It’s been over a year since Brandi left with my best friend, Lee. I received papers several months after she left, signed them and that was that. She’s no longer with Lee, and I thought a couple times of trying to contact her, but every time I closed my eyes I could still see her wiggling on Lee’s giant cock, so . . .
I’m married to a sweet gal by the name of Anna now, but that’s getting ahead of my story. Brandi called a while before my own marriage took place, and said she was getting married again to a man named Leon. She wanted to drop by and get some of the things she’d left behind, so I agreed. She arrived with her new husband to be, Leon, and he wasn’t what I expected at all. Leon is short and plump, starting to go a bit bald, not at all like someone the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known would select. I found out later that Leon is worth about one hundred and thirty million dollars though. He seemed like a nice enough guy, despite all that wealth. Leon had to fly out later that day, so Brandi stayed and sorted through the things she wanted to ship and I called Good Will about the other stuff. As I loaded several boxes into the trunk of her rental, I saw her suitcase and asked where she was staying. She didn’t have a reservation anywhere, so I mentioned she could stay there, quickly adding that the place had two guest rooms and was quite large, as she already well knew. We’d lived there as husband and wife for over ten years.
I carried her suitcase inside and fixed her a Gin and Tonic, as I recalled she liked. We felt at ease with each other, very comfortable as we always had. On our third drink, we walked out to the patio and stood near the pool. Without thinking, I said, “You look good here.”
She looked a little sad, put down her drink and touched my face with her hand. Then she kissed me, her tongue sweet as wine. I pulled her against my hard cock, kissing her back urgently. After she caught her breath, she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this for over a week. Take me to bed.”
While we were married, I’d always held her beauty in awe, treating her with the respect someone like her deserved. In short, I’d never done much more than the old missionary with her all those years. After seeing all the things through our guest room window that she’d done with old “Big Cock” Lee though, I vowed this time would be different. I locked the front door as I went through, and she was already undressed by the time I got to our old bedroom, crawling onto the pillows. I quickly dropped my pants, kicked off my sandals, and pulled my t-shirt over my head almost frantically. I was painfully aware of the smallness of my dick after witnessing her and Lee together. He’d been hung like a horse, and I fleetingly wondered if she’d be satisfied with my cock after riding something like that. It didn’t matter. I would be. What I wanted to do, was jump her bones and just pound away until I got relief, but I forced myself to slow down and enjoy every moment of what might well be the last time I ever got to fuck my ex.
I hovered over her, letting her suck my tongue, taking hers in return. We kissed for several minutes, then I licked down her neck, took her nipple between my lips, then my teeth, loving it, biting it, making her grunt with a little pain, and pure pleasure. When she was finally lifting her hips off the bed, rolling them, I kissed down her flat, brown tummy, sticking my tongue into her belly-button, lathing it, leaving it wet as I traveled down farther. I caught a whiff of her scent as she lifted up to meet me trying to make contact, but I worked around her center, kissing and licking her inter-thighs, taking time to study her now shaved and waxed pussy. That was something new for her and it intrigued me. Her cunt lips were partially open, glistening with wetness. I groaned, and unable to drag this out any longer, I ran my tongue from one end of her slit to the other, savoring the taste, her smell, and texture of wet pussy walls against the side of my face. She bucked upward and grasped my hair in her hands, holding my face there as she squirmed around on it. Just as she seemed ready to cum, I forced her hands away and retreated, hearing a faint groan of protest.
When she’d calmed down a bit, I started flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, continuing until I had her sobbing. I scooped the juices from her pussy with my tongue, swallowing it. It tasted like ambrosia to me. I pulled her legs up, locked them behind the crooks of my arms and licked her little puckered anus. She went wild - completely. She came so hard she nearly threw me off, but I held her and continued attacking her asshole until she finally quieted down except for a few soft whimpers. Then I very gently, went back to her sopping wet snatch again, licking around the edges, flicking the clit, scooping her juices with my tongue until she started pushing back against my mouth again. I raised myself over her, let her taste her own juices on my mouth, and slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. Frantically, she tried climbing me, her nails drawing blood on my back, her teeth in my shoulder. Her orgasms came so fast then, that I didn’t know when one of them ended and another began, but it was almost continuously until I finally couldn’t take it any longer and emptied my balls into her, cumming like freight train. Even then, she kept humping against my deflating cock until I finally rolled off her. She immediately went down and licked my dick and balls clean, something that would’ve been unheard of during our marriage. Needless to say, I was in heaven.
With her head on my chest, we both dozed a while. Then I felt her hands on my cock again, and it begin to stiffen. She whispered softly, “I still love you, you know.”
All I could say, was, “Me too.” My eyes closed as I felt her mouth on my cock, licking the head, sucking it inside. When I was completely hard, she rolled over on her hands and knees. “Put it inside me again,” she said. Eager to comply, I knelt behind her, my cock at her entrance, but instead I lowered my head and licked her cunt, then her puckered ass hole. I never wanted this to end. It was what I’d dreamed about for twenty years we were married. If there had been a positive about her cheating on me with my friend Lee, it was this transformation. She stretched her arms out to the sides, offering up her ass to me, vulnerable, waiting. Licking her cunt again, I pressed a thumb against her puckered anus and she grunted softly, pushing backward. I shoved it inside and she sighed deeply. Still licking her cunt, I worked it around and she worked with me, letting me know it was all right. What a different woman this was, than the one I’d been married to for all those years. I moved up kneeling behind her, wet my cock in her juices and pressed my cock against her throbbing anus, pushing gently as it opened to allow entry. With a pop, I was inside. I rested, waiting a bit for her protest, but it never came so I pushed deeper, watching as her fingers clutched the bedspread, listening to her labored breathing. Finally, my belly was against her ass and she began making tiny circles with her ass-cheeks, against me. I could feel her pussy, wet and warm against my swaying balls, excited because I knew it was full of my cum from our recent fuck. In fact, I was so excited my thighs were trembling, and I was shaking all over. I slowly withdrew and then just as slowly, eased back in, watching her asshole suck me in. After several of these, she grew impatient and started slamming backward into my thrusts. The ground rules established now, I settled in, driving into her ass hard with each thrust, as she loudly grunted her pleasure. We were soon fucking mindlessly like a couple of animals, and I realized she was also rubbing her sopping wet pussy with her other hand. I came so hard I nearly blacked out. It seemed like her climax would never end, riding my cock even though I was unable to move anymore. Eventually, it did though and we finally collapsed together, totally wiped out.
I’d never been happier. It was as though after all the years she’d denied me, she was now determined to let me do as I wished with her. Okay, I’d take a guilt fuck. She rolled over, facing me, her face red, either from our efforts, or her embarrassment. She reached up, kissing me gently. Then she went to sleep. She stayed with me three days, letting me live every fantasy I’d been denied during our marriage. She married Leon a month later, and I married Anna a couple months after that. I didn’t know at the time, but that was not to be the last time I’d get together with my ex.
Where Brandi was blonde and leggy like a runway model, Anna was dark-eyed and tiny with long auburn hair. Her body was tanned dark brown, all over. I loved her tan-browned tits. I guess that after all my pain, I just wanted something completely different than the beautiful blonde hair, blue-eyed beauty I’d been married to. Not to say that Anna wasn’t striking. She was small, but with a terrific body and a beautiful smile. I loved her, but truthfully, I’d never give as much of my heart to anyone again as I had given to Brandi. Our honeymoon was in the Islands and our first year absolutely delightful, especially in the sex department. Anna was energetic and inventive, willing to experiment and try anything once. I’d learned my lesson with Brandi, so I was always willing to accommodate her. One of the things I liked most was watching her tiny body frantically twisting on my dick like a bug on a pin. My cock was smaller than Lee's had been, but it looked giantanic inside such a small frame. I got off almost instantly on that, and I believe she had a little narcissistic streak that made it painfully enjoyable for her as well.
Sometimes when I wasn’t really in the mood, she’d show up in some wild get-up, and start role-playing. At times, she wanted to be a helpless victim, raped into exhaustion by a burglar, and others, she was a dominatrix, wanting to be in total control. It was never dull. During our first “rape” role play, I found out that she wanted me to enter quickly before she got wet so she could experience what an actual rape victim would feel. I took it easy at first, but after a scolding I really laid into her. She’s so tiny and I knew it had to hurt, but I was rewarded when she finally went ballistic, nearly fucking me to death that night. Her favorite? Having her pussy eaten. She’d let me do that all day if I would.
Then, a couple months ago right out of the blue, we got an invite from Brandi and Leon to join them to celebrate Brandi selling her first oil painting. I never even knew she could paint. We declined of course, but when the phone rang and Brandi talked a long time with Anna, it was sealed. We would go. On the way there, I stated to Anna that it must’ve been for Leon’s money that Brandi married him. She laughed, and said, “Brandi told me he has the largest tongue she’s ever seen! It’s almost four inches long, she told me!”
I was stunned that women even told each other these things. I stammered, “I just thought he had a big cock, like Lee.”
“Well, she said it’s not much longer than yours, but as thick as a beer can.”
“You guys actually talked about something like that?” I said.
They had a large estate in Maine, and a stable of riding horses. Leon was a great host. On our first night there we all went out to dinner, and every guy in the place was ogling our two beauties. Anna looked ravishing, and Brandi, well, was Brandi. Anna wore a short flared skirt and heels that showed off her perfect legs - Brandi, tight-fitting blue jeans and heels. Leon paid Anna a lot of attention, so I got to spend time speaking with Brandi. We had too much to drink and once back inside their mansion, we all turned in. The next day I slept late, everyone else seemingly out doing their thing, so I decided to explore the place. Leon had said it was fifty acres, ten of which were manicured and the rest forested with riding trails for their stables. I saw a garden house and a separate guest cottage, and headed that direction. I climbed several steps to a wooden deck running around the guesthouse, and rounding a corner, heard sounds coming from a nearby gazebo. Moving further around the deck, I saw Anna lying on a stone table like a sacrificial lamb, her legs spread wide, Leon feasting between them. I was struck dumb by the spectacle. Even from where I was, I could see at least three or four inches of tongue as it lathed her nether regions, hear his loud slurping. Anna’s face was turned toward me and I could see she was in bliss, moaning, “Ohhhhh, baby. Oooooh, baby . . .”
“No,” I wanted to scream at them. “First Brandi, and now Anna? No!” But I didn’t. I just stood and watched as Anna practically went out of her mind, my cock so hard it would cut glass.
I recalled how they'd been talking last night, their heads close together, totally obsorbed in each other. I'd been so submerged in Brandi I'd just not really seen what was taking place before my eyes. Anna loved to be eaten and she'd probably had Leon's tongue on her mind ever since she and Brandi had discussed it. I watched for about five minutes and Anna must’ve cum three times, at least. Leon finally backed away, and dropped his pants around his knees. His cock was rock hard sticking straight out. Not too long, it was, as Brandi had told Anna, incredibly thick. It’ll never go inside her, I thought, looking at Anna’s small frame, her tiny shaved vagina. He wrapped his fingers in her long hair and pulled her head down toward the cock-head. She licked all around it. There was no way she could swallow it. Now that it was wet, Leon positioned himself behind her again and pushed that knob against her lathered-up pussy, clinching his ass cheeks and grunting with the effort. After a while he had it about half-way in, pausing to rest briefly. Anna squirmed around on his pole like she was pinned there, moaning pitifully. It looked very painful, and I suppose it was. Leon was relentless though and finally, after about five more minutes of grunting and pushing, he somehow got it all inside her, his plump belly resting against her ass. Then without any warning what-so-ever, he began hammering into her - and Anna simply went wild. I watched the pinkness of her vaginal walls being pulled outward by Leon’s gigantic cock, then as they were being pushing it back in, each time it brutally entered her. I could hear her soft cries, “oh . . .oh . . .oh . . .”
I touched my hard cock through my pants and it jumped against my palm.
“Poor guy. Just can’t get a break, huh?”
It was Brandi. She’d come up behind me unheard. I didn’t answer, embarrassed that I’d been caught watching. She walked up against my back, wrapping her arms around my waist, resting her head between my shoulder blades. “It’s my fault,” she said.
“How’s that?” I said, my mouth cotton dry.
“I told her about Leon’s slab of a tongue. That’s the way it was with me, too. Once I found out about Lee’s giant cock I couldn’t get it out of my mind until I’d had it. Some women are like that. Anna and I are.”
“She’s my wife,” I said hoarsely.
Brandi slid her hand down, touching my rampant cock. “You like to watch,” she whispered against the side of my neck.
I didn’t answer.
“You do. I know you watched me and Lee.”
I still didn’t answer, feeling her fingers wrap around the base of my dick.
“Come here,” she said. “Sit.”
I sit down in a wooden deck chair and she dropped a pillow between my feet, sitting on it. “Watch them,” she said as her fingers jerked my belt, opening my fly. I watched my wife and another man fuck as Brandi engulfed my cock in her warm mouth. Leon was just standing there now, not even moving as Anna hung limply on his beer-can-sized cock, her arms and legs dangling loosely to the sides. I know she likes to do that because it makes her feel helpless, but I vaguely wondered if this gigantically thick cock would ruin her for anyone else like me. Then her ass started moving against the stationary cock. Leon suddenly groaned and buried himself inside her all the way to his balls, clinching his ass as he came, grunting loudly with each spurt. Anna was whimpering like a small hurt puppy as she also came, over and over. And then, I was shooting my own load down Brandi’s milking throat. Exhausted when it was over, I hung my head for a moment and when I looked up I saw Leon and Anna’s backs retreating toward the stables.
Brandi was staring up at me, smiling softly. She suddenly stood, holding out her hand. “Come with me,” she said.
We went inside the guest cottage to one of the bedrooms where we undressed each other, spending the rest of the afternoon fucking it away.
The following morning, I got up late again. I never even knew when, or if, Anna had come to bed. I was that wasted from mine and Brandi’s all-afternoon sex marathon. I drank some coffee, and walked down to the stables where I saw Anna and Leon saddling up to take a ride. Anna climbed somewhat painfully into the saddle and Leon went to get his mount.
“I’m not used to riding,” she said. “And am I ever sore!”
“Probably that big horse you’ve been riding,” I said expressionlessly. She stared at me to see if I meant anything more, but my face was totally blank. I knew they’d been out in the woods yesterday fucking, and was now probably going back to do some more. I was hurt, but I also felt my cock surge a bit at the image it produced. She waved as they rode off, and I saw Brandi coming toward me from the main house.
“Want to go watch again?” she said.
“You sure?” She smiled brightly, climbed into a golf cart and waited. I finally got in beside her and she drove away.
We didn’t talk on the ride. She stopped on a small ridgeline in the trees, where we could see a wide place in the trail through an opening in the tree limbs. “How do you know they’ll come here?” I asked.
“This is where he brings all his women,” she answered. “This is where he brought me the first time.” She handed me a small but powerful set of binoculars and I focused them in on the spot.
Sure enough, I saw movement as they entered the clearing. Leon helped Anna down from her horse, roughly pulling her against his round belly, sticking his tongue down her throat. She looked like a child in his arms. His pudgy hands were on her ass, holding her tightly as she rubbed against him. Jealousy nearly overcame me at that point, but I felt Brandi’s hand on my crouch, and my dick was already hard. Anna slipped from her shorts as Leon spread a blanket on the ground. He lay down on it, his stubby cock sticking straight up, and she straddled him. Anna lowered her tiny frame onto his cock and it easily went right in this time, adding to my fears about her being stretched beyond my use. Still, I told myself that he’d probably been in there several times by now so there was little wonder. As I watched Anna, her head thrown back, eyes closed, sliding up and down Leon’s meaty pole, Brandi’s nimble fingers released my straining cock from its confides – the air felt cool, her hand warm – her mouth even warmer. With the powerful binos I could actually see Anna’s pink vagina lining being pulled from inside her and felt a rumbling deep in my loins. I fought it back, not wanting to cum yet. Just the thought of a huge cock like that inside my tiny wife’s pussy had me almost cumming already.
Anna must’ve been hot because she didn’t last long either, crying out loudly as she came on Leon’s fat cock, squirming around in the juices on his plump belly, crushing his lips beneath hers, opening her mouth for his tongue. As soon as her convulsions ceased, Leon flipped her onto her back and dove between her slender legs, licking from one end of her crack to the other. That did it for me. I came in Brandi’s working mouth, load after load, as she swallowed frantically. As Brandi nibbled and licked my soft cock, I watched Anna have three more orgasms, each more powerful than the one preceding it. Due to Brandi’s manipulations, my cock was getting hard again as I watched a shaky, weak-kneed Anna pulling on her panties. They rode away and Brandi pulled down her shorts, turned around to grip the back of the seat, and looked over her shoulder expectantly. I rammed it in as hard as I could, angrily fucking her until neither of us could stand up-right. She drove us back as I silently brooded beside her.
She stopped near the guest house and I got out. “I’m going to take my wife and leave in the morning. I’ll talk to Anna when she returns from her ride,” I said.
Brandi looked at me pityingly. “She may not go. Leon may not let her.”
“She my wife! Of course, she’ll go.”
Brandi came up and touched my arm. “Leon discards women as quickly as he does his shorts,” she said. “That he hasn’t discarded Anna yet, can only mean that he cares for her, a lot.”
I tried following this as my mind raced. “You mean she may care for him, too?”
“That little girl is completely addicted to his particular method of having sex,” Brandi said. “She may not want to give it up . . . yet. Give her some time.”
After dinner, I didn’t simply go to bed. I took Anna’s hand and led her to our room. Inside, I told her, “Pack up tonight. We’re leaving in the morning.”
She looked surprised. “Don’t be silly. We just got here, and it’s a wonderful vacation. I’m enjoying myself.”
I placed both hands on her shoulders, staring into her large brown eyes. “Anna, I know you and Leon have . . . something going on. That’s over. We have to leave.”
She laughed shakily. “Me and Leon? That’s ridiculous”
“Anna, I saw you in the woods today.”
“. . . oh.”
She pulled away and went to sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her lovely legs. “What is it you think you saw?” she asked.
“I saw him performing oral sex on you . . . how you responded. I saw you before too. I saw him fuck you in the gazebo, Anna.”
She stood, smoothing her dress. “I guess the jigs up then,” she said, walking up and lying her head against my chest. “I’m sorry.” After a moment, she said, “Brandi told me about his unnatural-sized tongue and what he likes to do. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. He must’ve sensed it somehow because he just kept after me until I let him do it. Then, I let him again.”
“How many times? Don’t lie.”
“Maybe five . . . six . . . more times a day. I can’t say no. He knows it.” She looked up, her expression slowly changing. “How did you know about all this?”
I must’ve looked guilty, I looked away.
She laughed, shortly. You watched us!” Her hand suddenly reached down, wrapping itself around my half-swollen cock. “You liked it!” She laughed again, this time longer.
My cock jumped and she squeezed it firmly. She put her lips against my throat, whispering now. “Did you see how long his tongue is? God, can you imagine how it feels to have a quarter pound of wet tongue sliding between your legs?” She squeezed my cock again and I couldn’t move. She went on, “Did you see his cock? It’s three times to size of yours. It really hurt that first time, but now, oh, now . . . I’m so wet just talking about it.”
“Don’t do this Anna,” I whispered hoarsely.
“What? This?” she said as she squeezed my rock hard cock again. “Know what I’m going to do now darling? I’m going down to Leon’s room and this time I’m not sneaking around about it. I’m going to fuck him right in his own bed.”
She released my dick and swayed sexily to the door, opening it. She smiled back at me. “Wantta come watch?” Then she was gone.
Knees shaky, I walked to the edge of the bed and collapsed on it, my mouth so dry I couldn’t swallow. I would not follow her and watch. If she didn’t come with me, I’d leave without her. An image of her and Leon in the woods forced itself into my mind and I touched my jerking cock. Then I rose, and walked down the hallway to the main bedroom. The door was standing ajar for me, the way Anna had left it. I could already hear her moaning.
Leon had her on her knees, swiping her entire crack with his tongue like it was a thick credit card. She was pushed back against it, squirming and trying to cum on his face. Her face was turned toward me and I found our eyes locked. She smiled, closing her eyes as she suddenly grunted at something he did to her. Leon raised up on his knees and moved forward, his grotesquely fat dick sticking straight out. He slide it up and down her slit a few times, then held it aimed directly at her puckered anus. As it made contact, he looked at me, grinning evilly, and then he thrust viciously. It didn’t go in of course. Some things are just not meant to happen. Anna grunted in pain, but surprised me when she didn’t try to pull away. She just lay there opened up for him to try again. He viciously ground his huge cock head against the tiny puckered opening, as I watched her face twist with pain, astonished that she was pushing backward, helping him. It didn’t matter, something that size wouldn’t fit. Finally, he lowered his aim and still grinning at me, slammed it to the balls into her open pussy. She screamed, but almost instantly was squirming against his fat belly as though wanting even more. It was more than I could take, and I came- hard.
I stumbled back to our room and fell onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. The door opened quietly and when I opened my eyes I saw Brandi standing there. She slipped off her dress and there was nothing beneath it. Crawling across the bed, she cuddled against me. “You saw?” she asked.
I didn’t answer.
“You’re a good man, David.”
I snorted. “Yeah, a good man. I just like to watch my wife get fucked by other men.”
She raised up to her elbows, staring at me. “In the total scheme of things, in a world full of killing, torture and mayhem, how bad is that, really? I mean, it’s just two people making each other feel good. That you like to watch them give pleasure to each other, is that bad?”
I sighed heavily. “I don’t know. I can’t help myself though.”
“Do you love her?”
“She’s my wife, Brandi!”
“Do you love her?”
I didn’t answer and that was enough for her. “You love me, don’t you?”
I turned and took her in my arms. “Oh baby, why did you hurt me? Leave me like that?”
“I couldn’t help myself,” she said, giving my own answer back to me. After a while, she said, “You love me but you’d still like to see me have sex with someone.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow, with or without Anna.”
“She won’t go, but I will if you want me to.”
I laughed. “And leave 130 million dollars?”
She smiled, “You didn’t really think I’d marry a slob like Leon for his tongue alone, did you? We signed a contract. If I leave I get 10 million dollars, this house and the ski lodge. There are a few other things thrown in, but it’s tight and it’s legal. You’d never have to work again.”
“I don’t have to work now,” I said.
“Tomorrow night is our party. There’ll be a number of beautiful people there, both men and women. Leon gives one like this monthly. Anything goes.”
“Hummm,” I said, non-commitedly.
She hugged me. “I promise I won’t sleep with anyone unless you watch and approve of it.”
“How will I know?”
“I’ll look at you and you can shake your head if you don’t want me to. I won’t.”
My mouth went dry just thinking about it. “How do I . . . you know, watch?”
Brandi laughed softly. “Leon has a media room with several monitors. There are cameras around and I know where they are. I’ll go where you can watch. It’ll give me pleasure knowing I’m providing you with pleasure. Okay?”
A sharp cry drifted to us from down the hall. Seems Anna had reached her peak again “Lucky girl,” Brandi said, stretching luxuriously.
Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. I lowered between her long tan legs, catching a faint whiff of her scent as I got close, alerting me as to the level of her arousal. Licked her vulva and found it wet. She moaned softly, “Thank you.”
Then I began licking in earnest.
The party folks arrived right on time, and Brandi was right; they were beautiful. Food and drinks just kept coming, served by two scantly-clad black girls, wearing leopard-skin thongs and little else. Two hours into the evening, Leon had already disappeared three times with different women. It seemed word of his tongue wasn’t a secret. Along with all the other men there was a dwarf who seemed trying to put his nose in Brandi’s ass all evening. He kept supplying her with drinks so he could stay close. There was also a bull of a black guy with a shaved head and an earring, who shadowed Brandi all evening. I had the opportunity to inquire about him.
“That’s Duncan, only one name. He’s always after me. I’m not prejudice, but black men just don’t appeal to me. He is insistent though.”
A little later I saw them standing by the door, Brandi looked as she might be leaving with him. She stared at me for a moment and when I didn’t shake my head, she went out with him. My breath coming raggedly, I hurried to the media room, and went inside where I locked the door. On one of the monitors I saw Brandi and the black guy entering the guest house.
“I’ll get us a drink,” I heard Brandi say. On another TV I saw the big guy enter the bedroom and take off all his clothing. When he removed his shorts, I froze. He might’ve been even larger than Lee, my friend who had stolen Brandi from me. I remembered watching her that first time, and how she’d struggled trying to take Lee’s mammoth organ. Duncan lay down on the bed with his legs spread, his half-hard cock looking like a large sausage against his thigh. Brandi entered and when she saw what she was in for, also froze.
“Get bare, girl” he said. “Climb on this thing.”
Still staring at him with growing apprehensive, Brandi dropped her dress. There was nothing beneath it. She crawled onto the bed and picked up his limber cock, staring at it. Then she shrugged and started licking the head. It was standing tall and throbbing within a minute. I saw now that it was even larger than Lee’s, both thicker and longer. She had left me once she’d sampled Lee’s monster cock. What would she do once she’d had this one?
Her mouth barely fitting over the large crown, she began sucking. After a moment, he lifted her effortlessly and sat her down on his cock. She just sat there like a bird on a fence post. It wasn’t going in someplace that small. Brandi finally started moving around on it, straining to push herself down. It was clear she wanted it, but it looked doubtful. Crawling to the bed stand, she removed a tube of something, maybe K-Y jelly, put some on her hands and started sliding them up and down Duncan’s thick slab of meat. She smeared more
on her vagina and climbed back on, looking determined. This time several inches made it inside, but she still appeared in obvious pain. It was another five minutes before Duncan’s member was in as far as it could go, fully a third remaining beneath her. After a brief rest, she began slowly sliding up and down on it, grimacing as the unnatural invader pushed tender flesh before it.
Finally, the big man rolled over on top of Brandi, pinning her beneath him. She looked like she was staked to the ground with a large post. Without preliminaries, he began thrusting violently into her, his big thigh muscles straining with each effort. She tossed her head back and forth, pushing against his chest, “Wait, please just wait for a minute.”
He ignored her, grunting, his ass clinching as he hammered her. “Now you’ll see how a Nigger fucks, white girl. You’ll love black cock before the night’s through.”
She continued pleading and trying to fight him off for another five minutes, but he was too strong. Finally, she fell back as though exhausted, her arms and legs lying out to the side like a rag doll. He didn’t seem to care, the muscles bulging in his huge thighs and buttocks as he just kept battering her poor cunt ruthlessly. I was appalled - but terribly excited too, clutching my throbbing cock, fighting to breathe as I watched Brandi’s limp legs flying off the bed with each brutal thrust. His cock, shiny and wet now, seemed to be trying to pull her pussy walls out each time it left her tight-fitting hole. I heard her whimper “please . . .” but the brute just grinned down at her, hammering away.
“Don’t hurt her. Please don’t hurt her,” I begged, but my cock continued to leak and I couldn’t look away.
Suddenly I noticed Brandi’s legs were no longer limply flying around. Her bent knees were now hugging the man’s large black hips, her hands gripping his shoulders. Then her arms slid around his neck, her mouth urgently searching for his tongue as she clutched him between her trembling legs. I heard her moan and this time it wasn’t with pain. Suddenly she was trying to climb him, straining to get more of his black meat inside her. Then she simply went wild, climaxing so hard she spurted. As she calmed down, trying to come down from such a hard climax, he never let up, still pounding away at her. Soon she was clutching his ass and moaning into his open mouth again, sliding her tongue between his thick lips, straining her body upward to capture more of his cock, cumming again just as he did – and me.
I almost blacked out from the intensity of it. When I could focus again, I cleaned up with the box of tissue setting there and saw he’d rolled partway off Brandi, lying to the side, half his soft cock still inside her clinging pussy, her pink cunt-lining showing around his black meat as it tried to suck more back inside. I had another instant boner. Slowly, the rest of his softening cock slid out like a long black snake leaving its hole. A thick white river of cum followed it, standing out against the tan of Brandi’s thigh. Brandi uttered a soft protest at the sudden emptiness, but otherwise didn’t move. The damned thing still looked like a huge wet sausage lying against his thigh. A few moments later Brandi’s hand found it and started slowly stroking up and down. She obviously wanted more. She rose up and licked the glistening head, then up and down the long shaft, taking his balls into her mouth, working each one hungrily. After a couple minutes of this, his black cock was hardening again and as soon as it was stiff enough she positioned herself over it and began working the giant head inside her again. With her hands on his chest to control her descent, she lowered herself onto it until she could go no farther, a third still showing beneath her ass. It had gone in easier this time, but apparently not pain free. She sat there trying to grow accustomed to its size again but he didn’t let her, immediately grasping her waist and thrusting rapidly upward into her. Brandi’s face twisted with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she rushed toward another mind-shattering explosion, frantically squirming around on it like a bug on a pinhead. All three of us reached there at the same time.
After he was through cumming the big man just roughly pushed her off, to fall on her side. I could see her gaping pussy and all the stuff running from it. It looked like at least a quart. He got up and started dressing without a word to her. Brandi moved up to sit against the headboard, hugging her knees.
“You bastard,” she said quietly, but with venom. “You hurt me.”
He laughed. “You liked it.”
“I hate you.”
He laughed again. “Maybe, but in a few days you’ll think about it and start climbing the walls for more of this black meat, little white bitch.”
“I won’t,” she said.
“I’ll just leave my card in case you change your mind – which you will.” He walked over and stood with his back toward her and the camera, and when he turned around he held her drink. He handed it to her. “Here, looks like you need this.”
She gulped it down in a single swallow, as he watched with more than a passing interest. A moment later, the glass slipped from her hand, and she started crawling toward the foot of the bed, only to collapse on her stomach. I could see she was still awake, but she looked dazed.
The bastard put something in her drink, I thought angrily.
The door opened and the dwarf walked in “Hey Bro,” he said.
“Hey Pug. I got her ready for you. What was that shit? It works fast.”
The dwarf laughed nastily. “It don’t put ‘em out, just makes them docile.”
“Well, she’s all yours now,” the black man said as he walked out. “Some fine pussy though.”
I knew I should go in and stop it right here, but I was curious, and excited. I mean, what man doesn’t dream of having a woman in that condition so he can do whatever he wants? I’d wait just a minute or two, then I’d rush down there.
“Pug” stared at Brandi’s naked body for a minute, then he crawled onto the bed. He spread the cheeks of her ass, looking at her flooded cunt and puckered asshole, running his fingers through her slit for a few minutes. He stuck most of his hand inside her, but her expression didn’t change. Then he turned her onto her back, and moved up to her face. Unzipping his trousers, he extracted an incredible dick for a man of his size. It wasn’t nearly as large as what she’d just had, but it was thick and formidable – and it was ugly – purple crowed, darkly vained, and knobby-looking, curving upward at a sharp angle. I remembered what he’d told the other man, that Brandi could still see and feel, she just couldn’t move. He moved closer to her face.
“Ohhhh, this is gonna taste so good, you little slut. You’re such a snotty, high-toned bitch, looking down your nose at me all the time. Bet you never thought you’d be sucking my dick, huh?”
With thumb and forefinger, he pursed her lips together in a mock kiss, and rubbed his cock head around on them with bliss, precum leaving a trail. With his other thumb and forefinger, he held her nose until she opened her mouth, then he moved forward, sticking his knobby cock all the way down her throat until his hairy balls were resting on her chin. Then he started fucking her face with long hard strokes, grunting with each one. In less than two minutes he clinched his ass cheeks, held it in all the way to its base, and moaned loudly, “Ahhh, drink that you high-classed slut!”
Breathing hard jagged breaths, he left his deflating cock in her throat for a while resting, then he extracted it and traced her pouty lips with his finger. “Such a sweet mouth. I’ll be back here later, in case you haven’t had enough yet.”
Showing unusual strength for his size, he flipped Brandi over on her stomach and lifted her to her knees, her chest still resting on the bed. I’d already cum twice but my cock was hard again. Incredible! I watched as he
positioned himself behind her, his cockhead resting against her puckered anus.
“Ummmm, I have dreamed about this for months.”
I could see Brandi’s face by the way she was lying, and saw that her fear-filled eyes seemed to be pleading to the camera, but she was incapable of moving. Only her eyes moved as he began his entry. They grew wider and rounder as I watched his cock slowly disappear between the spread cheeks of her ass. I could hear the little freak grunting as he fought to get his over-sized cock into such a dry confined place. I could’ve cut glass with my own cock it was so hard. His entry seemed to push more and more of the other man’s cum from her pussy lips, and it now ran onto the bedspread like a small river. When I looked again, he was sunk all the way to his balls inside her. For a man so small, he had incredibly large sacs, and they seemed to me moving like something alive.
“Now baby, get ready for the ride of your life,” he said with glee as he started hammering into her ass. Each time he withdrew I could see him pulling the lining of her anus with it, then viciously back up to the balls again. He’d already cum once, so he took it slow this time, enjoying the spectacle of her lovely ass below him. He would start to labor, breathing hard, then he’d stop for a time waiting until his balls settled down again - than he would plow into her tortured asshole again. He and I both came at the same time. It seemed to take forever for both of us to return to normal breathing.
I watched as he moved back around to her face, waving his cock in front of it. “Smell good, Sweetie? Gonna taste just as good, too,” he said grabbing her nose again. When she opened her mouth to breath, he shoved his cock in all the way to his balls, rolling his ass around as he laughed. “Keep sucking Babe. I wantta cum again. Maybe I’ll reward you with a little fuck then.”
He remained with Brandi for almost two hours, using every hole she had several times, sometime interchangeably. I had never cum four times in a single night. I did this night though.
The next morning Brandi was so pissed at me she wouldn’t even look at me, let alone speak. By the afternoon I’d apparently groveled enough to regain a little trust, but she wasn’t happy about the whole thing.
“Look Hon, I didn’t know what games you had set up. I just thought it was all part of the show,” I said as innocently as I could.
“Do you honestly think I’d let that little troll do something like that to me if I had a choice?”
I took her in my arms. “I’m really sorry, Honey. I am.” After a few moments, I said, “What about Duncan, the black guy? How was that?”
“He hurt me.”
“Ummm. So you’re not going to see him again?”
“No . . . of course not.”
“Big cock though, huh? Bigger than Lee.”
She licked her lips before answering, so I knew she’d been thinking about it. “Too big to enjoy. And, he was an animal.” She licked her lips again.
“I’ve never seen anyone cum so much in my life. I’ll bet he’d stored-up a quart to release inside you.”
She looked away, but not before I saw her eyes shining. “Let’s not talk anymore about it, okay?”
I’d started getting a hard-on just talking about it again. I knew that within a couple of days she’d be thinking about that huge cock and, as the black man had said, “Be climbing the walls for some more black meat.” She’d left me for Lee’s cock and this guy was even bigger. She wouldn’t be able to resist it for long. I hated the thought, but it also excited me terribly.
Three days later Leon and Anna went into the city to catch a floor show. Brandi said she wanted to spend the day painting, and I had the day all to myself by the pool. Around 2:00 PM I was dozing when I thought I heard a car drive up. I grabbed a beer and was just in time to see the broad shoulders of Duncan disappear inside the Gallery. Leon’s mansion was set up like a large “U” the closed end being the main entrance of the house, living room library and main dining room. The leg on the right was where the main bedroom, a guest suite, and a painting gallery for Brandi’s work, were located. Both areas were very large. The other side was a rec area, sun room, smoking room, wine storage and in the back, a kitchen. It was also where the Media Room I’d been in earlier was located. The open part of the “U” was a courtyard and swimming pool area. My mind buzzing, I followed him toward the sitting room area, catching a glimpse of Brandi as I did. The maid usually met visitors, but I was aware she was also off today. When I got to the main suite area, I found the large double doors locked. I immediately headed for the media room across the courtyard.
I was in luck. The door to the media room was unlocked. I went in and locked the door behind me. There was a large panel with the names of each room written on it. I flipped the switch indicating it was the Gallery, and saw Duncan and Brandi there, Duncan seated in a chair and Brandi on the couch. Turning up the speakers, I heard Duncan say, “ . . . on business so I thought I’d stop and pay my respects.”
“That’s very kind of you, but my husband is away today. Please call before you come next time, Mr. Duncan, and I’ll see that he’s available.” Brandi looked cool and calm as she spoke.
Duncan just stared at her for a time, a half smile playing at his thick lips. Then he got up and went to sit down beside her on the couch. That was the first indication Brandi showed of any discomfort, drawing back from him just a bit.
“You scared of me?” he asked, still smiling.
“No. If you want to leave a message for my husband, I’ll be glad to give it to him.”
Duncan’s smile grew bigger. “Tell him his wife has the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.”
“Leave, Duncan. Now.”
Quick as a flash, he reached out and grabbed her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Brandi tried pulling away, but he held firm until she quit doing it. Then he rolled the nipple around, studying her expression. “You been thinking ‘bout my cock, haven’t you?”
“Damn you, stop it,” she hissed.
“Give me your hand,” he said, squeezing her nipple a little harder to show her he was in command. He took her hand and pushed it down against the huge bulge resting against his thigh.
She said, “. . . don’t.”
This time it sounded more like a plea though, as he forced her fingers to encircle the growing appendage through his trousers. He didn’t reply, just used his fingers to make her massage his thickening cock. “Please, don’t,” this time a definite plea, but lacking conviction. My cock was also growing and I was finding it harder to breath, as I could see Brandi was.
“Been thinking about this?” he said, watching her closely.
“No!” She looked down, her long hair hiding her face. I heard her say, “Maybe - a little.” She looked back up, breathing through her mouth now, licking her lips the way she did when she was becoming aroused.
“Don’t lie to me, girl. You been craving it. Tell me.”
“No . . . okay . . . I have . . . but I won’t do it with you anymore.”
“Because you’re too big. You hurt me.”
“You liked it.”
She licked her lips again, now staring at his cock through his trousers. She seemed to be holding her breath as he unzipped his pants, pulling it free. I heard Brandi gasp just before she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, almost seeming to swoon as she did. Smiling, Duncan lay back. “Go ahead white girl. You know you will, so just go ahead and do it.”
Brandi lowered her head and took the head of his cock into her warm mouth. Her eyes were closed. Leon had put good speakers in his media room, and I could hear the sounds she was making sucking on it, even hear the little mews of contentment she was making. After a little while Duncan wrapped his fingers in her hair, lifting her face, looking at her.
“You want that in you?” he asked bluntly. “All of it?”
“Yes. Don’t hurt me. Please.”
“I’ll hurt you if I want. You’re my bitch now. I’ll do what I want with you. Get bare.”
Brandi obediently rose and unzipped her dress, dropping it in a pool around her bare feet, completely naked beneath it. She appeared to be working in a trance. God was she beautiful though. My cock throbbed, jerking, wanting release, but I removed my hand, not wanting to go off. I watched as Duncan removed his pants and shirt. He was built like an ape - an ape with a cock like a horse.
“Bend over the back of the couch,” he said hoarsely.
She did as told, bracing her hands on the sofa back and spreading her long tan legs. He walked up behind her, positioning his cock at her opening, but then he didn’t move. After a short time, Brandi moaned impatiently, moving backward, lifting her ass to make it easier for him.
He laughed coarsely. “Want that black cock, huh white girl?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pushing backward again.
He grasped her hips in his hands and plunged forward, forcing the crown inside, along with about three inches of his thick cock. I swear it looked like a tree trunk. Brandi screamed sharply and tried pulling away.
“Stand still bitch. You knew what was coming.”
Duncan raised up on his toes, the muscles in his legs standing out as he strained, cramming his thick meat into a place it was never meant to go, one inch at a time until he had all but about a third inside her. Then as he’d done the time before, he didn’t wait for her to adjust. He just started pounding into her, brutally. For the first five minutes Brandi screamed, sobbing in pain, before she was able to adjust somewhat to his thick girth. Then it seemed as if she were hung-up on his shaft, the large, blood-filled crown inside her pussy lips, holding her there. I think it was the total helplessness of it all, that excited her most - just the knowledge that he could do anything he wanted to her and she couldn’t resist. I analyzed that she welcomed the punishment he gave her, due to her guilt over what she’d done to me, destroying our marriage. Whether that was true or not, I didn’t really know. But It was mesmerizing for me to watch her transition from a tortured sobbing victim, to a willing participant, and finally, into a sexual aggressor. She was up on her toes now, open, inviting, offering herself to him. His thick wet cock looked like a huge piece of lacquered teak sawing in and out of her, pulling her pink vaginal wall with it as it slid out, pushing it back inside her with each brutal thrust.
After a while he slowed down a little, as if he wanted to prolong the pleasure. I could tell he was getting close though because the cords of his bull-like neck were strained and his nuts had drawn up tight between his hairy legs. I also knew he was hitting bottom with each thrust, by the way Brandi was being viciously jarred against the back of the sofa. Then he grunted loudly, clinching his ass cheeks, and slamming it in to the balls. I wondered how much capacity a woman had to retain the fluid she received during intercourse. As I recalled the last time I’d watched Duncan fuck her, he’d cum like a breeding bull and it’d simply gushed out of her later. As full of cock as she now was, there was simply no place for his sperm to go. As he exploded inside her, white milky cum flowed from around the tight fit of her vaginal walls and his thick meat. I watched it roll down his shaft, coating his balls, only guessing at the way Brandi must feel as wads of it spattered her depths, drumming against her cervix. Each time he lunged into her, more milk shot out from around his cock. Brandi started moaning. Softly at first, but building into little cries, and then sobs until she was screaming hysterically as she clutched the back of the sofa.
I wasn’t even touching my cock, but it literally exploded, shooting halfway across the room before I could grab a tissue. I could feel wad after wad shooting from my balls, up the tube in my cock, and out the hole in the tip like a cannon. As intense as my orgasm was, Duncan and Brandi were still having theirs long after I was finished. I watched their extended pleasure in amazement, until he finally placed his hands on the small of her back and laid his head back, resting. When she was finished cumming she simply lowered her head, continuing to make little circle around on his cock with her ass, reluctant to let it end. He finally pulled out and a white river flowed from her hair-lined lips, coating both thighs, showing up brightly against her tan legs. I quickly switched cameras for a better angle and saw her pussy was gapping open large as a tea cup. I knew then, that the most beautiful and desirable woman I’d ever known was forever ruined for someone me.
“Turn around girl.”
She did, and Duncan placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing downward onto her knees. his soft cock swung limply now, hanging almost to his knees. “Clean up your man, girl,” he said.
She hesitated only briefly, then obediently did as he instructed. As she worked licking up and down his slimy shaft, and then down to his hairy black balls, he said, “You are one fine looking fox, girl. The brothers are going to love your sweet ass.”
“The bro . . .?”
“I share with my homeboys. You my bitch now, so it’s expected.”
“But I can’t . . .”
“Shut up. You do what I say now, bitch. I have business here for a couple more weeks. I’ll come by every two – three days until I leave. Then, you’ll be coming back to Detroit with me.” He grinned maliciously. “You gonna love Detroit, white girl. There’s five miles of black dick in Detroit.”