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    BBW Wife Is Taken

    26 January, 2018 (13:25) | Interracial Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    by BBW Lover (zooy10@yahoo.fr)
    Edited by Flying Fingers

    ***

    A man�s sexy bbw wife is taken and so is he. (M/MF,
    bbw, bi, intr, orgy, cuck)

    ***

    Marge was 26 and already a big girl when John met her.
    After 10 years together, she had grown huge. It had
    been her large breasts and curvy ass that had first
    attracted him to her, but now she was enormous all over
    and it had reached the point that John was having
    trouble getting aroused enough to have sex with her. It
    wasn�t that she didn�t want it; in fact she was hornier
    now then ever, but her body just didn�t do it for him
    as it once had.

    Although he sometimes felt bad about it and worried
    that she might find someone else, he knew she had
    become so embarrassed by her size that she would never
    go looking. He could sense her dissatisfaction and for
    the last few years their marriage had becoming
    strained.

    Such was the state of affairs when Leon joined John’s
    small company. Leon was a tall, muscular, black man
    five years John’s junior. One morning about a month
    Leon had hired on, the two stood outside the building
    having a cigarette. As they were talking, a chunky
    white woman walked by on the sidewalk about twenty feet
    away.

    Leon took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling a perfect
    smoke ring. To John’s surprise, Leon suddenly blurted
    out, “Oh, fuck me man, now that�s my kinda lady. Oh,
    yeah.” When John expressed surprise, Leon confessed
    that he’d always loved his women big and meaty. His
    curiosity piqued, John asked him just how big.

    Leon’s gaze stayed on the woman as she moved away from
    them. “The bigger the better, my man.” He took a final
    drag on his cigarette, flipped the butt onto the gravel
    driveway, then turned and looked John in the eye. “A
    big women can take my cock, all of it, the way no
    skinny bitch ever could….you know what I’m sayin’?”
    Then he grabbed his crotch and laughed. As they
    returned to the shop, John felt nervous and excited all
    at once.

    For reasons he couldn’t understand, John kept replaying
    that short conversation in his head for days afterward.
    When Leon invited John to a game of tennis at a nearby
    club, he eagerly accepted for the sole purpose of
    perhaps getting to see Leon naked. When the game was
    over, John found Leon already in the shower when he
    walked in.

    Though he tried to control it, he couldn’t help staring
    when he caught sight of the young man’s huge cock. It
    looked to John as if it must have been 8 inches soft
    and hung between his legs like a long length of black
    rubber pipe. He had to tear his eyes away as Leon
    casually soaped himself, letting his big dick flop
    about.

    That night he fucked Marge like a wild man, then
    repeated his performance the next night. Though he
    hated to admit it, by the weekend he was finally able
    to accept the fact that the reason for his sudden bout
    of horniness was Leon. Or, more correctly, the
    fantasies he was having about Leon and Marge together.
    Every time he had sex his wife, he pictured Leon
    fucking her and the thought got him so hot he would
    quickly explode.

    Although Marge didn�t complain, she finally asked what
    was going on to suddenly make him so hot. For awhile,
    John didn’t what to say, so he just kept quiet. He felt
    conflicted, both aroused and repulsed, but he finally
    told her all about Leon, though for the moment he left
    out the details of him fucking her, the part that was
    actually driving his fantasies.

    Now Marge became curious, asking what Leon’s cock
    looked like. She laughed, not believing John when he
    told her how big it was. “Baby, I�m telling you, its
    like a bloody horse cock, you wouldn’t believe it,” he
    said. “I almost don’t believe it myself and I saw the
    damn thing.”

    Two days later and another game of tennis followed by a
    shower. Leon spotted him looking and grinned as he
    grabbed his cock and held it out. “You should see this
    bad boy when it’s hard, buddy,” Leon smirked. “Find me
    a nice fat slut bitch and I�ll show you some time.” He
    paused to look at John. “If you can handle it, that
    is.” His words left John feeling uneasy, yet tingling
    all over.

    After their second encounter in the shower, John went
    nuts, fucking Marge hard every night. It was during
    their third straight night of sex, while John was
    humping her, that she whispered in his ear. “Your
    thinking about him again, aren�t you?” He didn�t reply,
    just increased the speed of his thrusting.

    She ran her tongue lightly against his ear. “You�d love
    to see me sucking his big black cock, wouldn’t you
    baby? It’s OK, you can tell me,” she said gently. Her
    words pushed him over the edge and he came hard then,
    his orgasm intense and drawn out. Though no words had
    passed between them, he realized by his actions that he
    had revealed his true desires to Marge. He didn’t know
    whether to feel relieved or frightened.

    Afterward, Marge asked most of the questions as they
    lay side by side in bed and talked about it. She tried
    to reassure her husband, telling him sweetly that she
    understood that it was OK, even normal, to fantasize
    about all kinds of things. John lay on his back in the
    darkened room, staring at the ceiling. Then, unable to
    stop himself and not really wanting to, he confessed to
    Marge about the conversation he had had with Leon at
    the shop and about how much Leon really loved big
    women.

    Marge turned to face him, brought her head down and
    kissed him lightly on the lips. “Not big all over like
    me, honey,” she said. “I think he probably just means
    busty women.” But John told her no, and then described
    in detail the woman they had seen walking near the shop
    and the conversation that followed. Now it was Marge
    who suddenly became quite, lost in her own thoughts.

    Two days later, without any warning, Marge showed up at
    the small machine shop that John owned. She walked over
    to where he stood, kissed him on the cheek and handed
    him a paper bag. “I brought you some lunch, sweetheart.
    Just as a little surprise,” she said sweetly. “I
    thought maybe you could use a break from all the
    vending machine food.” All the while she was talking to
    John she kept her head moving, her eyes scanning the
    shop floor.

    He took the bag and thanked her, but he was concerned.
    Showing up at his workplace unannounced was something
    she rarely did, especially lately, and normally John
    would have been pleased to see her. But as he looked at
    her today, he just felt uneasy. And he quickly realized
    why. She was much more dressed up than usual for such a
    visit, and though he thought she looked nice, even kind
    of sexy, it aroused his suspicions. She was wearing a
    tight, dark blue skirt that showed off her wide hips
    and thick legs, along with a yellow top that John had
    never seen before. It too was tight, accentuating the
    sheer size of her breasts.

    Leon was bent over a machine when she came in, but
    looked up when he heard the sound of a female voice. He
    walked over and calmly extended his hand to her.
    “Hello, you must be Marge,” he said, smiling broadly at
    her. She shook his hand, holding it longer than she
    should have. Her eyes were locked on his.

    “And you’re Leon, I presume,” she replied. John felt
    increasingly put out as the two stared at each other,
    ignoring him. Recognizing their immediate connection,
    John moved between them, hoping somehow to break it.

    “Thanks for stopping by, baby, I�ll see you tonight.”
    His tone of voice was dismissive, indicating that he
    wanted her to leave – now.

    Her eyes were still on Leon as she moved closer to her
    husband. She slipped her arm around his waist, brushing
    her large right breast against his midsection in the
    process.

    “Sure darling,” she said. “Listen, sweetheart, why
    don’t you bring Leon home with you for dinner tonight?”
    she asked. John heard the playfulness in her voice, he
    knew it so well, and it hurt because he knew he was not
    its intended target.

    She tightened her grip, moving still closer to him. Now
    he could feel the softness and warmth of her large
    breast through his thin T-shirt, along with another
    familiar sensation: the beginnings of an erection. “He
    sure looks like he could use a home cooked meal, honey,
    don’t you think?” Before John could open his mouth to
    object, Leon pounced, saying he would love to join them
    for dinner. Marge smiled at Leon, gave her husband a
    kiss on the cheek and walked away.

    “Man your woman is one fine looking piece of ass,” Leon
    said later as the two stood outside taking a mid-
    afternoon smoke break. “I could fuck her all night
    long.”

    John gave Leon a hard look. “Back off, will you man,
    that’s my wife you’re talking about.” His voice
    betrayed more anger than he intended.

    Leon just laughed, dropped his cigarette and ground it
    out under his work boot. “See, that’s the deal man.
    It’s always someone else’s wife I�m talking about.” He
    looked directly at John. “I don�t mean no disrespect,
    buddy. It’ll be OK.”

    At five o’clock quitting time John tried to slip away
    undetected, but when he reached his car he found a
    grinning Leon standing there with his arms folded,
    waiting for him. “Hey, man, I�ll just follow you home,
    OK?” John looked glumly at Leon and nodded his head.

    Once in his car, he rested his head against the
    driver’s window. There was a knot in his stomach and he
    was shaking. Feelings of anticipation and dread warred
    in his mind, threatening to overwhelm him. He closed
    his eyes and took half a dozen deep breaths, trying to
    steady himself.

    As he drove home, his feelings began to change. The
    idea of Leon in his home, near his wife, was now
    causing John to feel extremely angry. Thoughts of Leon
    and Marge together was also having another, undeniable
    effect, however. It made his cock as hard as steel. He
    was angry with himself for getting so horny, but the
    image of his nice, faithful wife Marge sucking on
    Leon’s swollen tool kept playing over and over in his
    mind, like an endless tape. The less he tried to think
    about it, the more the thought intruded. And, to his
    shame and confusion, the hornier he became.

    Leon was so pumped up that he sprinted from his car and
    was waiting for John to open the door to his house and
    then almost pushed past him once he did. Both men went
    straight to the sitting room where Marge was waiting
    for them. To John’s utter dismay he saw that she had
    changed clothes yet again. Now she was wearing a
    skimpy, black dress, another piece of clothing he had
    never seen before, either. He found himself wondering
    when she had bought it. And why. Certainly not for his
    benefit, he knew.

    The dress looked so slutty, so totally out of character
    for Marge that he hardly recognized her. It was too
    small, too tight, and the neck line was so deep that
    she showed deep cleavage along with a lot of her white,
    fleshy breasts. It was so incredibly short John was
    sure that if she moved she’d have the bottoms of her
    big, flabby ass cheeks right out in the open. Could she
    possibly be any more blatant, he wondered in disgust.

    Leon�s eyes where bugging out of his head and, once
    again, Marge was locked on him like John wasn�t even
    there. He opened his mouth to say something, but she
    cut him off. “Drinks, boys? I’ve got cold beer.” Before
    either man could reply, she turned and walked toward
    the kitchen.

    Both men stood watching, gob smacked, as Marge waddled
    away, her huge ass swaying from side to side in the
    tight confines of the dress as she struggled to walk in
    her brand new high heels. John’s stomach knotted when
    he saw a quick flash of white flesh, which meant she
    was wearing stockings. As if she knew they were
    watching, she reached behind her and tugged the tight
    dress down, trying to keep any more skin from showing.

    “Holy shit man, does she always dress like that?” Leon
    asked. His voice was raspy sounding, just above a
    whisper. John’s mind reeled. He felt like he was in a
    no win situation. If he said no, Leon would know she
    was dressing just for him. If he said yes, Leon would
    think his wife always looked like a total slut, no
    matter who or what the situation. Unable to think of a
    plausible response, he just grunted at Leon, telling
    him to sit down and be quiet. Then he went after his
    wife.

    When he entered the kitchen, he found Marge bent over
    with her head in the refrigerator. Her big ass was
    sticking out, facing him. Her small dress had pulled up
    so high on her butt that he could see she wasn’t
    wearing any panties. He could feel his anger building
    as he noticed the black stockings with the thick
    suspender straps going up to an unseen garter belt.
    Worse still, he could clearly the pink, meaty lips of
    her pussy peeking out where her thighs joined her
    oversized ass.

    “What the hell are you playing at?” he asked in an
    angry whisper. He was mightily pissed off at her, but,
    despite it all, his cock stayed rigid and swollen in
    his jeans.

    She turned to look at him, a bottle of beer in each
    hand. Her tight little dress was still hitched up just
    above the stocking tops, high enough that her pussy was
    almost visible from the front, too. “Keep your voice
    down John,” she said calmly. ” I thought you�d like to
    see me dressed like this.” She gave him a hurt look.
    “What’s the matter, honey,” she pouted, “don�t you
    think I look even a little bit sexy? I bet Leon does.”

    John’s head was so fucked up he had trouble thinking
    straight. Things were happening way too fast. This
    whole scene was on the edge of being out of control and
    he felt helpless to do anything about it. “What is it
    with all this? You….you look like a cheap whore,” was
    all he could think to say.

    She smiled back at him as if he hadn�t even spoken. She
    reached out her pudgy hand and stroked he cheek
    lightly. “I think Leon likes the dress, honey, didn’t
    you see his eyes just light up?” Damn her, he thought,
    she could be sexy when she wanted to, especially if she
    had the right man to play to. He wanted to say
    something, anything, to protest the situation, but
    before he could think of anything, she handed him a
    cold beer, then brushed past him on her way back to the
    sitting room.

    After waiting a moment to try to clear his head, John
    followed her. Leon was reclining in a large arm chair
    and Marge was standing looking down at him. They were
    both smiling and laughing, as if they were sharing some
    kind of private joke.

    He noticed that Leon was making no effort at all to
    hide the desire he was feeling for her. He smiled
    knowingly, running his eyes slowly up and down her ripe
    body as he sipped his beer. Marge sat down on one arm
    of the large chair, twisting her legs in a way that
    caused her tight dress to ride up considerably, showing
    two inches of fat, creamy white flesh above her
    stocking tops. She made no move to correct it.

    John took a long pull from his beer and flopped down
    into the other matching armchair. He glared at her,
    trying to catch her eye, but she never noticed. She was
    too absorbed, looking doe-eyed at Leon and laughing at
    something he was saying. As he glanced at his wife,
    John noticed that her heavy, pendulous breasts rested
    almost in her lap. As he looked more carefully, he
    could see the round, bumpy outline of her large nipples
    straining against the thin material of her black dress.
    Damn her, he thought, she hadn’t even worn a bra!

    She leaned back a little and crossed her legs, hitching
    the dress up a little higher, then uncrossed them a
    moment later, giving Leon a clear view of her creamy
    inner thighs and the hairy triangle between them. John,
    knew Leon had seen it too because he stopped talking in
    mid- sentence and just stared. Then, just as quickly as
    she had opened her legs, Marge closed them, acting like
    nothing had happened. She stood up, laughed at Leon and
    wobbled off to the kitchen, saying she had dinner to
    prepare.

    John wanted to fall through the bottom of his chair and
    just keep going. Still, he couldn’t get his mind off
    the little erotic tease that had just taken place in
    front of him. His cock had been hard for so long it was
    almost painful.

    Once the two men were alone, Leon looked directly at
    John. “Dude,” he said in a rather loud whisper, “in
    case you hadn’t noticed, that lady needs cock and I
    mean she needs it bad.” John could only stare back at
    him, unsure of how to respond. The whole situation had
    taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were
    sitting casually in a bar somewhere, talking about a
    strange woman neither of them knew.

    Leon licked his lips as he quickly slid forward on the
    large chair. He had a strange look on his face, a look
    John found a little frightening. His eyes where glazed
    and had an aggressive, almost animalistic glint to
    them. At that moment John realized how little he really
    knew of this man who was now a guest in his house.

    “Man, I know she�s your wife and all, but fuck man, she
    just flashed her cunt at me,” Leon went on. John’s
    heart began to race and sweat broke out on his
    forehead. Leon�s use of the word cunt and cock in
    reference to Marge had sent his mind reeling in way he
    couldn’t describe. His cock felt ready to burst in his
    jeans.

    “Hold on Leon, lets just take it easy here,” he
    started, but voice sounded weak and wimpy. It carried
    no authority and he knew it. Worse, he knew Leon knew
    it. His eyes still looked strangely glazed over to
    John, to the extent he almost wondered if the black man
    were on some kind of drug.

    By this time he was rambling, talking about Marge as if
    she weren’t even there and largely ignoring his friend.
    Or, perhaps, he had begun to sense the effect his crude
    remarks were having on John. “Did you see the size of
    her fuckin’ titties, man? Damn, they’re huge, too, just
    like the rest of her. Fuckin’ big and floppy. I’d love
    to get me a lip-lock on those big suckers. Damn, she
    looks fine.”

    At that moment, Marge walked back into the room. She
    smiled at the young black man. “Who looks fine?” she
    asked him coyly. There was a long moment of silence and
    a feeling of tension in the room as Leon ran his eyes
    up and down her lush body. Grinning up at her from his
    chair, he decided to dispense with the politeness.
    “Just those big titties of yours, baby. That’s all.”
    Then he laughed and his voice was slow and deep.
    “They’re enough…..more than enough.”

    Marge�s mouth dropped open and for the first time she
    began to feel uneasy, to question everything she had
    done. She had only meant this as an innocent tease,
    something to help turn John on later. She had so
    enjoyed the sex with him lately, especially the
    feelings of closeness and tenderness that followed. Now
    as she feared things might be getting out of hand, she
    felt almost at a loss for words. What had she done?
    Finally, she caught her breath and stuttered, “Well,
    I… uh… I mean… that’s… well… really… you…
    you think so?”

    Leon looked over at John, staring directly into his
    eyes. When he spoke, his voice had changed. Now it was
    harsh and commanding. “John, buddy, why don�t you get
    up and go to the store? I think we could use some more
    beer.” It was more an order than a request. John was
    dumbstruck, he couldn’t believe what was happening,
    that this guy was real, but there was no denying the
    sharp edge in the words he was hearing.

    John stood up then, took a breath of air and pushed out
    his chest. In a short span of time, his feelings about
    Leon had gone from curiosity to unease to outright
    fear. He only hoped it didn’t show too much. The guy
    was for real and John understood clearly that this
    might be his last chance to derail this situation. And
    that he had better do it fast. “I think you should
    leave now Leon….please,” he said, cringing when he
    heard his own voice. His words had a hollow, weak
    sound, a sound that betrayed his most basic fears.
    Fears that were growing worse by the minute.

    They all remained silent, John and Marge afraid to say
    anything. Finally, Leon looked at John. “Look man, you
    can stay if you want, just don�t fuck with me. I�m
    warning you.” He said the words calmly, but his
    inflection carried a hint of menace. There should be no
    doubt about who was in authority here. The two men
    stared at each other for several moments before John
    got out of his chair and took a step toward Leon.
    Sensing a showdown, Leon sprang from his chair, took
    several long strides and was quickly in John’s face.

    “I told you man, don’t mess with me. I will fuck you up
    bad if needs be. You understand? Now, just sit down and
    shut the fuck up!” he snarled. John felt his stomach
    tighten. He had just lost his last chance showdown with
    Leon and he knew it. If he had any illusions that this
    evening was going to end peacefully, they had just been
    shattered.

    Marge stepped between them, laughing. “Boys, calm down!
    It’s OK. Lets have another drink,” she said in a feeble
    attempt to keep the mood light. But her efforts were
    too late, Leon was way past calming down. With no
    warning, he grabbed Marge by her shoulders, spun her
    around and pulled her to him so that her back was to
    his chest. Grabbing the straps of her dress, he yanked
    hard, pulling the flimsy garment halfway down. Her bare
    breasts wobbled and swayed heavily as she stumbled and
    fell back against him.

    John could only watch helplessly as Leon snaked his
    hand under Marge�s arm and grabbed her left breast in
    his hand. It was so large in size that its soft flesh
    easily overflowed even his large hand. She struggled
    and squirmed under his groping, but stayed where she
    was, staring at John. Leon squeezed her breast harder
    now, pinching, pulling and turning her large nipple and
    areola. All the while he leered at John, who could only
    stand and watch, frozen in place.

    “John told you all about my big, black cock, didn�t he
    darlin’?” Leon breathed the words as he continued to
    fondle her breast.

    “Yes,” she replied, her voice so low it was barely
    audible. John felt his stomach turn over. He could hear
    the genuine fear in his wife’s voice, but he felt
    powerless to do anything to help her. Behind her, he
    saw Leon fumble with the button and zipper of his
    jeans, all the while he continued to manhandle Marge’s
    breast.

    “Well, I gotta treat for you, bitch. You’re gonna see
    it now, up close. Get down on your knees, slut,” Leon
    said, a hint of anger in his voice. In a blur of
    motion, he put one hand on each of her bare shoulders
    and pushed down hard, not stopping until Marge was on
    her knees. John noticed that Leon had somehow managed
    to get his jeans pulled down to mid thigh.

    John could only stare in twisted fascination at the
    black man. Leon’s cock looked even bigger now that it
    was semi-hard and gorged with blood. John had never
    seen anything like it and he knew Marge hadn’t either.
    As she rotated on her knees, turning to face Leon, his
    huge cock almost slapped her in the face. He chuckled
    and looked down at her.

    “Now suck it bitch” he said harshly. Wanting to do
    something, John started to step closer but Leon shot
    him a nasty glance that stopped him in his tracks. John
    felt sick as he watched his wife reach out and slowly
    wrap her white, pudgy hand around the base of his thick
    organ. Perhaps it was the contrast in color, but John
    thought it looked enormous in her small, round hand.

    Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the huge
    cock just inches from her face. She looked up at Leon’s
    smiling face for a moment, then back down at the
    monster dick she hefted in her hand. “Holy shit! My
    god! I… I can’t believe… I’ve never seen anything
    like this!” She sputtered, causing Leon to laugh. It
    had the opposite effect on John; he cringed because he
    knew it was true. Marge had no frame of reference for
    this kind of situation; nothing in her limited
    experience could have prepared her for it.

    John looked at Marge�s enormous ass cheeks as her
    stupid dress rode up around her waist and felt ashamed
    when he realized he was more aroused than ever. Wet,
    slurping sounds brought his attention back to Marge�s
    face. As he watched in disbelief, she moaned loudly,
    moving her head slowly as she licked and slobbered up
    and down the length of his long shaft. Then, moving her
    head lower, she carefully ran her soft, warm tongue all
    over his stuffed ball sack, gently laving at the egg
    sized testicles bulging inside it.

    Leon reached down with both hands and grabbed Marge’s
    hair, pulling her head back and up a bit. He looked
    directly into her face. “OK baby, it’s show time… you
    ready to go?” Marge just looked back at him, nodding
    slightly, her fat face showing a double chin and a
    small, pouty mouth. She snaked out her tongue, pink,
    pointed and surprisingly long, and ran it over her
    thick lips several times, coating them heavily with
    saliva.

    Leon let go of her hair and brought the head of his
    swollen dick in line with her mouth. “Open wide,
    bitch,” he ordered, feeding the fat, almost purple knob
    of his cock head into her waiting mouth. “That’s it,”
    he coaxed her gently, “open that pretty little mouth
    for Leon open wide… wider… that’s it, now you’re
    gettin’ it,” Leon groaned as he watched her start to
    work her mouth down his shaft a little at a time,
    bobbing her head forward and back as she went.
    Eventually she managed to swallow four or five inches
    of his impossibly thick cock, stretching her poor mouth
    almost as wide as it would go as she forced it down.

    He reached out and took her head in both of his large
    hands again, holding it steady as he slowly began to
    move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.
    Totally unused to so large an object in her mouth and
    throat, she nonetheless did her best to please him,
    making noisy, slobbering, sounds as she bobbed her head
    up and down on his meat. It was all music to Leon’s
    ears and he began to speed up his movements a bit. He
    groaned again, he did so love subjugating white bitches
    this way.

    “Your slut wife looks damn fine with my cock in her
    mouth,” Leon panted, his eyes half closed in ecstasy.
    “John, come over here so you can see this shit close
    up, man.” Once John stepped close enough, Leon quickly
    reached out his large left hand, clamping it on John’s
    shoulder and pushed down hard, sending him to his knees
    next to his wife on the carpet.

    “Gettin’ a good look there, buddy?” he asked. “After
    all, you were the one who really wanted to see this,
    weren’t you?” Leon’s whole demeanor seemed to be
    getting nastier. John looked up at the black man and
    nodded his head, his face suddenly flushing red with
    shame and embarrassment. There was no denying his
    arousal and he knew it; his cock was still thickly
    swollen in his jeans. He was loath to admit to it, but
    he knew Leon was right. What the hell was the matter
    with him? How could his bizarre desires have been so
    obvious, so quickly, to this man? A man who was a
    complete stranger to him less than a month ago.

    Leon’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “John, why don’t
    you say how much you wanted this?” he asked. “After
    all, this is your fantasy comin’ true. I think it’s
    only fair,” he added. John started to speak, but his
    mouth was dry and no words came. All he could do was
    look up at Leon, bewildered. “Don’t look at me, my man,
    you need to explain all this twisted shit to your wife,
    here. You better think of somethin’.”

    He looked at Marge and was so disgusted with himself
    that, once again, he couldn’t speak. Never in his life
    had he felt so humiliated and ashamed. He tried to
    organize his thoughts into something coherent, but all
    he could do was kneel there with his mouth hanging
    open. How could he begin to explain this to her? He
    didn’t even understand it himself.

    “What are you’all doin’ down there, catching flies? Are
    you fuckin’ mute, or what,” Leon said impatiently. “Be
    a man…at least talk to your lady. I mean, she does
    deserve to know why she’s here on her knees, sucking a
    stranger’s big black dick. Listen, white boy, until you
    feel like talking, I’m just gonna fuck your wife’s face
    a little deeper, maybe that’ll help you get it all
    figured out.” With that, he reached out his large left
    hand and slowly began exerting pressure, pulling
    Marge’s head closer to his groin.

    She began to react immediately to the increased
    fullness in her mouth, making awful, gagging, retching
    noises in her throat as the swollen head of Leon’s
    penis worked its way further into her. He pulled out a
    bit, then pushed forward, impaling her again. By this
    time she had been forced to take so much of Leon’s
    thick shaft that she was almost gagging. So tightly
    were her lips sealed that they formed a perfect little
    “O” around his thick cock shaft.

    The skin around the corners of her mouth was pulled to
    taut that she feared it might crack and begin to bleed.
    Her nostrils flared wide, trying desperately to bring
    in whatever air they could. Tears streamed from her
    eyes now, trickling down her fat cheeks in crooked
    rivulets.

    Seeing this happen to his wife, John was near panic.
    “I-I-I’m just so, so sorry about this Marge,” he
    stammered, trying to begin an explanation. Still, he
    couldn’t make any speech come. He felt like an idiot.
    “If I…” he tried to start again.

    “Sorry, my ass!” Leon interrupted sharply. “Well,
    you’re sorry all right, but you sure as hell ain’t
    sympathetic, just plain damn sorry.” With that he
    pushed a bit more of his cock into Marge’s already
    overstuffed mouth. Animal-like noises issue from deep
    inside her and she came close to retching again. Beads
    of sweat formed on her brow and ran into her eyes, the
    salt burning them. Sensing real danger now, she
    frantically pressed her pudgy little hands against
    Leon’s muscular thighs and pushed, trying to back away.

    Feeling that John might need a little extra incentive,
    Leon reached down with his right hand and took the
    nipple of Marge’s breast between his thumb and
    forefinger. He raised his hand slowly, lifting her
    ponderous breast away from her chest. He continued to
    increase the force, gradually pulling up and out until
    her entire melon sized breast was dangling by its own
    weight in mid air, held in place only by the painfully
    tight grip of Leon’s fingers on its sensitive nipple.

    Marge became frantic with the pain; her face turned red
    as more tears flowed from her eyes. She balled her
    hands into small fists and began swinging them in
    circles, desperate to fend off the terrible pain and
    the feeling that was going to suffocate.

    Finally, seeing his poor wife abused this way became
    too much for John. “Leon… h-he’s right honey, I did
    want this. I’ve been have fantasies about this for a
    long time now,” John began. Once he got started,
    everything began to spill out of him. “I’ve been having
    fantasies, awful fantasies, perverted fantasies, for a
    long time now. I-I wanted to watch you with another
    guy. Especially a black guy who was really hung.”

    “I wanted to see you like this, on your knees with your
    mouth stuffed full of cock….and fucking and sucking
    the guy, watching him do things to you… to see you
    debased and degraded. And maybe to feel myself
    humiliated, I don’t know. I was so ashamed I just
    couldn’t tell you about it, at least the bad stuff, I
    knew it would hurt you too much and I-I didn’t want
    that. And what would you think of me? Your husband
    John, the pervert.”

    He paused for a moment to collect himself. “But I just
    couldn’t get these thoughts and feelings out of my
    mind, they were there every time I thought about you
    and they seemed to be getting stronger, more real. I
    couldn’t seem to help myself, I was getting off on
    them,” he went on. “I hoped that all of this could
    remain a fantasy, a dirty little secret in my mind that
    it would never go beyond that. That I could somehow
    keep you from knowing how… how sick I was.” His
    emotions were so strong that tears ran down his face.

    “Then, when Leon came to work for me and we saw that
    woman and he mentioned to me how much he like big
    women, everything suddenly changed. It was like he was
    able to read my thoughts, like he knew what I was
    feeling. Suddenly the possibilities of this became real
    to me… all too real. I began to fear something like
    this might happen. And fear that they might not happen.
    I felt torn and conflicted, I wanted it and I was
    afraid of it. That’s when things started to get out of
    hand, I guess. I just lost control. I didn’t mean for
    any of this happen, Marge. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
    John exhaled deeply and dropped his head, unable to
    look at his wife.

    “Well, thank you my man,” Leon said, sounding pleased.
    “Confession be good for the soul it seems. Now that we
    all know and understand why we’re here, we can get this
    show on the road.” With that, he let go of her breast.
    It fell back hard against her chest with the slapping
    sound of flesh hitting flesh. Marge let out a strangled
    cry from deep in her throat as feeling rushed back into
    her abused nipple. Then, he released his hand from
    behind her head, letting Marge move backward far enough
    to unseat the huge cock that had almost choked her.

    Marge inhaled large gulps of air, trying to get her
    breath back. She looked at John, the corners of her
    mouth turning up in a small grin. When John at last
    dared to look back at her he noticed a strange twinkle
    in her eyes; the grin playing on her lips broke into a
    smile, showing her perfect white teeth.

    She spent several minutes pleasuring Leon orally, her
    agile tongue darting this way and that, her mouth
    engulfing the end of his shaft and noisily slobbering
    on it as she moved the head around inside her mouth.
    She was careful to hold his cock by the base so he
    couldn’t force what looked like the entire 11 inches
    into her throat again – or even try. Anxious to get on
    with things, Leon pulled out and stepped back, his cock
    still fully erect, standing proud and huge, pointed
    straight at her face.

    “Take that slut dress off bitch and spread your legs”
    Leon said as he stepped back and removed his jeans
    completely. John, who was still kneeling in the middle
    of the room, seemed to come to his senses when he heard
    Leon ordering his wife around.

    “Marge, please,” he said in a small, weak voice. “Y-you
    don’t need to do this.” But his words went unheeded;
    she was already peeling the tight dress up over her
    head.

    Leon whistled softly when he saw the rest of her. “Oh
    yeah, Oooooh, fuck yeah, baaaby.” He reached down with
    his big hands and gently fondled and stroked her big
    breasts. Her nipples and the large, pebbly halos around
    them were swollen rock hard by his now gentle touch.
    She smiled shyly at him, pleased that she had been able
    to arouse him so. She continued to kneel subserviently
    before the black man, her soft, rounded belly curving
    downward, obscuring her hairy pussy mound and half
    hiding the black suspender belt she wore under the
    heavy rolls of fat.

    Leon removed his hands from her, quickly finished
    undressing and stepped back towards the couch. “Get
    your fat ass onto the sofa, bitch, and let me see that
    pussy,” he told her. With a soft grunt, she slowly got
    to her feet and waddled over to the sofa, her heavy
    rolls of fat and big breasts jiggling and swaying as
    she went. She sat down and turned sideways, lying on
    her back with her head on one arm of the couch. She
    spread her flabby white thighs open as far as she
    could, exposing her hair covered cunt under its fatty
    mound.

    Leon turned to John, pointing his long index finger at
    the man. “Get over here, now, and lick her pussy, lick
    it good! Get it all lubed up so I don�t hurt her when I
    ram this big piece of meat into her,” he said, running
    his hand up and down the length of his erect cock.

    John looked shocked and confused, but he stood up and
    walked over to his wife. Looking down at her plush,
    white body – so big it was overflowing the edge of the
    couch – he felt his heart racing and his hard-on
    pounding under his jeans. Once John was seated on the
    edge of the sofa, Marge flashed him a wicked grin, then
    raised her legs up and used her hands to pull her meaty
    lips apart.

    She was dripping wet and he could see her thick, pink
    lips were puffy and engorged, peeled apart in arousal
    as he lowered his head between her big thighs. He
    inhaled her musky fragrance and began to run his tongue
    slowly up and down her slit, taking extra time to flick
    his tongue quickly back and forth over the nub of her
    hypersensitive clitoris.

    She moaned out loud the moment his tongue touched her
    pussy and never let up as John’s tongue continued to
    work its magic in the sloppy pink folds of her sex.
    After several minutes, her moans and groans were
    replaced by now familiar gagging, choking sounds. John
    glanced up to see that Leon had lowered himself into a
    squat and was again forcing his cock deep into Marge�s
    mouth. Because of the position of her head on the arm
    of the couch, John could actually see her throat moving
    as she once again tried to take in as much of his cock
    as she could.

    “Eat that pussy boy, lick her cunt and ass, eat her
    good,” he heard Leon say as Marge let out a strangled
    moan. He picked up his pace, licking his wife’s sloppy
    wet pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina,
    then moving his head gradually lower until he was
    licking the soft, sweaty skin between her huge
    asscheeks. Finally, he went lower still, running his
    tongue over and around the pungent brown pucker of her
    anus, something he had always wanted to do but never
    dared try before.

    He was aware of a wet, plopping sound as Leon withdrew
    his cock from her mouth. Then Marge totally surprised
    him. She exhaled loudly, then reached her arms over her
    blubbery belly and between her big legs. Her reach was
    just long enough that she was able to wrap her small
    fingers around John’s hair. Holding his head tightly,
    she pulled him forward into her pussy, then began to
    slide his face up and down the length of her wet, slimy
    crack.

    She groaned loudly, spreading her legs even wider as
    she pushing her hips up a bit as she continued to grind
    her husband’s face against her overheated slit. She
    started to pant more heavily as her arousal grew more
    intense. John’s face was covered from forehead to chin
    with a shiny coating of her juice as she pulled him
    still harder into her overheated crotch, using his face
    to masturbate herself.

    He sensed that she was getting close to orgasm when he
    felt Leon’s hand on his shoulder, urging him back. When
    he sat up and turned around he wanted to jump off the
    couch and run. To his horror, his face was only inches
    from Leon�s hard, swaying cock! For the second time,
    John felt a hand grabbing him by the hair, only this
    time it was Leon, pulling his face in so close to the
    other man’s groin that John could smell the musky,
    sweaty odor and feel the warmth of a long cock pressing
    against his cheek. He jerked John’s head back so he was
    looking up.

    Leon bent forward un till his face was only inches from
    John’s. “Now you can suck my cock and get it good and
    wet for your wife, pussy boy,” he snarled. He was so
    close now that John could smell cigarettes and alcohol
    on his breath. “I know you want to suck it, well,
    here’s your chance. And don’t even think about tellin’
    me otherwise or I’ll bust your sorry ass and still fuck
    your slut wife. You’re goin’ down, faggot white boy…
    NOW!”

    Near panic, poor John ignored Leon’s words and tried to
    pull away but Leon held his hair tightly. A moment
    later he felt the big knob of the man’s steel hard cock
    head bumping against his tightly closed lips.

    Without a word, Leon reached down and calmly pinched
    John’s nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger.
    Desperate to avoid what he knew was coming, John held
    his breath for so long he began to feel dizzy, but
    eventually he opened his mouth wide, gasping for air.
    As soon as his mouth opened far enough, he felt the
    warmth and spongy softness of Leon’s big cock head
    filling up his mouth.

    For the first time in his life, John had another man’s
    penis in his mouth. And not just any penis either, but
    a huge black one. Leon pushed it part way into John’s
    mouth holding his head tightly with both hands now,
    hurting him. John struggled for a few seconds against
    this ultimate degradation, shaking his head and making
    the same awful sounds his wife had, but, after
    realizing there was no escape, he capitulated and
    slowly began sucking the big cock that filled his mouth
    to overflowing.

    “Mmmmmm, oh yeah bitch, that’s the way to do it,” Leon
    groaned. Keeping his tight grip on John’s hair, he
    began to move his hips slowly, moving his big shaft in
    and out, fucking John’s mouth. “Fuck yeah! Not bad for
    a candy ass, pussy white boy,” he grunted. “Yeah,
    that’s it, looks like I got me two bitches now. Damn,
    man, you suck cock almost as good as you old lady,” he
    laughed derisively. “You sure you ain’t never done this
    before?”

    By that time, John had his eyes closed, trying his best
    to block out everything and everyone, trying to pretend
    that none of this was happening, that he wasn’t on his
    knees before a black man, sucking his oversized dick.
    Yet, as he continued using his mouth to pleasure the
    man, John began to feel an odd change within him; maybe
    sucking another man’s cock wasn’t as bad as he would
    have thought.

    Or at least the physical side of it. The mental side,
    the feelings of humiliation and shame that came with
    the act were weighing heavily on him and he knew that,
    when this was finally over, they would be much more
    difficult to deal with. He tried to clear his head,
    tried his best to put that part of it completely out of
    his mind as he stretched his mouth open even further,
    bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft, stopping
    frequently to pull back and run his tongue all around
    the large, sensitive head. Remembering what had
    happened to Marge, he quickly brought his hand up and
    wrapped it around the base of Leon’s cock to prevent
    being chocked in case Leon got carried away.

    Though it seemed like forever to him, John endured his
    cocksucking debut for only a few minutes before Leon
    pulled free. He grabbed John by the hair again, jerking
    his head back so he was looking straight up. Leon
    brought his face close to John’s once again. “OK,
    motherfucker, now tell me to fuck your slutty, white
    trash bitch of a wife.”

    On the couch, Marge was in wild eyed rapture from
    watching her sweet husband actually sucking on a cock.
    “Ooooh, fuck me now Leon, fuck me like a whore,” she
    blurted out suddenly. She had already reached an arm
    over her fat belly and her right hand was busy between
    her legs. Both men turned to look at her but she was
    oblivious, her eyes closed and her fingers making
    squishy, liquid sounds as she worked them back and
    forth through the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Her
    whole body tingled; she was so over stimulated that she
    felt almost ready to explode.

    Leon turned back to look at John. “Say it asshole,
    now!” he insisted.

    Poor John could only look down at the floor. “F-f-fuck
    my wife,” he mumbled. His voice sounded meek and he
    felt awful, knowing as soon as he said it that Leon
    would not be satisfied. He was right.

    John never saw it coming. He just felt an explosion of
    pain, an incredible sting on his cheek that snapped his
    head as Leon slapped him hard across the face. “I can’t
    hear you,” he sing-songed at John. “Mean it when you
    say it, dick head.” It was all John could do to keep
    from crying, the pain and anxiety he felt were pushing
    him to the breaking point. And his wife’s reaction
    certainly hadn’t helped any. But, once again he felt
    totally helpless, knowing there was no way out except
    to co-operate.

    John felt like a new recruit responding to a drill
    sergeant, trying to please him. He closed his eyes and
    took a deep breath. “Fuck my slut wife, please fuck her
    brains out,” he practically shouted. “The fucking
    little cunt deserves it. She wants it. She wants your
    black cock. Every inch of it!” The words had no sooner
    left his lips than he hung his head, feeling like a
    total heel. How could he say such things about his
    wife? What had she done to deserve this? Maybe worst of
    all: was she enjoying what was happening to him?

    Leon shoved him aside roughly and knelt on the couch
    between Marge’s parted thighs. He pushed them even
    further apart, grabbing his cock and bringing it line
    with her opening. Then, without any warning, he leaned
    forward and rammed the entire length of his long shaft
    into her wet pussy in one hard trust.

    As John watched, her eyes flew wide open and then
    rolled back in her head. She let out a loud, guttural,
    animal-like groan, the likes of which John had never
    heard before.

    “UUNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh my gawd!!” Marge grunted as her
    vagina was suddenly stretched wide, filled to capacity
    and beyond. She struggled for a moment, trying to get
    her breath as Leon pulled back almost all the way, then
    rammed forward until he was buried deep inside her once
    again. She panted and moaned as he pounded her with
    more hard trusts, her back arching sharply off the
    couch, sending the heavy rolls of fat on her huge body
    bouncing and rippling every which way.

    “Ooooh yes, Ooooh my god yes! YESSS!” she screamed, not
    caring how she sounded as she clawed at the sofa with
    her fingernails. “Fuck me! Give me your big cock! All
    of it damn you! Ooooooh, fuck yeah! I love it, give it
    to me NOW!” Leon plowed deep into her again and she
    came hard, much harder than John had ever seen, her
    fat, flabby body shaking and straining as a violent
    orgasm ripped through her.

    Looking down at her, John was more depressed than
    aroused. In all their years of making love, Marge had
    never been able to come from simple penetration; she
    would always have to rub her clit while he fucked her.
    Even then, it usually took her quite a while. But now,
    in less than a minute, she had had a massive orgasm by
    penetration alone.

    And to his dismay, she was still screaming and trashing
    her head about, the sloppy wet sounds coming from her
    pussy telling John that she was still more aroused than
    ever. Her massive breasts were wobbling and jouncing
    about almost painfully, but she was too busy holding
    onto the sofa and bucking her wide hips to even notice.

    As he continued to pound his cock into her, Leon
    reached down and began mauling both her soft white
    belly and her oversized breasts.

    “Damn, I love bitches with big, fuckin’ titties and
    big, sloppy fat bellies… Oooh, yeah, baby,” he
    grunted, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her
    belly and breast at once. “I just love fuckin’ love
    big, fat, white bitches.” He grabbed a nipple with the
    fingers of each hand and pulled her huge breasts away
    from her chest, twirling them in small circles. Marge
    was so aroused that she only groaned more loudly,
    feeling far more pleasure than pain this time.

    John knelt quietly near the couch, still in shock from
    having just sucked a man’s cock, and watched as his
    wife behaved like a wild, rutting animal, a woman he
    didn’t even recognize. What had become of his sweet,
    loving wife, he wondered sadly.

    Leon noticed him kneeling there and grinned at him.
    Reaching out, he grabbed John by the hair again and
    pulled him forward until he was so close he could see
    his wife�s sopping pink pussy. It was stretched tight,
    Leon�s enormous black cock was buried to the hilt in
    it. When Leon slowly pulled it out again, John could
    only stare, amazed, at Marge’s pussy. It looked like a
    gapping pink cavern.

    It had always been big he knew, but now, having taken
    the entire length of Leon’s massive dick, her vagina
    was grossed distended, stretched out far beyond
    anything he could’ve imagined. So far, in fact, that he
    could actually see a large circle of darkness at its
    center, where her opening disappeared into her body.
    Turning his head slightly, John got another shock: his
    wife had produced such a flood of lubrication that
    there was a ring of thick, whitish froth all around the
    thick base of Leon’s cock.

    Then, as if to further torture the man, Leon slowly
    began to push his thick penis back in. To John’s
    further humiliation, Marge began to pant and groan
    again, asking, pleading, then finally begging Leon to
    slide his entire cock all the way up inside her. As he
    did so, Marge’s moans were loud and unashamed; she
    appeared to be in another world, her eyes closed and
    her hips grinding and bumping against Leon’s pelvis.
    She had come once already, but Leon looked like he was
    just hitting his stride; the constant thrusting of his
    slim hips soon had Marge on the edge of another orgasm.

    “Your old lady’s tight little pussy was just made for
    fucking black cock, no question about it, and the
    bigger the better. I think this bitch has discovered
    her inner slut. Ain’t that right, John?” Leon laughed
    cruelly, giving her several sharp in and out jabs with
    his cock to highlight his point. “Looks that way to
    me.”

    Marge arched her back sharply again. “Yes, oh god yes!
    Don�t stop fucking me, please don’t… oh, god, please
    don’t… ever stop fucking me!” she panted, her voice
    coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath
    before Leon began pumping her still harder.

    John felt crushed and ashamed. His wife was acting like
    a total slut, yet, despite everything that had
    happened, his cock was still so stiff it was tenting
    his jeans badly. Noticing this, Leon couldn’t resist
    rubbing John’s face in it one more time. He began to
    pump Marge’s pussy even faster, taking long, deep
    strokes. John could only watch in revulsion as his wife
    began making almost inhuman sounds, shrieking and
    screaming in ecstasy. It took only a few moments of
    pounding before her body shook and convulsed a second
    time, this orgasm seemingly stronger than the first.

    “Cum inside me Leon… Now! Please NOW! Fill me! Cum
    deep in me! I wanna feel you cum,” Marge pleaded, her
    voice almost childlike. Thoroughly pissed off, Leon
    responded by humping her again, more violently this
    time, giving her the full length of his swollen cock
    with flesh slapping force.

    “Listen, you stupid slut, I call the shots here.” Leon
    was panting heavily now, his muscular upper body bathed
    in a sheen of sweat as he rammed his cock hard into her
    pussy. “I�ll come where and when I want, you
    understand? Just shut your damn whore mouth, spread
    your legs and take my black cock, show me what a good
    little bitch slut you can be.” She didn’t reply. She
    couldn’t have replied had she wanted to; her shaking
    body was being wracked by a third straight orgasm. Leon
    seemed hardly to notice.

    “Take your clothes off John, time to get naked,” Leon
    ordered as he leaned over Marge’s still shuddering
    body. He didn’t even bothering looking at the other
    man. Thoroughly cowed by now, John didn�t even think of
    protesting as he quickly started to remove his
    clothing.

    John moved towards the edge of the couch now, standing
    naked next to his wife and her black lover. As Marge
    slowly came down from the haze of her third climax,
    Leon pulled out of her and leaned back. He was
    momentarily out of breath, his chest still heaving from
    the exertion. His huge cock was still rigid, however,
    coated with a heavy layer of Marge’s pungent pussy
    slime.

    He looked at them briefly before turning his head away;
    he couldn’t stomach the sight and he knew whatever was
    coming would not be good. Despite everything he had
    been through, his small cock was still fully erect,
    pointing straight ahead, beyond his control.

    Leon moped the sweat from his brow and began to laugh.
    “Man, you can’t be serious,” he said, looking at John’s
    groin. “How did you ever fuck her with that worthless
    little pencil dick? Sheeeeeit, this bitch could take
    two like that easy….probably have room to
    spare….although I don’t know, her pussy was pretty
    tight. But hell,” he smirked, “she wouldn’t have any
    problem takin’ yours.”

    “Now then, I want John to lay on his back on the
    floor.” Leon said, pointing at the floor. He nodded at
    Marge. “And you, my oversexed, can’t get enough black
    cock slut, I want you to get on top of your hubby, sit
    right on his face and let him clean out your pussy.” He
    stood back smirking as they both scrambled to comply
    with his orders. Once John was on the floor, Marge got
    into a 69 position over him, covering his head
    completely as she lowered her huge buttocks and soaking
    wet pussy onto his upturned face.

    “You can suck on him if you want, but don�t let him
    come,” Leon directed. John groaned with pent up relief
    as he felt the warmth of his wives mouth wrap around
    his aching cock. Marge’s thighs were clenched tight
    around his head, almost cutting off his hearing. For a
    moment he felt like was suffocating and he had to
    concentrate to breath as his entire face was enveloped
    in her sloppy wet pussy flesh. But once she got
    comfortable he had enough space, though barely, to
    begin working his tongue around inside of her.

    Moments later he saw Leon towering above him, grinning,
    before dropping to his knees behind Marge’s fat ass.
    Even as he worked his tongue in and out of his wife’s
    wet hole, he suddenly became aware of a strange, new
    sensation: Leon’s heavy ball sack was bumping against
    his forehead. Marge changed her position slightly now,
    moving her crotch off his face and up a bit.

    She was still so wet and open that it took only two
    strokes until Leon’s cock was buried in her again and
    she had to stop sucking John’s cock so she could begin
    moaning and panting again.

    He watched from inches away, fascinated, as his wife’s
    tight pussy was plowed wide open by Leon’s thick cock.
    John felt a new surge of arousal; he was entranced as
    he watched his wife’s vagina stretched open so tightly
    from that close, her fat lips being first forced
    inwards, then pulled back out again. He was also amazed
    at how quickly Leon cock became coated with a heavy
    layer of Marge’s pussy slime.

    “Lick my balls. Now, asshole!” Leon ordered him. It was
    a simple matter of adjusting his position, tilting his
    head back a bit, until Leon�s balls were at his mouth.
    As he felt the soft skin of Leon’s heavy scotum
    dragging across his mouth.

    John licked instinctively; he was well past caring
    about how or why by now, the smell of Leon�s cock and
    Marge�s pussy in his nostrils had become his only
    reality. Every few strokes Leon would pull out and let
    his big cock flop down onto John�s waiting mouth.
    Without question or protest, he would lick and slobber
    around the underside of it, cleaning off as much of his
    wife’s pungent secretions as he could before Leon
    thrust it back into her.

    After another few minutes of hard fucking, Leon pulled
    out of Marge�s pussy. It gapped open so far that her
    slippery juices quickly seeped out in long strings,
    which dribbled down into John’s open mouth. Marge
    hadn’t been able to suck his cock very well as she was
    being pounded so hard, but such was his horniness that
    she still managed to bring him to the brink to orgasm.

    Leon’s next words filled John with dread. “Tell me
    John, does your little slut wifey take dick up her
    ass?” John shuddered, closed his eyes, and slowly shook
    his head no. He had never really considered anal sex
    before; he always assumed that Marge would be offended
    and so he had never bothered to ask her. The way things
    were going tonight, though, who could tell? It wouldn’t
    matter anyway; he had long ago lost control of anything
    that might happen and he knew it, though he kept that
    thought to himself.

    Getting no response, Leon tried again. “Well, what
    about it bitch, you want to feel this big old cock
    jammed up your ass?” he asked almost casually. “If you
    thought it felt tight in your pussy….” He didn’t
    finish his thought, didn’t have to.

    Marge stopped jerking John�s cock and turned her head
    back over her shoulder. Fear began to grip her and she
    hesitated a moment, unsure of her response. “N-nnooo
    thank you,’ she said, knowing immediately how
    ridiculous it sounded. “I-I-I�ve never done that before
    and don�t think I could do it.” She began to whine
    then, her voice higher. “Please Leon, don’t,” she
    begged, “Please… please don’t make me…I-I can’t do
    that”

    Leon laughed out loud and slapped her right ass cheek
    with his open hand, hard enough to leave a red
    handprint against the white flesh. He readjusted his
    position, taking the bloated knob of his rigid cock and
    bumping it lightly against her puckered asshole. Marge
    quickly wriggled forward, wanting desperately to get
    away, but he slipped his long arm under her large hips
    and yanked her back. He slapped her left buttock now,
    this time harder.

    “There’s a first time for everything, bitch,” he said
    hoarsely. “Now stay still slut, I am gonna fuck me some
    tight ass whether you want it or not.” John watched
    from below, not daring to move. He wondered what he
    would do if Leon forced his wife to take it in her ass.
    A moment later the black man helped him make up his
    mind.

    “You decide John, what’s in gonna be? Either I fuck
    your sorry ass or I fuck your wife�s!” Leon said.
    “Somebody’s going to get it… don’t make no difference
    to me. What do you want to do? It’s up to you, John.”
    There was total silence in the room as Leon continued
    to probe around Marge�s brown anal ring with the head
    of his cock.

    “No please! Please don’t! Y-you’ll hurt me,” Marge
    pleaded.

    Unfortunately for poor Marge, there was no possible way
    John was going to let Leon fuck his ass. He knew he had
    to save himself from this final, wretched degradation,
    even if it meant sacrificing his wife in the process.
    Fuck her in the ass Leon,” he blurted out “she�ll take
    it alright.”

    In a near panic now, Marge tried once again to wiggle
    away but Leon, laughing now, quickly reached out and
    dragged her back to him again. “Hold still now bitch,
    or this really will hurt.” As John watched from below,
    Leon coated his cock head with spittle and began to
    push it harder against her tight ass. For a moment,
    nothing happened; then her tight anal pucker began to
    give way as the swollen, purple knob was gradually
    forced into it. Marge screamed and bucked and
    struggled, but Leon held her tight, his thick cock now
    buried an inch or so up her ass.

    He leaned forward then, ever so slowly inched his
    monster black cock up her lily white ass. “Ooooh God!
    Oooooh please! NOOO!” she cried, but Leon was
    relentless now, forcing his cock up her tight back
    passage until almost half of it was buried inside her.
    He stop paused a few moments, letting both of them
    catch their breaths. But it was a short reprieve.
    Keeping an iron grip on her hefty hips, he began to
    move foreword once again, grunting and straining with
    the effort.

    “Yeah, oh, yeah! Damn, that feels good. Oooooh, fuck,
    yeah,” he moaned. Marge’s virgin ass felt like a hot
    vice around his sensitive cock. “Fuck yeah, baby, you
    feel that big cock in your hot little ass? I know you
    feel every fucking inch, don’t you, you filthy slut
    whore.” Marge could feel it, indeed. She was in such
    pain that she dug her nails deeply into John’s legs,
    but he was so fascinated by the sight of Leon’s thick
    black pole disappearing into her tiny anal opening that
    he took no notice.

    So great was the pressure in her ass that her pussy
    gapped open even more, and without thinking John pushed
    his tongue inside it, strained to get as much of her
    delicious pussy fluid as he could manage. Then, he
    quickly moved his tongue up and began to lap at her
    clit, hoping the pleasure he produced for her would
    offset some of the terrible pain she was feeling.

    He could feel Leon’s heavy, egg-sized testicles bumping
    against his forehead and face as he continued to lick
    his wife’s slit. Above him, Marge was panting like a
    dog and whimpering crazily against the pain, but Leon
    ignored her and kept thrusting, plunging deeper and
    deeper until finally he hit bottom.

    She let out a loud scream when Leon suddenly pulled his
    cock halfway out, then slowly forced it back in again.
    It slide in just a bit easier the second time and soon
    Leon had impaled her again. Marge dropped her head onto
    John�s legs and started pounding the floor with her
    fists. Although she continued to mumble and moan, John
    couldn�t make out what she was saying, he just kept
    watching what was happing above him. As Leon pulled
    back a third time, John noticed that Leon’s cock was
    glistening; it had become covered with a heavy mixture
    of ass and pussy slime.

    After four or five back and forth thrusts, Leon started
    fucking her ass in earnest. Pulling his cock out and
    sliding it in was becoming much easier now. “You like
    that cunt…..you like having your ass fucked,” he
    panted. “Look at that black cock in your wife�s
    butthole, John, she fucking loves it.”

    To his amazement, John could see she was now actually
    pushing back to meet Leon�s trusts, throwing her head
    back and panting so hard she could hardly catch her
    breath. “Ooooooooh my gggodddd… Oooooooh…
    uunngghhh… oh, shit, it’s big, John, so damn big in
    me… keep licking me honey… yeah… just like
    that… oh, yes… right there… it’s so good.”

    Leon burst out laughing and started slamming her
    harder, slapping her so hard that he left more red
    handprints all over her enormous white ass cheeks.
    “Fucked in the ass by a big black cock! You wife is a
    fucking degenerate slut, you know that John?” he
    taunted. “A white trash pig of a whore, a worthless
    piece of fuckmeat.”

    He, too, was starting to pant from the exertion. “You
    better keep a damn close eye on this bitch after
    tonight, John, you never know what the hell she might
    try to do after this. Your big, fat cunt of a wife
    might start runnin’ around on your sorry ass… maybe
    looking for other black guys… she might even bring
    ’em home and fuck ’em right here under your nose… you
    can sit in the chair and jerk off as you watch it,
    since you sure ain’t man enough to do anything to stop
    it.”

    Between Leon’s savage thrusting and John’s gentle clit
    licking, Marge felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.
    She ramming her massive hips back hard at Leon and
    mashed her dripping wet pussy on John’s face, rubbing
    it back and forth in a frenzy. “Ooooh fuck my ass,
    Leon, slap it hard baby……fuck it
    harder…..please,” she said hoarsely, twisting her
    head from side to side. She lifted the top of her body
    up from the floor so John could feel her huge tits
    swaying and banging against his legs and cock.

    “Oooohhh, ooohh, ooohh my god, oh my god yes! Your cock
    feels so big! So good inside my little ass. My tight
    little ass.” As the leading edge of another intense
    orgasm began to wash over her, she suddenly began to
    babble, losing her last shred of control and dignity.
    “Can you see it John? Can you see it in me, see it
    going in and out, baby? I’m a good fuck, aren’t I John?
    Aren’t I Johnny? Your wife, your baby, is a good little
    fuck. An oversexed whoring slut, a bad little girl,
    just like Leon says.” She continued to rant almost
    incoherently as the full force of her orgasm
    overwhelmed her.

    Indeed, John could see it all, and taste and smell and
    hear it too, as Leon�s cock was only inches from his
    mouth, a blur of motion as it was pile driven deeply
    into his wife�s willing ass. When Marge finally
    finished her long, drawn-out climax, Leon pulled his
    big cock out and John could see his wife’s abused anus,
    gaping open so wide he could see the pink insides, much
    the same way he had seen her pussy earlier.

    Looking up from his position on the floor, John
    grimaced because he feared what might be coming next.
    Worst yet, he knew there that there would be no
    escaping it. Unfortunately for John, he didn’t have to
    wait long to find out.

    Once again, Leon reached down and pinched John’s
    nostrils shut. Realizing that protest was completely
    futile, he opened his mouth even before he needed to,
    far enough so that Leon could quickly force in about
    four or five inches of his filthy, foul tasting meat.
    John used every bit of his will power and self control
    to keep from vomiting as he worked his tongue around
    the swollen cock head, the part that had been driven
    deepest into his wife’s bowels.

    Leon leaned forward, resting his sweaty chest against
    Marge’s back for a moment while John kept sucking the
    black man’s vile tasting dick. “Hey baby, your candy-
    ass, fag husband is sucking your shit off my cock, you
    wanna see?” He said it softly, but still loud enough
    for John to hear.

    To John’s utter horror and humiliation, Marge happily
    said yes. She began to giggle as she climbed off her
    husband and turned around to look at him. She moved
    even closer then, watching in rapt attention as Leon
    force several more inches of his thick cock down John’s
    already filled throat; so much more in fact that he
    began to choke and gag.

    “Candy-ass white faggot wimp, “Leon snarled. He looked
    at Marge as John gagged again. “You better give this
    asshole some lessons in cocksucking, bitch, he’s about
    worthless the way he is now. Fuck it, I�m gonna come in
    his fucking mouth, that’s about all it’s good for.” His
    cock made a wet, popping sound as he pulled it from
    John’s mouth. He grabbed John by the hair, yanking and
    pulling until he was kneeling on the floor directly in
    front of him.

    Seeing what was going to happen and not wanting to be
    left out, Marge straightened up and walked on her knees
    until she was next to her husband. She pressed her
    cheek closely against his, then slipped an arm around
    his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible.

    Leon liked the idea and he switched back and forth,
    holding his turgid cock by its base and stuffing the
    bulbous cock head first into John’s mouth, then into
    Marge’s. As the saliva mixed with the other secretions
    on his cock it formed a slippery, rank smelling goo
    that Leon took delight in rubbing all over both of
    their faces.

    “OK kiddies, keep those mouths open wide,” he finally
    rasped. Then he took a step back and stroked his huge
    cock harder. Spreading his legs a bit, he brought the
    bloated head of his cock close to John’s face. The
    powerful muscles in his thighs and abdomen began to
    tense up and he stroked his cock more slowly, almost
    stopping, until finally he could stand it no more and
    began to come, his cock erupting like a fire hose. The
    torrents were so thick and came out with such
    incredible force that for a moment it looked like he
    was pissing semen instead of ejaculating it.

    The first blast caught John square in the face, half of
    it going into his mouth, the other half splattering
    over his nose, eyes and forehead. He quickly grabbed
    Marge by the hair, bending her head forward as he let
    go with another heavy shot, getting some in her mouth
    as well before landing the rest all over her pudgy
    face. He continued this way, alternating from one face
    to the other until his massive balls were at last
    drained.

    Marge and John had both borne the brunt of Leon’s long
    delayed ejaculation. By the time he finished, each of
    their faces was covered with a coating of warm, creamy
    semen. Leon looked down at them with a satisfied smile.
    His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed
    everywhere: into their mouths, up their noses, onto
    their hair and into their eyes, causing then to burn
    badly from the salt.

    “Alright, John, you may kiss the bride,” he joked,
    unable to keep from laughing as he surveyed his
    handiwork. “And I don’t mean a fuckin’ peck on the
    cheek, either.” John felt so degraded and disgusted
    that he made no move, just knelt there as several
    sticky strings of semen dripped from his chin and
    landed on his thighs.

    Sensing Leon’s impatience and what it might lead to,
    Marge turned to her husband, took his face in her hands
    and laid a sloppy French kiss on his goo coated lips.
    She sighed as she continued her kiss, making loud,
    slobbering sounds as she ran her long, pointed tongue
    around his lips and into his mouth. Though he was near
    to gagging from the taste and smell of Leon’s
    ejaculate, John managed to kiss her back, passing a
    stringy glob of the sticky liquid into her waiting
    mouth.

    To be continued…

    As it turns out, this story changed all three of their
    lives. In Part 2: Leon brings some close friends along
    to share his new fuck toys.

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