Is she, or isn’t she? | Part 18-the end.
Black cock craving/Cuckold fantasy by Deni for ‘Samarel Eros’
Is she or isn’t she? | part 1
Black cock craving/Cuckold fantasy by Deni for ‘Samarel Eros’
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The taller woman walked to where Staci was being pleasured so perfectly and looked down at her. With growing lust, she leaned over and kissed her deeply. Staci was so far gone that she mindlessly opened her mouth, accepting any tongue that probed her. They kissed fervently, their tongues caressing the others, each tracing soft, succulent lips with soft indulgence. The woman’s hand went to Staci’s naked, shimmering, sweat-coated breasts, her white skin blending with the milkiness of Staci’s own white jiggling as she was so deeply pounded by the men enjoying her welcoming body.
When the next trick had disgorged his substantial gift of viscous milk into Staci’s involuntarily contracting cum-filled warren, the woman walked around between Staci’s thighs, then knelt to pay homage to her womanhood with her painted mouth. There was so much sperm leaking from inside Staci by now that it was flowing out of her in clingy curls. It had coated her anal opening thoroughly, then dripped into a deepening white puddle on the floor below. The woman was surprised that no one had yet used Staci’s bottom, but she knew from experience that it would not be long before that orifice would also gap as widely open and flow as heavily as her once small pussy was now. Staci’s overpowering orgasm did not even slow as the woman’s tongue continued to stimulate her overfed sex. Staci’s voice had become a long, continuous growl of lust, her body thrashing in one continuous, mindless orgasm.
The smaller woman, who had arrived just before Staci had been first taken, raised the taller woman’s dress and caressed her smooth buttocks. As her soft fingertips caressed her, she felt something hard protruding from the anal opening of the taller woman. Stooping, she could see that the woman’s opening was chock-a-block plugged with a thick circular piece of black plastic. Oddly, there were long strands of hair hanging from the plug. The strands hung to about mid-thigh on the tall woman. Tugging slightly on the strands, the shorter woman could see the taller woman’s pucker clench as if to maintain its large and welcome penetration.
The taller woman began groaning softly as she orally served Staci with copiously deep lashings of her long tongue. The shorter woman reached up under the taller woman and gently squeezed her smallish, shapely breasts, then unbuttoned her top, allowing her breasts to hang free, in view of the men as she delighted in consuming the deposited spunk. Tugging the thickened, hard nipples that hung free in view of everyone, the shorter woman shook them gently, causing their attached breasts to shimmy and shake sublimely in the spotlights. The groans of the taller woman became louder, and soon she began to writhe in a pussyhumping orgasm as well. Staci and the taller woman held onto each other as they now both climaxed over and over until they could no longer stand the erotic pressure and passed out in each other’s arms.
The King watched the girl-girl play as he slowly stroked his monstrous black cock. Then, as the taller woman lay passed out on top of Wendell’s little white whore, the King walked over and, in one stroke, drove his monstrous rigid cannon deep onto the taller woman’s sopping wet, available breach. Picking her up by her hips, he fucked her viciously until, suddenly, he went rigid, spasming huge dollops of cum deep inside her vagina. The shorter woman watched as the King’s huge testicles clenched and writhed. Soon, sperm began to seep from the confines of the woman’s stretched pussy lips. Still, the King’s balls clenched, forcing even more cum up his long, thick cock and out his huge cock head buried deep inside the woman.
The shorter woman reached under his cock and cupped her hand, catching the seeping, escaping white crème. Then, leaning forward, she rubbed the sperm onto the taller woman’s perky, exposed breasts. As she did, she grasped the thick gold rings that ran through the woman’s nipples. She tugged them gently as she looked at the King while he watched her intimate touching of the woman he had just so grandly used.
“You like my wife’s body, Little One?” The king asked.
Little One looked into the King’s eyes and smiled. She nodded her head vigorously, then bent to kiss the woman’s soft, sensuous lips, which were half open.
“You be wanting this cock a mine in ya Little One? . . . . Still got a good’n in it yet ya know!”
The small woman shook her head and squinted her face into a painful impression.
“Too big for ya huh?” The King chuckled. “Yeah, I can unnerstan that! Well, my wife here tells me it is the only one that ever made her totally happy. Ya otta join Dottie and me after this here benefit’s over. Maybe we can introduce you two propaly.” The king paused as he watched his satisfied wife with loving eyes. Then he again looked at the small woman. “And Little One, thanks for being here tonight and takin good care a Staci for Wendell.”
The small woman smiled her brightest and nodded in acceptance of both his invitation and his gracious thank you.
Both satiated women began to stir as they slowly regained consciousness.
Then, as they both realized where they were, Dottie turned over onto Staci, and they began to sensuously kiss and caress each other. Their legs wrapped around each other’s hips; the taller woman placed her pussy directly over Staci’s, allowing the men to see two perfect kitties stacked one on top of the other.
The King stepped back and looked at the men surrounding the spectacle of their most far out fantasies. “Looks like ya’ll gots the choice a two white pussies tonight! Go for it, ya’ll hear? Ya’ll goin enjoy that tail that be hanging down there now don’t ya know!”
Murmurs ran through the group as the men began to re-queue, their cocks again rising in lust. So many decisions, so little time. And to think tonight they had the chance to fuck the King’s wife too! There was not a soft cock in the house.
The evening continued as planned, with the men each taking turns with the two women, exploring their fantasies as they erotically plundered their captive white pussies, mouths, and bottoms. Most of the men had already taken one turn and were lining up again for their second go-round.
Staci had orgasmed time and time again, even passing out several times. The men, ever considerate, would switch off as the women lost consciousness. There became a real badge of pride when the men could pleasure the woman past that ecstatic point of Petite Mort.
The men began to gather and root for the one enjoying the woman. Soon they could tell when Staci was getting close to passing out. They would root for her current breeder until she collapsed, applauding his successful efforts. But none had succeeded in duplicating the King’s feast of making his own wife, Dottie, pass out with pleasure from their less than enormous penetrations.
Then a handsome, short man stepped up, just as Staci passed out for the eighth time. He stood there a bit, looking at Staci, sprawled on the top of the pool table, unconscious of her previous lover. His cock twitched in anticipation each time she breathed deeply. The men watched him as he stood there. They began to egg him on, with the ones not yet having pleasured themselves being most vocal.
Finally, the young man yielded and stepped to Dottie’s vacant, pulsing pussy. Sperm was flooding from her opening. The full lips that surrounded her gaping opening were puffy and appeared deliciously swollen. The man bent down and ever so gently kissed her there. His tongue began to caress her lips, moving up and down the outside of her vagina. Sperm coated his lips and tongue. Her curiosity roused, and she raised her head to watch his avid oral efforts.
After a short while, the man switched his lingual tactics a bit, moving to gently caress her inner folds but never quite touching her clitoris with his tongue or lips. The sperm, so copious before he began to caress her with his tongue, slowed, then stopped flowing into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Dottie impatiently began to move her clitoris to try to force contact with his pleasuring idiom. Her face began to contort as this new tactic forced her to vividly focus on what was going on at her flooded breach. Her voice began to mewl. “Ohhhhh GOD! This man KNOWS how to eat my white pussy! Oh, honey, you go now! You go nowwwww. Ohhhhhh! My god, this man can eat well! Oh god! Please lick my clit honey! Please baby! Please let me feel that incredible tongue right on my clittie! Oh god, baby! Oooooooooooooooooooooooh GODDDDDD!”
Her hips began to quiver as her needs sky-rocketed. She reached down, grabbed his ears, and tried to force his head toward her rampant, raging clit. She had never before felt such wonderfully erotic suffering in her pussy before. She shook her head back and forth as her need to cum was driven to unsurpassed heights.
Her back began to arch, and her gaping vagina was now leaking wetness faster than even the copious cum that had flowed from within her orifice. The man continued to lick and kiss her. She passed beyond the ability to form words. Her mewl became only a high-pitched scream of ecstasy.
Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around his head and began to cum. Her widely opened pussy began to spew liquid like a fire hose. She screamed a long, piercing shriek of rapture and passed away.
When the man stood up, his shirt was soaked, his legs were coated, and his face was a mass of sperm and woman-cum. He grinned as the other men clapped louder than for any other man. He bowed. The men began to wolf whistle.
Staci was just beginning to wake up again. The young man stepped to her sprawled thighs, urging them further apart, then rooted directly into her, not even pausing to prepare her opening. Staci gasped, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened wide in surprise. Immediately, she began to shudder.
His cock was deep inside her, but he did not withdraw and thrust like the other men had. Instead, after wetting his fingers on his cum soaked face, he circled them slowly around her pulsing bud as he watched her face. His finger caressed her around and around her nubbin. Smiling broadly at her, he reached in with his other hand and pulled her hood back from her hard kernel. His finger and thumb began to gently stroke up and down her flushed tissue. Staci began to buck as his finger stimulated her exposed pink clittie flesh. The feeling was one of both pain and pleasure. It was now a race to see which sensation would win out.
Suddenly, the man pinched her clittie hard. Staci collapsed in a delicate heap.
The man withdrew his cock and stepped toward the wife of the king. As he had with Staci, he jammed his cock deep into her wet cunt in a single penetrating plunge. Dottie’s eyes flew open as she felt herself impaled again by a thick cock. Looking up at her newest lover, she was amazed to see it was the same man that had brought her to such sublime bliss only moments before.
‘What was it about his man?’ she wondered. ‘I respond totally differently to him than to anyone else.’ And true to her previous form, she rapidly rose in need until she passed out again.
The other men were now impressed beyond words. No one had ever perpetrated such things. They began to wonder how they themselves might benefit if they could somehow learn this man’s secrets.
Female voices became audible at the front door, and then two of the men’s wives sauntered in. Both their husbands dove for trousers, hastily trying to cover up, muttering swear-words as they dressed. All erotic activity ceased immediately.
One of the women called out, “Now ya’ll don’t be worried about us be’in here. We be here to support you, Wendell baby. We just wanna enjoy all this too!” And with that, they began to undress. Their husbands watched in amazement, wondering how this new twist in the evening would turn out. ‘Other men goin fuck ma wife?’ They thought simultaneously.
Several more women walked in and began to undress, all wearing their most erotic lingerie under their street clothes. After each was undressed, they moved to the pool tables and laid down, spreading their legs, then began to play with themselves as they looked with lecherous eyes at the crotches of any man standing close to them.
Other wives arrived, until all of the wives of the married men were present. One white woman was among them. Staci’s smile became a huge grin as she looked at the face that she knew so well.
The newly arrived white woman slowly walked over to the pool table, where Staci was resting between pleasurable. Staci’s adoring eyes watched the woman’s nicely made up face as she walked across the room. As she approached, Staci raised her hand toward her and waited for the soft touch of her well-manicured hands.
“Hi baby!” Tears filled Staci’s eyes as she looked lovingly at the woman. “Thanks for coming. I was so afraid that you had decided . . . . . . . “
“Shhhhhhhh baby. It took me a while to figure it all out. But you were right, baby. We both want a baby, and I have not been what anyone would call a good husband to you.” The new arrival stopped talking, choking back tears. “Are you really dying, baby?”
The tears sprang into Staci’s eyes as she choked back a sob. She nodded, buying a bit of time. Yes, honey, I am. I’m sorry, but I am. But we still have time. We have lost less than a day with all this. And if I get pregnant tonight, won’t it be worth it?”
Bobbi nodded, somber, serious, and sober. “Yes baby. It WILL be worth it. You were absolutely right; there is nothing in the world that would make me happier than to have your baby to raise after you’re gone and to know that this is your child that you gave to me to love. I cherish your ability to think, even as you are going through all this horrible stuff. Thank you for being you, baby. Thank you so much.” Tears filled Bobbi’s pretty, perfectly made-up eyes.
“You know that you’re going to have to let them have fun with you tonight, right, baby?”
“Yeah, I know, babe. And I can live with that. I know that you wanted me here. I wish I had been man enough to be here sooner. Maybe I should say “woman enough.” Her red lips curled into a wry grin.
“You stretched your bum, right, honey, like I said to?”
Bobbi nodded.
“And you have your prosthesis on, right? The one that makes it look like you’re on the rag?”
Bobbi spluttered, trying not to laugh out loud. “Yes honey! That was a stroke of genius, I’ve got to say. God, the things you think of!” Bobbi lifted his dress, showing Staci the little white string hanging from his incredibly realistic pussy lips. Staci caressed them, feeling for his cock underneath his fake pussy lips.
“Deni did a great job on your nails and your makeup, baby!” She smiled at her as Bobbi blushed.
“You OK with getting cocks stuck up your ass and sucking them off, honey?”
“OK is a bit strong, baby, but I will do it for you. I will do anything for you, sweetheart.” The tears were back again.
“Good, because here comes your first man.” They both watched the medium height black man approach, his eyes checking out the body of the just-arrived white woman. Staci lowered her voice so that only Bobbi could hear her. “I am excited about getting to watch you lose your cherry baby!” Staci grinned from ear to ear.
She introduced the black man to her best girlfriend, Bobbi, then clued him in that her girlfriend wanted to support Wendell but was on the rag tonight but would be more than happy to accept his nice black cock in her bottom or her succulent red mouth.
The kindly man smiled, understanding the dilemma of being on the rag. Bobbi was relieved that he chose to enjoy her mouth. After taking a deep breath, Bobbi bent over and delicately raised the man’s shirttail. Staring at her was her first cock. She told herself, ‘You will suck this cock!’. She reminded herself that she was expected to suck it to completion. AND SWALLOW! She licked her lips nervously, tasting the disgusting taste of lipstick, inhaled, and took the black member into her mouth.
Staci explained to the man that her friend was single and did not really know how to suck cock very well. She explained that he should teach her by coaching her as she learned to please him. The man was pleased that he was one of her first experiences. Soon, Bobbi had begun to catch on to her chore. Her hands began to caress the soft black balls hanging below the plump cock she was pleasuring. Bobbi began to feel her own cock harden and ache.
She closed her eyes, trying to really get into her task. She felt another pair of hands caress her ass as she bent over, sucking the hard black cock. Then, without warning, a finger entered her anal passage. She sucked in a quick breath, almost gagging on the cock that was so nicely buried within her suckling cheeks.
Then, ever so gently, she felt a cock head touch her virgin rosebud. ‘Oh god,’ Bobbi thought. Here it goes! I am going to get double-fucked. Oh shit!’ Bobbi had a panic attack. He considered turning around and smacking the man who was intending to fuck her virgin white ass. ‘Well, just relax and enjoy! God am I glad that Staci had me stretch my asshole with that big black dildo plug!’
Bobbi tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth even as her tender anal cherry was ravished.
After another hour or so, all of the men who had come to support Wendell were deeply satisfied. Each had enjoyed their time with Staci, and each had enjoyed a few of the other wives of their friends. Many fantasies were experienced that night. A few affairs were started. Bobbi began to enjoy uninhibited sex in ways he could never have predicted.
The men were sure that Staci would be too tired to entertain them after she got home. But they were happily mistaken. With three bodies in their marital bed, Staci received not only Wendell’s sperm but also Bobbi’s for more than three hours of bliss. Staci watched Bobbi’s face as both he and Wendell enjoyed her ripe body. She watched her beloved Bobbi watch her as she came over and over again. Bobbi became unshakably certain that it was him she loved and wanted to please.
And Bobbi finally learned that his wife loved him deeply. Further, he learned that her having sex with another man did not mean she did not love him.
Staci bore twins nine months later, to the day. The triplets named them Wendell and Robert. Nine months later, Bob and Wendell laid Staci to final rest.
Bobbi gained a good and trusted friend in Wendell. A friend that would stand by him through thick and thin as his beloved and sexy wife went through her pregnancy with their child and then her long, excruciating slide of inoperable cancer.
Wendell and Bobbi lived under the same roof for the eighteen years it took to raise their boys. Wendell Junior’s white skin, quick intelligence, sense of humor, and huge penis made him the hot catch at the high school they went to.
Robert Junior’s dark skin, athletic ability, intelligence, and baby doll eyes got him elected as the Homecoming King in both his junior and senior years.
Both lost their virginity to the same woman on the same night and in the same place. After her total and complete pleasuring, Deni told the young men the story you had just read.
The End.
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