It's alright Carol, let Abdou take you bareback, he will be careful and pull out before he comes. Besides, his cock will feel much better without anything wrapped round it." Carol couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her husband wanted her to make love with another man and to cap it all to take her without any protection. Was he mad? She had never had a bare cock inside her, since she and John always used condoms. However she had to admit she was curious as to what Abdou's cock would feel like skin to skin and so she found herself telling him, "Abdou, you can make love to me without a condom, but promise me you will be very careful and pull out before you come. Will you promise me that?" Looking into her trusting eyes, Abdou said, "I will do my best to be careful; we will both listen to what our bodies need and want." Carol didn't quite understand what that meant but she believed he was going to be a gentleman and pull out before he came. "Now put me into you," Abdou said with a tone that suggested that Carol should comply. "And you husband, come over here and watch as your wife takes my big cock." And so it was that Carol found herself gripping Abdou's big cock with her left hand and John watched in awe as his lovely wife held the Arab's shaft. It seemed especially erotic as Carol's wedding bands caught the light as she rubbed this stranger's cock up and down her slit and then eased the giant head into the split of her womanhood. As Abdou pushed a couple of inches in to Carol he heard her intake of breath. As for Carol she felt as if something was trying to split her vagina in two. Abdou kept up the firm and insistent pressure and suddenly he had six inches pushed into the squealing wife. "I bet I'm deeper than your husband now aren't I Carol?" said Abdou. "Oh yes you are, is there much more to go?" moaned Carol. "Yes, but you can take it, just relax." And so Abdou began a gentle rocking motion that saw him gradually work more and more of his big cock into the welcoming channel of this wife. As John looked on he could see that Carol was gradually opening up for Abdou and after a few minutes the big Arab had managed to stuff all of his cock into his wife. He could see Abdou's big balls pushing up against Carol's bum and he became aware of his wife whimpering and making little 'uh uh' noises each time the big shaft was pushed fully home. Abdou was in heaven, he had never felt such a tight gripping, quivering pussy before and the feelings encircling his cock were fantastic. His initial thoughts that this wife would be a great fuck were being realised as he ploughed his big cock into the whimpering wife. Carol was also sharing the wonderful sensations being generated by Abdou's cock. She couldn't believe that she had taken this man's entire massive penis into her vagina, but when she had felt his big balls slapping her pert bum, she knew that she had taken him all. Yes there had been some discomfort especially when his cock head had pushed into her cervix, but after a while she felt that he had pushed that barrier open and now the pain had been replaced by a feeling of being totally full, totally stuffed to her core. Any misgivings about letting another man make love to her had vanished and she now realised what she had been missing, with a small cocked man as a husband. Deciding to abandon herself to the fuck, Carol looked up and for the first time noticed the mirrors on the ceiling. She was mesmerized by the reflection of Abdou covering this fair skinned white woman, whose long stocking clad legs were draped across the man's calves. Could this really be me, Carol wondered. As she gazed at the reflection she noticed the body of the woman jerking in time to the thrusts of the big Arab. She marveled at the muscular form of the man and in particular the large thrusting bum that was driving an enormous cock in and out of her body. John was getting more and more worked up as he watched his wife being taken by the big Arab. As he stroked his cock he hoped that he would not come before Abdou pulled out and sprayed his come across his wife. As he knelt by the bed he realised just how erotic the couple looked, the fair skinned wife clad only in strappy stiletto sandals, long lithe legs encased in nylons, draped across the thighs of the dark skinned Arab whose body was focused on driving a big cock in and out of this unprotected wife. The contrast in the two skin colors was fantastic and to see his wife's hand around the back of the Arab, wedding bands twinkling as she held close this man who was so expertly ploughing her willing furrow. Although he was excited beyond belief, there was a nagging doubt at the back of his mind about pregnancy. Although Abdou had promised he would pull out before he came, could he be trusted? After all, the feeling of fucking another man's wife's unprotected and fertile womb must be tremendous and wouldn't he want to finish the fuck by spewing his virile seed inside her? These thoughts were interrupted by the moans from his wife, who had become more vociferous over the past few minutes. John realised she was going to come again. Abdou knew as well, he could feel Carol's grip tightening on him and when she moved her legs up around his waist and grabbed his neck he could feel her orgasm begin. "Ohhh yes, oh my god, ahh I'm coming, yes, yes YESSS!" Carol thought she would faint as her orgasm engulfed her. The pleasure was indescribable; every part of her body seemed to come alive as she thrashed around on the huge fuck stick that was pounding her convulsing cunt. Abdou rode through her orgasm, determined not to let the pace of his fucking lessen. As the white wife lessened her grip on his neck, he was gratified to feel her long sexy legs clasped around his thrusting buttocks. What a sight it must be for her pathetic husband. Well it wouldn't be long now; soon it would be time for them to receive his Moroccan gift, as he emptied the contents of his big balls into the helpless wife. He prayed to God she was ovulating today so that he could seed her in front of her husband. Gradually as Carol came down from the high of her orgasm she realised that Abdou was becoming more urgent in his love making. She guessed that he had to be getting close to orgasm himself, after all he'd been fucking her for ages. "Abdou!" she gasped between thrusts, "don't forget to pull out will you?" There was no reply from Abdou other than a grunt. "Abdou are you listening? Please be careful, don't come inside me or I will get pregnant." Abdou lifted himself up on his arms and stared down into the eyes of Carol. "I'm sorry Carol, but I've got to come inside you and fill you with my Arab seed, it's my duty to send you home a real woman, one who has been fucked and seeded by a big cock." John was roused to say something, "No Abdou, you promised, please don't make her pregnant with your baby, everyone will know. Pull out and come on her breasts." "Yes, yes," said Carol, "please do that, don't come in me please I'm begging you." Abdou just smiled. "Sorry, I'm going to fuck a baby into you. I'm going to show your husband how a woman should be impregnated and I'll send you home with an Arab baby to swell you womb. Now hold on and prepare for your Moroccan gift." So saying Abdou set to on the last part of his journey in the cuckolding of this western couple. He could feel his Muslim seed churning in his big balls and he knew he had plenty to inseminate the womb of this women. As he brought his fucking to a climax he noticed that Carol was once again tightening her grip on him. He could feel her cross her ankles over his bum and once again her hands were pulling his head down toward her. As he dipped his head lower he felt Carol pull his ear close to her mouth and he heard her whisper the words, "Seed me Abdou, make me pregnant, I want my belly to swell with your Arab child." Abdou was amazed at her sudden change but not totally surprised. He had seen it before, when white women succumbed to lust and yearned for his spunk in their fertile wombs. Well he wouldn't disappoint this beauty, if she wanted a baby; he would certainly give her one. John was frantically masturbating and scarcely able to breathe thinking about what was about to happen. He knew he couldn't stop Abdou putting his Arab seed into his wife, but part of him knew he had to witness this ultimate betrayal of their marriage vows. With a sudden groan he came, his thin watery sperm splashing uselessly across his legs. Just at that moment, Abdou felt his spunk beginning to rise. "Oh Carol, I'm going to come and fill you with my seed, here comes my baby you western slut." Carol could feel Abdou's cock swell inside her and knew he was about to come. "Yes my love, give it to me, breed me, make me yours and swell my belly with your baby." Abdou groaned, "Arghhh..oh yes here it is..." and with that he roared like a bull and started to fire his virile seed into the fertile womb of this lovely wife. Again and again he pumped as wave after wave of his sperm was pushed into the helpless wife. John watched on with a mixture of fascination and horror as he saw the big man's bum muscles clench time and time again, knowing full well that this was signalling volleys of spunk being fired into the unprotected womb of his wife. The climax seemed to go forever, which was not perhaps surprising since Abdou hadn't come for nearly two weeks. Carol was getting the benefit of his swollen balls. Eventually however the thrusting stopped and the pair of them lay recovering from the fantastic mating. Abdou made sure that he kept his big cock plugged inside of Carol to ensure that his sperm did its job. Not that he needed to bother since his big cock had fired his seed directly into her uterus and as they lay his seed was seeking out the helpless wife's egg. Carol lay softly stroking Abdou's back and she continually kissed the man who has just made her a mother. Oh yes, she was in no doubt that the combination of large cock, big balls and her state of fertility would combine to make her pregnant. She didn't want to let Abdou go, but eventually the big man pulled out of her and stood looking down at his conquest. John just sat spellbound looking at the flushed body of his freshly fucked wife and his gaze was drawn to her sex which was plastered with their combined love juices. After Abdou had cleaned himself up he said to Carol, "If you want some more come back tomorrow and I will make love to you again." Carol looked at him through lust filled eyes and said, "I might just do that, after all, we want to make sure that I'm pregnant don't we!" John didn't know what to say, but sat in silence as his wife dressed and they hardly spoke a work all the way back to the hotel. When John got into bed with Carol he thought that he should make love to his wife to give his sperm a chance to impregnate her. However he was rebuffed by Carol who told him she had to know who the father of a baby would be and so that until her next period came she would only fuck Abdou. John didn't know what to say, but knew that at least temporarily he had lost his wife to the Arab. And so it was that for the next five days Carol visited Abdou's apartment, where she was thoroughly fucked and seeded numerous times. On the day they were due to go home, she got Abdou to fuck her four times and she boarded the plane home with his seed dripping out of her cunt and soaking her pants. Once back home they waited for Carol's period to come but of course it never did. After two months Carol took a home pregnancy test and went slightly pale when she realised that she was indeed pregnant with an Arab baby. Despite arguments with John, there was however no chance of her getting rid of the baby and she told John she would carry it to full term. What she would tell her parents she had no idea, but she knew one thing and that was every time she looked at her swelling belly she would remember the fantastic fucking that her given her their first baby.
Friday, 24 June 2016
Gosh I have been having weird dreams lately. It was not until recently I found out why. Now my dreams have stepped into reality. Let me explain: Twelve years ago the lady of my dreams, my wife, died in childbirth. I was left with our daughter Eleanor in my care for all these years. Raising her has kept me from having any kind of sex life except my video collection I would watch once Ellen went to bed. Lately I was having dreams about my wife Helen (yes Ellen is named after her). What is weird about that is that I have not had dreams about her in a decade. Further strange is that in my dreams we actually have sex and I end up cumming. Normally if I have sex in a dream, I wake up before I get very far. I even woke up right after one of these dreams and found cum on my belly. So that is my life lately. I find myself hoping for the end of the day so I will be re-united again with my one love in my sleep. Every night she comes and visits me and we have wonderful sex. Tonight I find myself in bed as usual and like the past week, I do not even bother to put on a porno flick to fall asleep to after whacking off. I pass into dreams quickly. I am laying on a hotel bed, a very seedy place, pictures are screwed to the wall, bed covers look like they have not been changed in a couple of months, and there is a place on the night stand to put in quarters to activate the vibrating bed. I have been here with her before in my dreams. Once she comes out of the bathroom, nothing else matters. Then I hear it. A slow creak as the door opens. I try to look over at her as she walks in out of the bathroom, but as happens in a lot of dreams I have, I find it hard to look directly at something. When I do manage to look in her direction, there is a bright light surrounding her that makes it hard to focus on what she looks like, but I can see she is moving towards the bed. Not a word is spoken between us, there never is. Then I feel her getting onto the bed and like a shade is lifted, I can see her face. She is as young and angelic as I remember her. She wears such a smile on her face that even her eyes look like they are smiling. She carefully climbs up and straddles me. I feel the open wet lips of her cunt welcome my cock in. In only a moment I am buried to the hilt in her pussy and we start making love. I want this moment to last forever. I look down at her amazing body; she is wearing a delicate see through negligee that only just covers her breasts, and I can feel it touch my skin occasionally as she moves up and down on me. Her breasts are small by most standards, but to me they are perfect. They stand firm and erect from her body pressing against the negligee tightly. Her abdomen is tight and muscular. I always hate the next part of this dream and I feel it approaching. This is where I cum in her. Why do I hate this part? It means our lovemaking is nearly over. There is not even any cuddling after in these dreams. But suddenly something is different. She lifts her body off of me before I cum and she leaves me hanging on the edge of ecstasy. As I watch her, things become fuzzy. I see and feel her shift around some, but the details start to become hard to see. Then I feel her take my cock in her hand. This is a new twist I think to myself. She is going to give me a hand job. But suddenly something is wrong. I feel a pain at the tip of my prick. It is like she is smashing it against something. The pain subsides for a moment and then starts again. The pain, though not excruciating, is enough to draw me out of the dream. The pain comes with me to my awakened state. Once again the pain starts then suddenly changes, I feel like someone has put my dick in a vise, a warm, wet, tight vise. I am still not fully awake, but the pain is subsiding and I am starting to enjoy the feeling. Just then the vise moves all the way down my dick and I hear a muffled moan. I open my eyes and see sitting on my dick my wife. Same youthful face, same small breasts, and a nightgown that clings to her body showing me her beautiful form. "Oh, Helen!" I hear myself cry out. This is the first time I have ever actually been able to say anything to her in my dreams. I look straight in her face and she looks startled for a moment. "Daddy?" It is my daughter, not my wife that is impaled on my dick. She looks confused for a moment, then starts to cry. "Eleanor, what's wrong?" A daughter crying can distract you from nearly anything; right now I nearly made me forget that I was in a forbidden position with my daughter. "Y-Y-You are going t-t-t-to be mad at m-m-m-me," she stammered out. Involuntarily, my dick flexed and reminded me of what I was to be mad at her about, for some reason, I wasn't. "Honey, sweetie, it is okay, let's talk about it." "I-I-I snuck into your room l-l-last week." She started explaining to me. "I-I-I know I am not supposed to b-b- because of your." She broke off for a moment and then motioned towards the wall containing my porno collection. "I know you do not want me watching." She continued after a loud sniffle. "B-b-but there was a loud thunderstorm and I was scared. And, well, you were asleep, and well, they were doing stuff on the screen. I tried to ignore it, but it made me feel all funny." At this point I noticed that on purpose or just involuntarily, little Ellen's hips started grinding against my groin. The feeling was remarkable. I looked down at our coupling and saw her pussy bulging with my invading member and a small trickle of blood that had been her maidenhead only a short time before. "Well, " She said after a short pause, "it looked like the guy in the film was enjoying it. I wanted to try it on you, so I sucked on your..." She paused for a moment, though still grinding her pussy up and down me then said it like a forbidden word, "Cock!" She then giggled a moment sending wonderful vibrations down her lithe body and directly into my dick. "You seemed to like it, uh!" her explanation was punctuated with a grunt. "So I kept coming back each night to do it. Eh!" I found myself pushing back at her grindings, not fully involuntary. I knew it was my daughter I was fucking, I knew how wrong it was, but at that moment, I did not care. "I snuuuuck in tooooday while you were at woooooork to get new ideas." She was no longer stammering, but moaning as she spoke. Her body, no longer just grinding against me, but lifting itself off of me and then sucking me back into her again as she would rise and fall upon her daddy's dick. I looked down at our coupling, her pussy engorged with the same cock that went into her mom to make her. If I was not careful, I could be getting Ellen pregnant as well. Somehow though, I was not worried about that. I saw a small trickle of blood between us that once had been my daughter's maidenhead. "I saw them dooooo this and it looooooked like they boooooth enjoyed it." I could feel her pussy flexing wildly on me. Her fucking started to become erratic. I could tell she was as near completion as I was. "I thoooought I would try..." My beautiful daughter did not finish her sentence. She went suddenly erect and started moaning and yelling incoherently. At the same time I filled her pussy with my incestuous seed. When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my chest. "Thank you daddy for not being mad." I heard her whisper as she fell right to sleep on me with my cock still buried in her cunt. I finally got my cuddling.
Thursday, 23 June 2016
Billy finished tightening the last bolt along the exhaust system of the freightliner. He was the best truck mechanic they had. Billy came up the hard way without having a formal education. He wasn't dumb by any means but he just wasn't good with books. "Billy... Are you just about done working under that thing? I need you to bring that red truck inside before you go home tonight. I want to get a fresh start on it in the morning. I told Frank he'd have his rig tomorrow..." "OK Mr. Jones... I'll be done here in a minute and bring it inside the building before I leave." Billy wiped his hands thinking about Mr. Jones, his new boss. He was the first black man Billy ever worked for in his whole life. Mr. Jones could be a little pushy and demanding at times. Mr. Jones seemed to be pushing Billy at times, testing him. Billy was good working on the trucks. He just had trouble reading books. He'd got his job five years ago when a good friend of his family hired him on to work for the company. Billy knew he wouldn't be able to pass any book tests, but they gave him a break and now he was their best truck mechanic. Billy didn't hear anything and assumed Mr. Jones walked back to his office and slowly rolled the creeper out from under the truck. Mr. Jones was standing next to Billy's tool box starring at pictures that Billy had posted of his wife, Daisy. Billy got up from the creeper and finished wiping his hands as he watched Mr. Jones examining the two pictures of Daisy hanging from the tool box. "My Lord Billy! Tell me whom this pretty blonde in these pictures you have posted here? Is she your sister or something?" "That's my wife, Daisy... Sir. We've been married for five years now!" Mr. Jones pealed the picture off the tool box and took a closer look at the blonde woman in the picture. The picture showed Daisy wearing a black bikini when they visited the beach last summer. "You have any kids?" "Uh... Mr. Jones... We don't have any kids yet. We're going to start trying really soon. We were hoping after my next raise." Mr. Jones kept holding the picture of Daisy, taking note of her large breasts and long slim legs and the tiny waist she had. Daisy's long blonde hair which was enhanced by her black bikini. "Billy... Would you mind if I take this picture back to my office? I'll put it back in your tool box before I leave tonight." Billy was surprised as he wondered why Mr. Jones wanted Daisy's picture. He wanted to tell the man to put it back but he was afraid of losing his job and hesitantly replied. "Yeah. That would be fine, Mr. Jones." Billy watched the tall black man walk back to his office with his wife's picture in his hand. He figured the man never been with a white woman before and was going to fantasize a little before going home tonight. Billy felt uncomfortable about letting him have the picture but figured it wouldn't do any harm letting the man get a few thrills. The very next morning, Billy checked to make sure Mr. Jones had brought back the picture of his wife and sure enough, it was hanging in the same spot again. Later that morning, Mr. Jones called Billy over the intercom system to report to his office. Billy was smeared with oil from a bad leak he was fixing but crawled out from under the huge semi truck and wiped his hands off the best he could before entering Mr. Jones office. "You called me? Mr. Jones?" "Billy. I called your wife and she's on her way here with your lunch. I told her how you forgot it this morning and she was nice enough to bring it here for you." "Mr. Jones... Uh... I have my lunch in my tool box out in the shop. I didn't forget it." Mr. Jones had a surprised expression on his face as he replied, "Billy. I think I got you confused with Ted out there. I'm really sorry about that. Well, your wife is on her way here with a lunch for you so we just won't tell her about the mistake I made and get her mad." Billy didn't really know what else to say as he wiped the oil off his hands. He happened to glance down at Mr. Jones desk and saw a duplicate picture of Daisy in her black bikini. Mr. Jones saw him looking at the picture and quickly came to his own defense. "Oh... Uh... Billy. I hope you didn't mind that I made a copy of this wonderful photograph of your wife. She is a lovely woman and thought I'd just make a copy for myself." Billy could feel the anger building in his system but didn't want to piss off Mr. Jones and lose his job. Mr. Jones could see Billy's displeasure and quickly spoke in his own defense again. "Billy... You know, we'll be talking about that raise you were expecting. I'm very pleased with the good work you have been doing here. We'll get together on that later this week. You can go back and finish what you were doing and I'll give you a call when your wife arrives here." Billy didn't say anything, but walked out of Mr. Jones office with disapproval written all over his face. Daisy pulled into the parking lot and combed her long blonde hair in the mirror. Daisy applied a fresh coat of lipstick and smacked her lips before getting out of the car and walking up to the office with the little lunch bag in her hand. Daisy wore heels most of the time and today wasn't any different. Her hips swayed in her tight jeans and her blonde hair waved in the wind as the two men working on a truck tire smiled at her as she walked past them. The tight pink sweater she was wearing made her boobs appear extremely large, which they were. Daisy walked into the reception room where she found Mr. Jones waiting for her. Mr. Jones had a devilish grin on his face as he smiled at the attractive blonde woman. "You must be Daisy! ....Billy's wife?" "Yes... I'm Daisy! ....You must be Mr. Jones... Billy's Bose?" "Yes... I'm Mr. Jones... Please: Come in and sit down." Mr. Jones had his eyes focused on the beautiful young housewife as she sat in the chair in front of his desk holding the little brown lunch bag in her hand. Daisy was beautiful. She met Billy while in school back in Alabama, and dropped out in the eleventh grade to marry Billy. Daisy could be any man's dream as a trophy wife as long as she kept her mouth shut. Daisy was smacking gum in her mouth as she looked and smiled at Mr. Jones. She was naive about most things and in most cases, one would think she had a mind of a thirteen-year-old. Daisy's body had twenty-two written all over! Mr. Jones sat in his chair and rolled it around the corner of his desk until he was faced directly in front of Daisy. "Daisy, I would like you to call me Frank. I'm very glad I have this chance to meet with you concerning your husband. Don't get me wrong! ....He's a good worker and one of my best." "Oh! What's wrong with Billy? Is he in trouble about something?" "Well, it's not exactly his work that has been troubling me here lately. I was looking over your husband's employment records and it seems as though he never finished high school!" "Oh Frank, Billy is a smart man and he knows everything about working on those big trucks you have here. Why, he can figure just about anything out, when it comes to those big engines." Frank pulled out Billy's employment records from a drawer and scooted his chair in front of the desk to show Daisy. "You see, Daisy... Billy never finished high school and I'm afraid our requirements state that our employee's must have a high school education. If this were to get out to the other employee's here or to people we turned away that didn't meet our requirements, well... All sorts of things could happen!" Frank was starring at Daisy's tight pink sweater and could see she was wearing a black bra underneath it. He gave Daisy the papers to look at and his hand brushed against her soft hand when she reached for the papers. "Frank, my husband can do his job and he's not afraid to go back to school if he has too." "Daisy, I'm afraid I will have to let your husband go... I'm so sorry about this but I can't take a chance having someone find out about this mistake." "Frank... My husband needs his job... What would we do for money if he lost this... My husband is a very hard working man... There must be something you could do to help him... Please... Frank... You can't let this happen!" Frank knew he had Daisy hooked but wanted her to swallow the bait, sort of speaking. "Daisy, I'm afraid that if this ever got out to someone we turned down for a job because of their schooling than I may face a lawsuit. Surely, you understand my position on this. I'm really sorry about all this." Daisy began to cry as she leaned forward and put her hands to her face. She looked up at Frank with pity as she pulled a napkin out of her little purse. "Please Frank... There must be something for my husband?" Frank looked at Daisy with pity in his eye's than got up out of his chair and took the little brown lunch bag she had been carrying for her husband and took it out to his secretary to give to Billy and told his secretary that he would be in a meeting and didn't want to be disturbed. He walked back into his office and locked the door. "Daisy, will you follow me into my meeting room so we can talk?" Daisy stood up and followed Frank back to the other room. It was dark except for a one-way window that faced the garage where the men worked on the trucks. Frank took Daisy's hand and walked her toward that window where she could see her husband just a few feet away working on a truck engine. "Billy! Frank... There is my husband out there working right now!" "Yes, I see him but he can't see us and neither can Billy hear anything we say in this room. I put this window in last year so I could keep an eye on the garage whenever I please." "Oh Frank, my husband is full of oil on his hands... See... He works very hard here on his job!" Frank made a bold move and put his hand on Daisy's ass and gently rubbed his hand across her cheeks in the tight blue jeans. "Oh Frank... I don't think you should do that, I'm a married woman... My husband is right out there!" "Daisy, you do want to help save your husband's job... don't you?" Frank gently slipped his hand up under the tight pink sweater until he unclasped the hook to her bra. It was tight and pooped free as Daisy gasped in shock at what Frank had just done. She quickly put her hands up to her tits and held the bra in place. "My God Frank... Stop this right now! I-I can't do this, I'm a married woman!" "Daisy, I thought you wanted to help save your husband's job? Let me help you remove your sweater so we can have a look at your tits." Daisy was shaking and started to cry again as she looked at Frank with terror in her eyes. Frank saw the little diamond on her engagement ring glistening in the dark room which only turned him on even more knowing she was married to the guy right outside the window. "Please... Stop this right now... I'm afraid of getting caught by Billy... " "Don't be afraid... I'm not going to hurt you. Billy can't see in here so you don't have to worry about a thing. Cooperate with me and it will be over really fast." Frank unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the table and unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them along with his shoes. He still had on his socks and red satin boxer shorts. His rock hard cock was sticking straight out from the material and pointed toward Daisy. Frank stepped closer to Daisy and helped her lift her sweater over her head and she quickly held the black bra in place over her large tits as he tossed the sweater onto the table. Daisy had never seen a black man naked before today. Frank was tall and slim and had played basketball in college. He was still in great shape for being in his mid forties. Daisy was holding back from crying as she looked at Frank who was reaching out to her hands at that very moment. "Daisy, allow me to help you remove this so I can see what you have to offer me for your husband's job?" Frank reached out and took hold of the material of her bra and felt her hands trembling as he slowly pulled the bra away from her body and saw her nice full tits for the first time. They were large and natural and her nipples were hard as rock. Frank tossed the bra onto the table along with the other clothes as he reached out and cupped her tits with his hands. "Oh My... These are so nice and soft... I love feeling tits on a white woman... You have a lovely body and you should be very proud of yourself and the fact that your going to save your husband's job today." Frank let go of her tits and reached down to unhook the snap on her jeans and waited as Daisy wiggled her hips allowing the tight material too slid down her legs. She stepped out of them and lost her heels at the same time. Frank was admiring her black thong she was wearing and stepped closer and put his arms around her until he felt her nipples pushing into his chest. Frank's cock was pushed into her navel at the same time as he began kissing around her lips and squeezed her nice round ass cheeks. Daisy swallowed her gum as Frank kissed her on the lips and felt his tongue parting her mouth open. Frank kissed her on the mouth running his tongue deep inside her mouth mixing his saliva with her own making her swallow his along with her own. Frank pulled his shorts down exposing his massive black cock for the first time to Daisy who was starring down at its massive size in terror. "Oh God... No Frank! It's too big for me... I can't take anything that big inside me!" Frank was quickly tugging on her little black thong until it slipped down her thighs and past her knee's and hit the floor below. Frank gazed down at her pussy mound and saw that it was neatly trimmed into a V shape. Frank picked Daisy up by her hips and placed her on top of the table which sat against the wall in front of the window. Daisy wasn't putting up any resistance at all. She figured she better get this over as quick as she could and try to forget that it ever happened. Frank was kissing her tits now than licking his way down her belly and to her thighs. He took his hands and pushed her back down on the table than started to kiss her thighs again. Daisy had her feet resting on the table with her legs spread wide for him. Her eyes were closed as she tried not to think about the black man that was about to rape her. Frank leaned down and began sucking her pussy making it all wet with his tongue. Daisy was trying not to cry as she felt him licking her pussy sending chills down her whole body. She felt so afraid knowing that her husband was only a few feet away at that very moment. Frank worked his tongue on her pussy, rubbing her clitoris with his tongue until she actually began to respond by moving her hips up. Frank smiled to himself as he took another couple minutes to make sure she was nice and wet. Frank stood up and portioned his thick black cock to the opening of her tight white pussy and moved the head of his cock along the slit a few times until he pushed and made it pop inside causing Daisy to tighten up and scream out at the same time. Daisy was laying flat on the table with her eyes closed as Frank took her legs and laid them over his shoulders as he pushed his cock further inside her belly. She was tight and very wet as he stroked his cock back in forth sending it inside her belly a little further each time. He positioned her ass on the table until it hung over the edge a couple inches and drove himself home until his body was touching her upturned ass cheeks. Daisy started to cry as Frank pushed his cock inside her deeper. "Please... Frank... You should be wearing a condom. I don't want to get pregnant with a black baby!" "Don't worry about a thing... I've had a vasectomy." Daisy stopped crying when she heard Frank say he had a vasectomy. He was still grinning about the lie he had just told her. The truth was, he never had a vasectomy and his seed was still very potent. Frank started to screw her with Rhythm now and the wet sounds of her pussy filled the room with each stroke of his thick cock. Frank was standing straight up as he sent his huge cock deep inside her belly. Suddenly, Frank got startled to see Billy standing outside in front of the window looking in. Frank looked right back at him realizing that Billy couldn't see them. Billy was digging something from between his teeth as he looked into the glass using it as a mirror. Frank chuckled to himself as he kept screwing Daisy with his big black cock and watching her husband making a fool of himself outside the window. Frank almost died right in that spot as Daisy began to have an orgasm as he felt her legs begin to shake wildly and she let out a loud scream as she lifted her ass up off the table and squeezed Frank's cock. Frank was watching Billy outside the window and saw the expression on his face. He knew that Billy heard something but couldn't figure out what it was with all the noise in the garage. Frank couldn't hold back any longer. It had been over a month since he had any pussy and couldn't hold back any longer as he shot his thick load of seed deep inside Daisy's white belly. "Oh God! That's so good... Daisy, you have a tight pussy!" Billy had walked away and gone back to work as Frank finished dumping his huge load of cum deep inside Daisy's pussy. Frank backed his cock out to the entrance and saw the huge puddle of cum forming inside her pussy and shoved his cock back inside pushing his seed deep into her white belly while he held her legs up lifting her ass off the table and held himself still for several seconds. Frank repeated this several more times giving his seed a chance to mingle with her eggs in her womb. Frank figured that at least she could do was have a kid with him if he was going to let that dumb husband of hers work at his garage. Frank used her thong to wipe up his cum that was leaking out onto the table as he helped Daisy to her feet. Daisy's pussy made a fluttering sound as air and the rest of Frank's seed dripped out of her pussy and onto the floor below. Daisy quickly put on her bra and slipped into the wet thong and pulled her jeans back on and slipped the pick sweater over her head. Daisy looked angrily at Frank as she adjusted her sweater and slipped into her heels. Frank was just pulling his pants up as she grabbed her purse off the table. Frank chuckled as he starred at Daisy. "Daisy... It looks' like you saved your husband's job for now. I want to see you here in my office next Thursday around noon. Only this time I want you to wear a short dress for me without anything underneath. Do you understand?" Daisy was very angry as she walked toward the door without answering his question. She stopped for a second and turned to face Frank. "I'll be here at noon!" Daisy turned and walked out the door slamming in shut behind her as Frank laughed to himself while putting on his shirt. Frank hoped that she would use a douche when she got home if it wasn't too late. He laughed at himself again as he thought that he might already be a daddy.
Wednesday, 22 June 2016
Hi, My name is Jenny. I just have to tell someone the story about what happened that got me so hot, that I continue to try to act this out whenever I can. It happened 4 years ago, when I was just a 19 year old newly-wed. I've been told that I have a perfect body for cock teasing. It just doesn’t occur to me to walk or stand any differently, but guys of all ages react the same way whenever they see me. I like knowing that they are looking at me and thinking about how I would look naked. I always enjoyed the attention, but until this incident I had never gone past the teasing stage. I had been faithful to my husband. At the time this happened, my husband Jake was 24 years old. He was the only man I had ever been with sexually. He fucked me on our third date and I fell in love with him immediately. For a year or so, our sex life was very good. Jake would always tell me I was lucky to have a husband with a huge cock. I assumed his was bigger than normal. I still enjoyed the fact that other men would look at me, even when I was out with Jake. They’d try to hide their interest but it was obvious to me, though Jake just laughed it off. One afternoon we were visiting Jake’s parents. We were all in their swimming pool together. I had worn a pretty skimpy bikini and I had noticed Jake's dad, Andy, staring at my body when he thought no one was looking. This was the first time I was aware he had that kind of interest. I felt a little embarrassed, this being my father in law, but like always it was exciting to have another man looking at me with that hunger in his eyes. As we were getting out of the pool Andy waited for me to climb the ladder, first, standing right behind me. I got nervous and slipped on the hand rail and he caught me as I fell back. I felt his big hands grabbing my thighs and then both breasts. I liked the feeling, even though it was just for a few seconds. Andy laughed and made a joke about me being clumsy. I laughed too and pulled myself up the ladder. As I stood up, I looked back at Andy. He was trying to adjust the crotch area of his baggy trunks. The bulge down there looked like a cucumber! I just stared at it, I guess I had my mouth open. He said hurry up so he could get out, as he tried to hide his hard-on. I couldn't believe how big it looked. "Wow", I thought to myself, "Did I cause him to get so hard?" I even got a little "wet" thinking about him. But I decided it was just a coincidence and that there was no sexy feeling between Jake's dad and me. I put it out of my mind for the moment. Later that night, Jake and I chose to stay at his folks’ house for the night, because we’d both had a little too much to drink. As we were all kicking back watching TV, Jake got up from the couch and said he was really tired. He leaned down, kissed me goodnight and went off to bed. Not long after that Jake's mom also turned in for the night. It doesn’t take much beer to put her out. But Andy and I were still watching TV. Neither of us felt too tired, yet. I guess both of us were thinking about something else. We were watching an HBO "R" rated movie that showed some nudity, and we both seemed real interested in it. A scene came up where an older man and a younger woman were swimming together and started playing with each other. It reminded me so much of the afternoon when I saw Andy's huge hard-on. I was wondering if Andy would be thinking the same thing. It seemed like he was. He was sneaking looks at my legs. I started getting excited again and decided to show him a little more to see if it was my imagination or not. I slowly slid down on the couch a little and let my short skirt hike up to just below my bikini underwear. Now Andy’s eyes were glued to my legs and I could see him carefully trying to adjust his swelling cock. I knew for sure he was enjoying this as much as I was. On the TV screen, the two people were making out and feeling each other up. It looked like the young girl was stroking the man’s crotch, although we couldn't really see anything. Then the man slid his hand into her top and started to play with her hard nipples. Andy looked at me and said "I’ll bet your titties are better than hers." I laughed, "Maybe…" Wow, I could see him stroking himself, now, and he wasn't hiding it at all, just casually squeezing and stroking himself, like he was rubbing a sore arm or something. I moved closer to him and whispered that I thought he had a bigger cock than the man on the TV. He smiled and took my hand and moved it onto his big dick. I squeezed it gently. It felt so damn firm and hot, it made me think of pictures I had seen of a horse. Under my fingers it was getting longer! I said, "Andy, Jake told me his cock was really big and I was a lucky girl to have a husband with such a big one." Andy chuckled. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, all 12 inches of it. Now I couldn’t take my eyes off of it at all. He said, "Well, Jake lied about his cock, but not about you being lucky." He put my hand back on his naked hard-on. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I was so hot for him. I stroked him with my hand and heard him tell me that he had had a hard on many times since he met me and always wanted me to see it. He’d always hoped, just maybe I would like it and we could enjoy each other. By now all I wanted was to put my mouth on it. I bent over his middle and guided his cock over to my mouth. It was so big and smooth and hot, just like Jake’s only twice as big! I sucked it in a little at a time, pumping the shaft with my hand and taking as much of him as I could, while he lay back groaning with pleasure. It didn’t take him long to come in my mouth. I was so excited then that I came a little myself just taking care of this horse cock. Not only was it much bigger than Jake’s, Andy’s pole pulsed and jerked a lot more when he came, and there was a lot more come. I couldn’t swallow it all and half of it spilled down on him and the couch. When he could calm down Andy looked so happy and grateful. He said that was the best blow job he’d ever had and wanted me to know that he idolized me for being so open with him. He put his arm around me and hugged me and said that after he recovered a little he wanted to give my pussy what it really needed. I told him that was fine with me! In about half an hour, he did just that. We stayed right on the couch, making out. In no time he had my top off so he could pay my titties a lot of attention, sucking and squeezing them until I thought my pussy would catch fire. I don’t know what we were thinking, if Jake or his mom had awakened and come out to the family room they’d have gotten a big surprise! But luckily both of them were passed out from too much beer. Before long my panties and skirt came off and joined my top on the coffee table. Andy had his fingers in my pussy as his cock started to stiffen and swell again. I was so wet and ready, I needed him inside me. I straddled him and held his big stiff cock against my slit and felt it slowly slide into me. Even as turned on as I was, it took a little while to ease that thing in, but once he was all the way in it felt so good. He said later that I rode his pole like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco! The way he was built I got so much stimulation, I lost track of how many times I came. He filled me up with his come and I knew then just how lucky I was, like Jake had said but not for the reason he gave. Since that time Andy and I have sex pretty much all the time. I try to take advantage of every chance I get. Jake never seemed to be surprised that I would want to spend almost every weekend at the in-laws. Almost every Saturday we have a barbecue and pool party and a lot of beer. Jake likes to drink and he gets himself steadily plastered so that he doesn’t connect up all the horsing around between me and Andy. By the time it gets dark he’s lucky he can see well enough to find the guest room. And Jake’s mom never stays up past 9 o’clock at night, leaving Andy and me alone to keep each other company. The way I see it, everybody is getting what they need, especially me, and nobody is getting hurt. The other thing is that Jake’s brother, Jason, who is very well hung like his dad, found out what was going on. I suspect that Andy told him, but I don’t care because now both of them take care of my needs. I don’t mind that I have to pretend that I can feel Jake’s "little" cock in me and fake an orgasm, as long as his dad and brother keep me well fucked.
Tuesday, 21 June 2016
These incidents took place last year, and I am still in a state of shock after losing my new wife to superior black cock. I have lost all confidence since she left me, and have not been able to find a new girlfriend. My ex-wife, on the other hand is living in the house next door, having a fine time with her new black lover. I am sure she is fucking not only him but also his friends. It all started when we were offered a cut-price week in Majorca by our next door neighbour Dermott. I had been looking forward to a well-earned holiday with my new bride, Sara, and I had been working hard at my factory job, putting in extra hours on the production line to pay for the trip. Even so, my job only paid minimum wages and we were struggling to afford a decent vacation. Sara is a natural blonde of 27 with a slightly large nose, plump arse and muscular thighs. She works part time at the local riding stables, and with her short blonde hair, oversize tits and strawberry-sized nipples, is considered very pretty by most men. Being 38, overweight and quite ugly myself, I considered her to be a great catch. I knew she had had plenty of boyfriends before me, but her parents were close friends with my mother and father, and had exerted a lot of pressure on her to accept my proposition of marriage. Things could have gone better since the wedding. I was both in love and in lust with her, but unfortunately I was suffering from premature ejaculation. Her slutty bedroom antics were too much for me, and I would usually come before entering her. To make matters worse I was diagnosed as being infertile, and had to break the news to her that I could not give her children. Whereas at first she was sympathetic to our problems, she had recently become more scathing, openly questioning whether she had made the right decision by marrying me. Dermott, a muscular black man in his early thirties, was living next door, and to be honest I was a little scared of him. He never treated me with any respect, and the only time I complained about his music, he told me in no uncertain terms to "Fuck off ya piece a' shit." He was always having visitors round late at night, and I suspected he was involved in crime in some way. I was made more resentful by the fact that he would flirt with Sara in my presence, and to my annoyance and anger she had recently been encouraging him, stopping to talk to him on the street and even waving to him through the window. Well Sara must have mentioned our financial problems to him because next thing I knew he was offering us a couple of tickets to Greece at less than half price. It seemed that two of his friends had pulled out of a package holiday, and he was hoping that Sara and me would make up a foursome. I was in two minds about accepting pointing out that I had never got on well with Dermott. But Sara was sure we should accept the offer: "We'd be stupid not to," she said. "Deep down, I'm sure Dermott is a nice guy. He wouldn't have offered us the tickets if he wasn't." I had been hoping that our holiday would revitalise our love life. If I could relax, I reasoned, my sexual problems might go away. But I didn't know if I could relax sharing the holiday with Larry and, no doubt, one of his white sluts, in tow. But Sara was too was keen to back down, and eventually I agreed to take the tickets. On the day of departure I got the shock of my life. The doorbell rang and there stood Dermott together with another black man -standing well over 6' and even more muscular than Dermott. "This here's Larry," he said. Bro, this piece o' shit is Peter, guy who don't like rap." "Yeah, I've heard about you," said Larry, not bothering to shake hands. "You'd better not come out with any of that "turn the music down" shit in the hotel, we're liable to kick yo lilywhite ass." They both laughed. Then Sara turned up, wearing tight, thin blue shorts and a red halter-top. I saw her give a quick glance at both men and lick her lips. "Who's this?" she asked, looking at Larry with a little-girl surprised voice. "Larry, pleased to meet ya," Larry replied, and the smooth bastard kissed her hand, making her pretty cheeks blush with embarrassment before explaining that he would be sharing a room with Dermott in the hotel. We made our way to the cab and Sara sat in the back, wedged in between the two big black men, while I sat in the front. I was beginning not to like the way this was heading. On the plane journey I kept mainly to myself while Sara chatted to our black travelling companions and drank beer. She was certainly revelling in the attention of the two handsome guys, while I was silently fuming with jealousy. When we arrived at the hotel room a major row began to brew. "Jesus, Sara, just stop it now," I said angrily. "You're my wife, unless you've forgotten. I saw Dermott with his hand on your knee on the plane. We have to steer clear of them, they're bad news." "You boring little fuck," she retorted. "I've had just enough of you and your pathetic sulks?" Just then we were disturbed by loud rap music coming from the next room. I walked onto the balcony and saw Dermott and Larry on the adjacent balcony listening to the music and smoking a reefer. The heavily muscled coal black men were both wearing only shorts, and their bodies were rock hard and perfect. Dermott had the physique of a heavyweight boxer and Larry was also heavily built. He had tattoos on his shoulder and neck. "Hope the music's not dissing you," said Larry to me "Well, as a matter of fact," I began "Because you better get used to it, shithead." He was about to say more but just then Sara poked her head around the door. "Hi guys" she said. "Is that Cypress Hill? I love it." She started to move her ass to and fro to the music. I stomped back into the room, leaving Sara on the balcony swaying and chatting about the music. She obviously preferred talking to them than talking to me. Then, after five minutes of moping in the room, I heard giggles and then screams coming from the balcony. I walked back out, just in time to see two strong black hands lifting my Sara over the rail separating the two balconies. Laughing, she ended up on Larry's lap on the other side. "What's going on?" I asked. "Bitch prefers black men," retorted Dermott. "She dumping yo sad ass." Sara was laughing. "I just came over for a smoke," she explained, taking the joint from Larry's mouth." "Well you can damn well come back this instant." I ordered angrily. I stomped back into the bedroom expecting Sara to follow. She did not, but I could make out snatches of Conversation coming from the balcony. I heard Sara sigh, and then say "Boring? never any fun." Then I made out one of the guys saying: "We're not boring, look." then Sara shrieking with laughter. Then silence, then Sara again "God, how did you get a body like this? Fucking hell Derm?" Then: "Yo like that bitch?" "yeah, like every girl's dream - god, look at those muscles..." "Not like yo wimp ass husband, bitch?" Not able to stand any more I walked out of the hotel room and down to the bar. I bought a stiff drink, and sat down by the pool, where I had a view of the balcony 40ft above. Sara appeared to be sitting on Larry's knee with her feet in Dermott's lap. I couldn't believe my darling wife was flirting blatantly with these uncouth men. After a few minutes they rose and vanished into their room. I gulped my drink down and set off back upstairs. I was determined not to lose my wife to these two black men. I entered our bedroom and pressed my ear to the wall. I thought I heard something, so I pressed a glass against the wall. It was thin, and I could clearly hear what was going on." "Yeah, suck it slut" (SLURP) "Like em big like this, bitch?" (SLURP, SLURP) "You like to suck brothers' cock." "Ooh yeah," I heard my wife breath before her voice was replaced by more slurping sounds. "Yeah, suck on it ya fucking white tart." (SLUUUUURP!!) I couldn't stand it any more and in a rush of blood I stormed round to their front door and began hammering on it. After a couple of minutes the door was flung open and Larry stood there. He was naked, and making no attempt to conceal a thick 11' cock, which appeared to be covered in salvia. "What can I do for you? He asked, laughing. "Have you come to complain about the noise from wife suckin' our dicks?" From inside, I heard Sara laugh. "Please," I said, "Can't I just speak to her for a minute?" "Sure, be my guest," he said, and gestured for me to walk past him into the room. The sight I saw inside shocked me to the bone. Dermott sat naked at the side of the bed, while Sara, the slut was on her knees using both hands to slowly wank the biggest black dick I had ever seen. It was absolutely huge, jet black, the length of a wine bottle and very, very hard. "Bitch!" I yelled and slapped her, hard in the face. In an instant both black men were on me, and the beating I received was merciless. First they battered my face, then held me on the floor and punched me hard on all over my arms and legs Until I was bruised everywhere and pleading with them to stop. Then Dermott pulled me up and held my hands securely as Larry began to bitch-slap me." "She yo our bitch now." (Slap) "She done told us you can't give her no baby. What kind of man is that?" (Slap) (Slap) Sara, still in her tight shorts and halter-top, was sitting on the bed watching my humiliation intently. "How's it feel, whitey? (slap) She loves nigaz, (slap) you can't do nothin' bout it!" (slap) You tuch her 'gin, we'll kill you. How do ya like that? Yo wife out of bounds, now, dickface." Dermott then tugged me by my hair and threw me on down the bed beside Sara. She glanced at me with scorn, then punched me square on the nose. "If you fuckin' try to slap me again, Peter, you're dead," she said. "I want a divorce." The men then pushed me out of the room and locked the door. As I began to crawl back to mine and Sara's room I heard my wife's throaty laugh. That night was the worst of my life. The thin walls meant that I could hear my darling wife being soundly sexed by the two black men. I didn't get a wink of sleep, and I counted nine of her very vocal orgasms before dawn. As I lay there I could only imagine her being passed from man to man, treated like the whore she has obviously become. The next day she returned, but only to carry her suitcase next door. I tried to persuade her to stay and talk to me, but she simply said, "Do you know anything about biology, Peter? Didn't you study it at school?" When I remained silent, she continued "Well I do. I'll give you the facts." She looked me right in the eye. "I am a beautiful, fertile woman, Peter. But you are a man who cannot produce fertile sperm. A runt, if you like." she added, cruelly. "Dermott and Larry, on the other hand, are very, very fertile men. Did you know they have fathered thirteen children between them? They are both what is known as alpha males, Peter, and now they have selected me as their mate. They want to breed me and you know what? I am very, very grateful for that. I am honoured. I will do anything they ask to get the sperm from their big dicks into my womb. I will be their slut for as long as they want me." With that, she swirled on her high heels and left the room. I was left in a state of shock. The rest of the holiday was hell for me. The next night I tried to leave to avoid the racket from the next room, but Dermott and Larry dragged me back into their room, where they took great pleasure in forcing me to sit in a chair and watch while they bred my sweet wife. The rougher they treated her, the more she seemed to enjoy it. She especially liked slurping on Dermott's massive pole while staring at me in the eyes. As I was not allowed to wank, my cock was swollen to bursting. As she sucked Dermott's black cock, she was very vocal, saying things like. "I love feeling the weight of your massive black fuck-stick, darling, it's perfect for breeding me." "You little whore," Dermott said. "What about your husband's cock?" "My ex-husband, don't you mean," she replied between slurps. Still staring into my eyes, she continued: "You know I'm in love with you now and worship your massive black dick (slurp). It's fuckin' huge. How could I go back to that impotent little shithole? Your pole is so fucking massive, Dermott, perfect for breeding black babies." "You hearing this impotent little shit?" asked Larry, who was standing next to me. He cuffed me across the face. "Yes, that's it, beat him up," said Sara, still slurping Dermott's oversized cock obscenely. "Smack the WIMP up. Hey WIMP, how does it feel to be single again? (sluuuuurp). How does it feel to watch your wife sucking a superior black dick? Sara then swayed over to me, sat on my lap and started licking and kissing my face, then she rubbed her breasts against me and put her hand on my crotch. "Sorry darling," she breathed in my ear as she jiggled on my knee. "I just don't need you any more." She kissed me sensually on the lips before continuing "Not as a lover, not as a provider, and not as a husband. You're out of the picture, Peter darling." Larry and Dermott then stood at either side of her with their hard dicks out, right in front of my face. As I watched, my wife began to give them both a slutty blow job just inches from my face. I tried to close my eyes, but Larry slapped me again, saying, "Keep watchin' babydick." I was in tears long before - much to the amusement of Sara - Dermott forced me to lick his huge pole. It almost made me choke as he shoved it into my mouth and shot his massive load down my throat. Both men proceeded to fuck my wife hard on the bed while I was forced to watch. Sara rubbed salt in my wounds by acting like a complete whore, begging them for their stiff cocks, and urging them to breed her and give her a baby. When I was finally allowed to go back to my room I knew that my wife was lost forever. By the end of the vacation Sara was really revelling in my torment. They dragged me to a tatooist where they made me have "sissy white wimp" etched on my butt, while Sara had "black cock slut" on her arm, much to the amusement of the other customers. When we arrived home she wasted no time in moving in with Dermott. My wife has now become a breeding bitch for my black neighbour and his friends, and makes no attempt to hide the fact. On the contrary, most days I see her parading her swollen belly on the streets still wearing tight dresses and high heels like a common whore. Despite her pregnancy of six months, I know she is still sexually active. I can clearly hear her fucking next door, and nowadays I pray for the loud music to drown out the noise.
Monday, 20 June 2016
From the first time I had sex with a man I became addicted to feeling him shooting his cum inside my pussy. When I felt it would make me cum twice as hard. It's hard to believe I never got pregnant. I started having sex at 17. I was 23 when I had my first baby with my husband. Four years later we had another. Then three years later me and my sister's husband had another one. Yes my sister's husband. I found that the more intense the man's orgasm, the more intense mine was. I didn't really care much about size as long as it was at least six inches. I found out young that almost all men like to cum inside a girl and get them pregnant. I love the feeling and the rush of possibly getting pregnant. So this is always how I had sex. I found that some of the most intense orgasms men have is when I would have a boyfriend I would always have sex with another guy. Yeah I cheated! So what! Do you know how intense a mans orgasm is when your having sex with him. He knows I have a boyfriend and you tell him too shoot in you so you so he can get you pregnant. OH MY GOD!!! Intense! I love my sister a lot but when she first introduced me to her new husband I have to admit my body temp went up and I got wet. Damn he was hot! I was really impressed. I thought for sure he could be a perfect candidate for my infidelity. But I wanted to be sure first so I got to know him slowly. After a while I flirted with him. He didn't seem to mind to I would go further each time. Eventually one night my husband and I and my sister and her husband went out to a club. Dancing and drinking. We got pretty loaded and I dragged him onto the dance floor. We started dancing together. I put my hands behind him and pinched his ass. He in return did it back. I turned around grinding my ass into his crotch. His dick was already hard and seemed a good size. I now knew he was mine. It was a few months later I put together a party at my house and invited them to it. They came and we all got drunk. I tried to pace myself and hope Mike, her husband, didn't drink to much. It was late when my husband and my sister passed out. Mike was still up but said he was tired and was going to sleep in the basement on the couch. Sleep? Ha, fat chance. I woke him up quietly whispering in his ear. "Mike, Mike wake up." He woke gently to see me standing over him in a bathrobe. "Shhhhh," I said as I dropped my bathrobe to reveal my 130 lb nude body. Mike looked in disbelief. His eyes wondered if it was real. I assured him it was as I kissed him on the lips. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. He reached up and cupped my tits in his hands and began rubbing his thumbs over my hard nipples. I pulled his shirt off as he continued exploring my tits. I wanted him naked so I pulled his pants off also to reveal about a seven inch one inch thick cock. There wasn't enough room on the couch so I laid a blanket down on the floor and laid on it on my back. He lay down next to me kissing me and sucking on my sensitive nipples. I was hot and real wet. My mind was already starting to wonder what he was going to feel like when he started rubbing my pussy and my clit. I was getting off the charts with one orgasm already behind me almost ready for another. He played with my pussy for a little while longer bringing me to another orgasm. I was his now for the taking. I was clay in his hands. He had complete control over me. I was ready and willing to take all his cock in me and feel him plant his seed in me. I orgasmed again. He wasn't having putting his cock in me yet. You see he figured he was going to do his best work on me. He went down sticking his tongue in my swollen, dripping, pussy. Sucking my clit and darting his tongue in and out of my pussy got me two more right in his face. He tried to lap it all up but I knew it was impossible I came so much. I couldn't take it anymore and begged him for his cock. "Please put your cock in me now," I pleaded. He pulled himself up until we were almost face to face. I felt his cock hot against my skin. "You want this?" he asked. "Yes put it in me," I said breathlessly. He did just that. As wet as I was it had no problem sliding all the way inside me. It felt so good in there. It fit perfectly. Like it was made just for my pussy. He started pumping me slow for a while and slowly built up his pace to a steady motion. I lifted my ass off the floor to meet his thrusts and came again. I realized this was enough. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. "Cum for me baby," I said. "What?" "Cum in me Mike." "But can't you get pregnant?" "Yessss! I want to feel you shoot your sperm into me, into my tubes and to my fertile egg. Do it. Do it baby, do it now!" "Are you serious?" "Yes cum inside me, get me fuckin' pregnant, I want to have your baby!" He started pumping in me little faster. His breathing got deeper. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum in you!" He started to pull out. Fuck no he ain't! He's not pulling out. I'm getting every drop of it in me. I quickly wrapped my legs around him pulling him to me and putting the anaconda death grip on him. He wasn't going anywhere. Then I felt it. The first spurt hit me like liquid fire inside. "UUUUgggghhh!!" He yelled out. Loud. I felt the second spurt. It was heavier than the first. The third spurt followed shortly after sending me to into the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life. I blacked out for a while. He just kept pumping it in me. After the fifth spurt I believe my womb was full of baby making sperm and I would be pregnant with this man's baby. He collapsed on top of me spent just as I was. We lay there for awhile cuddling. We talked about baby names and that we would continue without ending our marriages. We still have sex. Not as much. The baby came out looking like me so no suspicion was cast. I've had good sex since but nothing will compare to that night.