Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Staci was out like a light. She lay in a heap on top of bobbi’s legs and chest, her bottom and stuffed pussy hidden from her husband’s view by Wendell’s buttocks. Unfortunately, Wendell had landed smack on top of bobbi, his black buttocks being spread by bobbi’s chin. Bobbi’s mouth was held captive by Wendell’s tight black pucker. Bobbi’s nose was divoted in between Wendell’s cheeks. The combined weight of Staci and Wendell had snared both his arms, and he could not move them. Wendell’s soft scrotum was hanging over bobbi’s chin and caressed his neck as they swung gently.
Wendell was breathing hard, and seemed oblivious to how he had captured bobbi as he came to rest after riding bobbi’s wife down as she passed out.
Bobbi’s mouth could feel Wendell’s anus spasming slightly as his huge black cock rested inside bobbi’s wife’s widely spread pussy.
Wendell rested there, watching his hugeness resting inside the white woman’s stretched vaginal opening. Wendell knew he was crossing that emotional point beyond which he would have a hard time doing what he had agreed to do for her. Their hours of emails and messenger chats had arrived at the plan they had finally set in gear tonight. He knew that he had to carry through on his part, but he also admitted as he sat there watching her tiny body splayed open and stretched around his penis, that his growing feelings for her were going to make it exceedingly difficult to complete. He thought back to a year before when he had said his heart wrenching goodbyes to his cancer stricken wife. Wendell had flash backs of the many, many happy times, and then the unbearably sad times toward the end. He thought about the prodigious debt she had left him with. The interest ticker was running on over two hundred forty thousand dollars in medical debt. ‘My god,’ he thought, ‘how could only a few months a cancer treatment possibly be costin’ that much?’
Still, he would have done it again for his beloved wife. His only real regret was that it had been for nothing. His beautiful Moisha had died in even less time than the doctors had originally given her. The doctors had given her ten months, but she had been dead in eight and a half. The last few months had been so unbearably stressful for him, the debt mounting, her health declining rapidly. He had spent so much time at the hospital and caring for her, that he had lost his high paying project manager’s job. Well, that was water under his rickety bridge.
Then he had been chatting on the cancer victims support group. He and Staci had somehow struck up a conversation. It was not until a month later, after many hours of emotionally wrenching conversation, that he discovered why she was even on line there. At first, she had asked so many questions about how he was handling his grief, what would have helped, and what he would have done differently if he could do it again. He had received a lot of emotional support from her. She was so empathetic that for awhile he wondered if she might know him in real life.
Wendell was regaining his breath now after the intense effort of trying to pile drive his massive cock into this beautiful white woman’s tight and muscular cunt. Even now he could feel her vaginal muscles rippling slightly as she breathed softly in her unconscious bliss.
Wendell could not believe the plan they had cooked up! And so far it was going perfectly. He admitted to himself that he knew Bob almost as well as if he had grown up with him. Staci’s description of her husband had been so incredibly accurate, . . . . how he would respond, what he would do, how he would feel. Wendell only hoped that her decisions as to how to handle what was coming was as perfectly accurate as she had been so far. Deni had certainly been a huge helping cooking up their plan.
Wendell had laughed so hard that he had almost fell off his chair when she told him how she was going to start out this whole charade. The very idea of her cooking up tapioca leaving out the vanilla and salting it to simulate a man’s cum had tickled him so much he had almost forgotten his grief for awhile. Wendell wished that the need to meet Bob’s needs over the coming events could be done in a different way than they had agreed on, but it would not have met his own needs any other way. And it would not have allowed her to live her fantasies. Wendell felt so strongly about how important that was. Staci had met her cyber lover Deni on line long before he and she had met, and started cooking up their devious little fantasy laden plans. Wendell and Deni and Staci had over time become incredibly close, and had participated in many cyber sex trysts as they schemed their way through their devious plans. Wendell admitted to himself that he would love to fuck Deni in real time. He grinned as he remembered the first time he had shown Deni and Staci his black cock on his web cam.
Staci stirred, moaning in her half conscious state. Anxiously Wendell asked “You be OK, Boo?” Wendell’s voice was soft and tender as he looked at his best friend rousing from her violent cummings. What a remarkable woman he thought. She reminded him so much of the pluck that his own beloved wife exhibited during their twenty two years of mostly blissful marriage. He could feel the muscles in her strong delicate pussy rippling as she began to move. It would have been so easy to just let go and cum in her pussy right now. But that was not the plan. And they had sworn to each other to execute their plan.
“Yeah baby. I’m OK. …………. My god, I love fucking! I love cumming too, now that it is being talked about.” She laughed her deliciously musical laugh. “Thanks to Deni for teaching me to enjoy my body! God she is a genius! Wendell, I can hardly wait for us to email her about this baby! God she will get so turned on and we will fuck all over again! God Wendell, maybe we should take a trip and go fuck her baby. What do you think?”
“Damn straight Boo! I’s jus thinking dat zact thing! Wou’n’t she be somethin to fuck Boo?”
“Well Wendell honey, we are going to find out,…..deal baby?”
“Ah be up wit dat Boo!”
Bobbi noticed that he was not included in the invitation. But then he could not say anything in protest, because his mouth was gagged by Wendell’s asshole.
Staci slowly sat up, pivoting on Wendell’s cock as she moved. Wendell moved with her, and finally Bobbi could again move his arms, and his mouth. “Damn it Stac……………….” Wendell had sat back down on his mouth.
“Ah had him shut up fo a minute der, Boo. Shall Ah stay like dis?”
Staci peeked around Wendell’s hips and started laughing so hard she fell off of her husband’s chest. Wendell’s cock popped out of her cunt with a loud “THWAUCK!”
She and Wendell then both started laughing so hard they could not talk. Slowly their mirth turned to gasping chuckles. Bobbi was mystified as to what they found so damn funny.
“Wendell, you better let bobbi up for a bit honey. We’ve lost our hard won progress any way! Going to have to start all over again! God Wendell, when we planned all this, I had no idea how much fun it was going to be!”
Wendell got up. Bobbi’s mouth began to spew his discontent. Wendell sat back down. Wendell took a deep breath, than began his lecture to his ‘younger brother.’ “Bobbi ma boy, you gots to learn respect son. What you think be goin on here any way? Yo think this be bout Staci? Or ‘bout me? No asshole. Dis be all bout yo. Now Ah knows you don’t know dat, but trust me ma boy, dis be all bout yo. ALL bout YO bobbi. So shut da fuck up and learn. Learn how to love yo wife boy, fo it be too late! Learn how da world don’t be rotatin’ ‘round yo ass. Learn der be lots of people dat need lovin. Learn der be lots people dat need YO love. Grow up, bobbi ma boy, cause rawt now, yo be actin like you be two years old. Now don’t say nottin again till it be somthin worth us hearin. Yo hear me boy?” Wendell waited a bit then asked again. “Bobbi, you hear me, or do a gots ta sit here till yo passes out fom lack a air?”
Reluctantly Bobbi nodded his head. Wendell slowly got up, looking down at bobbi lying under his black butt. He heard no sound, so Wendell stood on up. Staci came over to Wendell, put her arms around his neck, and again kissed him deeply with great feeling. She stopped briefly, climbed up on the weight bench, then again kissed her black lover allowing her perfect white breasts to caress his black curly-haired chest, her hands caressing his muscular back. After some time, she looked down at bobbi lying there watching them kissing. “So, bobbi, you done fighting me on this? Are you ready to watch me be bred black honey? Are you ready to watch Wendell cum inside my fertile little pussy? Are you ready to watch me cum and cum until I am out of my mind as he fucks into me again with his huge black cock? Are you ready to watch his huge cock and balls start to pulse and wriggle as Wendell starts to cum way up deep inside my body , impregnating me? Making me pregnant with his black sperm, making me pregnant with a tiny little black baby?”
“Why are you doing this Staci?” Bobbi’s face was set in a pout.
“Are you ready to listen ……… REALLY listen Bobbi? Are you ready to stop filtering out what I am saying if it is not what you want to hear?”
Bobbi’s face was still set in a fiercely defensive appearance.
“Well, bobbi, your loss. Wendell, tie him down again please. Tie his legs to the legs of the bench, spread out wide, and his hands behind his head. He is not willing to be a part of what we need, so he gets none of it, right Wendell?”
Wendell grinned as he retied bobbi.
Staci lay back down on her back, on top of her husband’s chest, her pussy just below his chin. Wendell again straddled the bench with bobbi between his legs. Wendell pulled Staci closer to bobbi’s mouth. “Lick an tongue yo wife’s ass-ho ma boy, whal Ah fuck you wife’s lil white pussy full a ma cum. When Ah cums in her, you goin ta lick ma A’hoe too, bobbi ma boy.”
Wendell again placed the plump head of his thick cock against Staci’s little pussy lips, then gently eased himself inside her, sliding in until he was buried as deeply into her as he was before. Bobbi was amazed how much more easily Wendell reentered his wife this second time. Wendell then paused and considerately allowed her body to re-accustom itself to his massive intrusion.
“Lick her bobbi!” Wendell’s order was dripping with authority. With reluctance, bobbi began to lick his wife’s tight little asshole.
Wendell began to move his blackness in and out of her body ever so slowly. Staci’s eyes, looking down over her breasts, were glued to the spectacle of her white body accepting the huge blackness that protruded from the lower abdomen of her wonderfully supportive friend. “OH GOD Wendell, I love watching your black cock fucking in and out of me honey. When we were first talking about his, I had no idea how wonderful this would feel. But my god Wendell, this is incredible! GOD! And I am thirty three years old and I just now discover what fun sex can be.”
Bobbi’s ears pricked up when he heard her mention her age. He logged the information away where he could readily retrieve it again when needed.
“Wendell, …… god baby, I can hardly wait until my birthday gang-bang honey. God, to think I will have so many huge black cocks fucking my body for hour after hour.” Staci’s voice was beginning to waver while again she moved toward orgasm, and as she thought about her fantasy list. Bobbi wondered what she meant by “on her birthday.” ‘When is her birthday?’ he asked himself.
“So Boo, how many yo want der baby?”
“Well, hmmm, I have already invited two men, their names are LeRoy and Wade, the guys we saw at the club we were at tonight. You know the one I danced with and let feel me up till I came? And the other guy that I jerked off while we were sitting at the table when bobbi went to the bathroom? Those two guys. You got that on the video, right?” Wendell nodded his head. “And bobbi has a black friend. I have seen his cock get hard when he was at the house one evening. It is huge baby. So he will probably come over, he tried to feel me up that night. Bobbi, did you know that baby? Your buddy Stephen tried to feel me up when you went potty that night? I let him play with my tits honey. I even felt his cock through his shorts baby. It is huge. Want to suck it honey? I bet I can get Stephen to let you suck him off if I promise to let him fuck me. What do you think bobbi? Want to suck your good buddie’s big black cock off? I bet he cums a huge bunch of cum baby. Think we should let him be our kid’s daddy honey?”
Bobbi felt his all ready bad day take a decided turn for the worse. His buddies are feeling up his wife’s tits right in his own house? While he is just down the hall? And Staci is encouraging them? Well shit, why am I worrying about that, she is talking about fucking them!’ Bobbi could not envision how it could get any worse than this.
“Keep licking her lil ass ho bobbi! An start sticking yo tongue inside her lil pucka ho. Lick ma cock shaft too while Ah fucks her. You hear me bobbi? Lick ma shaft an balls good now, ya hear?” Bobbi redoubled his efforts.
Staci was still watching Wendell’s cock as it slowly worked its way deeper and deeper into her needy fertile pussy. She was now raising and lowering her cunt to facilitate his entry. Her face was becoming more and more the face of a woman that needs desperately to cum. Wendell could see her need, and began to thrust harder, forcing his cock deeper into her sodden cunt.
OHhhhhhhhhhhhh god Wendell honey! I need you to cum in my pussy baby! God I can hardly wait to feel a real man’s cum fill me with his huge cums and fill my pussy with the his potent cum that breeds me to have black babies.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god Wendell. I want to feel your cums honey. Wash my pussy with your cums baby. Yeah fuck that fucking cunt baby, like that yes . . . . . . hard, . . . .. YES! fuck that cunt . . . . . . . fuck it hard! OH god bobbi, he is so fucking deep inside meeeeeeee. Goooood babyyyyy, I am so fucking full of fuck cock. Oh god, look I can see his cock shape clear up in my tummy bobbi. Wendell’s cock is clear up in my tummy fucking my cunt deep baby! OOOh fuck, I have a cock fucking the bottom of my belly button. Look bobbi, my tummy goes out every time Wendell’s cock fucks into me. Oh god damn fuck oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit , god damn bobiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, am going to cummmmmmmmmmm, . . . . . god the last inch baby!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god one more inch then I have all of it fucked up me, ……. Oh god bobbi, I have taken it all bobbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . . . . . . . !” Staci began to buck and fuck as hard as her little body could as she exploded into a screaming wail of cumming.
Bobbi could feel Wendell lower his body as Wendell continued to rut his wife with all his animal strength deep into his wife’s fertile cunt. Wendell’s balls began to ride back and forth on bobbi’s face as Wendell fucked in and out of bobbi’s wife’s stuffed cunt. Bobbi stuck his tongue out and just allowed the wetness that was flooding from Staci’s body coat his face, dripping and flailing from Wendell’s prodigious hardness as he felt Wendell’s balls begin to pump. They hardened as they pulsed. Bobbi’s tongue felt huge gobs of sperm pass through the large channel on the base of Wendell’s hardness as they passed his tongue on their way toward his wife’s pussy, his wife’s waiting, ready, needy, spread-beyond-belief pussy. They were heading into her with one mission, to breed his white wife with Wendell’s black baby.
Bobbi heard himself scream “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Fifteen
Copyright Deni Wom
For several seconds, there were only the echoes of Staci’s scream, then all hell broke loose. Bobbi could not believe what happened next. With eyes wide open, he watched his wife’s white cunt begin to clench and spasm around the blackness that had impaled her opening. Her movements became more and more powerful as her head and pelvis began to slam up and down. Bobbi could feel her hair whipping his knees and thighs as her body spasmed totally out of control. Her hips were fucking air as she came. Bobbi could hear and see his wife grunting and moaning, groaning, shuddering in an incredibly intense orgasm. Her overpowering orgasm lasted for a long, long time. Finally her total body orgasmic jerkings and animalistic noises began to subside, and then slowly they dwindled to a whimpering shuddering as her body began to recover from the intense pleasure/pain duality that was triggered by her own husband’s vicious push that suddenly impaled her with her black lover’s hugeness. Staci was panting, her perfectly shaped breasts jiggling as she gasped for air.
Throughout this whole unexpected development, Wendell had simply held his cock head inside her, not trying to further his position, nor allowing it to be pulled out by her out of control jerkings of orgasm. Staci’s body had seemed to use Wendell’s cock head as if it were the round ball at the bottom of the handle on a joy stick, her cunt rotating around his huge knob as if it was a ball inside a swiveling clevis.
There was total silence for a moment, then Wendell muttered softly, “Now dat what Ah be talkin’ ‘bout!”
As Staci’s breathing quieted, she began to giggle, pausing periodically to gasp for breath. Finally she chuckled and said, “OOOOOOOH” Gasp! “MYYYYYYY” Gasp! “GOOOODDDDD!” Gasp! “Well,” Pant “I guess that was an orgasm!” She panted again then added, “I think I like them!” Pant! “I’ll take them by the dozen please!” She continued to pant for several more minutes as no one else moved a muscle.
Then, finally, still breathing fast, Staci asked, “Bobbi, how much of Wendell’s cock is inside your wife’s pussy now?”
Bobbi looked up at Wendell, seeing his wide toothed grin. ‘Shit, how do I tell my wife she came that hard with just his cock-head inside her? Damn it!’ “Well, ahhh . . . . . Stace, . . . . . only his cock head honey. . . . . . . Only his cock head.” Bobbi did not want to believe that she had had such an incredible orgasm with Wendell. Then it dawned on him! It seemed to be her first one ever. “Stace?”
“Yea honey?”
“Was that really your very first orgasm ever baby?”
“Ah, . . . . Yeah honey, . . . ... . it was! . . . . . . . And oh my god what have I been missing? MY GOD!”
Bobbi closed his eyes and mentally berated himself. ‘Shit man, you have been married to this woman for how long? And she never had an orgasm with you? What the FUCK man, over! How could you have been so fucking SELFish! SHIT! She is what?’ He could not remember how old his wife was. “FUCK! And you can’t even remember how old your fucking wife is, let alone if she ever came before…….MY STUPID FUCKING STUPID ASS!’ Bobbi was really despondent now.
Staci grinned in glee and looked at her new lover. “Wendeeeeeeell! Oh sweet Weeeeeeendelllllll! Lets get this escapade going again honey! I want to feel all of you, ALL of your cock baby! Waaaaaaaay up inside me. Fuck me fulllllllllllllll baby! Use your little white whore’s cunt like it was meant to be fucked! Make me into your little black-cock slut Wendell honey, make me your white cunt that loves to be black cum filled!” Staci was on a real roll now. She started to gyrate her hips, pushing back against Wendell’s still rigid massive cock that was ready for fucking into what was now clearly HIS little white pussy.
Wendell started to push his cock into her as Staci shoved powerfully back against him. Soon they were in sync, and Bobbi saw Wendell’s black pole begin to make progress into his wife’s straining flesh. ‘My god, look at her cunt lips spreading!’ His eyes were opening wider and wider as her pussy lips spread. Then he realized that his mouth was also opening wider and wider as Wendell’s big cock began to slide into his wife’s previously tiny cunt. He snapped his mouth shut, afraid he was beginning to look like a cock sucking faggot. ‘My god! She is going to take that fucking monster meat!’ he thought as Wendell’s cock continued to slide inside her body a fraction of an inch at a time. Each pulse of Wendell’s hips was met by a guttural grunt and opposing push by Staci as she strained to take more and more of the black man’s meaty phallus.
Staci was mewling now, each new shove being greeted by her increasing wail of frenzied need for fulfillment. “OHhh God Wendell! Your cock! Oh god! Oh fuck, bobbi, so fucking huge baby! Oh god bobbi! His cock! Oh god oh god oh god. How far is it in me now baby? OH god damn fucking shit piss. GOD! How far honey?”
Bobbi hated that question already. Every tiny bit of cock that slid inside his wife made him feel less and less manly. He tried to decide how the hell to tell her how much was inside her already. How the hell did he know? ‘All I can see is was how much is still outside her fucking cunt,’ he thought.
“Damn it bobbi, you fucking worthless asshole, tell me how much cock I am fucking now in my slutty whore’s cunt!” Staci was over the top now, totally engrossed in her debasement by the black fuck cock that was stealing her naïve innocence from her.
“Well god damn it Stace, how the hell can I tell? You still have about seven or eight inches hanging out of your fucking cunt god damn it!”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhh god! Seven more inches? Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh gooooooooooooood! Oh fuck! My god, I feel so fucking full already! My god bobbi, his cock is so fucking ….. fucking . . . . . . fucking huge!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like I should be able to lick his black cock head already! Are you fucking sure that much is still outside me?”
“Well, look in the god damn mirror if you don’t believe me Staci! SHIT!”
She did, she looked over and suddenly she could see her body as it struggled to take the black magnificence that was Wendell into her small white body. “Oh god, I have to rest! Let’s take a break baby! My god this is hard work. I am so turned on that I think my head is going to pop! God, this is the most incredible thingggggggggggggggggggggggg!.” Her voice rose into a long high scream.
Staci’s body again racked into another violent orgasm. Her head was turned toward the mirror, as she watched her body cum and cum and cum while she continued to explode, punctuated with a screaming stream of street-gutter profanity, using words she did not even realize she knew. Her voice began to crack, …… then her eyes began to flutter, …… then her body slowly crumpled into darkness, bobbi’s body catching her fall. Wendell rode her to the bottom, his cock maintaining the conquering progress he had made over the last ten minutes.
For several seconds, there were only the echoes of Staci’s scream, then all hell broke loose. Bobbi could not believe what happened next. With eyes wide open, he watched his wife’s white cunt begin to clench and spasm around the blackness that had impaled her opening. Her movements became more and more powerful as her head and pelvis began to slam up and down. Bobbi could feel her hair whipping his knees and thighs as her body spasmed totally out of control. Her hips were fucking air as she came. Bobbi could hear and see his wife grunting and moaning, groaning, shuddering in an incredibly intense orgasm. Her overpowering orgasm lasted for a long, long time. Finally her total body orgasmic jerkings and animalistic noises began to subside, and then slowly they dwindled to a whimpering shuddering as her body began to recover from the intense pleasure/pain duality that was triggered by her own husband’s vicious push that suddenly impaled her with her black lover’s hugeness. Staci was panting, her perfectly shaped breasts jiggling as she gasped for air.
Throughout this whole unexpected development, Wendell had simply held his cock head inside her, not trying to further his position, nor allowing it to be pulled out by her out of control jerkings of orgasm. Staci’s body had seemed to use Wendell’s cock head as if it were the round ball at the bottom of the handle on a joy stick, her cunt rotating around his huge knob as if it was a ball inside a swiveling clevis.
There was total silence for a moment, then Wendell muttered softly, “Now dat what Ah be talkin’ ‘bout!”
As Staci’s breathing quieted, she began to giggle, pausing periodically to gasp for breath. Finally she chuckled and said, “OOOOOOOH” Gasp! “MYYYYYYY” Gasp! “GOOOODDDDD!” Gasp! “Well,” Pant “I guess that was an orgasm!” She panted again then added, “I think I like them!” Pant! “I’ll take them by the dozen please!” She continued to pant for several more minutes as no one else moved a muscle.
Then, finally, still breathing fast, Staci asked, “Bobbi, how much of Wendell’s cock is inside your wife’s pussy now?”
Bobbi looked up at Wendell, seeing his wide toothed grin. ‘Shit, how do I tell my wife she came that hard with just his cock-head inside her? Damn it!’ “Well, ahhh . . . . . Stace, . . . . . only his cock head honey. . . . . . . Only his cock head.” Bobbi did not want to believe that she had had such an incredible orgasm with Wendell. Then it dawned on him! It seemed to be her first one ever. “Stace?”
“Yea honey?”
“Was that really your very first orgasm ever baby?”
“Ah, . . . . Yeah honey, . . . ... . it was! . . . . . . . And oh my god what have I been missing? MY GOD!”
Bobbi closed his eyes and mentally berated himself. ‘Shit man, you have been married to this woman for how long? And she never had an orgasm with you? What the FUCK man, over! How could you have been so fucking SELFish! SHIT! She is what?’ He could not remember how old his wife was. “FUCK! And you can’t even remember how old your fucking wife is, let alone if she ever came before…….MY STUPID FUCKING STUPID ASS!’ Bobbi was really despondent now.
Staci grinned in glee and looked at her new lover. “Wendeeeeeeell! Oh sweet Weeeeeeendelllllll! Lets get this escapade going again honey! I want to feel all of you, ALL of your cock baby! Waaaaaaaay up inside me. Fuck me fulllllllllllllll baby! Use your little white whore’s cunt like it was meant to be fucked! Make me into your little black-cock slut Wendell honey, make me your white cunt that loves to be black cum filled!” Staci was on a real roll now. She started to gyrate her hips, pushing back against Wendell’s still rigid massive cock that was ready for fucking into what was now clearly HIS little white pussy.
Wendell started to push his cock into her as Staci shoved powerfully back against him. Soon they were in sync, and Bobbi saw Wendell’s black pole begin to make progress into his wife’s straining flesh. ‘My god, look at her cunt lips spreading!’ His eyes were opening wider and wider as her pussy lips spread. Then he realized that his mouth was also opening wider and wider as Wendell’s big cock began to slide into his wife’s previously tiny cunt. He snapped his mouth shut, afraid he was beginning to look like a cock sucking faggot. ‘My god! She is going to take that fucking monster meat!’ he thought as Wendell’s cock continued to slide inside her body a fraction of an inch at a time. Each pulse of Wendell’s hips was met by a guttural grunt and opposing push by Staci as she strained to take more and more of the black man’s meaty phallus.
Staci was mewling now, each new shove being greeted by her increasing wail of frenzied need for fulfillment. “OHhh God Wendell! Your cock! Oh god! Oh fuck, bobbi, so fucking huge baby! Oh god bobbi! His cock! Oh god oh god oh god. How far is it in me now baby? OH god damn fucking shit piss. GOD! How far honey?”
Bobbi hated that question already. Every tiny bit of cock that slid inside his wife made him feel less and less manly. He tried to decide how the hell to tell her how much was inside her already. How the hell did he know? ‘All I can see is was how much is still outside her fucking cunt,’ he thought.
“Damn it bobbi, you fucking worthless asshole, tell me how much cock I am fucking now in my slutty whore’s cunt!” Staci was over the top now, totally engrossed in her debasement by the black fuck cock that was stealing her naïve innocence from her.
“Well god damn it Stace, how the hell can I tell? You still have about seven or eight inches hanging out of your fucking cunt god damn it!”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhh god! Seven more inches? Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh gooooooooooooood! Oh fuck! My god, I feel so fucking full already! My god bobbi, his cock is so fucking ….. fucking . . . . . . fucking huge!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like I should be able to lick his black cock head already! Are you fucking sure that much is still outside me?”
“Well, look in the god damn mirror if you don’t believe me Staci! SHIT!”
She did, she looked over and suddenly she could see her body as it struggled to take the black magnificence that was Wendell into her small white body. “Oh god, I have to rest! Let’s take a break baby! My god this is hard work. I am so turned on that I think my head is going to pop! God, this is the most incredible thingggggggggggggggggggggggg!.” Her voice rose into a long high scream.
Staci’s body again racked into another violent orgasm. Her head was turned toward the mirror, as she watched her body cum and cum and cum while she continued to explode, punctuated with a screaming stream of street-gutter profanity, using words she did not even realize she knew. Her voice began to crack, …… then her eyes began to flutter, …… then her body slowly crumpled into darkness, bobbi’s body catching her fall. Wendell rode her to the bottom, his cock maintaining the conquering progress he had made over the last ten minutes.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She Part Fourteen
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Bobbi continued to press Wendell’s black penis into his wife’s small pussy. He was making very little progress. The relative sizes of Wendell’s penis and his wife’s tiny pussy was such a miss-match that he doubted they were going to have a successful mating any time soon. Bobbi began to hope that Staci would chicken out before her body was capable of swallowing Wendell’s massiveness.
“Wait Boo, le’s put bobbi’s lil prick inside yo pussy before Ah stretch yo out so dat he be able ta feel what you like now and den again afta yo be done takin me. Den he really feel how yo be changed to be large nuff for ma big black cock.”
Staci giggled, then sat up, leaving bobbi’s erection wavering above his belly. She moved forward, straddled bobbi’s hips, and with her hand guided his whiteness into her pussy. Her body swallowed his cock with no effort or strain. In a single move she bottomed onto his pelvic bone. She sat there looking back over her shoulder at Wendell and bobbi alternately. Bobbi suddenly could understand, vividly see, why his cock was not competitive with Wendell’s weighty thick masculinity.
“Feel dat bobbi ma boy? Dat be da las’ time you gets to enter yo wife’s pussy in it pre-Wendell cone-dition. Ma cock goin spread yo wife’s lil pussy till it be permament stretch out. Yo lil white cock not goin even be able ta be felt inside her no mo. Jus wait an see bobbi ma boy.”
Staci contracted her vaginal muscles around bobbi’s smallness as she sat there above him, giggling. “Bobbi, sweetheart, I will still love you even if I can’t feel your cock inside me anymore, OK? You have not wanted to fuck me for years anyway honey, so this will be no change for you. Right baby? So Wendell will video me fucking all his friends and turning tricks for him so you can have lots of porn to watch, baby, OK? Just like you like, nice sexy porn of a black man with a huge cock fucking a white woman full of his virile baby making cum. Just remember, even though I will be fucking lots and lots of strange men from now on, I still love you. Do you understand bobbi?....................Bobbi, …………do you understand?”
Both Wendell and Staci were staring at his flushed face. Bobbi stammered about for a bit, then finally admitted he understood what she had said by a curt nod of his head. He did not like it, but he finally said “Yeah Stace, I understand it.”
Staci leaned forward and let bobbi see his little cock encased loosely inside her excited sodden pussy for a few moments. Bobbi lay there, staring at the base of his smallness. His wife’s pussy lips barely swelled around his hardness. Raising his eyes he compared his hardness with Wendell’s semi-erected cock hanging massively over his head. There was simply no comparison between these two penises. Wendell’s virile penis clearly was superior in every way.
Staci sat back up, then stood, causing bobbi’s penis to snap back against his belly, it then rose again to waver achingly over his stomach. Staci moved back up over bobbi’s chest, then bent over a bit so that bobbi could see his wife’s tiny sodden cunt again where he had been inside her. He estimated that Staci’s pussy was open enough to allow him to put his middle finger into her without causing her kitty to spread very much. He could smell her excitement. Her lips and vaginal walls were pulsing, causing small eddies of her aroused scent to reach his nostrils only a few inches away.
Looking up, he saw a drop of clear liquid on the tip of Wendell’s penis. It continued to grow as he watched, until it slowly dropped onto his lips. Tentatively, he licked it from his lips. It was almost tasteless.
Wendell lowered the head of his semi-erect penis until it paused just above his lips. Staci looked back at him between her legs. “Suck Wendell back to hard, bobbi, so he can fuck my pussy while you watch us sweetheart.” Bobbi looked up and saw yet another viscous drop forming on the huge black cock head. He opened his mouth, and allowed Wendell to lower his cock head between his lips, drop of clear liquid and all. Bobbi began to suckle as he felt Wendell’s shaft stiffen and grow hard again. ‘This cock is going to make my wife so happy’, he thought, ‘I am doing this for my wife, whom I love very much.’ He knew his rationalization was weak, because he again felt like he was not being properly treated. But for a bit at least he complied with Staci’s desires and directions.
“Good boy, bobbi! Suck that black cock honey. You like it baby, I can see the dribble of spit on your lips as you get greedy about sucking it. Don’t get too attached honey, it is here to fuck my cunt, not your mouth, OK? We can bring you a black cock to suck off later, OK?”
Bobbi realized he had indeed started enjoying servicing Wendell’s hugeness with his mouth. Reluctantly, he allowed it to slip from between his suckling lips.
“Nice job bobbi! I love watching you suck black cock baby. Turns me on so much. GOD! This is so fucking hot! My husband sucking my black lover’s big cock. Let’s do this all the time baby, you can suck my lovers hard before they fuck me. We are going to be a great fuck team bobbi! . . . . . . OooooooK baby, put Wendell’s big black cock back into me. I need his black cock bobbi. I need a big black cock to open my pussy up and make me into a real black cock slut baby, just like the ones you love to watch get fucked, the white women in your porn videos! Want to be married to a black cock slut baby?” Staci giggled. “You already ARE! I am going to be the best black cock slut around. Wendell is going to take me out tonight after we fuck here and show me off baby. Show me off as his little married white slut that he can fuck any time he wants to. I am going to leave my rings on so they know I am married to you bobbi. I am going to show anyone that asks your picture when they ask me who I am married to honey, so they know who my white husband is. Hey Wendell! Lets get a locket that is engraved with ‘My White Husband’ and has bobbi’s picture that I can wear around my neck while you take me out and whore me baby! God that is so hot! Oh GOD! ……… Bobbi! Wendell has bought me a necklace that says ‘black cock slut’ honey. Isn’t that hot? And know what else? I am thinking about getting a tattoo saying ‘black cock slut’ put on my lower back, right above my belt line so the black men can see what I am as I wear my short blouses. What do you think bobbi? Great idea, huh?” The tone of Staci’s voice had risen and become more and more excited as she talked to him about her new sexual fantasies.
Wendell moved closer to Stacie’s little pink opening. His soft scrotum and balls caressed bobbi’s forehead and his thick hardness nudged Staci’s small opening gently. The opening in the tip of his cock head began to deposit clear liquid onto bobbi’s wife’s cunt lips. The flow of the clear liquids seemed to be increasing. Bobbi watched their liquids begin to mingle, preparing her to receive him, their natural lubricants flowing together to form a slick and perfect aid for him entering her smallness.
Bobbi reluctantly guided Wendell’s cock head to her little opening. Staci gasped as the plump purple head touched her there. Her body began to pulse, slightly and softly, as her opening tried, in its unfamiliar way, to allow the intrusion of the hugeness at her gate. She had, to bobbi’s knowledge, never had sex with any one but him before the last few days. ‘My god,’ he thought. ‘Before last night!’ Could it be only last night he had seen her cum coated panties? It seemed to be a long time ago. ‘God’, he thought, ‘so much has happened in one twenty four hour period. I am not even the same man I was yesterday.’
The new combined slickness was allowing Wendell’s huge cock head to slide more easily. Bobbi realized that he could now see Staci’s pussy lips were spreading slightly. Even as he watched, he saw Wendell slide another fraction of an inch into her burgeoning opening. Her lips were clearly moving sideways as Wendell pressed gently into her cunt with his massiveness.
“OOOOHG GOD! Bobbi, can you see his big cock head starting to enter me baby? Can you see it spreading my cunt open? God does it feel good baby! Never felt ANYthing like this before. GOD! Oh fuck! WOW! Fuck bobbi, I can feel every single part of his cock head as it goes in me. Shit, how much is he in me honey?”
“Just the tip Stace, just the tip is inside you, baby.” bobbi replied.
“No shit bobbi, just the tip of his cock head? GOD, what will it feel like when it actually goes in me? OH god! I can hardly wait! Push harder Wendell, I want your cock inside me baby. ………. Push harder honey, please baby, fuck into me baby. Fuck that gorgeous black cock up inside your little-black-cum-slut whore’s white married cunt baby!” Staci was now mewling even when she was not talking. She began to thrust back against Wendell’s massiveness as her craving to feel her lover inside her grew. Bobbi realized that Staci had never, ever exhibited any kind of sexual need for his cock, but here was his beloved wife, pushing and grunting and mewling as she tried to get a too huge item into her wet and little needy slut-pussy.
Bobbi decided to force the issue. He decided to see whether she would relish the pain of his massive cock, or she would stop this stupidity! ‘Humph! She wants to have a baby with this man? This is so stupid! Let’s see if she really is serious about this.’ Bobbi reached up and grabbed her thighs. Then with all his strength, bobbi wrenched Staci back against the massive black phallic head that was, until then, buried only slightly inside her wetted cuntal lips.
Staci screamed as her lover’s huge purple head slid home within her pussy, the purple crown wedged tightly into her cunt lips like a large black plug with a thick handle attached to it.
Bobbi continued to press Wendell’s black penis into his wife’s small pussy. He was making very little progress. The relative sizes of Wendell’s penis and his wife’s tiny pussy was such a miss-match that he doubted they were going to have a successful mating any time soon. Bobbi began to hope that Staci would chicken out before her body was capable of swallowing Wendell’s massiveness.
“Wait Boo, le’s put bobbi’s lil prick inside yo pussy before Ah stretch yo out so dat he be able ta feel what you like now and den again afta yo be done takin me. Den he really feel how yo be changed to be large nuff for ma big black cock.”
Staci giggled, then sat up, leaving bobbi’s erection wavering above his belly. She moved forward, straddled bobbi’s hips, and with her hand guided his whiteness into her pussy. Her body swallowed his cock with no effort or strain. In a single move she bottomed onto his pelvic bone. She sat there looking back over her shoulder at Wendell and bobbi alternately. Bobbi suddenly could understand, vividly see, why his cock was not competitive with Wendell’s weighty thick masculinity.
“Feel dat bobbi ma boy? Dat be da las’ time you gets to enter yo wife’s pussy in it pre-Wendell cone-dition. Ma cock goin spread yo wife’s lil pussy till it be permament stretch out. Yo lil white cock not goin even be able ta be felt inside her no mo. Jus wait an see bobbi ma boy.”
Staci contracted her vaginal muscles around bobbi’s smallness as she sat there above him, giggling. “Bobbi, sweetheart, I will still love you even if I can’t feel your cock inside me anymore, OK? You have not wanted to fuck me for years anyway honey, so this will be no change for you. Right baby? So Wendell will video me fucking all his friends and turning tricks for him so you can have lots of porn to watch, baby, OK? Just like you like, nice sexy porn of a black man with a huge cock fucking a white woman full of his virile baby making cum. Just remember, even though I will be fucking lots and lots of strange men from now on, I still love you. Do you understand bobbi?....................Bobbi, …………do you understand?”
Both Wendell and Staci were staring at his flushed face. Bobbi stammered about for a bit, then finally admitted he understood what she had said by a curt nod of his head. He did not like it, but he finally said “Yeah Stace, I understand it.”
Staci leaned forward and let bobbi see his little cock encased loosely inside her excited sodden pussy for a few moments. Bobbi lay there, staring at the base of his smallness. His wife’s pussy lips barely swelled around his hardness. Raising his eyes he compared his hardness with Wendell’s semi-erected cock hanging massively over his head. There was simply no comparison between these two penises. Wendell’s virile penis clearly was superior in every way.
Staci sat back up, then stood, causing bobbi’s penis to snap back against his belly, it then rose again to waver achingly over his stomach. Staci moved back up over bobbi’s chest, then bent over a bit so that bobbi could see his wife’s tiny sodden cunt again where he had been inside her. He estimated that Staci’s pussy was open enough to allow him to put his middle finger into her without causing her kitty to spread very much. He could smell her excitement. Her lips and vaginal walls were pulsing, causing small eddies of her aroused scent to reach his nostrils only a few inches away.
Looking up, he saw a drop of clear liquid on the tip of Wendell’s penis. It continued to grow as he watched, until it slowly dropped onto his lips. Tentatively, he licked it from his lips. It was almost tasteless.
Wendell lowered the head of his semi-erect penis until it paused just above his lips. Staci looked back at him between her legs. “Suck Wendell back to hard, bobbi, so he can fuck my pussy while you watch us sweetheart.” Bobbi looked up and saw yet another viscous drop forming on the huge black cock head. He opened his mouth, and allowed Wendell to lower his cock head between his lips, drop of clear liquid and all. Bobbi began to suckle as he felt Wendell’s shaft stiffen and grow hard again. ‘This cock is going to make my wife so happy’, he thought, ‘I am doing this for my wife, whom I love very much.’ He knew his rationalization was weak, because he again felt like he was not being properly treated. But for a bit at least he complied with Staci’s desires and directions.
“Good boy, bobbi! Suck that black cock honey. You like it baby, I can see the dribble of spit on your lips as you get greedy about sucking it. Don’t get too attached honey, it is here to fuck my cunt, not your mouth, OK? We can bring you a black cock to suck off later, OK?”
Bobbi realized he had indeed started enjoying servicing Wendell’s hugeness with his mouth. Reluctantly, he allowed it to slip from between his suckling lips.
“Nice job bobbi! I love watching you suck black cock baby. Turns me on so much. GOD! This is so fucking hot! My husband sucking my black lover’s big cock. Let’s do this all the time baby, you can suck my lovers hard before they fuck me. We are going to be a great fuck team bobbi! . . . . . . OooooooK baby, put Wendell’s big black cock back into me. I need his black cock bobbi. I need a big black cock to open my pussy up and make me into a real black cock slut baby, just like the ones you love to watch get fucked, the white women in your porn videos! Want to be married to a black cock slut baby?” Staci giggled. “You already ARE! I am going to be the best black cock slut around. Wendell is going to take me out tonight after we fuck here and show me off baby. Show me off as his little married white slut that he can fuck any time he wants to. I am going to leave my rings on so they know I am married to you bobbi. I am going to show anyone that asks your picture when they ask me who I am married to honey, so they know who my white husband is. Hey Wendell! Lets get a locket that is engraved with ‘My White Husband’ and has bobbi’s picture that I can wear around my neck while you take me out and whore me baby! God that is so hot! Oh GOD! ……… Bobbi! Wendell has bought me a necklace that says ‘black cock slut’ honey. Isn’t that hot? And know what else? I am thinking about getting a tattoo saying ‘black cock slut’ put on my lower back, right above my belt line so the black men can see what I am as I wear my short blouses. What do you think bobbi? Great idea, huh?” The tone of Staci’s voice had risen and become more and more excited as she talked to him about her new sexual fantasies.
Wendell moved closer to Stacie’s little pink opening. His soft scrotum and balls caressed bobbi’s forehead and his thick hardness nudged Staci’s small opening gently. The opening in the tip of his cock head began to deposit clear liquid onto bobbi’s wife’s cunt lips. The flow of the clear liquids seemed to be increasing. Bobbi watched their liquids begin to mingle, preparing her to receive him, their natural lubricants flowing together to form a slick and perfect aid for him entering her smallness.
Bobbi reluctantly guided Wendell’s cock head to her little opening. Staci gasped as the plump purple head touched her there. Her body began to pulse, slightly and softly, as her opening tried, in its unfamiliar way, to allow the intrusion of the hugeness at her gate. She had, to bobbi’s knowledge, never had sex with any one but him before the last few days. ‘My god,’ he thought. ‘Before last night!’ Could it be only last night he had seen her cum coated panties? It seemed to be a long time ago. ‘God’, he thought, ‘so much has happened in one twenty four hour period. I am not even the same man I was yesterday.’
The new combined slickness was allowing Wendell’s huge cock head to slide more easily. Bobbi realized that he could now see Staci’s pussy lips were spreading slightly. Even as he watched, he saw Wendell slide another fraction of an inch into her burgeoning opening. Her lips were clearly moving sideways as Wendell pressed gently into her cunt with his massiveness.
“OOOOHG GOD! Bobbi, can you see his big cock head starting to enter me baby? Can you see it spreading my cunt open? God does it feel good baby! Never felt ANYthing like this before. GOD! Oh fuck! WOW! Fuck bobbi, I can feel every single part of his cock head as it goes in me. Shit, how much is he in me honey?”
“Just the tip Stace, just the tip is inside you, baby.” bobbi replied.
“No shit bobbi, just the tip of his cock head? GOD, what will it feel like when it actually goes in me? OH god! I can hardly wait! Push harder Wendell, I want your cock inside me baby. ………. Push harder honey, please baby, fuck into me baby. Fuck that gorgeous black cock up inside your little-black-cum-slut whore’s white married cunt baby!” Staci was now mewling even when she was not talking. She began to thrust back against Wendell’s massiveness as her craving to feel her lover inside her grew. Bobbi realized that Staci had never, ever exhibited any kind of sexual need for his cock, but here was his beloved wife, pushing and grunting and mewling as she tried to get a too huge item into her wet and little needy slut-pussy.
Bobbi decided to force the issue. He decided to see whether she would relish the pain of his massive cock, or she would stop this stupidity! ‘Humph! She wants to have a baby with this man? This is so stupid! Let’s see if she really is serious about this.’ Bobbi reached up and grabbed her thighs. Then with all his strength, bobbi wrenched Staci back against the massive black phallic head that was, until then, buried only slightly inside her wetted cuntal lips.
Staci screamed as her lover’s huge purple head slid home within her pussy, the purple crown wedged tightly into her cunt lips like a large black plug with a thick handle attached to it.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She Part Thirteen
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Can you see OK, Bobbi?”
“Ah, ……… Yeah …………. Ah, um, …… Staci?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Um, Staci, …… Um, …………… do you still love me?”
“Yes Bobbi, I have been telling you that all day. Did you forget that?”
“Well, ….. No. But…..”
“But what Bobbi?”
“Staci, why are you doing this to me?”
“Who says I am doing this to YOU, Bobbi? ………….” Her tone became a bit indignant. “Listen you little self centered bastard, I am NOT doing this TO YOU…..I am doing it FOR ME Bobbi.”
Then she caught herself and her tone softened again. “I just wanted you to be here so that you could watch me take huge black cocks, like the women in your porno movies. You have made a habit of hiding your sexuality from me, Bobbi. I am your wife, god damn it!” Her tone faltered even as it rose. “How dare you sneak around and cheat on me like that, you son of a bitch! ………………”
She relented in her anger and said softly, “But, Bobbi, I am not going to do that to you. …………… This is not pay back honey. You are going to get to watch me do my little sex escapades. You are never going to have to wonder what I am going to do, or am doing, because your going to be right there watching or hearing all about my cunt taking strange cock. ………………. Tell me, honey, now isn’t this better than watching strangers fucking on your computer monitor? Here you can smell my needy pussy, smell the cum as it is deposited into my cunts, watch me get wet, instead of wondering if these whores are really enjoying it or just faking it. ………….. Believe me Bobbi, you will be sure while Wendell is fucking your little wife’s cunt how much I am enjoying it! You just wait baby, you will know for SURE how well I love fucking!”
Staci turned to look at Wendell, then after chuckling, said “Fuck my married white cunt Wendell, teach your new little white whore and her husband how a strong dominant black man fucks a white married woman’s cunt baby. Your little white whore is ready for her first lesson, baby. Teach my little white money maker how to earn her keep! Show my white husband here how a real man fucks a cunt. Fill me up Wendell, as only a huge black cock can.”
Staci lowered her head and started gobbling on Bobbi’s cock with a vengeance. Bobbi’s eyes went wide as he not only felt her suck his cock, but also as he realized that Staci had again told Wendell that she was his whore. Not only that, she had intimated that he could sell her on the streets. What in hell had happened to his demure little conservative wife? And her language now, my god, sounded like she was a sailor.
But Bobbi’s little white cock was out of erections for awhile. He had cum too many times in a few hours to even be able to respond to his wife’s voracious cock sucking. His penis stayed defiantly soft as Staci suckled him with increasing vigor, then in frustration started to chew his cock with her molars, her sexual excitement overwhelming her. Bobbi started to wince as her teeth dug into his already sore cock flesh.
Bobbi watched Wendell’s thick phallus move above his face, moving toward Staci’s very wet pussy. “So, der, Bobbi ma boy,….You be ready to watch ma big black cock fuck your purdy lil white wife? Yo ready to watch my final part a ma takin yo wife fom yo? She be mine now Bobbi boy. She be all mine! I owns her now. I owns her pussy, I owns her mouth, I owns her asshole. Yeah baby, she be all mine now dat I goin fuck her lil white married cunt full a ma black cum.”
Between the physical pain of Staci’s teeth chewing his cock, and the emotional pain of Wendell’s words, Bobbi eyes filled with tears.
“Bobbi sweetheart, take Wendell’s gorgeous thick black cock and put its huge purple head right at my cunnie opening honey. Hold it there as Wendell’s starts to work his way up my tight pussy baby. Make sure my little white inner lips are not stuck inside me as he goes in and stretches my opening to fit his huge black cock.”
His eyes full of tears, Bobbi meekly reached around Staci’s leg and with two fingers, guided Wendell’s cock head to his wife’s pussy opening.
Bobbi decided that he was done fighting. He was done resisting his wife’s will. He was done trying to affect what was going to happen here tonight. He decided in a very deliberate and conscious way to just do what Staci told him to. He decided that he was just going to let Staci have HER way. God knows he had done whatever the hell HE wanted to in the past. Staci’s turn now, he thought with a sprinkle of enthusiasm.
“Bobbi, put your finger in me and spread my wetness around his cock head honey. ……………….. Yeah, just like that! Thanks baby! ………….. Now move his cock head around on my inner lips a bit to lube him up more. ………… Oh god bobbi, that feels so fucking good honey!............Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes honey, now kind of start pushing his big black head into me a bit as you move it around at my opening sweetheart. …………… Oh FUCK bobbi! That is so perfect! God I should have done this the first time I saw you jerking off to that huge black cock!”
Bobbi realized that he had stopped crying. And then, as he worked Wendell’s heavy cock around his wife’s pussy opening, he felt the solid wrenching ache of his penis getting hard again. And finally, as he watched the purple head begin to stretch the pink wet skin of his wife’s cunt, he realized that he had relaxed. He felt like he was part of a bigger whole. He no longer felt alienated from his darling wife he loved so dearly. He began to want to see her respond sexually to this virile man, he wanted to hear her growing excitement as the man took her. He wanted to help fulfill her fantasy, her reality, ………… her new life.
His eyes focused on her perfect body, the very opening into her fertile womb. He knew that this very night might produce ………… a baby! He knew that the resulting offspring would not be his biologically. With growing excitement, bobbi accepted that the baby would be of mixed racial origin. But, god help him, he now wanted to participate in his wife’s impregnation.
With a proud grin, he told himself, ‘I can always say “I was at your inception, son”………….’
“Can you see OK, Bobbi?”
“Ah, ……… Yeah …………. Ah, um, …… Staci?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Um, Staci, …… Um, …………… do you still love me?”
“Yes Bobbi, I have been telling you that all day. Did you forget that?”
“Well, ….. No. But…..”
“But what Bobbi?”
“Staci, why are you doing this to me?”
“Who says I am doing this to YOU, Bobbi? ………….” Her tone became a bit indignant. “Listen you little self centered bastard, I am NOT doing this TO YOU…..I am doing it FOR ME Bobbi.”
Then she caught herself and her tone softened again. “I just wanted you to be here so that you could watch me take huge black cocks, like the women in your porno movies. You have made a habit of hiding your sexuality from me, Bobbi. I am your wife, god damn it!” Her tone faltered even as it rose. “How dare you sneak around and cheat on me like that, you son of a bitch! ………………”
She relented in her anger and said softly, “But, Bobbi, I am not going to do that to you. …………… This is not pay back honey. You are going to get to watch me do my little sex escapades. You are never going to have to wonder what I am going to do, or am doing, because your going to be right there watching or hearing all about my cunt taking strange cock. ………………. Tell me, honey, now isn’t this better than watching strangers fucking on your computer monitor? Here you can smell my needy pussy, smell the cum as it is deposited into my cunts, watch me get wet, instead of wondering if these whores are really enjoying it or just faking it. ………….. Believe me Bobbi, you will be sure while Wendell is fucking your little wife’s cunt how much I am enjoying it! You just wait baby, you will know for SURE how well I love fucking!”
Staci turned to look at Wendell, then after chuckling, said “Fuck my married white cunt Wendell, teach your new little white whore and her husband how a strong dominant black man fucks a white married woman’s cunt baby. Your little white whore is ready for her first lesson, baby. Teach my little white money maker how to earn her keep! Show my white husband here how a real man fucks a cunt. Fill me up Wendell, as only a huge black cock can.”
Staci lowered her head and started gobbling on Bobbi’s cock with a vengeance. Bobbi’s eyes went wide as he not only felt her suck his cock, but also as he realized that Staci had again told Wendell that she was his whore. Not only that, she had intimated that he could sell her on the streets. What in hell had happened to his demure little conservative wife? And her language now, my god, sounded like she was a sailor.
But Bobbi’s little white cock was out of erections for awhile. He had cum too many times in a few hours to even be able to respond to his wife’s voracious cock sucking. His penis stayed defiantly soft as Staci suckled him with increasing vigor, then in frustration started to chew his cock with her molars, her sexual excitement overwhelming her. Bobbi started to wince as her teeth dug into his already sore cock flesh.
Bobbi watched Wendell’s thick phallus move above his face, moving toward Staci’s very wet pussy. “So, der, Bobbi ma boy,….You be ready to watch ma big black cock fuck your purdy lil white wife? Yo ready to watch my final part a ma takin yo wife fom yo? She be mine now Bobbi boy. She be all mine! I owns her now. I owns her pussy, I owns her mouth, I owns her asshole. Yeah baby, she be all mine now dat I goin fuck her lil white married cunt full a ma black cum.”
Between the physical pain of Staci’s teeth chewing his cock, and the emotional pain of Wendell’s words, Bobbi eyes filled with tears.
“Bobbi sweetheart, take Wendell’s gorgeous thick black cock and put its huge purple head right at my cunnie opening honey. Hold it there as Wendell’s starts to work his way up my tight pussy baby. Make sure my little white inner lips are not stuck inside me as he goes in and stretches my opening to fit his huge black cock.”
His eyes full of tears, Bobbi meekly reached around Staci’s leg and with two fingers, guided Wendell’s cock head to his wife’s pussy opening.
Bobbi decided that he was done fighting. He was done resisting his wife’s will. He was done trying to affect what was going to happen here tonight. He decided in a very deliberate and conscious way to just do what Staci told him to. He decided that he was just going to let Staci have HER way. God knows he had done whatever the hell HE wanted to in the past. Staci’s turn now, he thought with a sprinkle of enthusiasm.
“Bobbi, put your finger in me and spread my wetness around his cock head honey. ……………….. Yeah, just like that! Thanks baby! ………….. Now move his cock head around on my inner lips a bit to lube him up more. ………… Oh god bobbi, that feels so fucking good honey!............Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes honey, now kind of start pushing his big black head into me a bit as you move it around at my opening sweetheart. …………… Oh FUCK bobbi! That is so perfect! God I should have done this the first time I saw you jerking off to that huge black cock!”
Bobbi realized that he had stopped crying. And then, as he worked Wendell’s heavy cock around his wife’s pussy opening, he felt the solid wrenching ache of his penis getting hard again. And finally, as he watched the purple head begin to stretch the pink wet skin of his wife’s cunt, he realized that he had relaxed. He felt like he was part of a bigger whole. He no longer felt alienated from his darling wife he loved so dearly. He began to want to see her respond sexually to this virile man, he wanted to hear her growing excitement as the man took her. He wanted to help fulfill her fantasy, her reality, ………… her new life.
His eyes focused on her perfect body, the very opening into her fertile womb. He knew that this very night might produce ………… a baby! He knew that the resulting offspring would not be his biologically. With growing excitement, bobbi accepted that the baby would be of mixed racial origin. But, god help him, he now wanted to participate in his wife’s impregnation.
With a proud grin, he told himself, ‘I can always say “I was at your inception, son”………….’
Vacation
Beloved readers, the girls and I are going on vacation for a month or so. I have someone who has volunteered to post the rest of "Is She or Isn't She" while I am gone. I hope you all enjoy it.
Kisses . . . . . Deni
Kisses . . . . . Deni
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She Part Twelve
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Wendell, barely able to stand up himself, his head swimming from his intense orgasm, saw Staci wobbling as well. He held her shoulder as he regained his balance, then scooped her up in his strong arms. Staggering slightly, he carried her to the bed and gently placed her back where she had been only a few minutes earlier. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on the bed beside her. Her arms encircled his waist as they lay there together, returning to earth after their trip through ecstasy. As she lay there, breathing deeply, she idly toyed with Wendell’s soft scrotum. Her fingers were visible to Bobbi as he sat in his chair, also breathing heavily.
“So, Bobbi, when I was talking to Deni, she said that I should think through what I want to do in my life and make a list of the things that I want to accomplish, and the things I want to experience.” Staci was still breathing hard.
Bobbi, gasping for breath, tried hard to listen to her words while his eyes were riveted on her white hands toying with Wendell’s large black balls. “Who is Deni honey?”
“Oh, yeah, forgot, she is that woman I met on line I told you about. So anyway, she told me to list what I want to experience, including what I want to experience where sex is involved. Kind of a fantasy list of the things that I want to do. ……. What do you think of my fantasy list so far?”
Bobbi knew he was on thin ice here. If he was not supportive of her fantasies, then he would be an uncaring cad. If he told her that he loved them, it showed that he was a cocksucker that enjoyed it. What to do? He exhaled in relief when she went on talking.
“So Bobbi, I want you to know that I understand that you really have had a hard time doing some of the things that I have asked you to do, baby. But looking back now, haven’t you been excited by them?”
Staci looked Bobbi in the eyes as she waited for his reply. He knew he was definitely going to have to come up with an answer this time. But, now that she had asked him straight out, he had to admit to himself, in his heart of hearts, that he HAD enjoyed most of it. Did he dare admit that to her? Something told him that she was setting him up for more of the same, or maybe even worse. But on the other hand, there lay Wendell, naked, and being caressed on his private parts by his wife’s little white hand. HIS wife caressing the black cab driver that had driven them home while she jerked him off. Then she had let the black man help HER cum as she lay naked on the cab front seat.
Bobbi began to worry about the current situation a little more than before. He could clearly see that Wendell was making his beloved wife pretty darned happy. Hell, she had cum more times tonight than in all their married life together ….. combined. And Wendell had flat out told him that he was going to try to take his wife away from him. Then it hit him out of the blue….She had not let him have vaginal sex with her yet! He hated himself for thinking ‘YET’, but on the other hand, he suspected that if Wendell could get a hard-on again, then the odds were mighty high that it would happen the way things were going tonight. What could he say to his wife to not lie but also to not encourage her any more than he had by his actions earlier.
“Well, Stace, uhhhm, it’s something I did for you because I love you so much honey. Like Wendell said, I am trying to meet your fantasies. How am I doing?” he asked hopefully. He felt good about his answer.
Staci’s eyes stayed locked onto his for a long time. Her hands continued to caress and tenderly stroke Wendell’s ball sack. Then her eyes dropped to what she was doing. She began to stretch his sack both in length and in width. A soft smile spread across her pretty face as she continued to test how far she could stretch it. “Sweetie, lie on your back honey, I want to play with your balls for awhile.” Her face had lit up like a street light at dusk. She straddled Wendell’s stomach, her smooth pussy against his little tuft of hair that ran from his belly to his pubic area. She bent forward, taking the head of Wendell’s cock into her mouth as she continued to stretch his ball sack with both hands. Her mouth was suckling his large purple head.
She looked up at Bobbi, then let the black phallus drop from her lips. “God, Bobbi! Look at how huge his ball sack is baby!” She again took the purple head into her mouth like a childhood treat. She stretched his sack as far as she could in both directions. She held them up so that her husband could see the relative size of her lover’s scrotum. Bobbi was reluctantly impressed by how large it was. He estimated that stretched out like that, Wendell’s sack was probably larger than the silhouette of his whole head.
‘Good Lord,’ Bobbi thought, ‘His balls have to be huge hanging in a sack that size.’ As if reading his mind, his wife coddled one of Wendell’s eggs in her hand. It seemed to almost fill her small white hand. Bobbi was reminded of a small child holding a chicken egg in a tiny small hand. With a glint in her eyes, she leaned forward, allowing the soft cock to drop from her suckling mouth, and began to ever so gently kiss the large egg in her hand. After a bit, she opened her mouth, and began to carefully insert the egg between her soft lips. Under her eyebrows, her eyes were watching Bobbi watching her as she sampled more of Wendell’s body. Her eyes closed as she experienced her mouth encapsulating the large firm testicle. Inside her loving mouth, her tongue ran about it as she savored the size, the flavor, the scent of his genitals. Her abdomen began to tilt back and forth as she felt the wonderful sensation of suckling on her lover’s potent sperm factory. Bobbi, in his fear, wondered if Staci was imagining that by her doing this she would increase Wendell’s sperm count, and that when he inserted his gorgeous black cock into her fertile little vagina, he would fill her with copious amounts of his cum. Then he realized ashamedly that he had described Wendell’s cock as ‘gorgeous’ in his own mind.
Staci gently removed the first testicle from her mouth, then with equal care, took the second one into her mouth. Her face was framed in an ethereal, soft glow as she suckled upon her lover’s black egg. Her smooth kitty continued to rock on Wendell’s stomach as she felt her tummy initiate the sensation of her growing need for his manly penetration. Her warmth turned to tiny fluttering butterflies as she fantasized about having Wendell’s hugeness inside her body. She turned around, and lay on top of Wendell’s chest. She encircled his neck and again began to kiss him as deeply as her tongue would reach. Bobbi had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the large black shaft lying under his wife’s bottom begin to twitch and move. ‘Oh god, he thought, here she goes. His cock is getting hard again, and that means he can fuck her cunt. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!’
Staci was whimpering slightly as her sexual needs resurfaced. Wendell’s large gentle hands were stroking her back, roaming down her neck then slowly to her bottom, cupping and squeezing her there, then caressing her upper legs gently before his black hands moved up again, pausing at her buttocks, again squeezing and parting her as she kissed him fervently, then his hands moving up again to her shoulders and neck, messaging and kneading her gently. She murmured something to him that Bobbi could not understand. Wendell murmured something back in his base voice. Staci giggled then again murmured something indistinguishable. Wendell chuckled and said “OK, sweet lil Missy.”
Staci sat up and looked fondly at Wendell’s face, leaned down and kissed him, then got up off from their marital bed. Bobbi felt his heart lurch. He had a really bad feeling about this now. ‘Maybe I am just going to suck his cock again, instead of him fucking her.’ He really didn’t believe his little white lie, but it staved off his panic.
Wendell got up too, and then stepped behind him. He felt his arms moving a bit, then his hands were free. ‘Maybe he wants me on my knees this time when I suck him off,’ Bobbi thought hopefully. The ache deep inside his asshole started to return. Bobbi realized that if he was not careful, his cock would get hard and ache like a son of a bitch again. Wendell freed his feet as well.
“Bobbi, get on the bed on your back honey. Put your head right on the corner here,” Staci commanded. His interest piqued, Bobbi complied. “Damn, that won’t work, will it Wendell?”
“No Boo, can’t support yo’sef.”
Staci put her finger to her lips in thought, then her face brightened. “I know! Lets use the bench in the weight room!” Taking Wendell by his penis, she led the way through the house to the weight room she used every day. It was located in the garage where she and Bobbi had remodeled the garage shell into her workout room. The coolness of the room caused her nipples to stiffen. She pointed at the bench and asked Wendell to move it into the corner of the room, right in front of the mirrors that they had mounted on two walls, the location she used to work on her belly dancing routines. “What do you think Wendell? Will this work for what we need baby?”
“Yeah, Missy, Ah think dis be jus right fo what you be wantin!”
Staci turned to Wendell and flashed her most dazzling smile. “Are you about ready to fuck my little white whore’s cunt with that huge thick black cock Wendell?” Staci shivered in anticipation as she said the naughty words.
Whores cunt? Bobbi could almost not stand up as he assimilated what his wife had just said. His head began to spin. His knees were wobbly. His stomach felt upset. With a huge effort, he refocused and asked, “Stace, sweetheart, ahhh, Stace honey,……ahhhmm, were you planning on using protection?”
Staci turned full frontal to look at him. She put her little fists on her hips assuming a posture of defiance. “No Bobbi, sweetheart, . . . . . lover, none of the studs in the porno’s you watch every night after I go to bed ever use condoms baby. Ruins the mood for them it seems. I have noticed that most of the ones that you can cum with are black men fucking white women. So Wendell has been videoing all this just so you can watch your own little white wife be the sexy porn star after I am gone, honey.”
Bobbi’s consciousness faded to white as he collapsed onto the floor.
When Bobbi awoke, he just lay there, not even opening his eyes. He played back what Staci had just said to him. He was in total shock. Slowly he assembled the information that he had recently received into manageable packets and tried to deal with them one at a time.
He flushed in overwhelming shame that Staci knew about his porno addiction. He had no idea that she knew about it, he had tried so hard to hide it from her. He was absolutely shocked that she knew not only which kind he watched, but also which type he could even orgasm with.
‘Well, that is common knowledge now,’ he realized. Next subject.
Clearly, Staci intended to allow Wendell to deposit his sperm directly into her vagina. He tried to puzzle out whether she was hoping she would get pregnant from this encounter. He decided he did not have enough information for that ……. yet.
Then he began to think, in growing terror, about her last few words. Exactly what had she said? “….after I am gone….” Bobbi began to cry. He tried not to. But he could not contain his fear, his grief at learning he had lost her. He tried to figure out what had tipped her over the edge. Was it his porn addiction? Was it the fact they rarely made love any more? Was it that Wendell was such a great lay? Was it the size of Wendell’s cock?
“Looks like he is awake Wendell.”
“Yeah. He not be takin da news too good though.”
“Well, lets get on with this. I’m craving finally feeling your cock fucking me bareback, baby. I have waited for hours already to feel what a huge black cock feels like inside my little cuntie.” Wendell chuckled at her word for her vagina. “Wendell, you strong black stud, put my little white husband up on the bench for me would you baby? We have the video set up to record you fucking me right?”
“Yeah Baby, we be all ready.” Wendell’s chuckle carried an undertone of excitement, and of cruelty.
Bobbi felt his body being raised effortlessly, and then laid on the workout bench. He opened his eyes just in time to see Staci straddle his face. Her little pussy lips were a few inches above his nose. He could smell her intoxicating excitement. Looking up, he saw Wendell’s hugeness hanging there above his forehead. Looking back down at the opening of her tiny body, he realized he could see into her, see her wetness within the channel that Wendell was obviously intending to plow and seed with his huge farming equipment. He also realized that THAT cock was not going to fit inside THAT pussy without major modification of one, or the other.
Wendell, barely able to stand up himself, his head swimming from his intense orgasm, saw Staci wobbling as well. He held her shoulder as he regained his balance, then scooped her up in his strong arms. Staggering slightly, he carried her to the bed and gently placed her back where she had been only a few minutes earlier. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on the bed beside her. Her arms encircled his waist as they lay there together, returning to earth after their trip through ecstasy. As she lay there, breathing deeply, she idly toyed with Wendell’s soft scrotum. Her fingers were visible to Bobbi as he sat in his chair, also breathing heavily.
“So, Bobbi, when I was talking to Deni, she said that I should think through what I want to do in my life and make a list of the things that I want to accomplish, and the things I want to experience.” Staci was still breathing hard.
Bobbi, gasping for breath, tried hard to listen to her words while his eyes were riveted on her white hands toying with Wendell’s large black balls. “Who is Deni honey?”
“Oh, yeah, forgot, she is that woman I met on line I told you about. So anyway, she told me to list what I want to experience, including what I want to experience where sex is involved. Kind of a fantasy list of the things that I want to do. ……. What do you think of my fantasy list so far?”
Bobbi knew he was on thin ice here. If he was not supportive of her fantasies, then he would be an uncaring cad. If he told her that he loved them, it showed that he was a cocksucker that enjoyed it. What to do? He exhaled in relief when she went on talking.
“So Bobbi, I want you to know that I understand that you really have had a hard time doing some of the things that I have asked you to do, baby. But looking back now, haven’t you been excited by them?”
Staci looked Bobbi in the eyes as she waited for his reply. He knew he was definitely going to have to come up with an answer this time. But, now that she had asked him straight out, he had to admit to himself, in his heart of hearts, that he HAD enjoyed most of it. Did he dare admit that to her? Something told him that she was setting him up for more of the same, or maybe even worse. But on the other hand, there lay Wendell, naked, and being caressed on his private parts by his wife’s little white hand. HIS wife caressing the black cab driver that had driven them home while she jerked him off. Then she had let the black man help HER cum as she lay naked on the cab front seat.
Bobbi began to worry about the current situation a little more than before. He could clearly see that Wendell was making his beloved wife pretty darned happy. Hell, she had cum more times tonight than in all their married life together ….. combined. And Wendell had flat out told him that he was going to try to take his wife away from him. Then it hit him out of the blue….She had not let him have vaginal sex with her yet! He hated himself for thinking ‘YET’, but on the other hand, he suspected that if Wendell could get a hard-on again, then the odds were mighty high that it would happen the way things were going tonight. What could he say to his wife to not lie but also to not encourage her any more than he had by his actions earlier.
“Well, Stace, uhhhm, it’s something I did for you because I love you so much honey. Like Wendell said, I am trying to meet your fantasies. How am I doing?” he asked hopefully. He felt good about his answer.
Staci’s eyes stayed locked onto his for a long time. Her hands continued to caress and tenderly stroke Wendell’s ball sack. Then her eyes dropped to what she was doing. She began to stretch his sack both in length and in width. A soft smile spread across her pretty face as she continued to test how far she could stretch it. “Sweetie, lie on your back honey, I want to play with your balls for awhile.” Her face had lit up like a street light at dusk. She straddled Wendell’s stomach, her smooth pussy against his little tuft of hair that ran from his belly to his pubic area. She bent forward, taking the head of Wendell’s cock into her mouth as she continued to stretch his ball sack with both hands. Her mouth was suckling his large purple head.
She looked up at Bobbi, then let the black phallus drop from her lips. “God, Bobbi! Look at how huge his ball sack is baby!” She again took the purple head into her mouth like a childhood treat. She stretched his sack as far as she could in both directions. She held them up so that her husband could see the relative size of her lover’s scrotum. Bobbi was reluctantly impressed by how large it was. He estimated that stretched out like that, Wendell’s sack was probably larger than the silhouette of his whole head.
‘Good Lord,’ Bobbi thought, ‘His balls have to be huge hanging in a sack that size.’ As if reading his mind, his wife coddled one of Wendell’s eggs in her hand. It seemed to almost fill her small white hand. Bobbi was reminded of a small child holding a chicken egg in a tiny small hand. With a glint in her eyes, she leaned forward, allowing the soft cock to drop from her suckling mouth, and began to ever so gently kiss the large egg in her hand. After a bit, she opened her mouth, and began to carefully insert the egg between her soft lips. Under her eyebrows, her eyes were watching Bobbi watching her as she sampled more of Wendell’s body. Her eyes closed as she experienced her mouth encapsulating the large firm testicle. Inside her loving mouth, her tongue ran about it as she savored the size, the flavor, the scent of his genitals. Her abdomen began to tilt back and forth as she felt the wonderful sensation of suckling on her lover’s potent sperm factory. Bobbi, in his fear, wondered if Staci was imagining that by her doing this she would increase Wendell’s sperm count, and that when he inserted his gorgeous black cock into her fertile little vagina, he would fill her with copious amounts of his cum. Then he realized ashamedly that he had described Wendell’s cock as ‘gorgeous’ in his own mind.
Staci gently removed the first testicle from her mouth, then with equal care, took the second one into her mouth. Her face was framed in an ethereal, soft glow as she suckled upon her lover’s black egg. Her smooth kitty continued to rock on Wendell’s stomach as she felt her tummy initiate the sensation of her growing need for his manly penetration. Her warmth turned to tiny fluttering butterflies as she fantasized about having Wendell’s hugeness inside her body. She turned around, and lay on top of Wendell’s chest. She encircled his neck and again began to kiss him as deeply as her tongue would reach. Bobbi had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the large black shaft lying under his wife’s bottom begin to twitch and move. ‘Oh god, he thought, here she goes. His cock is getting hard again, and that means he can fuck her cunt. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!’
Staci was whimpering slightly as her sexual needs resurfaced. Wendell’s large gentle hands were stroking her back, roaming down her neck then slowly to her bottom, cupping and squeezing her there, then caressing her upper legs gently before his black hands moved up again, pausing at her buttocks, again squeezing and parting her as she kissed him fervently, then his hands moving up again to her shoulders and neck, messaging and kneading her gently. She murmured something to him that Bobbi could not understand. Wendell murmured something back in his base voice. Staci giggled then again murmured something indistinguishable. Wendell chuckled and said “OK, sweet lil Missy.”
Staci sat up and looked fondly at Wendell’s face, leaned down and kissed him, then got up off from their marital bed. Bobbi felt his heart lurch. He had a really bad feeling about this now. ‘Maybe I am just going to suck his cock again, instead of him fucking her.’ He really didn’t believe his little white lie, but it staved off his panic.
Wendell got up too, and then stepped behind him. He felt his arms moving a bit, then his hands were free. ‘Maybe he wants me on my knees this time when I suck him off,’ Bobbi thought hopefully. The ache deep inside his asshole started to return. Bobbi realized that if he was not careful, his cock would get hard and ache like a son of a bitch again. Wendell freed his feet as well.
“Bobbi, get on the bed on your back honey. Put your head right on the corner here,” Staci commanded. His interest piqued, Bobbi complied. “Damn, that won’t work, will it Wendell?”
“No Boo, can’t support yo’sef.”
Staci put her finger to her lips in thought, then her face brightened. “I know! Lets use the bench in the weight room!” Taking Wendell by his penis, she led the way through the house to the weight room she used every day. It was located in the garage where she and Bobbi had remodeled the garage shell into her workout room. The coolness of the room caused her nipples to stiffen. She pointed at the bench and asked Wendell to move it into the corner of the room, right in front of the mirrors that they had mounted on two walls, the location she used to work on her belly dancing routines. “What do you think Wendell? Will this work for what we need baby?”
“Yeah, Missy, Ah think dis be jus right fo what you be wantin!”
Staci turned to Wendell and flashed her most dazzling smile. “Are you about ready to fuck my little white whore’s cunt with that huge thick black cock Wendell?” Staci shivered in anticipation as she said the naughty words.
Whores cunt? Bobbi could almost not stand up as he assimilated what his wife had just said. His head began to spin. His knees were wobbly. His stomach felt upset. With a huge effort, he refocused and asked, “Stace, sweetheart, ahhh, Stace honey,……ahhhmm, were you planning on using protection?”
Staci turned full frontal to look at him. She put her little fists on her hips assuming a posture of defiance. “No Bobbi, sweetheart, . . . . . lover, none of the studs in the porno’s you watch every night after I go to bed ever use condoms baby. Ruins the mood for them it seems. I have noticed that most of the ones that you can cum with are black men fucking white women. So Wendell has been videoing all this just so you can watch your own little white wife be the sexy porn star after I am gone, honey.”
Bobbi’s consciousness faded to white as he collapsed onto the floor.
When Bobbi awoke, he just lay there, not even opening his eyes. He played back what Staci had just said to him. He was in total shock. Slowly he assembled the information that he had recently received into manageable packets and tried to deal with them one at a time.
He flushed in overwhelming shame that Staci knew about his porno addiction. He had no idea that she knew about it, he had tried so hard to hide it from her. He was absolutely shocked that she knew not only which kind he watched, but also which type he could even orgasm with.
‘Well, that is common knowledge now,’ he realized. Next subject.
Clearly, Staci intended to allow Wendell to deposit his sperm directly into her vagina. He tried to puzzle out whether she was hoping she would get pregnant from this encounter. He decided he did not have enough information for that ……. yet.
Then he began to think, in growing terror, about her last few words. Exactly what had she said? “….after I am gone….” Bobbi began to cry. He tried not to. But he could not contain his fear, his grief at learning he had lost her. He tried to figure out what had tipped her over the edge. Was it his porn addiction? Was it the fact they rarely made love any more? Was it that Wendell was such a great lay? Was it the size of Wendell’s cock?
“Looks like he is awake Wendell.”
“Yeah. He not be takin da news too good though.”
“Well, lets get on with this. I’m craving finally feeling your cock fucking me bareback, baby. I have waited for hours already to feel what a huge black cock feels like inside my little cuntie.” Wendell chuckled at her word for her vagina. “Wendell, you strong black stud, put my little white husband up on the bench for me would you baby? We have the video set up to record you fucking me right?”
“Yeah Baby, we be all ready.” Wendell’s chuckle carried an undertone of excitement, and of cruelty.
Bobbi felt his body being raised effortlessly, and then laid on the workout bench. He opened his eyes just in time to see Staci straddle his face. Her little pussy lips were a few inches above his nose. He could smell her intoxicating excitement. Looking up, he saw Wendell’s hugeness hanging there above his forehead. Looking back down at the opening of her tiny body, he realized he could see into her, see her wetness within the channel that Wendell was obviously intending to plow and seed with his huge farming equipment. He also realized that THAT cock was not going to fit inside THAT pussy without major modification of one, or the other.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Eleven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“So, white boy, what you goin do bout her pussy bein too small for ma dick?”
Bobbi was too afraid of what could really happen if Wendell did spurt his juices into his wife. ‘God, what if I am sterile, and that is why she isn’t pregnant already?’ He knew though, that it was not that, it was the fact they had sex so rarely in the past. He tried hard to remember when her last period was. Then he tried to remember when a woman was fertile. ‘Lets see, is it during her period, or right after or just before.’ He couldn’t remember. Finally Bobbi decided to just confront Wendell about his intentions.
“Are you really going to let all your friends fuck her?”
Wendell looked up at Bobbi from under his thick eyebrows. His hand stopped caressing Staci’s white breast, and simply rested there, covering her whiteness with his huge long fingered black hand. His face was a sea of contempt. “White boy, yo gots no idéa how to treat dis fine woman does yo? Yo neva take nuttin dat a woman say as gospel while she be cummin in her fancy. Nuttin! Yo starts takin it for gospel, and den she gets ‘fraid of sayin her fancy. Gets in her way a cummin hard and fine like dis fine woman does. Ah bets she ain’t neva come like dis for you, raght? She jus lie der and watches yo come, raght? You gots no idée how to make dis fine woman feel loved. Ah tell yo white boy, black men, we may not have yo edoocashun, and we may not have yo privileges, and we make not speak da fine talk, but we know how to love da women folk. You white boys think dat you own deese women. Nuffin fatha fum da truth! Deese white women, dey try black, dey find a sweet love day neva get from der white man. So dat be why when dees fine white women try black, dey neva go back to you white boys wit yo pencil dicks and yo bedda dan us attitudes. White boy, Ah be fallin in love wit dis fine white woman raght hea. I be going to take her away fom da likes a you if a can. She deserve betta dan you, white boy.”
Bobbi was so shocked that he could only splutter.
“An sompin else, it ain’t da size a ma black dick dat she be afta. It be da lovin, da kindness, da consideration dat Ah be givin her. My dick be twice da size your lil pencil dick yo been waving in my face mo dan long nuff. Take dat pathetic lil white cock ova der and sit in dat chair and watch how a black man make good lovin ta his lady love. Now get ova deah and sit and watch me fuck yo fine wife. She goin be in love wit me in a few hours, yo hea me? You may a loss your pussy, white boy, cause I goan do anyting Ah can to take her fom yo. Now get, oh Ah goin kick you pansy assed white bread ass. GIT!”
Bobbi scurried to the chair Wendell had indicated with his chin. He had no more than sat down than Staci began to stir again.
She moved her arms and hands to Wendell’s shaved head and muscular back, caressing him, touching him, then reached up and kissed him softly on his full mouth. Bobbi could see her tongue enter his mouth. Clearly she was feeling close and comfortable with this man. ‘Can I ever make her feel that way for me again?’ he wondered.
Their kissing went on for a long time, just tonguing each others mouths deeply, softly, and so fondly. Bobbi sat there, his penis thankfully wilted as he thought through what Wendell had said. After fighting off an anxiety attack for several minutes, he was able to stifled his fears and get past the fact that Wendell had flat out threatened that he was going to take Staci away from him. After about ten minutes of watching her kiss her new lover, he realized that she had never, ever kissed him like that. He started to pay better attention to what Wendell’s hands and body and mouth were doing to his wife, FOR his wife, he corrected himself. Somewhere in that time frame, he had an epiphany. Bobbi realized it wasn’t that she had never kissed him like that; HE had never kissed HER like that! He started berating himself as he sat there, watching his beloved wife get what she desperately needed from another man. How dumb could he be, for god’s sake?
“So Wendell, sweetheart, best lover in my life, did my husband stretch my pussy out for your use yet?”
“No Boo, he jus stood der and watch us together. He not concerned bout you, he just wanna watch you get hot and sexy baby. I toll him go sit down and watch me make da love to you. I toll him Ah goin take you away fom him. Toll him once you feel my fine lovin, you goin want me, not his lil pencil dick. Since he be so selfish he won’t even hep yo have fine an’ propa black sex. I think we leave him ova der, let him watch me take yo away fom him, what yo think , my purdy little missy?”
“Ok! …….. But Wendell, ……… I don’t want to have to worry about what he might do while we have sex in front of him, would you do me a huge favor honey?”
“Sho nuff will baby doll! What yo want me ta do?”
“Tie him in his chair so he can see us, but not touch himself or get up. Could you do that for me honey? You never know how a man will act when he actually sees his wife loving another man, right?”
“Sho nuff baby doll. I be right back. Yo keep her hot an steamin’ now Boo, I be raght back to yo fine sef.”
Wendell used several lamp’s electrical cords to tie Bobbi to the chair, and tie his hands behind his back. Wendell chuckled as Bobbi’s cock stiffened to a pulsing rod while he tied him up.
“Boo, yo husbin done got hard agin while Ah tie him up! Now don’t dat jus beat all!” He laughed as he stood and watched Bobbi looking back at Wendell’s huge black cock, waving invitingly in Bobbi’s face, only inches from his nose. Bobbi’s nose dilated as he inhaled the musky scent of the large man’s genitalia. Wendell deliberately ran his cock up and down Bobbi’s cheeks, pressing it against his lips for a bit, chuckling all the while.
Staci got off the bed and came over to watch. She was immediately fascinated by the possibilities presented in front of her. Her voluptuous body responded instantly to her imagined view of her husband suckling Wendell’s large thick penis. Her body began to secrete copious amounts of her own special love elixir.
“Bobbi Ray, open your mouth, let this nice kind man enjoy your mouth. You have been telling me since we got married that you wanted me to suck on you. Now you get to try it out for size.” She giggled at her own pun. Wendell laughed uproariously. “Do it NOW Bobbi Ray, or I will kick you out of this room for the rest of the night, leave you tied up on the porch where the dogs can lick your pathetic little white hard on and piss on your legs. Now open that damn stubborn mouth of yours!” She reached forward and squeezed his cheek to try to force him to do it for her.
“Watch dis lil Missy!” Wendell squeezed Bobbi’s nostrils closed.
After about forty seconds, Bobbi’s mouth flew open wide, gasping for breath. Wendell instantly entered Bobbi’s sucking-for-air mouth, letting his thick cock head lay just inside as Bobbi gasped for air. As an indignant Bobbi regained his breath, he had to decide what he was going to do about his new predicament.
He knew he was at their total mercy, his hands tied behind his back, his ankles tied to the chair legs. And the smoothness of the cock head on his tongue was not as offensive as he thought it would be. Tentatively he closed his lips on the thick heavy member.
“Now we be talking Miss Staci, yo white husband done foun his propa place among us. Ain’t his purdy lil mouth just the pufect adonement a ma black cock?” They both laughed as Bobbi’s mouth began to fill with spit as a result of the smooth silky penis head inserted into his oral cavity. He soon knew he was going to have to either swallow or drool all over himself. ‘Which hell are you going to choose?’ he thought. ‘Look like the village idiot and drool all over your own chest and crotch, or swallow and look like you’re sucking his black cock?”
Bobbi swallowed involuntarily. The smooth skin of the purple head slid a bit on his tongue. The silky softness of the skin of Wendell’s shaft caressed his lips. He realized that the slight taste was very masculine. So very different from a woman’s tartness and slightly ‘harbor’ smell. ‘Nice change of pace,’ Bobbi thought.
He swallowed involuntarily again. The black cock moved into his mouth a bit when he did, riding his tongue as it moved when he was swallowing. His mouth was now salivating large amounts of spit, and he found that in order not to drool around the edges of the huge cock, he had to keep swallowing. Other wise the spit in his mouth would begin to run out at the corners of his lips. He found himself swallowing more than he really needed to, but the smooth plumped skin in his mouth seemed to need more servicing than just swallowing provided it. ‘Besides,’ he rationalized, ‘I promised Stace I would do whatever she said.’ He knew when he decided to suck that he was giving into something he had never allowed to surface completely in his fantasies. But he also knew by feeling the torching ache in his cock, the ache which started clear up inside his asshole now, he was enjoying the penis being exactly where it was.
“Good boy honey!” Staci was beside herself with excitement. She had wanted to watch this ever since…….. Well ever since. “Oh God this is so hot Bobbi!! I get to watch my hunky husband sucking Wendell’s black thick penis, baby! …………My god Bobbi! You are naturally good at suckling cocks I think, look how hard Wendell is getting while you suck his cock baby. Maybe I will have you give me lessons later on. …………… Oh GOD! Keep going Bobbi, lets see if you can get Wendell to cum inside your mouth baby. God that would be so hot!” Bobbi was excited now that his sexy wife was paying attention to him, not to Wendell. ‘God, what else can I do to keep her attention?’ He renewed his suckling with a vengeance.
Bobbi, sucking hard and with a will now, could not believe that his own cock was again aching in its own hellacious throbbing needy way. He sheepishly admitted to himself he had begun to wish he could caress Wendell’s cock and balls with his hands as he suckled the smooth hard thickness with his mouth, but they were tightly tied behind him. He blushed at that self emasculating realization. ‘As long as I could keep it at his crotch and not have to kiss or touch him anywhere else’ he thought………….
Bobbi looked up at Staci’s face, alight with an enchanted glow as she watched his face with the huge black member sticking out of his mouth.
Staci put her hand on the big black penis and coaxed it into his mouth a bit further, stroking it as she did. “See Bobbi, see how nice a penis Wendell has. Nice and big and black and oh so full of cum baby. Wendell needs to have you pay for your cab fare too baby. He needs to cum inside your mouth sweetheart. That is the bargain we made with him, remember?”
Bobbi distinctly remembered it was not him that had made the bargain, but also was in the habit of living up to any bargain that he made. So he began to suckle a bit more delicately.
Wondering how he was doing, he looked up at Wendell’s dark face, which was now grinning his most wining grin, broad, delighted, enticed by Bobbi’s mouth. Wendell’s eyes were staring at Bobbi’s mouth as it suckled the potent masculine prick. Wendell’s hips began to move back and forth, in and out of Bobbi’s mouth as he suckled with gusto, his eyes switching back to the adoring eyes of his gorgeous wife.
“Play with Wendell’s balls with your tongue baby. Let Wendell know how much you appreciate him letting you suck him off as your part of the cab fare honey. …….Good boy, Bobbi, you are doing really well. …………Yeah baby, suck that black cock like you love it, cause you know you do baby.” Staci’s hands were on both sides of her face, clasped to her cheeks, framing a shit eating grin of delight as her excitement grew and grew. “Oh god, Wendell, he is going to suck you off baby! God this is so fucking hot to watch in real life, my own husband not only sucking a cock, but sucking a cock that I am going to fuck in just a little while. And a black thick long cock too! God! This is the hottest thing I have ever seen! ………. Yeah baby, suck that big black cock baby, yes, suck it nice and solid baby. Suck with your cheeks as it goes out, then press your tongue against it as it goes back in. ……..Much better baby. Play with his balls with your tongue, kiss and lick them like you are tickling them baby. …….. Yeah, like that Bobbi! Just like that! …….. Now suck one into your mouth really gently baby. Remember how tender your own balls are………. Oh fuck this is so fucking hot, so fucking hot! Oh god I need to cum. Bobbi, you are going to be doing a lot of this cock sucking baby! You love it, I love it, Wendell is loving it……………………”
Just then Wendell exploded into Bobbi’s voraciously sucking lips. He pushed his hips forward causing his thick cock to deposit its fragrant cargo deep in Bobbi’s mouth. Wendell’s’ grunts of orgasm overcame Bobbi’s reticence and Bobbi’s cock also spurted its few drops of watery cum as Wendell filled his mouth again and again with potent sperm. The black man’s copious cum began to dribble and drip from the astonished lips that could not contain the flood. It dripped all over Bobbi’s crotch, covering Bobbi’s cock head with its white sticky potency.
Staci’s eyes were glued to her husband’s enraptured face until she saw Bobbi’s cock pulsing and jerking as Wendell shot his sperm into Bobbi’s mouth. She saw Bobbi’s own watery cum emerging through and mingling with the cum of the black man, the separate parts being indistinguishable. She watched it began to run down Bobbi’s relatively small cock head, and on down his cock shaft as it pulsed and jerked in its own special agony. Her pussy exploded in a gushing shower of feminine cum all over Bobbi’s and Wendell’s feet, legs, and Bobbi’s already cum covered crotch.
“So, white boy, what you goin do bout her pussy bein too small for ma dick?”
Bobbi was too afraid of what could really happen if Wendell did spurt his juices into his wife. ‘God, what if I am sterile, and that is why she isn’t pregnant already?’ He knew though, that it was not that, it was the fact they had sex so rarely in the past. He tried hard to remember when her last period was. Then he tried to remember when a woman was fertile. ‘Lets see, is it during her period, or right after or just before.’ He couldn’t remember. Finally Bobbi decided to just confront Wendell about his intentions.
“Are you really going to let all your friends fuck her?”
Wendell looked up at Bobbi from under his thick eyebrows. His hand stopped caressing Staci’s white breast, and simply rested there, covering her whiteness with his huge long fingered black hand. His face was a sea of contempt. “White boy, yo gots no idéa how to treat dis fine woman does yo? Yo neva take nuttin dat a woman say as gospel while she be cummin in her fancy. Nuttin! Yo starts takin it for gospel, and den she gets ‘fraid of sayin her fancy. Gets in her way a cummin hard and fine like dis fine woman does. Ah bets she ain’t neva come like dis for you, raght? She jus lie der and watches yo come, raght? You gots no idée how to make dis fine woman feel loved. Ah tell yo white boy, black men, we may not have yo edoocashun, and we may not have yo privileges, and we make not speak da fine talk, but we know how to love da women folk. You white boys think dat you own deese women. Nuffin fatha fum da truth! Deese white women, dey try black, dey find a sweet love day neva get from der white man. So dat be why when dees fine white women try black, dey neva go back to you white boys wit yo pencil dicks and yo bedda dan us attitudes. White boy, Ah be fallin in love wit dis fine white woman raght hea. I be going to take her away fom da likes a you if a can. She deserve betta dan you, white boy.”
Bobbi was so shocked that he could only splutter.
“An sompin else, it ain’t da size a ma black dick dat she be afta. It be da lovin, da kindness, da consideration dat Ah be givin her. My dick be twice da size your lil pencil dick yo been waving in my face mo dan long nuff. Take dat pathetic lil white cock ova der and sit in dat chair and watch how a black man make good lovin ta his lady love. Now get ova deah and sit and watch me fuck yo fine wife. She goin be in love wit me in a few hours, yo hea me? You may a loss your pussy, white boy, cause I goan do anyting Ah can to take her fom yo. Now get, oh Ah goin kick you pansy assed white bread ass. GIT!”
Bobbi scurried to the chair Wendell had indicated with his chin. He had no more than sat down than Staci began to stir again.
She moved her arms and hands to Wendell’s shaved head and muscular back, caressing him, touching him, then reached up and kissed him softly on his full mouth. Bobbi could see her tongue enter his mouth. Clearly she was feeling close and comfortable with this man. ‘Can I ever make her feel that way for me again?’ he wondered.
Their kissing went on for a long time, just tonguing each others mouths deeply, softly, and so fondly. Bobbi sat there, his penis thankfully wilted as he thought through what Wendell had said. After fighting off an anxiety attack for several minutes, he was able to stifled his fears and get past the fact that Wendell had flat out threatened that he was going to take Staci away from him. After about ten minutes of watching her kiss her new lover, he realized that she had never, ever kissed him like that. He started to pay better attention to what Wendell’s hands and body and mouth were doing to his wife, FOR his wife, he corrected himself. Somewhere in that time frame, he had an epiphany. Bobbi realized it wasn’t that she had never kissed him like that; HE had never kissed HER like that! He started berating himself as he sat there, watching his beloved wife get what she desperately needed from another man. How dumb could he be, for god’s sake?
“So Wendell, sweetheart, best lover in my life, did my husband stretch my pussy out for your use yet?”
“No Boo, he jus stood der and watch us together. He not concerned bout you, he just wanna watch you get hot and sexy baby. I toll him go sit down and watch me make da love to you. I toll him Ah goin take you away fom him. Toll him once you feel my fine lovin, you goin want me, not his lil pencil dick. Since he be so selfish he won’t even hep yo have fine an’ propa black sex. I think we leave him ova der, let him watch me take yo away fom him, what yo think , my purdy little missy?”
“Ok! …….. But Wendell, ……… I don’t want to have to worry about what he might do while we have sex in front of him, would you do me a huge favor honey?”
“Sho nuff will baby doll! What yo want me ta do?”
“Tie him in his chair so he can see us, but not touch himself or get up. Could you do that for me honey? You never know how a man will act when he actually sees his wife loving another man, right?”
“Sho nuff baby doll. I be right back. Yo keep her hot an steamin’ now Boo, I be raght back to yo fine sef.”
Wendell used several lamp’s electrical cords to tie Bobbi to the chair, and tie his hands behind his back. Wendell chuckled as Bobbi’s cock stiffened to a pulsing rod while he tied him up.
“Boo, yo husbin done got hard agin while Ah tie him up! Now don’t dat jus beat all!” He laughed as he stood and watched Bobbi looking back at Wendell’s huge black cock, waving invitingly in Bobbi’s face, only inches from his nose. Bobbi’s nose dilated as he inhaled the musky scent of the large man’s genitalia. Wendell deliberately ran his cock up and down Bobbi’s cheeks, pressing it against his lips for a bit, chuckling all the while.
Staci got off the bed and came over to watch. She was immediately fascinated by the possibilities presented in front of her. Her voluptuous body responded instantly to her imagined view of her husband suckling Wendell’s large thick penis. Her body began to secrete copious amounts of her own special love elixir.
“Bobbi Ray, open your mouth, let this nice kind man enjoy your mouth. You have been telling me since we got married that you wanted me to suck on you. Now you get to try it out for size.” She giggled at her own pun. Wendell laughed uproariously. “Do it NOW Bobbi Ray, or I will kick you out of this room for the rest of the night, leave you tied up on the porch where the dogs can lick your pathetic little white hard on and piss on your legs. Now open that damn stubborn mouth of yours!” She reached forward and squeezed his cheek to try to force him to do it for her.
“Watch dis lil Missy!” Wendell squeezed Bobbi’s nostrils closed.
After about forty seconds, Bobbi’s mouth flew open wide, gasping for breath. Wendell instantly entered Bobbi’s sucking-for-air mouth, letting his thick cock head lay just inside as Bobbi gasped for air. As an indignant Bobbi regained his breath, he had to decide what he was going to do about his new predicament.
He knew he was at their total mercy, his hands tied behind his back, his ankles tied to the chair legs. And the smoothness of the cock head on his tongue was not as offensive as he thought it would be. Tentatively he closed his lips on the thick heavy member.
“Now we be talking Miss Staci, yo white husband done foun his propa place among us. Ain’t his purdy lil mouth just the pufect adonement a ma black cock?” They both laughed as Bobbi’s mouth began to fill with spit as a result of the smooth silky penis head inserted into his oral cavity. He soon knew he was going to have to either swallow or drool all over himself. ‘Which hell are you going to choose?’ he thought. ‘Look like the village idiot and drool all over your own chest and crotch, or swallow and look like you’re sucking his black cock?”
Bobbi swallowed involuntarily. The smooth skin of the purple head slid a bit on his tongue. The silky softness of the skin of Wendell’s shaft caressed his lips. He realized that the slight taste was very masculine. So very different from a woman’s tartness and slightly ‘harbor’ smell. ‘Nice change of pace,’ Bobbi thought.
He swallowed involuntarily again. The black cock moved into his mouth a bit when he did, riding his tongue as it moved when he was swallowing. His mouth was now salivating large amounts of spit, and he found that in order not to drool around the edges of the huge cock, he had to keep swallowing. Other wise the spit in his mouth would begin to run out at the corners of his lips. He found himself swallowing more than he really needed to, but the smooth plumped skin in his mouth seemed to need more servicing than just swallowing provided it. ‘Besides,’ he rationalized, ‘I promised Stace I would do whatever she said.’ He knew when he decided to suck that he was giving into something he had never allowed to surface completely in his fantasies. But he also knew by feeling the torching ache in his cock, the ache which started clear up inside his asshole now, he was enjoying the penis being exactly where it was.
“Good boy honey!” Staci was beside herself with excitement. She had wanted to watch this ever since…….. Well ever since. “Oh God this is so hot Bobbi!! I get to watch my hunky husband sucking Wendell’s black thick penis, baby! …………My god Bobbi! You are naturally good at suckling cocks I think, look how hard Wendell is getting while you suck his cock baby. Maybe I will have you give me lessons later on. …………… Oh GOD! Keep going Bobbi, lets see if you can get Wendell to cum inside your mouth baby. God that would be so hot!” Bobbi was excited now that his sexy wife was paying attention to him, not to Wendell. ‘God, what else can I do to keep her attention?’ He renewed his suckling with a vengeance.
Bobbi, sucking hard and with a will now, could not believe that his own cock was again aching in its own hellacious throbbing needy way. He sheepishly admitted to himself he had begun to wish he could caress Wendell’s cock and balls with his hands as he suckled the smooth hard thickness with his mouth, but they were tightly tied behind him. He blushed at that self emasculating realization. ‘As long as I could keep it at his crotch and not have to kiss or touch him anywhere else’ he thought………….
Bobbi looked up at Staci’s face, alight with an enchanted glow as she watched his face with the huge black member sticking out of his mouth.
Staci put her hand on the big black penis and coaxed it into his mouth a bit further, stroking it as she did. “See Bobbi, see how nice a penis Wendell has. Nice and big and black and oh so full of cum baby. Wendell needs to have you pay for your cab fare too baby. He needs to cum inside your mouth sweetheart. That is the bargain we made with him, remember?”
Bobbi distinctly remembered it was not him that had made the bargain, but also was in the habit of living up to any bargain that he made. So he began to suckle a bit more delicately.
Wondering how he was doing, he looked up at Wendell’s dark face, which was now grinning his most wining grin, broad, delighted, enticed by Bobbi’s mouth. Wendell’s eyes were staring at Bobbi’s mouth as it suckled the potent masculine prick. Wendell’s hips began to move back and forth, in and out of Bobbi’s mouth as he suckled with gusto, his eyes switching back to the adoring eyes of his gorgeous wife.
“Play with Wendell’s balls with your tongue baby. Let Wendell know how much you appreciate him letting you suck him off as your part of the cab fare honey. …….Good boy, Bobbi, you are doing really well. …………Yeah baby, suck that black cock like you love it, cause you know you do baby.” Staci’s hands were on both sides of her face, clasped to her cheeks, framing a shit eating grin of delight as her excitement grew and grew. “Oh god, Wendell, he is going to suck you off baby! God this is so fucking hot to watch in real life, my own husband not only sucking a cock, but sucking a cock that I am going to fuck in just a little while. And a black thick long cock too! God! This is the hottest thing I have ever seen! ………. Yeah baby, suck that big black cock baby, yes, suck it nice and solid baby. Suck with your cheeks as it goes out, then press your tongue against it as it goes back in. ……..Much better baby. Play with his balls with your tongue, kiss and lick them like you are tickling them baby. …….. Yeah, like that Bobbi! Just like that! …….. Now suck one into your mouth really gently baby. Remember how tender your own balls are………. Oh fuck this is so fucking hot, so fucking hot! Oh god I need to cum. Bobbi, you are going to be doing a lot of this cock sucking baby! You love it, I love it, Wendell is loving it……………………”
Just then Wendell exploded into Bobbi’s voraciously sucking lips. He pushed his hips forward causing his thick cock to deposit its fragrant cargo deep in Bobbi’s mouth. Wendell’s’ grunts of orgasm overcame Bobbi’s reticence and Bobbi’s cock also spurted its few drops of watery cum as Wendell filled his mouth again and again with potent sperm. The black man’s copious cum began to dribble and drip from the astonished lips that could not contain the flood. It dripped all over Bobbi’s crotch, covering Bobbi’s cock head with its white sticky potency.
Staci’s eyes were glued to her husband’s enraptured face until she saw Bobbi’s cock pulsing and jerking as Wendell shot his sperm into Bobbi’s mouth. She saw Bobbi’s own watery cum emerging through and mingling with the cum of the black man, the separate parts being indistinguishable. She watched it began to run down Bobbi’s relatively small cock head, and on down his cock shaft as it pulsed and jerked in its own special agony. Her pussy exploded in a gushing shower of feminine cum all over Bobbi’s and Wendell’s feet, legs, and Bobbi’s already cum covered crotch.
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Monday, January 23, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Ten
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Staci moved back to the bed, taking Wendell’s large shaved head in her arms, hugging his head to her bare-naked bosom. She caressed his head and crooned to him, telling him all would be OK, not to worry. Wendell moved his hands to the back of her legs just below her perfect buttocks as he sobbed. Bobbi was absolutely baffled by the cause of the black man’s tears, what seemed so out of character for a strong virile tall, well built man like him. ‘Maybe Stace told him they were going to break up.” He thought. “NO! Shit, he didn’t even know her name, for god’s sake!” He could fathom no other possible rational explanation.
After a bit, Wendell looked up at her, his eyes still full of tears, his cheeks wet from his sorrow. He kissed her breast. Then the other one, then continued on kissing her nipples as they sprang forward to reward his attention to them. ‘My god Staci’s nipples are the most perfect nipples I have ever seen!’ Bobbi thought.
“Bobbi, hold your wife’s breasts for this man to nurse on, baby.” Hesitantly, Bobbi stepped forward and encircled his wife’s chest, reaching under her bare breasts and cradled them for Wendell to enjoy. Being this close, looking down at what was happening, Bobbi thought this is almost like being his wife and watching a lover suckle her own breasts.
The black man’s mouth opened and one erect nipple disappeared into his soft dark lips. Staci’s head went back along side her husband’s, pressing on his shoulder. Her mouth opened, her eyes closed, and her moan in his ear was one of desperate need. “Oh god baby, yes! Suck that nipple like that. Oh god, baby don’t ever stop doing that to me Wendell sweetheart! God that is so sexy! Your mouth is so perfect! Keep sucking it baby! Yeah, keep sucking me, . . . . . . . . . just like that baby!” Her hips were beginning to thrust back and forth as the black man’s mouth and fingers continued to pleasure her. Bobby could feel the tissue of her breast wiggling from the motions of the black man’s large mouth on his wife’s perfect teat. He saw Wendell’s dark hand move under his wife’s flat belly to her opened, inviting sex. He began to caress her there as his mouth continued to administer the kind of attention to her breasts she seemed to crave. Wendell moved one finger under her to allow her to ride it as she was fucking her hips forward and backward. She spread her legs, allowing his hand to penetrate the little gap between her thighs as her hips desperately fucked his thick strong finger.
“Oh god Bobbi, Wendell’s mouth is so perfect. God can he suck a woman’s nipple. I’m getting close baby. So close. God, his lips and tongue are driving me crazy baby! Why have I waited so long to do this? Oh GOD! Bobbi, lets do this lots an lots baby! Ooooooooooooooooooooh god Bobbi, can you see his mouth sucking your wife’s tits baby? Can you see what he is doing to your little wife, driving her nuts, making her need him more and more? God, baby, oh god yeeeeeeeeeeees Wendell, yeeeeees babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, yes oh god yes yes don’t stop Wendelllllllll sweetheart love of my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife! Make me cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……” Bobbi held her as she passed out in his arms.
Holding his naked wife’s body as Wendell looked at him was the most uncomfortable Bobbi had been in a long time. God, was he going to have to talk with this man who was sexually using his beloved wife? They just stared at each other. Eventually Bobbi flinched, lowering his eyes.
“Man, yo got one sexy wife! Man, she be without question the finest woman I eva saw! Her titties be so fum. Why you be so hard wit her? She luv you like no woman I eva see love a man befo!”
That last statement jerked Bobbi’s eyes back to Wendell’s. “What are you saying, she loves me. This is how she loves me? Allowing other men to FUCK HER!” He literally screamed the last two words in his frustration.
Wendell looked at him for a few seconds. Then stood and took Staci’s body from him, gently picking her up, then laid her on the bed. He lay down beside her, his rigid cock lying on her thigh as she lay there looking every bit the virginal angel.
His black hand caressed her face lovingly. Bobbi heard him murmur, “Man, you don’t deserve no woman like dis, fine and loving as dis woman.” He kissed her so very gently on her slightly parted lips. His hand glided down her firm abdomen, his black fingers slowly tracing each definition of her musculature as his huge long fingered hand slowly slid over her perfect body. “Yo got no idea what dis woman want, what she need, yet she love ya like yo desuve her. You betta wake up, mista white man, fo dis woman find a man she think treat hurh right. Dis woman can have any man she want. Not no man goan turn dis woman down.” Wendell looked at Staci’s peaceful face and his body began to spasm.
Another sob escaped from Wendell, then he leaned in and kissed Staci again with a gentleness that even Bobbi could feel as he stood there looking down at this large black man hovering over his white wife’s naked unconscious body, totally entranced. ‘God, does he love her? Is this really Staci’s lover? He acknowledged that she is my wife, and he said she loves me, but……….’
Wendell’s voice was low and soothing as he talked to Bobbi’s unconscious wife. “Baby, if you’s mine, I be so good to you baby. I take you out and treat you to da finest thangs. I show you off to ma friends, show dem how Ah love yo. Oh baby, yo be so fine baby! Yo titties be sooooo fine baby…” Wendell’s hand followed the perfect symmetry of Staci’s breasts in utter reverence. His fingertips lingered on her nipples, tracing their cone, watching his own hand, dark and lined, caress her softness, her perfect shape, her smooth and creamy skin. “Baby, I want you for ma sef. Come on wit me baby. Leave dis man dat not unnerstan yo a’ tall baby. I be good to yo, Ah promise yo dat. Give yo what yo need, what yo want, watch yo purdy smile in da moanin as yo wake and Ah kiss yo ‘Good Moanin.’”
Bobbi could not believe his ears. Not understand her? What the fucking hell is this idiot talking about?
Staci stirred, her eyes opening, her smile at seeing Wendell‘s face floating above hers, full of life and love and desire, was softly radiant. “Hey baby!” she said, her voice was husky, full of dreamy satisfaction. Her face was serene, and her eyes were the eyes of a woman who had just had a wonderfully fulfilling orgasm, soft, unlined, gently focused on her lover. Wendell smiled back, lowering his head to kiss her softly, his dark hand still on her white breast. His fingers worked her nipple ever so gently as she lay there, her lips kissing him for moment after moment as her husband watched the two lovers renew their affection for each other.
Finally Staci’s eyes flickered up to Bobbi’s. She watched him languidly as she continued to kiss the black man, feeling the sensuous caresses of his huge hands on her naked body as she lay there on their marital bed. She took her lover’s large hand and moved it to her mound, leaving her hand over his, encouraging him where she wanted his caresses to continue, causing his hand to move slightly lower. Her languid blue eyes remained on Bobbi’s face. Bobbi’s eyes switched to the movements on her lower abdomen.
“Bobbi, open your wife’s little lips so my new lover can touch me inside where I want to feel him, ………………. ALL of him, baby.”
Bobbi started to protest, but saw her eyes harden as if she were going to tell him to bug off. He moved between her legs, kneeling on the floor, then realized that he was too far away from her and moved up on the bed. She spread her legs wider to allow him to kneel there. Bobbi looked at his wife’s sex and again saw how widely opened she was, and how wet her love canal was. One black finger was slowly circling her most delicate bud. He watched for a minute as the dark finger made its orbits of heavenly delight. The little bud extended slowly into the light of the room, as though it were a wary doe, venturing onto a sunlit meadow, alert to any danger.
“Open me Bobbi, for Wendell to use as he wishes.”
“Stace, your cunt is wide open already baby!” Oh shit, he thought, fucked that up.
“Bobbi, stop second guessing me. Just open me wider. STRETCH me wider so Wendell can enter me without hurting me. His cock is lots thicker than yours, and my body is not yet used to his size. I want his sex with me to be perfect for him and for me, so open me, spread me, wide enough to allow him to enter me easily Bobbi. DO it NOW, Bobbi Ray!”
“How baby? How do I stretch you wider without hurting you?” Bobbi could not stop his stupid mouth from running over. “Are you really going to let him fuck you Stace?”
The whimpering tone of Bobbi’s question caused Wendell to laugh out loud. “Yeah man, I be goin fuck yo lil white purdy wife. I goin unload my cum so deep up her fine pussy it never goin run out, it goin to rest in her lil baby maker and nine monts fom now, you goin be a papa a a black baby!”
The terrified look on Bobbi’s face made Staci laugh as well, a huge belly laugh that echoed about the room. “What’s the matter Bobbi? Don’t want an adorable little black baby to raise? You would be a good daddy honey! Just think, a nice little curly haired black baby at my nipple, its tiny chocolate hand on my breast as its wonderfully soft lips suckled my milk, made especially for it, just for its tiny soft mouth. As fertile as Wendell is, could be twins baby, one for each breast!” Staci’s eyes went back to Wendell’s face. “Wendell sweetie, I do want you to spill your potent sperm deep inside my womb baby! I don’t want you to pull out baby, I want to feel you start to swell, then feel you slam all the way into me and deposit your baby making sperm as deep into me as you can, OK? Promise me that you won’t pull out honey. Promise me?”
Wendell promised her, then kissed her so softly that it felt like the kiss of a butterfly on her lips. “Sweet Miss Staci, Ah’ll do zactly as yo wish honey chile.”
Staci’s hips began to pump slightly up and down on Wendell’s middle finger caressing her. “Open me Bobbi, make me ready for Wendell’s use honey. Put your fingers in me and spread me open. Make my cunt BIG for Wendell to fill up with his big black cock baby! Make me nice and big for his breeding use. I want to feel his cock inside me stretching me deep and wide, feeling his balls getting hard as he gets ready to spurt inside my body. Oh god Wendell, fill me with lots and lots of cum baby! Lots of cum up inside ‘his’ wife’s cunt. You want that, don’t you Bobbi, to watch another man, especially a black man fuck your wife’s cunt full of black man’s cum, don’t you baby! Remember how much cum he shot in the cab baby? Think about all that cum way up inside your wife’s body, making her pregnant with a gorgeous little black baby! Oh god, I need you Wendell. I need you ……. and oh god! ……. all your friends too honey. Want to share me with all your friends, baby? Bring all your friends over here to fuck your little whore married slut white lover? Tell me how to suck and fuck and make me take all their cums in all my holes baby? Want to make me your little FUCK hole whore Wendell? Huh baby? Want that baby?” Staci’s face was a contorted mask of lust. Her luscious body was rampantly humping Wendell’s finger with vicious long hard strokes, her muscular legs flexing, causing her whole abdomen, hips, and chest to rise and fall from the bed, her pink orifice pulsing and spasming as it sought the release it craved worse than any thing she had ever felt before. She ground her clit against his finger as he suddenly held it firm for her to fuck against.
Staci’s sudden piercing scream caused Bobbi to jump in startled fright. Her whole body was spasming, humping, bumping, grinding. Her mouth was wide open in a terrifying grimace of pain/pleasure more all-encompassing than any of the many faces Bobbi had seen in the all horror movies he enjoyed so much. Again her body collapsed into the ultra quiet of post orgasmic bliss. Her face serene, her clittie still waving its tiny head in the air, as she breathed without conscious effort, Wendell’s gentle loving hands caressing her, his lips kissing hers in a tenderness that made Bobbi feel tears of compassion rising in his startled eyes.
Staci moved back to the bed, taking Wendell’s large shaved head in her arms, hugging his head to her bare-naked bosom. She caressed his head and crooned to him, telling him all would be OK, not to worry. Wendell moved his hands to the back of her legs just below her perfect buttocks as he sobbed. Bobbi was absolutely baffled by the cause of the black man’s tears, what seemed so out of character for a strong virile tall, well built man like him. ‘Maybe Stace told him they were going to break up.” He thought. “NO! Shit, he didn’t even know her name, for god’s sake!” He could fathom no other possible rational explanation.
After a bit, Wendell looked up at her, his eyes still full of tears, his cheeks wet from his sorrow. He kissed her breast. Then the other one, then continued on kissing her nipples as they sprang forward to reward his attention to them. ‘My god Staci’s nipples are the most perfect nipples I have ever seen!’ Bobbi thought.
“Bobbi, hold your wife’s breasts for this man to nurse on, baby.” Hesitantly, Bobbi stepped forward and encircled his wife’s chest, reaching under her bare breasts and cradled them for Wendell to enjoy. Being this close, looking down at what was happening, Bobbi thought this is almost like being his wife and watching a lover suckle her own breasts.
The black man’s mouth opened and one erect nipple disappeared into his soft dark lips. Staci’s head went back along side her husband’s, pressing on his shoulder. Her mouth opened, her eyes closed, and her moan in his ear was one of desperate need. “Oh god baby, yes! Suck that nipple like that. Oh god, baby don’t ever stop doing that to me Wendell sweetheart! God that is so sexy! Your mouth is so perfect! Keep sucking it baby! Yeah, keep sucking me, . . . . . . . . . just like that baby!” Her hips were beginning to thrust back and forth as the black man’s mouth and fingers continued to pleasure her. Bobby could feel the tissue of her breast wiggling from the motions of the black man’s large mouth on his wife’s perfect teat. He saw Wendell’s dark hand move under his wife’s flat belly to her opened, inviting sex. He began to caress her there as his mouth continued to administer the kind of attention to her breasts she seemed to crave. Wendell moved one finger under her to allow her to ride it as she was fucking her hips forward and backward. She spread her legs, allowing his hand to penetrate the little gap between her thighs as her hips desperately fucked his thick strong finger.
“Oh god Bobbi, Wendell’s mouth is so perfect. God can he suck a woman’s nipple. I’m getting close baby. So close. God, his lips and tongue are driving me crazy baby! Why have I waited so long to do this? Oh GOD! Bobbi, lets do this lots an lots baby! Ooooooooooooooooooooh god Bobbi, can you see his mouth sucking your wife’s tits baby? Can you see what he is doing to your little wife, driving her nuts, making her need him more and more? God, baby, oh god yeeeeeeeeeeees Wendell, yeeeeees babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, yes oh god yes yes don’t stop Wendelllllllll sweetheart love of my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife! Make me cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……” Bobbi held her as she passed out in his arms.
Holding his naked wife’s body as Wendell looked at him was the most uncomfortable Bobbi had been in a long time. God, was he going to have to talk with this man who was sexually using his beloved wife? They just stared at each other. Eventually Bobbi flinched, lowering his eyes.
“Man, yo got one sexy wife! Man, she be without question the finest woman I eva saw! Her titties be so fum. Why you be so hard wit her? She luv you like no woman I eva see love a man befo!”
That last statement jerked Bobbi’s eyes back to Wendell’s. “What are you saying, she loves me. This is how she loves me? Allowing other men to FUCK HER!” He literally screamed the last two words in his frustration.
Wendell looked at him for a few seconds. Then stood and took Staci’s body from him, gently picking her up, then laid her on the bed. He lay down beside her, his rigid cock lying on her thigh as she lay there looking every bit the virginal angel.
His black hand caressed her face lovingly. Bobbi heard him murmur, “Man, you don’t deserve no woman like dis, fine and loving as dis woman.” He kissed her so very gently on her slightly parted lips. His hand glided down her firm abdomen, his black fingers slowly tracing each definition of her musculature as his huge long fingered hand slowly slid over her perfect body. “Yo got no idea what dis woman want, what she need, yet she love ya like yo desuve her. You betta wake up, mista white man, fo dis woman find a man she think treat hurh right. Dis woman can have any man she want. Not no man goan turn dis woman down.” Wendell looked at Staci’s peaceful face and his body began to spasm.
Another sob escaped from Wendell, then he leaned in and kissed Staci again with a gentleness that even Bobbi could feel as he stood there looking down at this large black man hovering over his white wife’s naked unconscious body, totally entranced. ‘God, does he love her? Is this really Staci’s lover? He acknowledged that she is my wife, and he said she loves me, but……….’
Wendell’s voice was low and soothing as he talked to Bobbi’s unconscious wife. “Baby, if you’s mine, I be so good to you baby. I take you out and treat you to da finest thangs. I show you off to ma friends, show dem how Ah love yo. Oh baby, yo be so fine baby! Yo titties be sooooo fine baby…” Wendell’s hand followed the perfect symmetry of Staci’s breasts in utter reverence. His fingertips lingered on her nipples, tracing their cone, watching his own hand, dark and lined, caress her softness, her perfect shape, her smooth and creamy skin. “Baby, I want you for ma sef. Come on wit me baby. Leave dis man dat not unnerstan yo a’ tall baby. I be good to yo, Ah promise yo dat. Give yo what yo need, what yo want, watch yo purdy smile in da moanin as yo wake and Ah kiss yo ‘Good Moanin.’”
Bobbi could not believe his ears. Not understand her? What the fucking hell is this idiot talking about?
Staci stirred, her eyes opening, her smile at seeing Wendell‘s face floating above hers, full of life and love and desire, was softly radiant. “Hey baby!” she said, her voice was husky, full of dreamy satisfaction. Her face was serene, and her eyes were the eyes of a woman who had just had a wonderfully fulfilling orgasm, soft, unlined, gently focused on her lover. Wendell smiled back, lowering his head to kiss her softly, his dark hand still on her white breast. His fingers worked her nipple ever so gently as she lay there, her lips kissing him for moment after moment as her husband watched the two lovers renew their affection for each other.
Finally Staci’s eyes flickered up to Bobbi’s. She watched him languidly as she continued to kiss the black man, feeling the sensuous caresses of his huge hands on her naked body as she lay there on their marital bed. She took her lover’s large hand and moved it to her mound, leaving her hand over his, encouraging him where she wanted his caresses to continue, causing his hand to move slightly lower. Her languid blue eyes remained on Bobbi’s face. Bobbi’s eyes switched to the movements on her lower abdomen.
“Bobbi, open your wife’s little lips so my new lover can touch me inside where I want to feel him, ………………. ALL of him, baby.”
Bobbi started to protest, but saw her eyes harden as if she were going to tell him to bug off. He moved between her legs, kneeling on the floor, then realized that he was too far away from her and moved up on the bed. She spread her legs wider to allow him to kneel there. Bobbi looked at his wife’s sex and again saw how widely opened she was, and how wet her love canal was. One black finger was slowly circling her most delicate bud. He watched for a minute as the dark finger made its orbits of heavenly delight. The little bud extended slowly into the light of the room, as though it were a wary doe, venturing onto a sunlit meadow, alert to any danger.
“Open me Bobbi, for Wendell to use as he wishes.”
“Stace, your cunt is wide open already baby!” Oh shit, he thought, fucked that up.
“Bobbi, stop second guessing me. Just open me wider. STRETCH me wider so Wendell can enter me without hurting me. His cock is lots thicker than yours, and my body is not yet used to his size. I want his sex with me to be perfect for him and for me, so open me, spread me, wide enough to allow him to enter me easily Bobbi. DO it NOW, Bobbi Ray!”
“How baby? How do I stretch you wider without hurting you?” Bobbi could not stop his stupid mouth from running over. “Are you really going to let him fuck you Stace?”
The whimpering tone of Bobbi’s question caused Wendell to laugh out loud. “Yeah man, I be goin fuck yo lil white purdy wife. I goin unload my cum so deep up her fine pussy it never goin run out, it goin to rest in her lil baby maker and nine monts fom now, you goin be a papa a a black baby!”
The terrified look on Bobbi’s face made Staci laugh as well, a huge belly laugh that echoed about the room. “What’s the matter Bobbi? Don’t want an adorable little black baby to raise? You would be a good daddy honey! Just think, a nice little curly haired black baby at my nipple, its tiny chocolate hand on my breast as its wonderfully soft lips suckled my milk, made especially for it, just for its tiny soft mouth. As fertile as Wendell is, could be twins baby, one for each breast!” Staci’s eyes went back to Wendell’s face. “Wendell sweetie, I do want you to spill your potent sperm deep inside my womb baby! I don’t want you to pull out baby, I want to feel you start to swell, then feel you slam all the way into me and deposit your baby making sperm as deep into me as you can, OK? Promise me that you won’t pull out honey. Promise me?”
Wendell promised her, then kissed her so softly that it felt like the kiss of a butterfly on her lips. “Sweet Miss Staci, Ah’ll do zactly as yo wish honey chile.”
Staci’s hips began to pump slightly up and down on Wendell’s middle finger caressing her. “Open me Bobbi, make me ready for Wendell’s use honey. Put your fingers in me and spread me open. Make my cunt BIG for Wendell to fill up with his big black cock baby! Make me nice and big for his breeding use. I want to feel his cock inside me stretching me deep and wide, feeling his balls getting hard as he gets ready to spurt inside my body. Oh god Wendell, fill me with lots and lots of cum baby! Lots of cum up inside ‘his’ wife’s cunt. You want that, don’t you Bobbi, to watch another man, especially a black man fuck your wife’s cunt full of black man’s cum, don’t you baby! Remember how much cum he shot in the cab baby? Think about all that cum way up inside your wife’s body, making her pregnant with a gorgeous little black baby! Oh god, I need you Wendell. I need you ……. and oh god! ……. all your friends too honey. Want to share me with all your friends, baby? Bring all your friends over here to fuck your little whore married slut white lover? Tell me how to suck and fuck and make me take all their cums in all my holes baby? Want to make me your little FUCK hole whore Wendell? Huh baby? Want that baby?” Staci’s face was a contorted mask of lust. Her luscious body was rampantly humping Wendell’s finger with vicious long hard strokes, her muscular legs flexing, causing her whole abdomen, hips, and chest to rise and fall from the bed, her pink orifice pulsing and spasming as it sought the release it craved worse than any thing she had ever felt before. She ground her clit against his finger as he suddenly held it firm for her to fuck against.
Staci’s sudden piercing scream caused Bobbi to jump in startled fright. Her whole body was spasming, humping, bumping, grinding. Her mouth was wide open in a terrifying grimace of pain/pleasure more all-encompassing than any of the many faces Bobbi had seen in the all horror movies he enjoyed so much. Again her body collapsed into the ultra quiet of post orgasmic bliss. Her face serene, her clittie still waving its tiny head in the air, as she breathed without conscious effort, Wendell’s gentle loving hands caressing her, his lips kissing hers in a tenderness that made Bobbi feel tears of compassion rising in his startled eyes.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Nine
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“The internet is a weird place, Bobbi. All sorts of people there. Not many being real honest frankly. ………. But like I said, I met this woman. She really turned my brain on. I mean, like, ……… she reached in and found my on-off switch, and flipped it to on. It was like waking up from a long sleep on a long dark night, and suddenly the sun was shining brightly.”
“Turn here Mr. Cab Driver.” She pointed into their drive way. The cab driver followed her direction. He looked at her as he put the cab in park. Staci reached down and turned the car off, then pulled the keys out of the ignition. She looked at the driver and patted his cock, still exposed lying on his trousers. “Come on in sir, and I will pay your cab fare in our bed!” It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the large cab driver to open the door and literally spring out. He nearly tripped as his pants began to fall. Grabbing instinctively, he caught them, zipped and buttoned them, then sprinted around to open Staci’s door for her. She climbed out, smiled up into the black man’s face, took his hand and lead him up the walk, not even bothering to collect her clothes.
Bobbi hurriedly gathered up her clothes, then followed them. He watched as a black hand cupped his wife’s buttock as they walked, the side of her naked breast rubbing the driver’s forearm. Her white skin, glowing in the moonlight, was striking, but when the big man placed his dark skinned hand over her gleaming buttocks, the contrast was almost poetic. Bobbi’s cock, still hard from watching her unrivaled lewdness in the cab, and her stroking the black man’s penis almost like he was her lover of long standing, pushed the fabric of his underwear tight against his trousers. Every step caused the fabric to caress his erection to a harder painful throbbing. He reassured himself that the aching throb was because he had cum so many times in such a short time. He knew it had started when she had massaged his prostate. But then that had been only the second or third time he came in a few hours. Since then he had come so many times he had totally lost track of the count. For god’s sake, she turned him on more now that she ever had during their whole marriage. And he knew for sure now that she was deliberately doing these things to turn him on. Get his sexual reaction. Almost like she was giving him memories to ponder, cherish, and masturbate to.
His mind turned toward what was happening ahead of him, had been happening for over a day now he admitted to himself. She had almost begged him to invite LeRoy and Wade to his Super Bowl party for god’s sake. But having them there would ruin his party. He would be thinking all during the game if she was having sex with them in the kitchen, or bedroom, or garage, or wherever she decided to pull her shenanigans. Why was his gorgeous highly conservative wife, at least up until the last few days, suddenly so sexual, so hussy, so whore, so fucking sexy? God, why was she doing all this. He sensed it had less to do with her than with him, for some reason. But he could detect no logic what so ever in her sudden change to this……sex slut goddess.
‘Oh god,’ he thought, ‘look at her gorgeous nakedness pressed up against his body right here on our front porch, in full sight of our neighbors, kissing this black stranger like she is going to fuck him as soon as I open the god damn door. Shit, sounds like she IS going to fuck him. In my bed too, damn it. God did he shoot a lot of cum in the cab! So much more cum than I have. I bet she likes lots of cum! Whoever she fucked before, (god was that just yesterday?) sure had lots of cum.’ Suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. She was not using protection at all if she had all that cum in her. ‘God, I wonder if she is fertile this week!’ Quite a while ago she had stopped taking her birth control she had told him. She never said why though, he realized.
He fumbled for his house key as she stood there, on her tip toes, naked in the moonlight, his black hands caressing her breast and bottom as they exchanged tongues. He could hear her soft moans. The condensation of their breaths in the cold evening air was like an ethereal fog surrounding their heads.
He inserted his key into the door lock. She backed up against his body, her nakedness pressing against him. He felt her hand come around his hips, and feel for his hard on. Finding it, she chuckled softly, then returned to her soulful kiss. He flushed in deep embarrassment in the darkness as he opened the door and fumbled for the light switch.
The porch light came on, spot lighting his naked wife kissing the cab driver. He realized her leg was raised, draped over his hip, as the cabby’s fingers plundered her in the suddenly brilliant spotlight. Their carnal pose was so very obvious and clear to anyone watching. Without either of them flinching, they held that obviously lewd pose for several minutes as the curtains of the neighbors rustled and moved. Staci’s hips were moving, fucking the black man’s fingers in and out of her wetness. Finally Bobbi recovered his senses and turned off the porch light. She chuckled softly, looking into his eyes directly, as she disengaged from their cab driver.
“Come on in Wendell!” She took his hand and pulled him into their foyer. Again she stood on her tip toes, returning to her deep and searching kiss with him. Her gentle graceful fingers turned their foyer light on, then she stood in the way of the door so that he could not close it. Again the curtains of the neighbors began to move. She reached down, unbuckled the black man’s pants, unzipped him, then let his trousers fall to the floor. They were both turned sideways to the door, so the neighbors could see her actions, and the resulting magnificent black meat that was thereby exposed. Bobbi was absolutely sure that the nosey Mrs. McCreedy had just fainted dead away.
‘Hey! Wait! How does she know his name?’ he thought. ‘He never said his name in the cab.’ Bobbi was sure of that.
“Bobbi, bring Wendell a scotch rocks and me a zin’, baby, thanks!” She even knows what he drinks?
‘Holy shit! This is her lover! My god! …………… But then how did he just happen to be there with his taxi cab driving by when we walked out of the bar?’ No, it didn’t make sense. He puzzled it over as he poured their drinks.
“God can this man kiss Bobbi! So soft and tender! Godddddd! Best kisser in a loooong time honey!”
‘Best kisser? How many had she had? Or was she just saying much better than him?’ He thought about his own kissing technique as he handed them their drinks. Maybe he should kiss softer after this. How do you kiss softer anyway? With one extended finger he flipped the light to the foyer off. They both took their drinks, then after a quick finishing kiss, turned and went into the living room. Bobbi had never noticed how Staci’s breasts swayed seductively as she walked before. He closed the front door while exhaling an explosive, cheek inflating sigh.
Staci sat in the middle of the couch, drawing her left ankle up under her right thigh, exposing her naked kitty. She had sat like that every day for years, and he had never even thought about it, until now. Her back was straight, causing her perfect femininity to sit proudly upon her alabaster chest. She was sitting there naked, without self consciousness, and it made her body seem so accessible to Wendell’s large eager hands. Those breasts protruded so perfectly he thought. So perfectly symmetrical! Her nipples are so perfect, like twin cones of rose colored sugar he thought. His penis ached in its own little hell, a relentless throbbing ache.
He fantasized about how those black hands would look as they caressed her whiteness. How those black fingers would look tweaking her nipples. How that thick soft lipped black mouth suckling on them would look. He wondered if the soft-kissing lips she seemed so enamored with could cause his wife to cum just from suckling her nipples. ‘Stop torturing yourself Bobbi!’
“Come her honey, sit beside me baby!” She was looking at Wendell, not him. He decided he needed a drink too.
When he turned back around from the bar cabinet, they were kissing again. Wendell’s hand was on her ripe breast, caressing her in fond gentle caresses. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘the contrast between their skin colors……..so erotic to watch!’ Wendell’s cock was erect, standing tall and proud there under Staci’s elbow. ‘So this is her lover’s cock,’ he thought. ‘Well, at least I know now!’ He actually felt relieved to know for sure. After all, she was not hiding it from him. How could he call it cheating if he was watching her doing all this ……… right? He knew in the back of his conscious brain that he was rationalizing.
He realized she was watching him intently again.
“Hey, purdy lil Missy, how’s you know ma name?” Wendell’s eyes were on her breasts, not her face.
‘Shit, what is THAT all about,’ Bobbi thought. ‘Is he implying he isn’t her lover?’
His beloved wife’s sex laden voice yanked him back to reality. Her soft hand was again stroking the black pole that sprouted from Wendell’s crotch. Bobbi could not take his eyes off the sensuous movement of her hand. “This woman I met on line, honey, taught me so MUCH! She told me that one of the things she learned by dying was that God not only created human’s, but also designed our sexuality just the way he wanted it. She told me about how geese and swans cannot get turned on by any other goose or swan than their mate. They mate for life. If their mate dies, they are never turned on again their whole life. She said if God had wanted to, God could have made humans that way too. But God didn’t, God made us be able to respond sexually to many other humans. God made it possible for some of us to be gay, of bi-sexual, or straight. She taught me that GOD did that! Deliberately!”
“What are you saying Staci?”
“Yo’ name be Staci lil missy?” Wendell asked.
“Yes honey, Staci, sorry, I am Staci and that is Bobbi my husband. Bobbi come over here and sit beside me baby.” She patted the couch behind her.
Bobbi could not help but notice that her arched breasts wriggled so sexily as she patted the couch behind her. Disappointed and confused, he also realized that Wendell and Staci had for sure not met before tonight. ‘Shit, still not a clue! ………. Should I go over there,’ he wondered? He stood where he was and looked at his naked wife sitting next to a large black man who was wearing only his shirt, her little white hand stroking his black rigid cock, as she talked to her husband about an internet friend. Had sanity departed the scene?
“Bobbi Ray, either come over here and sit behind me, or I am taking Wendell into that bedroom and closing the door and you can wonder forever about what happens in there. Stop fucking around and come over here. This man has a life to live and money to make, now stop delaying and do what I say!”
Bobbi walked over to the couch and sat behind her.
“Now give me your hand honey.” He complied. “Close your eyes baby. Good, now feel my tits while Wendell watches you. . . . . . . . . Good, now the other one. ……….. mmm feels good baby. Ok Wendell, you feel my breasts while my husband is doing it too. Mmmmm, been wanting to have two men play with my body like this. …………. God that feels good guys!” She leaned back against Bobbi’s chest.” Now both of you play with me down there too. ………. Yeah, that’s it baby! …….. Lower Bobbi. Bobbi, can you feel his fingers as they are entering me honey? Here, let me stand up a bit. . . . . . Now Bobbi, move over where I was sitting while I stand here in front of you two so you can both plunder my little fuck twat. Oh god that feels good!” She had said “fuck twat” with a vehemence he had never heard her use before. She let them torture her delicate opening delightfully for awhile, their fingers dueling for entry. “Good, now each of you give me one hand and let me guide them around my body. Keep your eyes closed Bobbi baby.”
She moved Wendell’s hand to her breast and Bobbi’s hand to her smooth hairless pubic mound. Then grinning broadly she took one of his fingers and ran it up her thin slit. “Feel that baby?” He nodded. She motioned to Wendell to stand up and move next to her. She moved Bobbi’s hand to her hip, moving it in a caress there. Then she moved aside and pulled Wendell to where she had been standing. Stifling a laugh, she moved Bobbi’s hand to Wendell’s cock. Bobbi’s hand touched it, felt it, not quite comprehending what he was touching. Suddenly it dawned on him that it was Wendell’s rigid cock he was caressing. He indignantly jerked his hand away.
“Damn it Staci, what the hell are you doing?”
“Bobbi, don’t you dare remove your hand from where I put it. Give me your hand back, and open your eyes, I want you to touch Wendell’s cock. It turns me on to watch you touch another man’s cock. In fact, I want you to kneel before him and touch it with both hands while I watch.”
“No WAY, Stace! NO fucking Way!” His pride was really hurting now. How dare she think he liked to touch other men!
Staci shrugged as she took Wendell by his long thick rigid pole and lead him toward their bedroom. “Come on Wendell, my husband is such a prissy, lets go fuck in the bedroom till you can’t get hard any more.” She looked back over her shoulder at Bobbi as she walked through the door leading Wendell by his hard black prick. Wendell shuffled into their bedroom behind her, watching her small white hand on his black prick all the way. Bobbi, drawn like a rat behind the Pied Piper, followed. She turned and closed the door. He heard it lock.
Bobbi stood there in the hall for several minutes, visualizing what was probably happening behind that closed door, in his mind seeing that huge black cock entering his wife’s little white body, splitting her wide open, much wider than his ever could. God, she had decided to go black, and he was standing out in the hall with his dick so hard it felt like it would burst. He heard moans and whimpers behind the door. His mind could see his gorgeous wife’s face as the black man’s prodigious meat entered her tiny vagina, and pounded her mercilessly into orgasm after orgasm. He had to admit, Wendell’s huge cock was kind of erotic to touch. ‘Oh SHIT!’ He thought, ‘why the fuck not?’
“Stace, can I come in there honey?” He knocked lightly. “Stace, you OK in there baby? ………. Stace? I am sorry baby. I will do what you want me to, OK? ……………………… OK baby? ………. OK? Can I come in if I agree to touch his cock? …………… Stace?” After another brief pause, just as he had about decided that he had screwed this all up royally, he heard the door unlock. The door opened and her head appeared around the edge of the door.
“You promise to do whatever I ask you to without giving me a hard time about it, Bobbi Ray?”
“Yeah baby.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“No Bobbi Ray, you get down on your knees and promise me with your right hand up in the air like your swearing in. Do it Bobbi!”
Bobbi got down on his knees and swore to god to do whatever his beloved wife wanted him to do.
“Now take you clothes off.”
Embarrassed, Bobby took his clothes off, then stepped into his own bedroom. Wendell was sitting on the bed crying in huge silent racking sobs.
“The internet is a weird place, Bobbi. All sorts of people there. Not many being real honest frankly. ………. But like I said, I met this woman. She really turned my brain on. I mean, like, ……… she reached in and found my on-off switch, and flipped it to on. It was like waking up from a long sleep on a long dark night, and suddenly the sun was shining brightly.”
“Turn here Mr. Cab Driver.” She pointed into their drive way. The cab driver followed her direction. He looked at her as he put the cab in park. Staci reached down and turned the car off, then pulled the keys out of the ignition. She looked at the driver and patted his cock, still exposed lying on his trousers. “Come on in sir, and I will pay your cab fare in our bed!” It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the large cab driver to open the door and literally spring out. He nearly tripped as his pants began to fall. Grabbing instinctively, he caught them, zipped and buttoned them, then sprinted around to open Staci’s door for her. She climbed out, smiled up into the black man’s face, took his hand and lead him up the walk, not even bothering to collect her clothes.
Bobbi hurriedly gathered up her clothes, then followed them. He watched as a black hand cupped his wife’s buttock as they walked, the side of her naked breast rubbing the driver’s forearm. Her white skin, glowing in the moonlight, was striking, but when the big man placed his dark skinned hand over her gleaming buttocks, the contrast was almost poetic. Bobbi’s cock, still hard from watching her unrivaled lewdness in the cab, and her stroking the black man’s penis almost like he was her lover of long standing, pushed the fabric of his underwear tight against his trousers. Every step caused the fabric to caress his erection to a harder painful throbbing. He reassured himself that the aching throb was because he had cum so many times in such a short time. He knew it had started when she had massaged his prostate. But then that had been only the second or third time he came in a few hours. Since then he had come so many times he had totally lost track of the count. For god’s sake, she turned him on more now that she ever had during their whole marriage. And he knew for sure now that she was deliberately doing these things to turn him on. Get his sexual reaction. Almost like she was giving him memories to ponder, cherish, and masturbate to.
His mind turned toward what was happening ahead of him, had been happening for over a day now he admitted to himself. She had almost begged him to invite LeRoy and Wade to his Super Bowl party for god’s sake. But having them there would ruin his party. He would be thinking all during the game if she was having sex with them in the kitchen, or bedroom, or garage, or wherever she decided to pull her shenanigans. Why was his gorgeous highly conservative wife, at least up until the last few days, suddenly so sexual, so hussy, so whore, so fucking sexy? God, why was she doing all this. He sensed it had less to do with her than with him, for some reason. But he could detect no logic what so ever in her sudden change to this……sex slut goddess.
‘Oh god,’ he thought, ‘look at her gorgeous nakedness pressed up against his body right here on our front porch, in full sight of our neighbors, kissing this black stranger like she is going to fuck him as soon as I open the god damn door. Shit, sounds like she IS going to fuck him. In my bed too, damn it. God did he shoot a lot of cum in the cab! So much more cum than I have. I bet she likes lots of cum! Whoever she fucked before, (god was that just yesterday?) sure had lots of cum.’ Suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. She was not using protection at all if she had all that cum in her. ‘God, I wonder if she is fertile this week!’ Quite a while ago she had stopped taking her birth control she had told him. She never said why though, he realized.
He fumbled for his house key as she stood there, on her tip toes, naked in the moonlight, his black hands caressing her breast and bottom as they exchanged tongues. He could hear her soft moans. The condensation of their breaths in the cold evening air was like an ethereal fog surrounding their heads.
He inserted his key into the door lock. She backed up against his body, her nakedness pressing against him. He felt her hand come around his hips, and feel for his hard on. Finding it, she chuckled softly, then returned to her soulful kiss. He flushed in deep embarrassment in the darkness as he opened the door and fumbled for the light switch.
The porch light came on, spot lighting his naked wife kissing the cab driver. He realized her leg was raised, draped over his hip, as the cabby’s fingers plundered her in the suddenly brilliant spotlight. Their carnal pose was so very obvious and clear to anyone watching. Without either of them flinching, they held that obviously lewd pose for several minutes as the curtains of the neighbors rustled and moved. Staci’s hips were moving, fucking the black man’s fingers in and out of her wetness. Finally Bobbi recovered his senses and turned off the porch light. She chuckled softly, looking into his eyes directly, as she disengaged from their cab driver.
“Come on in Wendell!” She took his hand and pulled him into their foyer. Again she stood on her tip toes, returning to her deep and searching kiss with him. Her gentle graceful fingers turned their foyer light on, then she stood in the way of the door so that he could not close it. Again the curtains of the neighbors began to move. She reached down, unbuckled the black man’s pants, unzipped him, then let his trousers fall to the floor. They were both turned sideways to the door, so the neighbors could see her actions, and the resulting magnificent black meat that was thereby exposed. Bobbi was absolutely sure that the nosey Mrs. McCreedy had just fainted dead away.
‘Hey! Wait! How does she know his name?’ he thought. ‘He never said his name in the cab.’ Bobbi was sure of that.
“Bobbi, bring Wendell a scotch rocks and me a zin’, baby, thanks!” She even knows what he drinks?
‘Holy shit! This is her lover! My god! …………… But then how did he just happen to be there with his taxi cab driving by when we walked out of the bar?’ No, it didn’t make sense. He puzzled it over as he poured their drinks.
“God can this man kiss Bobbi! So soft and tender! Godddddd! Best kisser in a loooong time honey!”
‘Best kisser? How many had she had? Or was she just saying much better than him?’ He thought about his own kissing technique as he handed them their drinks. Maybe he should kiss softer after this. How do you kiss softer anyway? With one extended finger he flipped the light to the foyer off. They both took their drinks, then after a quick finishing kiss, turned and went into the living room. Bobbi had never noticed how Staci’s breasts swayed seductively as she walked before. He closed the front door while exhaling an explosive, cheek inflating sigh.
Staci sat in the middle of the couch, drawing her left ankle up under her right thigh, exposing her naked kitty. She had sat like that every day for years, and he had never even thought about it, until now. Her back was straight, causing her perfect femininity to sit proudly upon her alabaster chest. She was sitting there naked, without self consciousness, and it made her body seem so accessible to Wendell’s large eager hands. Those breasts protruded so perfectly he thought. So perfectly symmetrical! Her nipples are so perfect, like twin cones of rose colored sugar he thought. His penis ached in its own little hell, a relentless throbbing ache.
He fantasized about how those black hands would look as they caressed her whiteness. How those black fingers would look tweaking her nipples. How that thick soft lipped black mouth suckling on them would look. He wondered if the soft-kissing lips she seemed so enamored with could cause his wife to cum just from suckling her nipples. ‘Stop torturing yourself Bobbi!’
“Come her honey, sit beside me baby!” She was looking at Wendell, not him. He decided he needed a drink too.
When he turned back around from the bar cabinet, they were kissing again. Wendell’s hand was on her ripe breast, caressing her in fond gentle caresses. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘the contrast between their skin colors……..so erotic to watch!’ Wendell’s cock was erect, standing tall and proud there under Staci’s elbow. ‘So this is her lover’s cock,’ he thought. ‘Well, at least I know now!’ He actually felt relieved to know for sure. After all, she was not hiding it from him. How could he call it cheating if he was watching her doing all this ……… right? He knew in the back of his conscious brain that he was rationalizing.
He realized she was watching him intently again.
“Hey, purdy lil Missy, how’s you know ma name?” Wendell’s eyes were on her breasts, not her face.
‘Shit, what is THAT all about,’ Bobbi thought. ‘Is he implying he isn’t her lover?’
His beloved wife’s sex laden voice yanked him back to reality. Her soft hand was again stroking the black pole that sprouted from Wendell’s crotch. Bobbi could not take his eyes off the sensuous movement of her hand. “This woman I met on line, honey, taught me so MUCH! She told me that one of the things she learned by dying was that God not only created human’s, but also designed our sexuality just the way he wanted it. She told me about how geese and swans cannot get turned on by any other goose or swan than their mate. They mate for life. If their mate dies, they are never turned on again their whole life. She said if God had wanted to, God could have made humans that way too. But God didn’t, God made us be able to respond sexually to many other humans. God made it possible for some of us to be gay, of bi-sexual, or straight. She taught me that GOD did that! Deliberately!”
“What are you saying Staci?”
“Yo’ name be Staci lil missy?” Wendell asked.
“Yes honey, Staci, sorry, I am Staci and that is Bobbi my husband. Bobbi come over here and sit beside me baby.” She patted the couch behind her.
Bobbi could not help but notice that her arched breasts wriggled so sexily as she patted the couch behind her. Disappointed and confused, he also realized that Wendell and Staci had for sure not met before tonight. ‘Shit, still not a clue! ………. Should I go over there,’ he wondered? He stood where he was and looked at his naked wife sitting next to a large black man who was wearing only his shirt, her little white hand stroking his black rigid cock, as she talked to her husband about an internet friend. Had sanity departed the scene?
“Bobbi Ray, either come over here and sit behind me, or I am taking Wendell into that bedroom and closing the door and you can wonder forever about what happens in there. Stop fucking around and come over here. This man has a life to live and money to make, now stop delaying and do what I say!”
Bobbi walked over to the couch and sat behind her.
“Now give me your hand honey.” He complied. “Close your eyes baby. Good, now feel my tits while Wendell watches you. . . . . . . . . Good, now the other one. ……….. mmm feels good baby. Ok Wendell, you feel my breasts while my husband is doing it too. Mmmmm, been wanting to have two men play with my body like this. …………. God that feels good guys!” She leaned back against Bobbi’s chest.” Now both of you play with me down there too. ………. Yeah, that’s it baby! …….. Lower Bobbi. Bobbi, can you feel his fingers as they are entering me honey? Here, let me stand up a bit. . . . . . Now Bobbi, move over where I was sitting while I stand here in front of you two so you can both plunder my little fuck twat. Oh god that feels good!” She had said “fuck twat” with a vehemence he had never heard her use before. She let them torture her delicate opening delightfully for awhile, their fingers dueling for entry. “Good, now each of you give me one hand and let me guide them around my body. Keep your eyes closed Bobbi baby.”
She moved Wendell’s hand to her breast and Bobbi’s hand to her smooth hairless pubic mound. Then grinning broadly she took one of his fingers and ran it up her thin slit. “Feel that baby?” He nodded. She motioned to Wendell to stand up and move next to her. She moved Bobbi’s hand to her hip, moving it in a caress there. Then she moved aside and pulled Wendell to where she had been standing. Stifling a laugh, she moved Bobbi’s hand to Wendell’s cock. Bobbi’s hand touched it, felt it, not quite comprehending what he was touching. Suddenly it dawned on him that it was Wendell’s rigid cock he was caressing. He indignantly jerked his hand away.
“Damn it Staci, what the hell are you doing?”
“Bobbi, don’t you dare remove your hand from where I put it. Give me your hand back, and open your eyes, I want you to touch Wendell’s cock. It turns me on to watch you touch another man’s cock. In fact, I want you to kneel before him and touch it with both hands while I watch.”
“No WAY, Stace! NO fucking Way!” His pride was really hurting now. How dare she think he liked to touch other men!
Staci shrugged as she took Wendell by his long thick rigid pole and lead him toward their bedroom. “Come on Wendell, my husband is such a prissy, lets go fuck in the bedroom till you can’t get hard any more.” She looked back over her shoulder at Bobbi as she walked through the door leading Wendell by his hard black prick. Wendell shuffled into their bedroom behind her, watching her small white hand on his black prick all the way. Bobbi, drawn like a rat behind the Pied Piper, followed. She turned and closed the door. He heard it lock.
Bobbi stood there in the hall for several minutes, visualizing what was probably happening behind that closed door, in his mind seeing that huge black cock entering his wife’s little white body, splitting her wide open, much wider than his ever could. God, she had decided to go black, and he was standing out in the hall with his dick so hard it felt like it would burst. He heard moans and whimpers behind the door. His mind could see his gorgeous wife’s face as the black man’s prodigious meat entered her tiny vagina, and pounded her mercilessly into orgasm after orgasm. He had to admit, Wendell’s huge cock was kind of erotic to touch. ‘Oh SHIT!’ He thought, ‘why the fuck not?’
“Stace, can I come in there honey?” He knocked lightly. “Stace, you OK in there baby? ………. Stace? I am sorry baby. I will do what you want me to, OK? ……………………… OK baby? ………. OK? Can I come in if I agree to touch his cock? …………… Stace?” After another brief pause, just as he had about decided that he had screwed this all up royally, he heard the door unlock. The door opened and her head appeared around the edge of the door.
“You promise to do whatever I ask you to without giving me a hard time about it, Bobbi Ray?”
“Yeah baby.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“No Bobbi Ray, you get down on your knees and promise me with your right hand up in the air like your swearing in. Do it Bobbi!”
Bobbi got down on his knees and swore to god to do whatever his beloved wife wanted him to do.
“Now take you clothes off.”
Embarrassed, Bobby took his clothes off, then stepped into his own bedroom. Wendell was sitting on the bed crying in huge silent racking sobs.
Movie Review: Stripper
1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”
Overall Rating: 4
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8 (The editors were able to adequately encapsulate the feelings of the other strippers. The movie was enlightening, and if you read my story A Memorable Threesome Part Eight at http://www.samarelart.com/Adultstories/Deni/deni_108.htm , you will see that I understand the emotions that occur in a woman as they are on stage and surrounded with a throng of horny unabashedly gross men. I believe the girls when they talk about developing an addiction to stripping.)
Acting: 5 (Because this is a documentary, there was no “acting”)
Directing: 5 (Again, no directing, just shooting the footage, then trying to assemble it so that it carried the story line and told the story with finesse)
Scariness: 7 (Two of the girls died as a direct result of their stripping. One was a single mother, the other a happily married woman.)
Music: 5 (Stripping Music for the most part, during the on stage performances)
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: NA (Watched it off DVD at home)
Percentage Chic Flick: 8
Percentage Macho Flick: 1
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 7
Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? (It was real, unvarnished life)
Reality Ratio: 8
Enthrallment: 5 (More like fear of getting trapped in that predicament)
Worth the price of admission? Rent the DVD. I love NetFlix!
Recommendation: Get a good education and keep your wits closely about you if you ever try stripping
Overall Rating: 4
Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8 (The editors were able to adequately encapsulate the feelings of the other strippers. The movie was enlightening, and if you read my story A Memorable Threesome Part Eight at http://www.samarelart.com/Adultstories/Deni/deni_108.htm , you will see that I understand the emotions that occur in a woman as they are on stage and surrounded with a throng of horny unabashedly gross men. I believe the girls when they talk about developing an addiction to stripping.)
Acting: 5 (Because this is a documentary, there was no “acting”)
Directing: 5 (Again, no directing, just shooting the footage, then trying to assemble it so that it carried the story line and told the story with finesse)
Scariness: 7 (Two of the girls died as a direct result of their stripping. One was a single mother, the other a happily married woman.)
Music: 5 (Stripping Music for the most part, during the on stage performances)
Ratio of bald men to men with hair: NA (Watched it off DVD at home)
Percentage Chic Flick: 8
Percentage Macho Flick: 1
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 7
Special Effects: 5 (Average, there were none that I saw)
How true to the book was it? (It was real, unvarnished life)
Reality Ratio: 8
Enthrallment: 5 (More like fear of getting trapped in that predicament)
Worth the price of admission? Rent the DVD. I love NetFlix!
Recommendation: Get a good education and keep your wits closely about you if you ever try stripping
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - eight
Copyright Deni Wom and Doni 2005
After a devout heartfelt prayer and a few songs, Pastor Syh came back to the pulpit, his face a wreath of happiness, his probing intelligent eyes again surveyed the congregation. Edward could feel the tension gathering in the building. There was more rustling, more shifting about in anticipation of what was to come.
Finally Pastor Syh spoke, softly this time, gently, as if to a lover. “And now we come to that most sacred part of our Sybarin rites. We have gathered here, now, to sanctify and consecrate a woman’s body. We are here to fulfill that second part of God’s first command to mankind: have babies. ‘Be fruitful and multiply’ God instructed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Did you know that the word Eden comes from the Hebrew word “Delight”? Yes, Eden was a place of delights alright. And one of the most wonderful of God’s delights was sex. Uninhibited, God invented, God designed, God provided, delightful and satisfying sex. Sex the way God intended it. No restrictions, just showing love to your beloved, filling your beloved with your essence, giving her that most sacred of gifts from God, your sperm.
“Tonight we will do exactly that. We will fill our loving and lovable Sister Teresa with the holy, God made, sperm that her husband and she want. In keeping with the stated desire of this church, Teresa and her loving husband, Michael, have requested that the church Elders consummate their desires with a sacred breeding.
Pastor Syh’s beaming smile seemed to lovingly irradiate a nervous couple that were sitting on the front row. He held out his arms to them, his face covered with a peaceful loving smile.
The couple came forward in a rush, the husband following behind his wife, vigilant lest his beloved wife should trip and fall on the stairs leading to the area around the pulpit. His love for her was fully evident on his face as he made certain that she was safe.
Pastor Syh enveloped her in his powerful arms, hugging her gently, his face along side hers as they shared a most tender moment of mutual caring. After a bit, Pastor Syh reached out and shook her husband’s hand, still holding Teresa in his arms.
Finally they parted and the congregations could see that Teresa’s breathing was heavier than when she had ascended to the pulpit area. The congregation could not help but notice that Pastor Syh’s body had reacted to her intimate closeness. The bulge under his Ephod, so prominent before, was now holding his Ephod at a nearly level angle. The congregation rose and began to applaud. Pastor Syh was unashamed of his obvious, growing display of saintly arousal.
Edward could not help but stare in envy at the Pastor’s bulge. He wondered what it must feel like for his wife to have such immensity within her. As Edward stared at the image on the TV screen, his hips again pressed against the wall in front of him.
The welcome, expert suckling of his organ began again as he watched the people at the front of the church. The woman’s cheeks were flushed. Her breasts seemed to be rising and falling quickly.
Pastor Syh led her to the Altar that resided on the right side of the church. He gently helped her lie down on the altar, placing a satin pillow under head. He caressed her forehead as he smiled and conversed with her, seeking to calm her. Pastor Syh’s face was full of tenderness.
Finally he motioned for her husband to come and stand beside her. Pastor conversed with him for a bit as well. The gratitude on the woman’s husband’s face was evident to everyone
When the Pastor felt that both of them were somewhat relaxed, calmed enough to participate, he turned to the congregation and began to intone his sing-song ritualistic, centuries-old prayer.
God of us all,
Beloved God of our ancestors,
We invoke Your love, You help
On this sacred Day of Unction.
Beloved God,
Teresa and Michael,
Your earthly children,
Seek to glorify her body,
For her body become an altar to your love.
To begin her sacred journey,
The journey toward Teresa’s motherhood,
The journey toward Michael’s fatherhood,
The journey commanded by You
In Your first commandment to Mankind.
We seek Your guidance
And Your grace
As You sanctify her body,
Anointing her body
With that most sacred essence,
The sperm of our bodies
As You commanded us
When we were all innocent in the
Paradise You named Eden.
God,
God of us all,
We ask that You
Sanctify this union,
And that You bless her offspring,
Keeping them in Your loving bosom
As they grow, and learn, and love.
Pastor Syh’s alert eyes surveyed six men that had silently assembled around the woman lying on the Altar of Unction during Pastor’s prayer, each armed with a sword and an emblazoned shield,. They each stood with their backs to the altar, vigilant, poised, clearly ready to safeguard the vulnerable woman if necessary. They were all muscular and well built. They were naked except for their penises, which were encased in a curved cod piece. The cod piece apparently protected their vulnerability as it were from exposure or injury.
A chill ran up Edward’s back when he saw that none of them seemed to have any testicles! His eyes became the size of dinner plates. Panicking, he stopped his animalistic humping of the hole in the wall, doubt that his own little cods were still attached to his body. He tried desperately to pull his cock and balls out of the hole that he had been receiving such wonderful sensations through. He began to whimper in fear. Looking down, all he could see was hi8s cock stretching between his body and the hole.
His skin crawling, his stomach churning, Edward felt Deaconess Elja’s hand on his shoulder again. Her voice, right next to his ear, as though she was reading his mind, whispered in an amused chuckle “Relax baby, their balls are tucked up into their anus so they would not be injured during battle. OK? These are the hand picked guardians of the Order of Sybarin Rite.” She chuckled a few more times. She tapped the buttons on the wall that released his private parts from the hole.
Edward made a feverish inventory of what remained of him. To his vast relief, his testicles were indeed still attached, hanging down from the base of his penis, and in fact were soft and silky for the first time he could remember. His testicles had always been so tightly contracted that they had reminded him of a tiny little brain. Greatly relieved, his fingers caressed his scrotum’s new texture, liking how they now felt.
Still trying to relax, Edward felt silly that his thoughts were so transparent to the woman that this wife had assigned to him. But he had to admit that he did feel better knowing that the white men still had their balls. Still, he wondered why the guardians were there. It suddenly occurred to Edward that the naked guardians were all Caucasian.
Mistress Elja guided Edward’s penis back into the hole where his fears of losing his balls was assuaged as the mouth inside suckled him so wonderfully. He returned to watching the ceremony.
Edward saw a solemn line of three men stride forward toward the Altar of Unction. They, much like Pastor Syh, were dressed in Ephods. And, also like Pastor Syh, each garment had a red ribbon sewed into the garment around the neck.
Edward could feel the Deaconess, standing close behind him, begin to squirm in anticipation of what was coming. Her firm breast seemed to nudge his back as she wriggled. Her hand idly caressed his buttocks. “Those are the Elders, Edward,” she murmured, her voice soft and sibilant.
Pastor Syh deftly moved beside the woman on the altar. He nodded assertively at her nervous husband. The husband, his hands shaking, reached down and lifted the woman’s Ephod, thereby exposing the woman’s upper thighs and mound to the congregation. Carefully laying the lower part of her garment on her stomach, he pulled the strings of the cloth ties, freeing the upper portion of the Ephod, then lovingly pulled the whole garment over the woman’s head, leaving her alabaster white body naked, exposed from head to toe. The congregation stirred, murmurs about her beauty circulated.
Edward could not help but notice how vulnerable, yet beautiful she was in her nakedness. Her head was held high enough by the pillow placed there by the Pastor that everyone could see her radiant, nervous face, and she could watch what was to be done to her body.
In a loud voice, her husband proclaimed “Here is the body of my wife, . . . . fertile, . . . . .ready to be bred . . . . . with the sacred sperm of your loins. Come, partake of her, consummate her body with your essence.” The nervous man’s penis was wavering under his Ephod, fully erect, Edward noticed. The woman’s husband’s cheeks were flushed, his whole face an eerie white against the rich colors of the Altar backdrop. Suddenly his pallid member found its freedom, and leaped through the opening of his garment, irresolutely waving to the assemblage. The man flushed bright red. Several women shouted “Hallelujah!”
Pastor Syh then boomed “Who comes to consummate this woman for her husband? Speak your names so that the woman and her husband can know the names of the welcome congenitors of their children.”
All three Elders recited their names, and their intention to consummate the union between themselves and the woman, pledging to be a constructive partner with the couple as they raised the child.
Elder Benjamin, the first Elder in line, moved to the woman’s right side. He leaned over, kissing her deeply, softly, with gentle passion. The woman raised her head, hesitantly kissing her acceptance of the man’s blessing. He then smiled lovingly at her, caressing her exposed breast with his dark hand. The contrast of his dark skin on her white skin was breathtaking. His fingers lovingly rolled her nipples, toying with her alabaster body. His hand then stroked down her smooth stomach , circling her belly button. He flattened his hand as it again soothed its way back to cup her breasts. His mouth kissed her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. He suckled greedily at each nipple for a bit, then continued to kiss his way down her body, pausing at her feet, then traveling back up her legs to her sex.
Edward felt his cock begin to pulse. ‘How is it possible that I can have any more cum in my balls?’ he wondered distractedly as he watched the woman spread her glistening thighs, encouraging the black Elder to conjoin with her. Edward began humping the suckling, fondling wall without even thinking about it. Deaconess Elja smiled, amused.
The woman’s husband helped the Elder remove his Ephod, folding it carefully in the prescribed manner, then laying it carefully on the ledge assigned for that privilege. The husband knelt before the Elder, taking the dark penis in his white hand, stroking it to pulsing fullness as the congregation watched in rapt, open mouthed fascination.
The husband then followed the Elder to his wife’s side. The Elder stepped between her widely spread thighs, again his black body so beautiful in stark contrast to the woman’s velvety paleness.
Edward realized his intense attention had caused the TV to move in for a close-up in direct line with the woman’s vaginal opening. He could see wetness shimmering upon her lips. Surprised, he saw that her opening was already dilated, yes, even widely opened, inviting the rampant blackness to enter her, to begin her breeding session.
Edward saw the husband’s hand firmly grasp the rigid penis, then raise the dark purple head to his wife’s opening, caressing her lips a bit as the cock head slowly slid up and down her hesitant yet eager wetness. Each up and down movement seemed to allow the dark glans to enter her pinkness a slight bit further. Finally the husband stopped moving the thickness up and down his wife’s cleft. The breeding head became lodged at the mouth of her opening.
She cried out “Please Elder Benjamin! Oh please, take me, make me the mother of your offspring!”
The Elder began to press his thick manhood into the white woman’s fertile womb.
She cried out again, this time her words nearly indistinguishable, as the dark thickness spread her opening, causing her body to widen obscenely. The Elder pressed forward, sliding slowly into her belly. The wife grabbed her husband’s hand, squeezing it harshly as her body begrudgingly accepted the size of Elder Benjamin.
Edward could her voice distinctly now. “Oh GOD, OH GOD! OH GOD!!!!!!!!!! Baby, he is HUGE! OH GOD baby! OH GOD! OH God is he huge! He’s going to split me honey! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd” The naked little white wife was clearly rising rapidly toward her orgasms.
The congregation commenced chanting, “God can hear you, God answers prayers, God can hear you, God answers prayers.”
The Elder started slowly thrust his hips, pushing his manhood in, then pulling it back out of her clinging womb, as her voice praised God. Elder Benjamin was filling her body deeply, filling her to her limit with each blessed penetrating thrust. Her wails of joy filled the auditorium with their elation.
Edward could see every ripple and contraction of her sweet little white pussy as the Elder’s dark thick member so pleasured her. Her sex lips suckled the black shaft each time it withdrew, then seemed to open again to accept his renewed fulfillment. Edward watched, highly aroused as the Elder’s testicles began to contract and shrink. The black penis was thrusting hard now, filling the woman to her utmost depth with each heavy sensuous thrust.
The wife began to scream “YES! OH GOD! YES FILL ME WITH YOUR BABY MAKING SPERM! YES! BREED ME! BREED ME WITH OUR CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Unable to contain her desire, the woman began to orgasm. Her whole body seemed intent on suckling her first breeder’s penis empty of whatever it might present to her.
Suddenly the Elder grunted loudly, then jammed his black cock deep into the womb of the white woman, his whole body rippling in his orgasm. The congregation began to shout encouragement and praises as Elder Benjamin filled he young wife with his breeding sperm, white, viscous, potent baby making cum.
Her husband, his eyes riveted to the filling of his wife’s sacred vessel with the Elder’s sperm, could not contain his own desire. Without touching himself, he began to spurt his unnecessary issue onto his wife’s breasts and stomach.
TBC
After a devout heartfelt prayer and a few songs, Pastor Syh came back to the pulpit, his face a wreath of happiness, his probing intelligent eyes again surveyed the congregation. Edward could feel the tension gathering in the building. There was more rustling, more shifting about in anticipation of what was to come.
Finally Pastor Syh spoke, softly this time, gently, as if to a lover. “And now we come to that most sacred part of our Sybarin rites. We have gathered here, now, to sanctify and consecrate a woman’s body. We are here to fulfill that second part of God’s first command to mankind: have babies. ‘Be fruitful and multiply’ God instructed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Did you know that the word Eden comes from the Hebrew word “Delight”? Yes, Eden was a place of delights alright. And one of the most wonderful of God’s delights was sex. Uninhibited, God invented, God designed, God provided, delightful and satisfying sex. Sex the way God intended it. No restrictions, just showing love to your beloved, filling your beloved with your essence, giving her that most sacred of gifts from God, your sperm.
“Tonight we will do exactly that. We will fill our loving and lovable Sister Teresa with the holy, God made, sperm that her husband and she want. In keeping with the stated desire of this church, Teresa and her loving husband, Michael, have requested that the church Elders consummate their desires with a sacred breeding.
Pastor Syh’s beaming smile seemed to lovingly irradiate a nervous couple that were sitting on the front row. He held out his arms to them, his face covered with a peaceful loving smile.
The couple came forward in a rush, the husband following behind his wife, vigilant lest his beloved wife should trip and fall on the stairs leading to the area around the pulpit. His love for her was fully evident on his face as he made certain that she was safe.
Pastor Syh enveloped her in his powerful arms, hugging her gently, his face along side hers as they shared a most tender moment of mutual caring. After a bit, Pastor Syh reached out and shook her husband’s hand, still holding Teresa in his arms.
Finally they parted and the congregations could see that Teresa’s breathing was heavier than when she had ascended to the pulpit area. The congregation could not help but notice that Pastor Syh’s body had reacted to her intimate closeness. The bulge under his Ephod, so prominent before, was now holding his Ephod at a nearly level angle. The congregation rose and began to applaud. Pastor Syh was unashamed of his obvious, growing display of saintly arousal.
Edward could not help but stare in envy at the Pastor’s bulge. He wondered what it must feel like for his wife to have such immensity within her. As Edward stared at the image on the TV screen, his hips again pressed against the wall in front of him.
The welcome, expert suckling of his organ began again as he watched the people at the front of the church. The woman’s cheeks were flushed. Her breasts seemed to be rising and falling quickly.
Pastor Syh led her to the Altar that resided on the right side of the church. He gently helped her lie down on the altar, placing a satin pillow under head. He caressed her forehead as he smiled and conversed with her, seeking to calm her. Pastor Syh’s face was full of tenderness.
Finally he motioned for her husband to come and stand beside her. Pastor conversed with him for a bit as well. The gratitude on the woman’s husband’s face was evident to everyone
When the Pastor felt that both of them were somewhat relaxed, calmed enough to participate, he turned to the congregation and began to intone his sing-song ritualistic, centuries-old prayer.
God of us all,
Beloved God of our ancestors,
We invoke Your love, You help
On this sacred Day of Unction.
Beloved God,
Teresa and Michael,
Your earthly children,
Seek to glorify her body,
For her body become an altar to your love.
To begin her sacred journey,
The journey toward Teresa’s motherhood,
The journey toward Michael’s fatherhood,
The journey commanded by You
In Your first commandment to Mankind.
We seek Your guidance
And Your grace
As You sanctify her body,
Anointing her body
With that most sacred essence,
The sperm of our bodies
As You commanded us
When we were all innocent in the
Paradise You named Eden.
God,
God of us all,
We ask that You
Sanctify this union,
And that You bless her offspring,
Keeping them in Your loving bosom
As they grow, and learn, and love.
Pastor Syh’s alert eyes surveyed six men that had silently assembled around the woman lying on the Altar of Unction during Pastor’s prayer, each armed with a sword and an emblazoned shield,. They each stood with their backs to the altar, vigilant, poised, clearly ready to safeguard the vulnerable woman if necessary. They were all muscular and well built. They were naked except for their penises, which were encased in a curved cod piece. The cod piece apparently protected their vulnerability as it were from exposure or injury.
A chill ran up Edward’s back when he saw that none of them seemed to have any testicles! His eyes became the size of dinner plates. Panicking, he stopped his animalistic humping of the hole in the wall, doubt that his own little cods were still attached to his body. He tried desperately to pull his cock and balls out of the hole that he had been receiving such wonderful sensations through. He began to whimper in fear. Looking down, all he could see was hi8s cock stretching between his body and the hole.
His skin crawling, his stomach churning, Edward felt Deaconess Elja’s hand on his shoulder again. Her voice, right next to his ear, as though she was reading his mind, whispered in an amused chuckle “Relax baby, their balls are tucked up into their anus so they would not be injured during battle. OK? These are the hand picked guardians of the Order of Sybarin Rite.” She chuckled a few more times. She tapped the buttons on the wall that released his private parts from the hole.
Edward made a feverish inventory of what remained of him. To his vast relief, his testicles were indeed still attached, hanging down from the base of his penis, and in fact were soft and silky for the first time he could remember. His testicles had always been so tightly contracted that they had reminded him of a tiny little brain. Greatly relieved, his fingers caressed his scrotum’s new texture, liking how they now felt.
Still trying to relax, Edward felt silly that his thoughts were so transparent to the woman that this wife had assigned to him. But he had to admit that he did feel better knowing that the white men still had their balls. Still, he wondered why the guardians were there. It suddenly occurred to Edward that the naked guardians were all Caucasian.
Mistress Elja guided Edward’s penis back into the hole where his fears of losing his balls was assuaged as the mouth inside suckled him so wonderfully. He returned to watching the ceremony.
Edward saw a solemn line of three men stride forward toward the Altar of Unction. They, much like Pastor Syh, were dressed in Ephods. And, also like Pastor Syh, each garment had a red ribbon sewed into the garment around the neck.
Edward could feel the Deaconess, standing close behind him, begin to squirm in anticipation of what was coming. Her firm breast seemed to nudge his back as she wriggled. Her hand idly caressed his buttocks. “Those are the Elders, Edward,” she murmured, her voice soft and sibilant.
Pastor Syh deftly moved beside the woman on the altar. He nodded assertively at her nervous husband. The husband, his hands shaking, reached down and lifted the woman’s Ephod, thereby exposing the woman’s upper thighs and mound to the congregation. Carefully laying the lower part of her garment on her stomach, he pulled the strings of the cloth ties, freeing the upper portion of the Ephod, then lovingly pulled the whole garment over the woman’s head, leaving her alabaster white body naked, exposed from head to toe. The congregation stirred, murmurs about her beauty circulated.
Edward could not help but notice how vulnerable, yet beautiful she was in her nakedness. Her head was held high enough by the pillow placed there by the Pastor that everyone could see her radiant, nervous face, and she could watch what was to be done to her body.
In a loud voice, her husband proclaimed “Here is the body of my wife, . . . . fertile, . . . . .ready to be bred . . . . . with the sacred sperm of your loins. Come, partake of her, consummate her body with your essence.” The nervous man’s penis was wavering under his Ephod, fully erect, Edward noticed. The woman’s husband’s cheeks were flushed, his whole face an eerie white against the rich colors of the Altar backdrop. Suddenly his pallid member found its freedom, and leaped through the opening of his garment, irresolutely waving to the assemblage. The man flushed bright red. Several women shouted “Hallelujah!”
Pastor Syh then boomed “Who comes to consummate this woman for her husband? Speak your names so that the woman and her husband can know the names of the welcome congenitors of their children.”
All three Elders recited their names, and their intention to consummate the union between themselves and the woman, pledging to be a constructive partner with the couple as they raised the child.
Elder Benjamin, the first Elder in line, moved to the woman’s right side. He leaned over, kissing her deeply, softly, with gentle passion. The woman raised her head, hesitantly kissing her acceptance of the man’s blessing. He then smiled lovingly at her, caressing her exposed breast with his dark hand. The contrast of his dark skin on her white skin was breathtaking. His fingers lovingly rolled her nipples, toying with her alabaster body. His hand then stroked down her smooth stomach , circling her belly button. He flattened his hand as it again soothed its way back to cup her breasts. His mouth kissed her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. He suckled greedily at each nipple for a bit, then continued to kiss his way down her body, pausing at her feet, then traveling back up her legs to her sex.
Edward felt his cock begin to pulse. ‘How is it possible that I can have any more cum in my balls?’ he wondered distractedly as he watched the woman spread her glistening thighs, encouraging the black Elder to conjoin with her. Edward began humping the suckling, fondling wall without even thinking about it. Deaconess Elja smiled, amused.
The woman’s husband helped the Elder remove his Ephod, folding it carefully in the prescribed manner, then laying it carefully on the ledge assigned for that privilege. The husband knelt before the Elder, taking the dark penis in his white hand, stroking it to pulsing fullness as the congregation watched in rapt, open mouthed fascination.
The husband then followed the Elder to his wife’s side. The Elder stepped between her widely spread thighs, again his black body so beautiful in stark contrast to the woman’s velvety paleness.
Edward realized his intense attention had caused the TV to move in for a close-up in direct line with the woman’s vaginal opening. He could see wetness shimmering upon her lips. Surprised, he saw that her opening was already dilated, yes, even widely opened, inviting the rampant blackness to enter her, to begin her breeding session.
Edward saw the husband’s hand firmly grasp the rigid penis, then raise the dark purple head to his wife’s opening, caressing her lips a bit as the cock head slowly slid up and down her hesitant yet eager wetness. Each up and down movement seemed to allow the dark glans to enter her pinkness a slight bit further. Finally the husband stopped moving the thickness up and down his wife’s cleft. The breeding head became lodged at the mouth of her opening.
She cried out “Please Elder Benjamin! Oh please, take me, make me the mother of your offspring!”
The Elder began to press his thick manhood into the white woman’s fertile womb.
She cried out again, this time her words nearly indistinguishable, as the dark thickness spread her opening, causing her body to widen obscenely. The Elder pressed forward, sliding slowly into her belly. The wife grabbed her husband’s hand, squeezing it harshly as her body begrudgingly accepted the size of Elder Benjamin.
Edward could her voice distinctly now. “Oh GOD, OH GOD! OH GOD!!!!!!!!!! Baby, he is HUGE! OH GOD baby! OH GOD! OH God is he huge! He’s going to split me honey! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd” The naked little white wife was clearly rising rapidly toward her orgasms.
The congregation commenced chanting, “God can hear you, God answers prayers, God can hear you, God answers prayers.”
The Elder started slowly thrust his hips, pushing his manhood in, then pulling it back out of her clinging womb, as her voice praised God. Elder Benjamin was filling her body deeply, filling her to her limit with each blessed penetrating thrust. Her wails of joy filled the auditorium with their elation.
Edward could see every ripple and contraction of her sweet little white pussy as the Elder’s dark thick member so pleasured her. Her sex lips suckled the black shaft each time it withdrew, then seemed to open again to accept his renewed fulfillment. Edward watched, highly aroused as the Elder’s testicles began to contract and shrink. The black penis was thrusting hard now, filling the woman to her utmost depth with each heavy sensuous thrust.
The wife began to scream “YES! OH GOD! YES FILL ME WITH YOUR BABY MAKING SPERM! YES! BREED ME! BREED ME WITH OUR CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Unable to contain her desire, the woman began to orgasm. Her whole body seemed intent on suckling her first breeder’s penis empty of whatever it might present to her.
Suddenly the Elder grunted loudly, then jammed his black cock deep into the womb of the white woman, his whole body rippling in his orgasm. The congregation began to shout encouragement and praises as Elder Benjamin filled he young wife with his breeding sperm, white, viscous, potent baby making cum.
Her husband, his eyes riveted to the filling of his wife’s sacred vessel with the Elder’s sperm, could not contain his own desire. Without touching himself, he began to spurt his unnecessary issue onto his wife’s breasts and stomach.
TBC
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