by T West
“Oh, that’s only to be expected,” said the lesbian leader, as she turned her head and saw the yeti standing there, trucker cap visor down, shades on, dirty coat done up.
Turning to her comrades, the lesbian leader snarled her upper lip. “Let’s teach this leering motherfucker a lesson. I’m strapped-up and ready to go. You got the chains Candy?”
Candy nodded, as the dildo withdrew from her freshly-trimmed pussy. She licked her lips, Sally’s sticky girl-juice tingling her taste-buds. “Yeah, the chains are on my bike.”
Sally sprung to her feet, her furry muff rustling in the wind. “What a pervert! We’re total dykes but we can still have a bit of fun with him…”
“Hey, come forward stranger,” said Skin, the lesbian leader, enticingly. The yeti didn’t need to be asked twice, and he stepped forward out of the shadows. Chaining up his hands, Skin led him over to a solid wide tree.
“Bigfoot like chains. Bigfoot play with chains,” said the yeti.
“Erm… yeah,” said Skin, glancing at her dyke buddies. And then, under her breath, “He’s a bit thick, this one.”
Skin chained his hands around the tree, so Bigfoot was facing the tree with his back to them. Lifting up his grubby coat, exposing his muscular buttocks, Candy snapped a rattan branch from a tree and stood behind the yeti. “Time for a spanking you bastard. If you want to spy on us, you’re going to get a sore bottom,” she wailed as she struck down the firm branch upon Bigfoot’s buttocks, creating an audible ‘smack’.
Again she brought down the branch, whipping him. “More, more, carry on,” said Skin, her hand tracing down past the strapped-on toy and into her own underwear to play with her aroused flange.
A third time Candy brought the branch down upon the yeti’s butt-cheeks, whipping him precisely across his ass-crack, as Sally held his coat up.
“Bigfoot like bondage. Bigfoot like spanking.”
“Oh my God, he likes this! What a sicko,” said Skin, as she delved two fingers deep. Letting out a furious growl the yeti drew his elbows backwards, breaking the chains as if they were a string of paperclips.
The yeti turned around abruptly, his trench-coat undone, his 15 inch schlong swaying after him, standing up, erect and ready.
“Jesus Christ,” shrieked Sally with fear in her eyes. The yeti grabbed Sally and Candy by the back of their heads and pulled them to their knees before him. He pushed their faces into his exposed testicles, forcing them onto his pulsating nuts. They sucked his full nuts, their warm wet tongues darting out to lick his straining sacs, as his ridiculous girth bobbed about in front of him, pointing directly at the lesbian leader.
As the two kneeling dykes gasped for air with face-fulls of sac, the yeti pulled down his shades and turned his cap diagonally backwards, staring at Skin with his huge deep brown eyes. With terror in her heart, the lesbian leader took her hand out of her underwear, and while sucking her fingers clean said, “We’d better get out of here, girls.”
Bigfoot discarded the two kneeling women like yesterday’s news, pushing them away and face-first into the muddy floor. Stepping up to the lesbian leader with cock in hand, Bigfoot still hadn’t cum all day, and he knew what he wanted. With her shaved head and unattractive face, the lesbian leader reminded Bigfoot of his long-lost girlfriend. Knowing she’d better get out of there, Skin turned to run just as she felt Bigfoot’s quick hairy hands on her studded belt. He ripped her jeans and panties down in one fell swoop and frogmarched her over to the tree stump. He bent her over while she was still strapped-on, her always-erect black toy pressing up against the wood before her.
“Hey, what are you…” She didn’t have time to complain. With her fully juiced-up snatch exposed underneath the twin cheeks of her fleshy ass, Bigfoot couldn’t resist the inviting pink and he pressed his monstrous bell-end up against her inviting opening. Her love-juice slickened his helmet, and he slid the first inch in easily, as Skin shrieked out.
Bigfoot saw this as his cue to plunge balls-deep, and he plunged as deep as he could, able to impale her with just over 10 inches before the walls of her pussy-cave squeezed his cock with vice-like force. Digging her fingernails into the wood before her, Skin looked back at him. “Oh God… I’m a lesbian, but this is good . Carry on!”
Bigfoot didn’t need to be asked twice and he plunged his massive staff in and out of her quivering gash, drilling her intensely as Candy and Sally watched on with muddy faces. He banged forcefully, clutching onto her wobbling seat with his huge mitts. The lesbian leader cried out like a jackal as she came uncontrollably, squirting wildly backwards along his yeti-shaft, drenching the big hairy balls.
Withdrawing, Bigfoot needed to shoot his load. Getting on her knees before him, the newly-turned-straight Skin opened her mouth and stuck out her studded tongue, as Bigfoot worked his rod towards her open mouth. Skin reached up and gently squeezed his throbbing sac, and he unloaded his potent semen into her mouth. It sprayed out like a horizontal waterfall, splashing into her throat and ruining her punk make-up. Much of it splashed out and onto the floor beneath.
Fully drained, Bigfoot squeezed the last drop of seed from his glistening head onto the lesbian leader’s tongue, as Sally and Candy crawled up on their knees, eager for some crazy snowballing action. Candy lay on her back and opened her mouth as Skin spat a gob-full of monster-spunk into her awaiting gullet. Candy got on her knees as Sally got on her back, and spat the beast-jizz into Sally’s open mouth.
Sally got to her knees, rocked her head back and gargled, before turning her head to the right and spitting the spunk onto Skin’s strap-on, and it splashed down like a milky hosepipe, coating the plastic tool.
All Bigfoot wanted was to have a little stroll in the woods, but his day had turned out to be far more eventful than he had anticipated. With his grapefruits finally fully drained, the yeti waved goodbye to his new-found pals. “Bigfoot like dykes. Bigfoot play with dykes.”
“Maybe we’ll see you next Saturday?” asked Skin hopefully.
The beast shrugged. Skin smiled at Bigfoot as the girls waved him off, his enormous feet plodding loudly as his huge frame walked away through the trees.
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Steamy Erotica Story 37
C andice was still in great shape, for a woman in her late 30s. Her husband John had ceased complimenting her on her curves, but he could be nice when he wanted to be. Although not a gym bunny, she had full D-cup breasts and a flat stomach. John’s infidelity at the start of their marriage had caused major strain, but they had moved past that and Candice had forgiven him. At least, she convinced herself that she had forgiven him. Their sex life had got back on track after the incident, until now. Things had really declined between them in recent months, to the point where they had sex about once every two weeks, if that.
Being an attractive female with needs, Candice had begun watching porn regularly online in an attempt to satisfy her deep hunger. The recent lack of sex in her marriage meant that this newfound pastime felt completely natural and needed. Her particular preference was for threesome videos, featuring well hung guys. She liked MFF videos as well as FMM videos. There was something about three lustful bodies that really got her juices flowing. John didn't have an overly large member, in fact he was rather on the small side at 5 inches. Candice had always reassured him that the male average was actually 5.5 inches, and he had absolutely nothing to worry about. But in her heart of hearts she desired more - a lot more. John had always managed to satisfy her, as she had always managed to achieve orgasm during penetration with him, but she still would feel rather empty afterwards, emotionally.
When John was out, Candice would regularly masturbate while watching these videos. One day whilst perusing this online debauchery, she accidentally clicked on a video that happened to be cuckold porn. This really widened her eyes. Although plot driven (and therefore acted rather poorly), the scene itself was so hot that Candice found herself glued to the screen as she instinctively delved down to rub her burning honey
-pot. The video involved a young woman - a couple of years younger than Candice with blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She was in the process of punishing her husband. It was quite obvious that the husband had actually done nothing majorly wrong per se, but was in fact being punished just because she felt he deserved it for whatever reason.
“You’re going to help me get prepared for my date,” the woman told her average looking husband. “The date is starting right now, as my boyfriend is actually in the room with us.”
And sure enough, this woman's boyfriend was actually sitting in a chair stroking his huge 8 inch erection, while the woman was resting on her hands, perched over the side of the bed with her ass in the air, knickerless. Kneeling behind her was her husband. This was an amazingly exciting scene for Candice as she couldn't believe that this woman openly had a boyfriend in front of her husband. “Now, prepare my pussy. My boyfriend’s cock is so big that I need it sliding in with ease. And that's where your perverted little tongue comes it,” she instructed.
And sure enough, her meek husband opened wide, extended his tongue and licked readily up-and-down the gash of her exposed pussy, paying special attention to her protruding labia as he suckled intently. What happened next was a scene so hot that Candice’s frustrated fumbling in her panties intensified greatly, as her pussy juiced-up. Candice achieved an amazing orgasm - With the help of her large dildo and this porno she had a climax far more satisfying than any she had achieved in recent years with John.
Over the next week, every opportunity she had while her husband was out was spent viewing similar videos. She found herself greatly preferring the ones where the husband was forced to watch his wife have sex with another man. A black man. She much preferred these to the ones where the husband invited another man into the fold, or the ones where the wife would have sex with another man with her husband’s permission but without the husband being there. There was just something about a huge black throbber penetrating a wife in front of her husband's face that really did it for Candice.
She liked the contrast of a large black muscular man compared to the weak skinny white husband. Many of these actors that played the husband were quite similar to John in appearance - middle-aged and nothing special. Remorse did kind of come into the equation as she did feel slightly guilty at her new hobby, but she figured what John didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And it was just a fantasy anyway - she had no intention of taking a huge black member inside her aching slit, whether John was there or not. She had forgiven him for his slip-up, as she liked to call it, so there was really no need to take things further and torment the poor chap.
Late one night, Candice awoke to find John’s space next to her in bed empty. Strange , she thought. She put her slippers on and went to get a glass of water. He must be doing some late-night work, or watching TV downstairs . As she walked past the room where the computer was she noticed the light on. Stopping by the door, she heard familiar squelching noises coming from within. Tip-toeing nearer, she cocked her head to the side and listened intently, curious as to what was going on.
She could hear John, panting in his dog-like fashion whilst the slippery squelching noises increased in tempo. Peering through the crack in the ajar door, Candice couldn't believe what she was witnessing. There was John, his tatty boxes round his ankles as he masturbated his below-average sized pecker furiously while staring at the PC screen. But he wasn't just watching porn or doing something equally as innocent. His web cam was pointed directly at his winky, whilst onscreen was a female - flicking her bean from side to side in an aroused state.
Candice couldn’t believe this. She knew he had been a cheating scumbag before, but she knew – well, at least she thought - that he had completely changed his ways. And yet here he was, openly cheating on her over the internet. She stopped and thought for a moment - maybe this isn’t real cheating because they're not actually touching each other. But she figured if he had done it before, and he was indulging in this masturbation session right now, then there was no doubt in her mind that he would be aiming to meet this Internet hussy as soon as possible, or perhaps he had already met her.
Extremely pissed off, Candice bit her tongue and decided to let this slide. For now. She got her glass of water and went back to bed, just as John achieved his ghastly orgasm from their spare room, unbeknownst that his wife heard him cumming. As Candice lay in bed, she felt strangely content, but she knew that he'd get what was coming to him. He could bet his ass on that.
The next couple of days passed and things had been more than tense between the two. They could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. John could sense that there was something bothering Candice, but she didn’t utter a word about the revelation she had witnessed. It was a fresh, cool evening, and as home alone Candice looked out at the night sky, the phone rang. It was John.
“Hey honey, I’m running a bit late, still at the office. I’ll be home in a bit, and I’ll bring back a surprise. I know I've been a bit distant lately and I want to make it up to you.”
That's sweet, she thought, as the image of him wanking with his web cam slut flashed before her eyes. “Okay, sure - look forward to it,” she said, smiling to herself.
She knew he was just doing this because he felt guilty, but there was no need for him to feel guilty for much longer. She had plans. As she slipped on her heels, and re-applied her lipstick, she was ready to step out into the night. He still had plenty of time to give her her surprise, as she would definitely be back before he returned.
Three hours later John turned the key in the front door and entered the house.
“Hey sweetie, I'm home,” he called out up the stairs, his voice echoing in the seemingly empty house. Holding the flowers in one hand and the box of chocolates in the other, John started to scale the flight. She must be in the bedroom , he thought. Oh, she was in the bedroom all right.
He pushed open the bedroom door and his mouth widened in disbelief as he saw what was going on inside. There was his wife, Candice, sitting on the bed dressed in a miniskirt and tight-fitting top whilst a tall muscular black man stood next to her.
“Hi honey,” Candice said lifting a glass of red wine to her lips.
“Who's this?” John asked with a look of worry on his brow.
“This is Winston. I met him at the club just now.”
“And… what's he doing here?” John said, playing along.
“He's just come over to chill out for a bit. Is that okay?”
Just as she asked the question she took another sip of wine, and a bit dripped down and splashed against her large round melonous cleavage.
“Damn. Silly me. Won't you be a dear and clean this up for me Winston?”
This was all the prompting the young black stud needed, as he leaned over and began to lick the wine from Candice’s large breasts, intently slurping in her deep cleavage and lapping up as much of the red liquid as he could. Candice flicked her hair back, and closed her eyes, just as she heard a shocked gasp come from boring John. Candice pulled down her tight-fitting top, revealing that she was wearing no bra, letting her fleshy planets free from their harness. The young black man teased her erect nipples knowingly, before taking extra care to suck each one in turn, his lips closing like two black harps as he sucked, making the nipples hard enough to cut glass.
“What in the blue hell? Am I supposed to be okay with this?!” John yelled, trying to stamp down his authority and regain control of the situation. Knowing that he was all bark and no bite, Candice rolled her eyes, as the black man stopped sucking and stood up straight. Winston looked at Candice, as if to ask permission as to whether he should carry on or not.
“Listen, Johnny boy. Winston is just helping me clean up this little spillage. There's absolutely nothing unusual about this. Now, why don’t you just shut the fuck up you little bugger. Speak when you’re spoken to or you’ll get bitch slapped.” As she spoke these words, Candice’s nipples stuck out further, with Winston's spit shining bright as the light
bounced off them.
John looked perplexed. “Wait, hang on a second. This is ridiculous - I can't just come home and see this! Look, I've got chocolates and flowers, and you’ve got this young thug sucking on your tits!”
Candice looked him dead in the eyes and remembered his web cam wanking session. “John, sit your hairy ass down. This is happening, so you may as well just enjoy it.”
Winston and Candice exchanged a warm smile, before Winston turned to John and said in a deep voice, “I be doing what your wife tells me.”
Perhaps it was the slightly threatening tone in Winston's deep voice, or perhaps it was the fact the he was taken by surprise, but John did as he was told, and sat down in the armchair at the foot of the bed. No sooner had John sat down, than Candice spread her legs wide revealing her lacy black thong underneath her tight mini skirt. She began to trace her fingers down her large exposed breasts, down her flat stomach, and purposefully stroked her damp snatch through her panties. She glanced over to John as he watched intently, and she started to play with her pussy a bit harder, rubbing her aching nub and tracing her finger up and down the length of her slit through the cotton. Winston seemed to like this, because the bulge that was present in his blue jeans was beginning to grow to astronomic proportions.
Candice sensed it was time, and reached forward, keen to unleash it from its restrictive denim prison. In complete control, she unzipped Winston's jeans and undid his top button. She pulled down his jeans with both hands, revealing his white boxer shorts. She grabbed his boxes by the elastic and tugged them down in one fell swoop, allowing his erect cock to spring up like a seesaw, where it bounced up and down for a couple of seconds. Candice’s jaw literally dropped open in shock. His large black cock was fricking enormous. It was 9.5 inches, thick with a smooth shaft. His foreskin contracted all the way back revealing his big black mushroom bell-end. There was already pre-cum on his helmet, and his full balls hung below him ominously.