by T West
John’s dick was tiny by comparison. It was like comparing a cucumber with a baby banana. And as Candice looked to John, she could tell that he knew he was absolutely no match as a ghastly look of jealousy decorated his average features. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and allowed her full lips to envelope the big black bell. Winston moaned as she reached out and lovingly squeezed his black testicle ball-sacks, and Candice momentarily took her lips off his penis to comment that they were indeed full. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, leaned her neck forward and allowed Winston's huge member inside her mouth. Her luscious lips clasped down upon his wide shaft with near-crushing force, and she began to suck eagerly, moving her head up and down as if she was bobbing for apples.
Candice stopped sucking for a second, and whilst lovingly stroking the black wet shaft said to Winston, “Let's take this a bit closer to our audience.”
The unlikely pair walked over to where John was sat, and with Winston's erect penis right near John, his jeans and underwear fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked off his sneakers. The black man was now naked from the waist down except for his white socks, and his cock looked aggressive and menacing as it swayed from left to right like a serpent. Dropping to her knees, Candice lifted her top up over her head and flung it on top of Winston's jeans to make a heap on the floor.
“Now this is going way too far,” John said, merely inches away from Winston’s shiny bell. Candice looked at John, and she could sense that perhaps he was slightly enjoying this even though he would never admit it.
“Look - stop complaining. If you complain again you'll be the one doing the sucking.” And with that, she plunged the serpentine rod deep into her mouth, sucking it up and down purposefully. John watched the interracial blow job take place, and Candice was now absolutely loving this. Sucking the large black snake was making John yelp little moans of disgust.
Just as Candice withdrew the huge cock from her mouth to take a breath of air, Winston's mobile phone rang. Winston stepped over to his jeans on the floor and pulled out his phone. “Yeah mon, what a gwarning?”
“Is that Desmond?” Candice asked, and then turning to John, “Desmond is Winston's friend from the club. He had to swing by the liquor store to grab a 40 and a couple of blunts on the way here. He’ll be joining us.”
The expression of jealousy on John’s face turned to shock and he murmured, trying to protest. Candice ignored his mumbling, and informed him, “I gave Desmond our spare keys. I thought that would be easier than me having to answer the door.”
And no sooner had she said the words that John heard the front door being unlocked downstairs.
Candice walked over to the bed, leading Winston over there by his cock like a dog on a lead. She playfully pushed him down on his back and his large throbbing tool stuck up in the air like a watchtower. With John's chair still facing the situation, Candice turned her back to John and bent over, pulling down her thong as she did so. The soft cotton dislodged from her deep ass-crack, revealing her fleshy seat to her shocked husband. John got a good view of his wife’s snatch from behind, her tight labia looking inviting below the landing strip of dark trimmed hair.
Placing a leg either side of the young stallion, Candice stood on the bed, facing her husband. She was going to ride this guy reverse cowgirl style so she could see John’s expression at the same time. Lowering herself down, she could feel Winston's large hands on her milk-white ass-cheeks. She squatted down like a power lifter, allowing his rigid member to press against her awaiting pussy. Making eye contact with John, she lowered herself further, allowing the big black helmet to slip inside her opening gash. Inch by inch she let it inside her, her mouth opening to let out an audible gasp as all 9.5 inches slowly slid inside her welcoming snatch.
Completely full, Candice began to bounce up and down, faster and faster, increasing in speed as Winston's huge full balls slapped against her swollen clit. Just then the bedroom door opened and in walked Desmond. He was similar in stature to Winston, and he walked straight past John to the couple on the bed.
“This is totally insane,” John exclaimed, and was about to get up to leave when Desmond reached down and undid his own flies. John must've been curious of what Desmond was packing because he sat back down and his eyes widened. Desmond pulled out his tool which was, unbelievably, even larger than Winston’s. At 11 inches Desmond had a ridiculously large black phallus, which snaked out from his undone flies eagerly.
As Candice continued riding, she said to John, “Oh no you don't. You just sit there and watch or I’ll get on the phone and get more studs round to give me a good servicing. I'm sure these guys know lots of other guys who are just waiting for a bit of quality white married pussy like this. Yeah, these guys can give me a real good shafting that you could only dream of giving me. I can get my satisfaction.”
The rampant wife instinctively turned her head to the side and opened her mouth, allowing the huge helmet of Desmond between her lips. She sucked resolutely, reaching her hand up to steady the pulsating meat as she continued to bounce up and down on Winston’s rod, making an audible squelching noise as she did so. The act of taking two ridiculously wide black girths in two of her holes whilst her husband watched was too much for Candice to take, and she squirted wildly downwards, making a muffled moan from her mouth-full of cock, and drenching the black balls beneath her.
Momentarily satisfied, she dismounted, allowing the black snake to plop out of her. With Winston still lying on the bed, Candice put her legs either side of his head and straddled him, 69 style. Her head was close to the foot of the bed, near to where the armchair was where John was sitting, and she took Winston's tool in her mouth once more whilst glancing up to make eye contact with her hubby. Winston’s tongue flicked up and began to lick the love-juice from Candice’s still-tingling pussy, his long mouth-muscle delving in and out deeply.
Desmond now really wanted to get a piece of the action, so he kicked off his jeans, underwear and sneakers, and got up on the bed, crouching down behind Candice. Guiding his huge erect bell towards her rear rump, he slapped his big black meat off her fleshy ass-cheeks, the echoes of the slaps bouncing between the walls of the bedroom. Winston withdrew his tongue from Candice’s snatch and this was Desmond’s cue to plunge as deep as he could – whilst gripping the fleshy seat he speared his aggressive beast deep into her juicy cunt. The size of his weapon meant he couldn’t quite go balls deep, but he went as deep as he could, thrusting in and out rhythmically whilst Candice’s spasming pussy clamped down upon his wide black shaft, sucking him in further, right above Winston’s face.
He grabbed a handful of Candice’s luscious long hair and pulled it back tightly, as he drilled her methodically ‘up & over’ style whilst raining down a tirade of playful slaps upon her plentiful tush. “Oh yeeeeah - this be what she needs!” Desmond yelled.
Candice took Winston's cock out of her mouth for a minute and called out to John, “Come here sweetheart! Desmond needs his big balls cupped while he’s screwing me. Be a darling and give them a playful squeeze.”
Remarkably, as if somehow under a spell, John got up and did as instructed. He stood at the side of the bed and reached one of his stubby paws behind Desmond and through his legs. Once underneath, he solemnly cupped Desmond's huge smooth shaven nuts which were full to the point of bursting. “God, they're ridiculously full,” John commented.
These words were too much for Candice to take and she found herself achieving her second orgasm of the evening, shrieking like a wild animal and cumming powerfully, squirting a voluminous see-through ribbon of lady-piss behind her. The gush flew backwards, soaking Desmond's balls and John's hand, and dripping down onto Winston's face. Winston opened his mouth to consume as much of the dripping flange-juice as possible, as Desmond withdrew, forcing John to release his grip on the ball-sacks and lick his juice-dripping hand clean.
Just then there was a knock on the window. “What the hell?” John said.
“Oh, that must be Delbert,” Candice said, licking her lips and raising one of her legs to allow Winston out from under her. Still on all fours, she turned to Desmond and said, “Be a darling and let him in.”
Desmond walked over to the window and opened it, and in climbed Delbert. He was even taller than Winston and Desmond - he really looked like a chunky son-of-a-gun. “Glad you can make it,” Candice said, smiling. “The parties about to really get going!”
With Winston and Desmond standing either side of her, Candice offered her ready ass to Delbert like a bitch in heat. Delbert wasted little time in dropping his drawers and underwear, and when John set his eyes upon his growing member, he genuinely got a bit of a shock. For Delbert amazingly outsized the other two, measuring in at a ridiculous 12 and 3/4 inches. He got behind Candice and pressed his enormous helmet up against her fully soaked-up and inviting fish-taco, whilst the other two masturbated their still-throbbing beasts at either side of her face. “You just sit back down John, let's really get this pumping!”
John sat his hairy ass down, as this high-energy gangbang unfolded before him in his own bedroom. Candice couldn’t help but notice John’s little erection spring up and visibly show through the material of his slacks. Delbert grabbed the fleshy booty before him and plunged into the middle-class white snatch, impaling the wife fully. She moved her head from left to right, expertly sucking on the two black bell-ends as they were furiously masturbated by their respective owners. Delbert proceeded to make love to her rampantly, doggy-style, plunging in out of her slick canal while he bucked his hips like a wild horse. John saw that both full ball sacks of the masturbating pair were tightening up greatly, and the two wanked hard as they came wildly, shooting their spunky loads all over his wife’s face and into her awaiting mouth. Their thick white creamy jizz shot out like water pistols, and Candice valiantly attempted to catch it in her mouth, swallowing fast in a sincere effort to consume as much she could. Most of it splashed down over her melonous breasts and onto the bed-sheets beneath, as Delbert moaned behind her, making eye contact with John in ecstatic glee.
Plunging as deep as he could, Delbert's nuts tightened and he too shot his load, ejaculating copious strings of seminal fluid deep into Candice’s slippery passage. He spunked long and hard inside her, filling her up with his seed and relieving his balls fully. Delbert withdrew his member, and stepped off the bed, as Candice lay back on the comfy pillows with a face full of spunk and her pussy leaking like a cream-pie.
“Come on John,” she said whilst blowing spunk bubbles. “This is your chance to be a part of the action! And this is the only bit of pussy you're going to get tonight. So come and lick me clean.”
John did as he was told, and sheepishly crawled along the bed between his wife's legs, lowered his head and began to lick her out. He lapped at his wife’s slit thirstily, swallowing as much of the young man's luke-warm semen as he could.
“Good doggy, eat it all out, it's good for you.” As Candice watched her husband eat her cream-pie, a mischievous smile decorated her lips. “There will be lots of cleaning up for you to do tomorrow. I might go salsa dancing. Who knows who I'll bring home!”
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Steamy Erotica Story 38
I t’s always one BS excuse after another, thought Clarissa . I mean, we’ve been going steady for almost a year now. I know he’s busy with business and stuff, and being an entrepreneur is all good with me. But it would just be nice to be able to travel to the Summer Ball with him.
Clarissa was looking forward to the summer holidays. As much as she loved being at university, this Summer Ball represented the final party of the year. She was going to have to travel there without Tom tonight, and she was going to have to be okay with that. For the fourth time in five minutes, she checked her phone.
Sorry baby. I’ll catch you there. x - read the text.
Damn. Well at least he’s being nice about it.
She had hired a plush limo, and it was going to waste. Oh well, I’ll just have to make to most of things.
Clarissa waited in the pale blue evening light, dolled-up in a tight-fitting black dress, with nice earrings and her hair done, ready to party. She was positive it would all end well.
Whilst waiting for the limo, Clarissa heard the sound of screeching tires from around the corner. There’s no way that can be my limo – I hired it from a classy company. A red Testarossa sped around the corner at high speed, leaving tire marks.
Oh my God, it’s the goddam jocks. And true enough, the car was full of jocks. Clarissa knew them well, after unfortunately sharing a class with them for the past year. Not seeing her, they sped off down the road. Well, at least they’re going to get there on time.
Chasing after them was Brett, who was arguably the most self-centered jock of them all. Brett sprinted past, running after the car, before slowing down, panting and out of breath. He put his hands on his knees and bent half-over near to Clarissa.
“Hey Clarissa. Those bastards left without me. I guess because I was one minute late! I’ve gotta get my ass to the prom. I could drive it but…”
Clarissa smelt the alcohol on his breath. “Hey. There’s no way you should be driving.” Her head usually ran the show. She was a smart streetwise girl, and there was no way she would endanger anyone by letting Brett go to the Ball, drink, and then drive home.
“Listen, I’m getting a ride right now. It’s on its way. You can share it with me.”
“Are you serious?” asked Brett. They were in different cliques at university. Clarissa was a popular girl, and Brett knew that he was too much of a loud-mouth for her, so was taken-aback by her offer.
“Yeah. To be honest I could do with the company,” said Clarissa.
“Ok. That’s all good,” said Brett, as he eyed her from her sparkling shoes, all the way up her smooth toned thighs to her black little dress. “And you’re looking bangin’ tonight.” He smiled with a glint in his eye.
“Oh, stop,” blushed Clarissa, looking away. “You know I’m dating Tom.” But secretly she liked the look of Brett too. He didn’t look so scruffy tonight. He was dressed to the nines in a nice tuxedo, looking like the dog’s bollocks, his muscular physique almost popping out from under his white shirt.
Round the corner came a big black stretch limo. “Wow, you really did get a nice one. I won’t let it go to waste,” said Brett.
The stretch pulled up right next to the pair, and the window auto-lowered. The driver, dressed smartly in his chauffeur uniform and hat, smiled at the pair. “Hello, my name’s Richard. And I’ll be your driver for the evening. The doors are unlocked. Please, step inside.”
Clarissa opened the door and entered the limo. Brett followed her. Once inside, they were in awe by how plush it was. “Wow, this really is first class,” she said as they leant back on the leather seats.
“Help yourself to the champagne,” said Richard as he pulled away. “The drive’s about an hour.”
“Ok. We’ll enjoy ourselves,” said Clarissa as Brett poured her a glass. There was a sheer plastic pane between the driver’s seat and the pair in the back, but they could still hear each other. “I’d better go easy on this or the bubbles are going to go straight to my head.”
“The bubbles have already gone to my head baby,” said Brett as he glugged down his first glass.
“Hey, you’d better go slow with that.”
“Who are you… my mother?”
Clarissa laughed and glanced down at her phone once more as she felt Brett getting closer, his thigh pressing against her bare leg. The text read: It’s going to take at me at least another two hours. I’ll text you when I’m there.
“Damn. What a jerk. He’s not going to get there till half the --”
“Oh, don’t let it get to you,” said Brett. “He’s just a guy. There are plenty of other guys y’know.”
“I know.” Maybe it was the champagne going to her head, or the fact that Brett looked especially nice in his tux, but she was starting to feel
herself becoming very attracted to the muscular jock. She felt a tingling sensation travel down her abdomen and nestle in her womanly mound.
Clarissa couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw Brett’s hand stroke her exposed thigh. His hand went all the way up to the hem of her short dress, stroking her leg up and down softly. She almost surprised herself when she didn’t stop him. She looked up and saw Richard the driver’s eyes reflected in his mirror, and as they made eye contact she could sense that he was enjoying the view. Maybe it was just because she was pissed at Tom, ordinarily she would have stopped Brett in his tracks, but she let him continue as his hand moved up further inside her short dress, and his fingers lightly brushed her cotton thong. Her already-aroused pussy got wet at his soft touch.
He’s surprisingly gentle, thought Clarissa, turning her head to look at him. In that moment when their eyes met, she realized that this was what she wanted. If Tom was a jerk, a work-o-holic, then Clarissa was going to have her fun. This was her Summer Ball after all, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself tonight.
Downtown, Jackson slammed the door behind him. His big hulking frame casting a sinister shadow across the concrete pavement as he walked out of his apartment, muttering to himself.
“I don’t believe that bitch be cheatin’ on me. Dayamm. I should get myself some white pussy fo’sheezy. That’s the trouble with these hood rats, they always fuckin’ with me, man. Goddammit, they be pimpin’ they own asses out. I gotta get me some white hussy, fo’ this big black beast of mine,” said Jackson as he plodded along the street. Jackson was looking for some action. He was the type of homeboy that liked to shoot from the hip.